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uhmprobablynot · 1 year

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pop tart

Hello, I have an obsession with the thought of inexperiences Lunchclub era Schlatt.... yeah, yeah. *yeahhh* thank you for your time.

“You, okay?”

The words echoed in the car. Were you okay? You nodded. Houses and street signs whipped by the window as Schlatt drove. You stared at the window too embarrassed to say anything.

The situation went wrong, is both an over exaggeration and yet not enough to explain it. There was a guy; there was always a guy. You met him at some store, you think, you both spoke for a while. He thought you were cute, you thought he’d make a good distraction. He asked for your number, you gave it. He texted you asking you out for dinner, something that would lead to more in a perfect world. He was kind, he was cute, he held the door, he bought your food, but he wasn’t the boy you wanted him to be. He wasn’t the tall dark-haired boy who drove an hour at 9 PM to come pick you up, no questions asked. He did everything right, but it was so wrong.

“You’re not okay,” Schlatt said, putting his hand on your thigh. You stared at it. “You’re too quiet to be okay.” His hand like fire against your leg. So painful but so achingly warm. You looked at him and he glanced towards you quickly, keeping his eyes on the road.

“I don’t know.” You said quietly. He pats your thigh, trying to be supportive, not understanding how the touch would make the fire he started spread.

“I’m going to take you back to my place then.” You tried to argue but he only shushed you. “I don’t want you alone right now.” You only nodded and let his radio fill the rest of the car ride.

Schlatt pulled into his driveway and you both exited the car. He walked to his front door and unlocked it, letting you in first.

“It looks like my parents are asleep,” he said. “Mom knew you were coming though, left you some food if you’re hungry?” You shook your head. He hummed. “C’mon.” Schlatt led you through the house to his room.

He entered his bedroom and closed the door after you followed. He moved past you to sit on his bed. You stayed standing, looking at your shoes. You heard him sigh.

“Was it really that bad?” His voice was gentle, and you began to nod before turning it to ‘no’. “Then what happened, talk to me.” Guilt began to creep up your spine for this whole situation. First, agreeing to go on a date when everything in your heart told you no. Then having to call another boy to come bail you out. Making Schlatt come and bail you out. Guilt for even liking him in the first place. Tears welled in your eyes.

“What happened?” Schlatt tried again. When he saw your tears, he stood up and moved towards you. “Did he hurt you? I swear to God if he did, I’ll kill him.” You shook your head. “Then what-“He grabbed your cheeks forcing you to look up at him. “Look at me, what happened?” tears were flowing from your eyes at this point, you had no choice but to tell him.

“He wasn’t you.” You whispered.

“What?” Schlatt asked. You closed your eyes, not being able to look at him.

“He wasn’t you.” You said louder. Schlatt was silent. You were about to open your eyes when his lips were on yours. It was clumsy, him trying to lead but not knowing how to. He pulled away and you opened your eyes. His hands fell from your cheeks and he laughed at himself. Beginning to apologize, but you reached up and kissed him again. This time you led and used this to try and express every failed repressed feeling into it. He hummed and that only urged you on. Pushing him back towards his bed until his knees hit the back and he sat down. You climbed on top of his lap continuing to kiss him as much as you could, in case this was just a fluke or a cruel dream.

“Is this alright?” You stop to ask him, and he nods and pulls you back to his mouth by the back of your neck. The room gets hotter as you both make out. The hand not at your neck is hovering over your hips. You grab it yourself pushing it under your shirt putting his hand on your chest. He whimpers into the kiss. You pull back from his mouth slightly.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me, I want you too.” The hand near your chest starts getting more confident as the one on your neck shifts down towards your hip rubbing it slowly creeping towards your ass. When he finally grabs it, you moan slightly into the kiss and he ruts up into you. You move your hand down between the two of you to where his dick is hard against the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Is it alright if I touch you here?”

“Fuck,” He whispers. “Please, yes.” You start palming him over his pants. Stroking him as he tries to keep kissing you but can’t through his sighs and silent moans. “I’ve dreamed of this.”

“What,” you ask. “Us having sex?” He shakes his head.

“You wanting me back.” The sentence catches you off guard and you stop your hand without thinking and Schlatt whines at the lack of stimulation. “I mean the sex too, that’s an added bonus but not the main point.” He rambles moving his hips against your hand.

“Have you ever done this before?” He drops his head into your shoulder, and you feel his face get hotter.

“No.” He mumbles into your skin. A dumb happy smile reaches your face.

“Then,” you say using your other hand to pull his face back up. “Do you care if I take the lead here?” Schlatt looks up at you and slowly shakes his head. You kiss him quickly before standing from his lap and stripping down to nothing. Schlatt’s mouth all but gapes in awe. You straddle his lap and grab one of his hands. You lead it to where you want him most, instructing ghim. “Push that one in there.” He follows, slowly pushing one of his fingers up into you. You let out a slight moan at the intrusion.

“You’re so wet,” he comments. You only nod too focused on his finger pushing in in and out of you. You’ve noticed how long his fingers were before but feeling them reach places your own fingers have never been able to before was a different kind of observation.

“Add another,” you tell in a whisper. He obeys. “Fuck,” you moan, “good, good boy.” His head falls back, and another whine escapes him at the nickname. You move to stroke his dick through his pants again. He moves his mouth to kiss at your neck, sucking lightly at it periodically. Your hand at his dick moves to his waist band.

“Do you think we could pull these down?” Schlatt nods and pulls his hand from you and helps you shimmy his sweatpants down enough for his dick to spring free. You look from his dick to his eyes and then back down. “You’ve really been hiding this from me all this time?” Schlatt smiled lightly and stared, wide-eyed, as your hand began to touch his freed dick. You pumped and stroked gently at first tgeb getting rougher as he pants harder.

“I’m going to cum, wait.” His words were breathy and whiny, and your hand stops.

“You want more?” You don’t recognize the deeper and more confident voice that comes out of you. Schlatt groaned.

“Fuck, please. Please.” His voice was raspy, and his hands griped your waist; hard enough to leave bruises. You sat up on your knees and lined up his dick within your entrance. You sank down slowly. Schlatt whined and you moaned, he started panting. You rose slowly before sinking back down. You grabbed his shoulders to help aide your motions and giving you slight leverage. You keep rising and sinking as Schlatt whimpers in your ear. You feel one of his hands move from you hip to your clit and begins rubbing circles and a loud moan leaves you. Your legs stutter as you get closer to your edge, and Schlatt starts rutting up to you. You dig your nails into his shoulders as you cum around his dick. He moans as you tighten around him, he quickly pulls you off of him as he cums. Getting it all over his sweatpants and shirt. You both sigh and laugh lightly. He throws his head back and laughs.

“So uh,” He starts. “You want a pop-tart?”

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pumpkinologists · 10 months

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: You buy Spencer a seemingly innocent gift but it turns out to be a huge turn on

Notes: Finally edited!

Crossposted on AO3

Warnings: smut, kinda sub!Spencer to softdom!Spencer, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

It started with a spark of curiosity. An ember of mischief ignites and causes the neurons in your brain to go haywire. God, it was stupid.

Your curiosity got the best of you; there was no doubt about it when, the next day, your doorbell rang and your eyes went wide. Wickedly grinning, you rushed over to your door, pulled it open, and looked down to see a set of two cardboard boxes sitting on your doormat.

Quickly lifting the boxes, you took them into your kitchen, rummaging through your drawers for something to open the box with. When you finally found a pair of scissors, you rushed back over to the boxes, practically ripping open the flaps once you sliced the tape. You almost squealed when you saw the contents of the box. Everything was perfect.

"I'll be home soon. Just leaving now" was the text you got about five hours later. With a smile, you typed back, "I have a surprise for you when you get home." You sent an angel emoji after, trying to put some innocence into your words.

A giddy grin made its way onto your face as you flopped onto your bed, reading the text he sent back almost immediately: "Oh? What is it?" You could picture the way his eyebrows would crease in thought, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "It's a surprise. Can't tell" he only sent a frowning emoji back.

It felt like ages before you heard the familiar sound of your door being unlocked. You rushed over to the door and stood there patiently. You felt like a dog waiting for him at the door, but you couldn't help the excitement you felt.

As soon as he took one step in the door, you wrapped your arms around him tightly, not giving him any room. A sound of surprise came from the man wrapped in your arms. It took him a second to process what was happening before he gently tangled his own arms around your back, pulling you into him.

"Hi," you say, looking up at him with a wide smile. He repeated the greeting back to you, giving your lips a small peck. "I missed you, Spencer. I've been thinking about you all day," you whispered between small kisses. "I can tell." Before he could reach down and kiss you again, he furrowed his brows. Hey, didn't you say you had a surprise for me?" he asked, picking his head up and looking around the living room.

You giggled at the eagerness in his voice and actions. "It's upstairs in our room." Biting your lip, you looked at the way Spencer's eyes moved in thought. You let go of the hug, letting him take his bag off, before you grabbed his hand and dragged him to your bedroom.

Usually by now Spencer would be rambling about his day to you, but instead he was trying to come up with theories about what your surprise could be: "Is it an early birthday gift? Well, more like late. My birthday was a month ago. You also gave me a gift on my birthday," he was mumbling when you reached the bedroom. You sat him on the bed and looked at him in the eyes.

"Any last guesses?" You challenged him jokingly, knowing he'd take the bait. "Wait." His eyebrows jumped, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He gulped, "you know, you could have just asked." You weren't sure what he was getting at, and now it was your turn to look confused. "What?"

"If you want to have sex, you can just ask. You really didn't have to call it a surprise." He scratched the back of his neck, giggling nervously. Oh, your eyes were blown wide with astonishment, and you realized that saying you had a surprise for him did sound a little bit dirty, but you hadn't meant it that way.

Not letting it affect you, you chuckled and took his hand into yours. "Well, it's not out front sex, but," you dragged on the but, letting go of his hand and reaching for the boxes that sat under your bed, "I'm sure you'll like this even better."

A huff of laughter sounded from the man when you said those words: "I really don't think any materialistic thing is better than sex with you." He said it seriously whilst inspecting the boxes that you dropped on his lap. It was your turn to blush. Covering your eyes with your hands and groaning, you shook your head, "Just open the boxes."

Spencer shrugged and lifted the flaps, squinting at the item inside the box before taking it out. "Chaps?" He seemed confused, reaching for the other box, hoping for an explanation. "And a cowboy hat?" He looked lost, not knowing what he had just received.

Spreading your arms out, you grinned toothily, "Ta-da!" You let your arms fall, going to sit next to him on the soft comforter. "What do you think?" he kept on inspecting them when he spoke. "No offense, but," he looked at you and held up the hat, "is there a meaning to this?" he asked genuinely.

You tilted your head, "Remember about a week ago when we were talking about careers?" He slowly nodded his head, the memory coming back into his mind. You sat there and watched him put two and two together, his mouth opening in sudden realization.

The look on his face quickly changed to an amused one. "So when I told you that I would have wanted to be a cowboy if not an FBI agent, your immediate thought was to buy me chaps and a cowboy hat?" You frowned at his almost-teasing tone. "Well no. An ad for chaps came up on my laptop, and it made me think of you." A pout took place on your lips.

Spencer's eyes softened; he smiled at you and laughed lightly, saying, "I love it. Thank you." He whispered, giving you a kiss. "You're welcome," you pulled back and gripped his hand. "Now quick, go put it on!" You pulled him up and shoved him into the bathroom.

"Wait!" you shouted as you rushed over to his drawer and pulled out a pair of jeans and a blue flannel. "Don't forget this." You smiled and shoved the garments into his hands, pushing him into the bathroom and shutting the door.

It had been a few minutes, and you were starting to get a little antsy. "Are you okay?" You said it outside the bathroom door, your voice just above normal. It was silent for a minute longer than you'd like. "Umm, I'm not sure how to feel about this." His voice sounded anxious.

You couldn't get a word out, not knowing what to say. The quietness was broken by the sound of the bathroom door swinging open. In front of you stood Spencer, clad in his new clothing.

You stared at the man in front of you, mouth agape. If you could take a picture and put it in the Louvre, you totally would because the sight in front of you was utterly breathtaking.

The black hat sat tilted slightly upward on his head, his chestnut-brown bangs falling perfectly on his forehead. His shoulders looked more broad in the flannel, the blue complementing his skin perfectly. His jeans were the best part. The lightly washed color of the denim highlighted the spots where the fabric was just a little too tight on him. The brown leather of the chaps made everything impossibly better.

A nervous noise left Spencer's throat as you continued to survey him. "Uh, do you like it?" he asked shyly, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck. You gaped, "Do I like it?" The passion in your words made you sound almost angry, and Spencer winced a little. "God, you look so good," it was merely said to yourself, but that didn't stop Spencer from blushing like a madman.

Slowly, you walked up to him. Reaching him, you ran your hands over his chest and shoulders; somehow, he even felt better in this. It's not that he didn't feel good normally, but this sparked something completely different in you.

"The jeans are a little tight," you heard him murmur from above your tilted head. "I haven't worn them in so long." You didn't respond to him, only nodding slightly at his words. You took him all in, wondering what you deserved to have a man this perfect in your grasp.

Looking back up at his face, you watched the blush spread across his cheeks. He was adorable. Not being able to take it anymore, you took his face into your hands and pulled him in for a kiss. The kiss was deep and long, showing him just how much desire you held for him.

A small hum of satisfaction came from your throat when you felt his hands come up to rest on your waist. Your arms rest around his neck, gently playing with the hairs at his nape. Spencer pulled you deeper into him, your bodies squishing together.

Pulling back from the kiss, you panted slightly, trying to catch your breath. Smiling, you teasingly took Spencer's hat off and placed it on your own head, earning a small frown and a whiny "Hey" from him.

Just as he was about to complain, his eyes went wide in realization. Innocently, you flutter your eyelashes at him and ask, "What's wrong, Spence?" He gulped at your words and tightened his grip on your waist.

"You," he stuttered slightly, looking at the hat that was now sitting on your head, "know what you're doing." It was a flustered whisper, an attempt at scolding. You couldn't help but giggle, "I'm not sure what you're talking about. Tell me, please." You dragged out the last word, watching as he pouted and squeezed your waist.

He sighed shakily, "The cowboy hat rule," his eyes were looking down too shy to look you in the eyes, "when a woman steals a cowboy hat off a man's head she has to," his words faltered and his eyes went wide when you reached down in between your bodies and placed your hand on the bulge that was covered in tight denim. "Keep going," you said, sounding eager to hear the rest of his words. He didn’t say anything, so you looked up at him, your eyes halfway toward pleading.

Nodding his head, he let out a soft play and gulped, "It means we have to fuck." Your mouth opened in shock; he was never this foreword. You were at a loss for words—not that you would be able to say anything anyway because Spencer kissed you directly after he uttered those words.

The change in dynamics made your legs clench. You were always used to being the dominant one in the bedroom, so when Spencer shoved you onto the bed and continued to kiss you deeply, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach.

When you both pulled back for air, you managed to let out a panting, "What’s gotten into you?" Spencer, who was currently working marks into your neck, let out a snort through his nose. He finished his actions on your pulse point, and he came face to face with you, your noses brushing against each other. "I wasn’t in the mood for teasing tonight," it was said lowly, a complete opposite from the shy, blushing boy you had just been face-to-face with moments ago.

You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at his words, your thighs squeezing together. "And the way you look at me," he said, kissing your collarbone now, his hands reaching underneath your shirt, "I just want to devour you every time you give me those eyes." You arched into his touch when he kneaded your breast into his hand. His other hand was busy drawing shapes into your waist, keeping you grounded, and reminding you that this was still him.

Sounds of pleasure left your lips as Spencer’s mouth kissed and sucked on the skin of your torso. He made a trail down your sternum and rib cage and was now gently kissing your stomach. He looked up at you, admiration and softness lining his big eyes. "You are so pretty." You smiled at him, a hand coming up to tangle into his brown locks.

Gently running your fingers through his hair, you felt the tip of his nose dig into your soft flesh. Suddenly, you felt a finger hook at the waistband of your pants, dragging them down. Spencer moved to the side of you. "Lift your hips for me," he said lightly. You followed his instructions and raised your hips, setting them back down when your pants were at your ankles. He tossed them across the room and admired the newly displayed skin.

A small hum sounded from his throat, and he dipped his head down, kissing your thighs tenderly. You sighed and gripped the pillow beneath your head, your hips squirming at his touch. A hand comes up to the side of your hip and holds it delicately, squeezing it slightly in comfort. "Please," the plead left your mouth before you could even think about it.

You felt Spencer smile into your skin. "That was so pretty," he whispered, his hot breath hitting the skin of your inner thigh. You could’ve said something witty back, but you decided it was better to just enjoy the moment as it was. That proved to be the right decision when Spencer said lowly, "I didn’t know you were such a good girl." The words were followed by fingers pulling your panties to the side.

The cool air hit your already wet pussy, making you let out a small moan at the contact. A groan came from the still-fully dressed man above you, his hand moving down to cup his hand over you. "So warm," he mumbled, almost like he was taking mental notes for himself. He didn’t move his hand for a minute too long. You made a noise of frustration, and he moved his free hand up to stroke your cheek.

"Say please again for me?" he asked, caressing your cheek. His eyes were glimmering in the dim light of your room, he looked utterly gorgeous. "Please, please touch me." It was a whimper, one that made Spencer shut his eyes and bite his lip with a moan.

Leaning down to sloppily kiss you, one hand still held your cheeks while the other ran a finger through your glistening folds. You bucked your hips up into his hand, and he chuckled softly, feeling your desperation. He easily slipped his middle finger inside you, making you gasp. You moaned into the kiss and squeezed the sheets tightly in your grasp.

His fingers were long, making it easier for him to hit all the right spots. He moved his finger in and out, thrusting it slowly. Unexpectedly, he moves his thumb onto your clit. Your eyes flew open and your mouth detached from Spencer's, "Oh my," and you cut yourself off when he started to rub your clit in circular motions, making you let out a gasp of pleasure.

Spencer seemed pleased with himself by the way he was grinning into the skin of your neck, gently kissing you. "Feel so good around my finger," he muttered into your skin, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You were lost in pure bliss, letting noises fall out of you that you weren’t even sure you could make. Your hips kept bucking up into his hand. When Spencer decided to add a second finger, you could feel the start of your orgasm.

"I’m close." Your words were slurred, and your head was in the clouds. Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly, the fabric meshing between your fingers. He continued to work fervently on your clit, his thumb rubbing circles in perfect time with the thrusts of his fingers. "Spence, I—" as soon as you felt it, it was gone. Spencer’s fingers were gone. Your eyes were full of confusion and frustration, looking at the man who had just ripped your orgasm away from you.

A hand gently stroked your hair while the other one, the one that had just been inside you, was gripping onto your hip. "Why?" You meant to sound angry, but your voice was weak. He only shook his head and kissed your cheek lightly, not giving you any explanation. He continued to trace shapes into your hip with his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours as he moved down your body. The hand that wasn’t currently on your hip was pulled down, dragging across your sensitive skin.

You shuddered at the feeling. You continued to look at Spencer, taking in his appearance. Somehow a few of the top buttons on his flannel had come undone, and his hair was still messy from the cowboy hat. You couldn’t see past his torso but wondered if he had taken off his too-tight jeans.

Before you could let your mind wander any further, he was tugging your panties down. Once they were fully stripped off, he came face-to-face with your pussy. You gulped and looked down at his face; he wasn’t making eye contact with you but was staring at your wet folds hungrily. When he felt your gaze on him, he looked up into your eyes. "I want you to cum on my tongue." He whispered, licking his lips, when he saw the way your head fell back and you nodded.

He licked up your fold slowly, tasting you with a low guttural sound. You sighed in relief, lightly pushing your hips upward into his mouth. He detached his lips for a second while saying your name. You didn’t really hear him; your brain was in utter euphoria. The second time he said your name, it was a little louder, his hands squeezing your hip to get your attention. "Hmm?" you asked, your hand snaking down to thread into his hair.

"Tell me what you want," Spencer said into your pussy, the vibrations making you squirm. "Mm." You didn’t answer him as you tried to pull his mouth back onto you. He resisted and asked again, this time just slightly more forcefully. "Be a good girl and tell me what you want." He was panting slightly, his hands gripping you tightly. You groaned, "I want," It was hard to get the words out; your mind was only focusing on getting some friction. "I want to come, please," you whined, a pout falling on your lips.

A pleased groan came from Spencer, who didn’t waste time diving right back into your pussy. He thrust his tongue inside you, dragging the wetness up your folds. He lightly sucked on your sensitive clit, pulling strings of noise out of you. He continued his actions until he felt you clench around his tongue, your hips bucking up into his mouth as you chased your high. "Gonna cum?" he asked between licks, to which you let out a weak yes.

Your moans grew louder, and your body writhed and twisted at Spencer’s touch. "It’s okay. I got you," his voice was soothing as it coaxed you to the edge. "Let go and cum for me, okay?" At his wheedling words, you let go, clenching around his tongue and gripping his hair while your wetness spilled all over his mouth. He let out a croon as he tasted you all over him. He soothed you down from your high, letting you relax as he kissed up your body, letting you know how well you had done.

When he reached your mouth, you sloppily kissed each other. You tasted yourself and moaned into the kiss. "Spencer," you said, pulling away, holding his face in your palms. He looked drunk; his eyes were dazed, and his hair was a mess from your fingers. "Hmm?" he questioned, leaning down to kiss your cheek lightly. "Let me ride you," you muttered. His eyes grew eager, and he nodded softly, letting you change positions to be on top.

He leaned against the headboard, watching as you carefully undid his belt buckle, moving onto the chaps that were still buckled tightly. It took forever to get them off. "Jeez, no wonder you were in the bathroom for so long." You furrowed your eyebrows, tossing the leather on the ground, making him chuckle. When you finally got his pants down, you ogled at him.

"You’re drooling," he teased. You shook your head and looked him in the eyes before reaching to take his cock out of his boxers. He squeezed his eyes shut at your touch, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. You giggled and lightly stroked him.

A whimper left Spencer’s lips when you dragged the head of his cock through your soaked folds. "Oh my god," he said, putting his hands on your hips, suddenly remembering the dynamic he had set at the start. He grabbed his cock out of your hand, making you confused. Your confusion turned into realization when he lined himself up and pushed you down onto him.

You gasped, rushing to put your hands on Spencer’s shoulders to steady yourself. He was halfway in, but you felt the stretch. He was the perfect size, with an average girth and slightly above average length, giving him reach into spots that made you writhe. "So warm," you heard Spencer say beneath you, letting you sink down onto him without too much effort.

Both of you moaned in unison when you reached the hilt. You sat there for a few seconds, letting yourself adjust, before you rocked your hips. This made Spencer know that you were ready, so he grabbed your hip and started to help you move. You started to grind first, taking it as slowly as possible. "Mm, you feel so good," Spencer moaned when he started to love you up and down.

Your hands still gripped his shoulders as you bounced up and down at a steady pace. The room was filled with the sounds and smell of sex. Heat racked your body; you felt almost euphoric. Adding to the fire, Spencer let one hand off your hip, snaking his hand down in between your bodies to rub your clit. You clenched around him at the sensation. You could have sworn you felt his dick twitch.

He didn’t stop his efforts, still rubbing your clit, "You take me so good," he groaned, his head falling back onto the headboard. You could feel the slight burn in your legs from your repeated motions, but it only added to the pleasure. Spencer moved the hand that was still resting on your hip to your ass, kneading the flesh in his hand.

"Spence," you said, getting his attention. "I think I’m going to come again," you whimpered, your head falling forward onto his forehead. You felt him nod underneath you; he picked up the pace on your clit. Trying to hold in your moans as best you could, you moved your lips down to kiss him. He returned your kiss, your tongues messily sliding together. When Spencer’s hip came up for one particularly hard thrust that synced with yours, you came. You clenched around his cock, and you felt his hips stutter as you did.

"I’m coming," he panted, his hips moving in disorganized thrusts. You felt his hot spurts of cum spill into you. Your head rested on his shoulder, gently kissing him and soothing him through his orgasm. You both panted, your bodies sweaty and tired, idly laying on each other for support. You groaned and gently went to move yourself off his softening cock.

With heavy eyes and an attempt at humor, you reached for the cowboy hat that was lying on the ground. You put the hat on Spencer’s head and smiled lazily. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy." Spencer groaned, picked up the pillow beside him, and threw it at you softly. "That was so lame." He reached over and grabbed you, pulling you into his chest and giving your forehead a small kiss.

"I’m starting to think that I should quit my job and become a cowboy," he said, laying his cheek on the top of his head. Nodding, you mumbled against his chest, "I totally wouldn’t mind that."

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 2 years

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You Don't Love Me Anymore?

Words: 4139

Warnings: angst, references to sex, breakup, hair long enough to run hand through?

STRANGER THINGS Masterlist Main Masterlist

I almost named this "Like We're In Love?" because of Steve saying it to Nancy in Season 2 and this was lowkey based off of it.

Can be read as a Part 1 for I Still Love You (Part 2) and 1,000 Yellow Daisies (Part 3)

This also was originally written for my OC Drew Henderson (Find info on her/original story on this account @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters )

I also know that this isn't that well written, it was done on my phone when I was *lowkey* overheating in my moms car while driving to my friends DCI competition last Friday (the 15th)

Steve and other characters are PROBABLY OOC (as I suck at not being able to keep them from being OOC)

Anywho, enjoy

Y/N rolled her eyes at Robin’s comment on the Return to Oz. “Yeah, it was ‘scary’ and ‘off putting’ but that’s what I liked about it Robin.”

“Y/N, the evil-lady literally took her head off. How the hell is that not horrifying enough to not watch the film?”

“Robin, let us remember that I actually enjoyed The Black Cauldron. Unlike the majority of audiences.”

“Sometimes I seriously wonder how you and Steve get along. You two like completely different things it seems like sometimes.”

Y/N glanced over to Steve, who was checking a customer out. “Yeah...so do I.”

“Hey,” Robin’s voice was full of concern, “I know it’s like, none of my business, but are you and Steve okay? Things have seemed tense between the two of you lately.”

Y/N looked back at Robin and shot her a small smile, “Yeah, everything’s fine!”

And she could tell that Robin didn’t believe her by the look on her face, but Y/N chose to ignore it. “Okay, if you’re sure Y/N.”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, I am.” She looked at her watch and cursed as she saw the time. “Damn, I have to go Robin.” She placed the movie in her hand where it was supposed to go quickly and quickly ran into the break room to clock out for her break. She grabbed her jacket and keys and raced out the door, but as she did, she gave Steve a smile, “I’ll be back in like an hour with Dustin.”

Either he didn’t hear her or he ignored her as he didn’t make any acknowledgement to her comment. She tried to ignore the sting it caused her to feel as she opened the door and ran out, trying not to slip on the snow ridden ground. She ran to her car and unlocked the door, she plugged the key into the ignition to start it. After turning the heat all up, she tossed her jacket off and left the parking lot of Family Video and made her way to the High School.

By the time she finally made it, she was nearly an hour late. She was meant to pick him up between 3:10 and 3:20 and it was nearing 4 o’clock. She groaned as she saw her brother standing with his friends in front of the school. She pulled up in front of them and opened her door, got out, and walked over to them.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up. I know I’m late. I got sidetracked and completely missed the time!.”

“If you would’ve been a few minutes later Elder Henderson, I was going to kidnap your brother.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and Eddie’s comment, “Oh and I’m sure that Dustin would have loved it.” She turned to her brother, “I’m seriously sorry. A bunch of people decided to return their movies today so Robin and I were stalking the shelves.” She gave Mike and Lucas a smile, “You two good? Have a ride home and then to Hellfire?”

“Actually, Nancy’s sick, so could you take me to Hellfire?”

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, slowly becoming aware of the cold air around her. “Yeah, yeah I can. But I can’t take you home beforehand.”

“I don’t mind staying in the back of Family Video!”

She sighed, “As long as you’re sure.”

He nodded, “I am.”

“Then you two get your shit into the car.” She looked at Lucas, “You good, Sinclair?” He gave her a look and she rolled her eyes, “Alright. Follow the other two.” And as he went to put everything in the back she looked at Eddie. “You didn’t have to stay with them.”

Eddie shrugged, “True. But what kind of idol would I be if I did?” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Besides, it’s fucking cold outside. Didn’t want them to freeze to death due to someone's negligence.”

“Well that someone has a fucking job.”

He lifted his arms up in defense, “Didn’t mean to upset you.”

She sighed, “You didn’t, Munson.”

“You seem stressed. Everything good? Need anything?”

She rolled her eyes at the last comment. She had already known Eddie before Dustin joined Hellfire. Bought some weed off of him her Junior and what would be his first fail at a Senior year, a few years ago. “I quit that, Munson.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, “But I’m good. Just tired and shit. Y’know, the holidays and things.”

Eddie nodded, “Well, need anything, I’m open Henderson.”

She gave him a soft smile, “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” He looked behind her, “Probably should let you go. Don’t kill my protége with your driving.”

She rolled her eyes and she began to walk away from him, “Yeah, I would be killing my brother in a car crash. That is not how I plan on killing him.” She dropped into her car, “See you later, Munson.”

He smiled at her, “See you later Henderson. And you too Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair. Don’t be late tonight.”

And on Eddie’s final words, she pressed the gas and drove back to Family Video. She numbly listened to her brother and his friends talk about Hellfire and the end of their recent campaign being tonight. Her thoughts were more focused on what Eddie had said. Was it really that obvious that everything with Steve has stressed her out from hell? But what showed it? She knew that her makeup hid the dark circles that she had gained due to the lack of sleep from worry. And the tear stains weren’t visible because of the makeup, once again. And he hadn’t thought that she had lost much weight from barely being able to eat. But maybe she was wrong. Maybe that was it. Maybe she looked smaller than normal.

She found it funny. She was perfectly healthy. But if Junior year her were to have seen what she looked like and weighed, she would have had a heart attack. Would have said she was ‘overweight’ and that she had to run to the bathroom. It sucked. And it was ironic that Steve was who helped her. He always did. That was how he was. Always helped her when she needed it.

She felt like shit. Just like she did 3 years ago, just before her Sophomore year. When she lost Steve. God did she just hope that this feeling would go away and that she wouldn’t feel this way forever. And that nothing bad was going to happen with her and Steve. That everything would be okay.

But God did she know that would be a lie.

The second she pulled into the parking space she knew she was gonna get yelled at. She went 5 minutes over her break time. But she honestly could care less. She knew full well that they weren’t gonna fire her over that. She made Dustin grab her jacket as she shut her door. When they all entered, she tried to hide the pain when she saw the large smile on Steve’s face when he saw Dustin.

“Henderson!”

“Steve!”

She sighed and walked to the back, but when she went to clock herself back in, she saw that she already had been. She turned back and walked over again. She was going to ask what happened since it was only her, the kids, Steve, and Robin in the store, but she saw the look on Robin’s face. She shot her friend a grateful smile and mouthed ‘thanks’. To where her friend merely shrugged.

She walked over to the kids, “Alright, backroom children. Don’t wanna get in trouble cause of y’all. I get off at 6. So I’ll take you guys back for Hellfire straight after.” She ignored the protests from both her brother and boyfriend and gave Dustin a look that literally told him to listen or else he wouldn’t like what she would do. As the boys exited into the backrooms, she smiled at Steve. “So I was thinking, we get off at the same time, and I’ll have time before I’ll have to pick them up after Hellfire, what if we rented a movie ourself and have a little movie night?” She pushed a strand of hair from her face, “We haven’t done that in a while.” And she tried to keep the pained look from escaping when he flinched away from her hand that was moving to touch his arm. “Steve?”

“I--probably not. I have things that I need to get done when I get home.”

“Oh,” She tried not to sound disappointed, “Right. Yeah. Um...what about Christmas? Are you gonna come over?”

He shrugged, “Maybe. Not really sure.”

She nodded, almost numbly. “Okay...well I’m gonna help Robin finish stocking the films.”

He didn’t even acknowledge her final comment and she just nodded and walked away. She tried to keep the tears in her eyes, but couldn’t help that a few fell as she silently restocked the rows. Thankfully it wasn’t enough to mess with her makeup, but it was still enough that it messed with her mood for the rest of her shift.

But even unknown to her. The three Freshmen sitting in the backroom saw all of that. Lucas turned to Dustin, “Is everything okay between Y/N and Steve?”

Dustin shrugged, “I don’t know. He hasn't been around as much, which really sucks. Plus, she’s rarely on the phone with him, which is weird! I’m used to them being on the phone until mom yells at her to get off of it cause she either needs to use it or it’s getting late.”

“Did they break up?”

Lucas looked at Y/N as she placed the movies on the shelves, “I don’t think so. I mean, y’all know how it was whenever Max and I did. This is different.”

“I love Steve, but if he hurts her, I will not hesitate to murder him.”

And on that note, Lucas and Mike stopped talking about how tense everything between Y/N and Steve were. And for the last hour and a half of her shift, Y/N did all that she could to avoid looking at Steve. She talked to Robin some, but not much. The most she spoke was to a customer asking which movie she should rent for her and her kids to watch over Christmas. Of course Y/N suggested A Christmas Story. That movie had a soft place in her heart. Her, Jonathan, and Nancy took their siblings (plus Lucas) to see it when it came out 2 years ago.

But when she looked at her watch and read that it was 6, she quickly walked into the backroom and clocked out. She didn’t even tell the kids that it was time to go. They just knew from her walking in and grabbing her keys. She waved goodbye to Robin as she exited the store. She unlocked her car and just like it was when she left earlier, she made sure the car warmed up and made her way to the school.

After she dropped her brother and his friends off at the school and made sure they made it inside, she drove home. She noticed the lack of her mothers car in the driveway, signaling that she still wasn’t back from her work trip yet. She sighed as she unlocked the front door and was instantly greeted by the angry meows of Tews. She leaned down and pet the cat affectionately as she shut the door.

She dropped her keys in the key bowl and walked into the kitchen and silently made Tews his supper. One she did that, she walked into her room and shut the door. She clicked the power button on her radio and the sounds of Christmas songs began to fill her room. Currently it was the middle of Christmas Wrapping by The Waitresses. She dropped down onto her bed and buried her head into her pillow.

She had no idea how much time had passed when she heard the shrill ringing of the phone. She groaned and leaned over to grab it. “You’ve reached the Henderson household. This is the daughter Y/N Henderson speaking.”

“Hey, it’s Steve.”

And any inattentiveness quickly faded away and she made sure she was fully listening. “Steve. Babe. Hey. What's up?”

“Could you come over?” His voice sounded slightly desperate.

“Thought you were busy?”

She heard him sigh over the phone, “That was a lie.” She heard shuffling, “So, what do you say? You gonna come over? I just wanna talk.”

Talk. Oh God. He was going to break up with her.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, “Y-yeah. I-I can. Just give me a few and I’ll be over there.”

“Okay. Good. See you in a few.”

“Yeah, see you in a few.” And after a quick second she began, “I love--” But was cut off by the sound of the other line being dead.

She ignored the pain she felt and sat the phone back down on the receiver. She got off her bed and as she exited her room, turned off the radio and the light. She shut the door and walked into the living room. She rolled her eyes at Tews, who was sitting on the couch. And muttered a “Lazy cat.” as she grabbed the keys to her car and her wallet.

So once again, she was waiting for her car to warm up before she left towards the Harrington home. She hummed along to the songs playing on the Radio. She drove extra carefully due to the snow falling from the dark sky onto the already slick road. The normal 10 minute drive turned into a 30 minute one due to her caution.

As she drove up the driveway, Last Christmas by Wham! was playing. Which should have told her enough to just turn back around and not do this. But she ignored it and turned off her car and got out. Immediately cursing herself for not bringing her jacket with her. She quickly ran to the door and knocked. Jumping from left to right in an attempt to not freeze to death.

When the door opened and revealed Steve in the soft blue sweater that she had bought him last year for Christmas she smiled. But not a fake, forced one. A genuine one that she didn’t realize had grown on her face until it was there.

“Y/N, get in here before you die of frostbite.”

She had forgotten how cold she was due to the warmth she was feeling from seeing him. “Oh right.” She slipped past him but stayed near as he shut the door. She placed her keys and wallet on the little table next to the door. She turned back to him and the two stood awkwardly in the foyer.

He coughed, “Wanna go upstairs?” She nodded silently and as he turned to go to the stairs. She instinctively reached for his hand. And this time, when her fingers grazed his skin, he didn’t jolt away. No. In fact, he flicked his hand to slip it into hers. The warmth from her body never fading. Any hint that she was just freezing from just being out in the snow, was gone as her hand laid in his and they walked up the stairs to his room.

Once they made it to his room, she acted out of instinct and sat in his bed. And God had she wished she missed the look that had flashed over Steve’s face. The look of someone who was about to do something incredible stupid. The look that someone would give if they knew that they were going to regret what they were about to do.

But she still ignored the pain in her chest. Screaming at her to leave. Screaming at her that if she stays, she needs to do it first. The warmth that she had felt moments ago, it was still there. But it was slowly fading away and she was struggling to grasp onto it.

And now it was her turn to cough in order to stop the tense and awkward silence. “So what did you wanna talk about, Stevie?”

He sighed, “I don’t think that this,” He motioned back and forth from him to her, “Us, can work anymore.”

She tried to hide the hurt, “What do you mean, Stevie?”

He looked at her desperately, “Please Y/N. I know you’re not dumb. I know you know what I mean.” She refused to look at him now. She dropped her head and stared at her hands. She felt the bed dip and soon saw his hand reaching for hers. She flinched away and ever so slightly moved further away. “YN, please. Say something.”

The tears were threatening to fall from her eyes. “This is bullshit.”

Either he actually didn’t hear her or he needed to hear what she said again since he asked her, “What was that?”

Her voice, barely louder, spoke again. “This is bullshit.”

“What is?”

“You doing this.” She finally looked at him again. “You, pushing me away for weeks on end, calling me that you want to talk. Open the fucking door wearing a different fucking shirt than you were at work. You-you wearing the fucking sweater I bought you for Christmas last year.” She sniffed, “It’s fucking bullshit.”

He looked away. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired of pretending, acting as if we were in love.”

Any resolve she may have had to fix them faded away. That warmth she had clinged to following it. “As if we’re in love?” She stared at him. Hurt, betrayal, and pain was all that could be seen on her face. “You-you don’t love me anymore?” He said nothing. But she knew from the look on his face that he meant it. And she tried as hard as she could to keep her voice from cracking. “How long?” He stayed quiet. “How. Fucking. Long. Steve.?”

And now his own voice was barely above a whisper. “Since around Thanksgiving.”

She nodded. Since their stupid fucking fight. “So you haven’t loved me for nearly a month now?”

“No.”

“No? You haven’t? Has it been longer? Have you never loved me at all?” Once again Steve stayed quiet and she stood up angrily. “Or do you not know?”

“No. I don’t know.” And as she went to walk away he spoke again. “Not that I didn’t love you! I did! I-I did love you! I just don’t know when I stopped.”

She nodded and walked over to his bedroom door. Her hand floated above the doorknob. She turned back to him as the tears finally falling from her eyes. “Fuck you, Steve Harrington.” She opened the door, “Fuck you.” And she slammed it behind her. She ran as fast as she could down the stairs. She went so fast she didn’t even register that she forgot to grab her wallet.

She felt like fate was against her cause the moment her Radio turned on, Wonderful Christmastime by Paul McCartney was playing. The same fucking song had played a year ago when she gave him the fucking sweater he was hearing.

Y/N laid her head on Steve’s shoulder. Their backs against the couch. The sound of Wonderful Christmastime playing in the background. She smiled as Dustin opened the gift she got him. It was a new DnD dice set. One he had been begging their mom to buy him. He smiled at her and attacked her in a hug. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him.

“Now that Dustin got all of his presents.” She turned to Steve, “It’s your turn.”

He smiled, “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

She smiled as she grabbed the small wrapped box. “Yeah, but I wanted to.” She handed it to him and he carefully unwrapped it. Once he got down to the box, he took off the lid and she spoke again. “You mentioned how you needed a new sweater. And I was out with Nance and I saw it and thought you would like it.” She bit her lip nervously, “Do you like it?”

He smiled and kissed her. “I love it babe.” He pulled away from her slightly. He looked around, her eyes ended up following his. Dustin was already on the phone with someone and her mom was asleep. He kissed her again and she smiled into it.

This time when they pulled away, they laid their foreheads against the other. And the words fell out of her mouth before she could even think. “I love you.”

She felt herself biting her lip the second she realized what she had said. He brought his hand up and ran his thumb over her lips, lightly pulling her teeth off of them. “I think,” He looked into her eyes lovingly, “That I love you more, sweetheart.”

She smiled and kissed him again and then whispered against his lips. “I highly doubt it.”

She was confused as she opened her bedroom door. When had she gotten home? She shook her head and went to the phone and dialed the number for the Wheelers.

It rang for a few minutes before she heard Nancy and Mike’s mom’s voice over the phone. “This is Karen Wheeler.”

“Hey Mrs. Wheeler, it’s Y/N. Dustin’s sister.”

“Y/N! Is everything okay? Is Mike alright?”

“Yeah, I-I think so? He was when I dropped him off for Hellfire.”

She heard the elder woman let out a sigh of relief. “Then what do you need dear?”

“I really hate to do this, but do you think you could bring Dustin home when you pick Mike up? I’m not feeling well, I might’ve caught whatever it is that Nancy has.”

“Oh! Of course, dear! Does he have a key?”

“He should.” She sighed, “Thank you so much Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Of course dear. I hope you feel better. And don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. I understand that your mom is out of town.”

“Of course, Mrs. Wheeler.” Y/N ran a hand through her hair. “I’m gonna go now. Probably sleep some. Have a nice night.”

“Yes, get rest. I’ll pick Dustin up and make sure he gets in safely. Get better soon.”

Y/N didn’t even mess with saying anything else and just dropped her phone back down. She didn’t even change and just closed her eyes, falling asleep fully clothed. Completely tired of everything that just happened

Tired that she had basically just wasted the past month hoping that he would get over their stupid fight. Tired that she shouldn’t have ignored her gut. Tired of being tired.

Y/N groaned as she heard a knock on her door. “Y/N!” It was Dustin, “It’s 3! Aka when you were gonna take me to get presents for my friends!”

Her eyes snapped open and she turned her head to glance at her clock. Sure enough Dustin was right. She stumbled out of her bed and opened her door. “Give me like, 30 minutes, got it?”

Before she was able to close her door, he spoke again . “You look like shit.”

“Wonderful observation.”

“Like you’re hungover. Wait, are you hungover? Is that why Mrs. Wheeler picked me up yesterday?! You got drunk?!”

“I did not get drunk, Dustin. I was dealing with my own fucking shit.”

“Like what?”

She sighed, “It’s none of your business, Dustin.”

“What? Was Steve here and you two slept together or something?” She felt the tears prick her eyes when Dustin mentioned Steve’s name. She saw the look of surprise on his face. “Woah! You okay? Did something happen? Are you pregnant or something?” His face turned to one of horror. “Oh please don’t be pregnant. I’m too young to be an Uncle.”

She shook her head and wiped away the tears. “No. I’m not pregnant.” She wished she was. That would be easier to explain than the truth. “Steve um...Steve and I broke up.”

“What?”

“We broke up last night, Dustin. It...it was mutual.”

“Sure as fuck doesn’t seem like it.” He placed a hand on his hip, “I may love Steve, but I’m gonna best his ass for this.”

She laughed at her brother's comment. “It’s okay Dustin. I knew it was coming anyways.” She gave him a small smile, “I’ll go get dressed and then we can go out.”

“No! I’m calling Robin. You two can have a...girls day?”

She laughed again, “Nah. I’d rather spend the day with my little brother.”

His mouth broke out into a large smile, “Really?!”

She nodded, “Really.” She started to shut her door, “Give me an hour, tops.”

“Yeah, yep!”

She smiled as she shut her door. Yeah, she was heartbroken over Steve, but at least she had her brother to cheer her up.

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Scarlet

“When I am dead, I hope it may be said; his sins were scarlet but his books were read.”

Yunho is a patient man, but sometimes you wear his patience thin…

Warnings: Dom!Yunho(like actually heh), use of toy(riding crop), unprotected sex, pet names/nicknames, dom/sub dynamics, smut, also soft Yunho at the end Word Count: 3.1k

You met Yunho through mutual friends. At first, you were shy, Yunho was way out of your league. All the girls wanted him, but for some reason, he never brought anyone home. He hardly afforded them much attention either. He was the perfect gentleman, always so nice.

Until he met you.

He hardly spoke around you, at first you thought he didn't like you. Then gradually, he began to open up. He was adorable, and he was so blushy when the two of you talked for longer than 10 minutes. It made you melt, it was clear that the two of you were attracted to one another. But you were too shy to say something to him, not that you needed to. Yunho knew. He always knew.

When Yunho finally asked you out, no one was shocked. You two were perfect for each other. But there was something different about Yunho, you noticed. He didn't seem to eat or sleep, and after a few months, you finally confronted him. The answer you got wasn't what you expected. In fact, you thought he was joking. But, he wasn't.

But it made sense. Why was he so alluring. Why everyone was so drawn to him? Why he was so charismatic? It was because Yunho was a vampire.

That was his deepest, darkest secret, well one of them. Perhaps his second one was that he desired control over you. He wanted complete and total submission from you, in every way possible. You knew he was ‘kinky’ but the night he dangled those keys in front of your face changed your future. You were apprehensive at first, it was a lot to take in. After all, he had quite the collection of things.

He quietly watched you from afar, observing, waiting for the moment you had a question. Yunho immediately gave you a synopsis of what you picked up, no matter what it was. Ranging from its uses of it, to where it originated from. Even before you opened your mouth, Yunho was immediately answering the question you had. He wanted to share this part of his world with you. Even if that meant waiting for you to catch up to speed. And he had all the time to wait for you. You both had a discussion about what you wanted and didn’t want, and Yunho was wholly understanding that this was all new to you. After all, he didn’t want to push you away. Yunho very rarely chose a sub, let alone a sub who knew his secret.

After a while, he learned that maybe if you had the opportunity to explore the room alone, you’d be more open and honest. Figuring that you may be more comfortable if you had the chance to explore without him around. So Yunho allowed you the keys and told you to feel free to go through everything and anything while he was gone. “Call or text me if you have any more questions.” He gave you a soft smile and left you to your own devices.

You stood in front of the dark door, fidgeting with the keys for a few moments. You bite your lip apprehensively, take a deep breath and finally unlock the door. You were greeted with the smell of wood cleaner and Yunho. His scent was all over this room; he did admit he spent a lot of time in there. You walk toward the ‘whipping wall’, as you called it. Yunho found it adorable that you were naming the things in his playroom. But he couldn’t deny the fitting name. The wall was covered by things that all hung on hooks; from canes to tickling devices, Yunho really had one of everything. You were intimidated by the more brutal-looking devices and opted to look more closely at the less lethal-looking ones.

You were most fascinated with the whips and flogs, heat filling your cheeks and neck as you run your fingers over the riding crop. Maybe Yunho would use it on you one day. The thought made your legs clench. You clear your throat, trying to rid yourself of the heat you felt suddenly. You keep moving through the room for a while and decide that you were done exploring. You leave the room and make sure to lock it. Carefully put the keys back where they belong and go to the door, texting Yunho that you were going home for the evening. He texted back immediately and told you to travel safely. He followed it with a, ‘I’ll call you as soon as I’m through with this business.’

You catch a taxicab and ask to stop by the store before heading home. You remembered that there were something’s you needed to grab before getting home, and maybe grab something for dinner while you shop. You were dropped off at a store a few blocks away from where you lived; a good thing if you couldn’t find a taxi later. But you dreaded if you didn’t.

After leisurely browsing the aisles for the list of items you needed, your phone buzzes. Yunho texted you; any kinks I should know about Princess?

You gasp to yourself, sensing your legs clench. It surprised you that even now his dominant side was prevalent. Yunho explained that it was all involuntary because of what he was and that he was just used to making women feel this way. Even if it was on accident. Nonetheless, his question caught you off guard and you think that replying to his text while in public wasn’t appropriate so you leave it alone for now. You carry on throughout the store, calming yourself and preparing for that call Yunho promised you later. Lord knows you needed it. Yunho was very convincing sometimes, and who knows what he had planned for later… You gather yourself and finally check out. Surely enough after some trying, you managed to find another taxi to make it home before it got too late.

Sighing as you walk down the hall to your apartment door, you pull your keys out and let yourself in, kicking the door closed with your heel. You release yet another sigh as you kick your shoes off, struggling with your bags as you managed to semi-safely get out of your shoes. You tread into your kitchen to put your food away, not noticing the figure sitting in your lounge chair until you hear the lamp click on.

You freeze; heart skittering to a stop. You knew that sound very well, the lamp that was beside your chair… The one you spent hours sitting by the window with a book, cuddled up as Yunho watched from the safety of the darker side of the apartment. That lamp.

Slowly turning to see who let themselves into your apartment, you only see a figure. Their face darkened, the light of the lamp positioned just right to reveal only a silhouette. They’re wearing a black dress shirt, unbuttoned enough to reveal a broad chest. Those familiar collarbones were on display for you and only you. Their lithe legs were covered by tailored slacks that squeezed their thighs deliciously. And spread just enough to make your pulse race. His feet were bare, something that he had revealed many weeks ago that he only does when he’s in his ‘space’. Yunho explained that it gave him a better grip on the floor when he was in his playroom because the floor was wooden. But the thing that held your interest was a thin, hard riding crop that slowly and rhythmically tapped his thigh. His opposing hand held his head, his scarlet eyes watching you intensely.

For a moment, neither of you says a word as you scrutinize each other. Yunho’s beautiful eyes scanned your flushed features for a while until they landed back on your face. He splits the silence with a deep drag, “Didn’t reply.” His hoarse voice rumbled, making you jump slightly. It wasn’t loud, or even stern. His words almost sounded like a cat purring, and it sent shivers down your spine. “I-I was at the store.” Your voice broke at the end, making Yunho chuckle. “Why don’t you say it now, hmm?” He smacked his thigh once; the loud sound made you jump again. He held the riding crop up to his nose, moving it down the whip part of the crop until it landed on the clap, “Or maybe this speaks enough for you…” He runs his nose back along the riding crop, inhaling where your fingers danced earlier. “You dawdled on this one longest…” He drew away, his eyes regarding you carefully. “Come here.”

You waver for a moment too long and he slowly rises to his feet. “We’re in the space…” he trails off, referring to you two, “where you don’t get to disobey me.” His voice grows deeper as he hisses the end, his teeth baring at you. Your legs become goo instantly as you sink to your knees. Your eyes fall to the ground, remembering everything Yunho expected from you when you two played. You watch his feet appear in your vision and he stops in front of you. “Hairtie?” He requests. You hold your wrist out for him to pull the elastic off of your appendage. He moves behind you and pulls your hair backward, running his hands through it before quickly and expertly braiding it. Yunho hums a song to himself that vaguely sounds like Often, by the Weekend.

He takes a deep breath and wraps the long braid around his hand and yanks your head backward to look into his scarlet eyes. You mewl, heat spreading through your belly. “Crawl to the chair.” His voice was sharp, piercing your core and making your legs shake. Somehow he always makes it sound so alluring as if he was a walking sex God. The second he drops your braid you instantly do as you were told, pausing only when you were a few feet away from the edge of your sitting chair. You sink back onto your calves and wait for your next demand.

Your heart was sprinting; Yunho could hear it. It made him want to pounce on you, devour you right then and there but he had to take his time. You were new to all of this. Quite frankly, he didn’t care for playing. He just wanted to toss you onto your couch and rip all your clothes off and-

“Take your clothes off.” Yunho ordered. You sit there, unsure if you could stand yet. “May I stand, sir?” Your voice was soft and fragile, making Yunho groan softly. “Yes. Once you are done, back to your knees babydoll.” He approved of your memory; only calling him by his preferred play names, ‘Sir’ and ‘Daddy’. Yunho moved around you to sit in the chair, spreading his legs so that you were now in between them. His scarlet eyes watch your every movement, even the rise and fall of your chest. He most enjoyed the quickening of your pulse as you shifted, realizing what you were about to do for him. He was struggling to maintain his composure...

You shudder knowing that he was observing you strip, making you feel a little self-conscious. You had never done this before, stripping for someone that is. Or really anything that Yunho had planned for you, whatever it was. But you hoped he used that crop on you. Your thoughts cause you to bite your lip, and Yunho grins like a cat, “Penny for your thoughts, baby?” You shake your head, too embarrassed to say what you were thinking. Yunho chuckles, “A loss, for certain.” He drops it and continues to eye you as your fingers make quick work of your clothes. After a few moments, just as you were about to take your panties and bra off, Yunho holds his hand up, causing you to glance at him. “Leave those…” He trails off, his eyes shamelessly racking up your body until they landed on your face. Your cheeks heat up as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, surely puncturing them with his sharp incisors. “Come here.” He taps between his legs with the crop, and your feet carry you to stand closer to him. “Bend over my lap.” You gasp at his demand but still obey. It was like your body was not your own, but an appendage of Yunho’s. Yunho really was struggling now. You were being so good to him. He wanted to give you the whole fucking world, even if he had to make it burn just for you.

You lean over his lap, breasts pushing up as you lean over the arm. Your ass was stuck up in the air and Yunho took full advantage of the opportunity, grabbing a handful. “If you ever feel ashamed of your body, I’ll spank it out of you. Your a damn Goddess, y/n.” He purrs. After a few seconds, a harsh slap rang out into your tranquil apartment. “Yunho!” You choke, head whipping to peer at him. A cunning, seductive grin spreads across his features as he raises his hand to deliver yet another strike, his eyes holding yours as his palm connects with the other cheek. You yelp, your mouth dropping open as your skin warms up, the interaction between the two of you making you feel fuzzy as if your body was responding to his. Yunho quirks an eyebrow as he rests the crop on your backside, “Ordinarily,” he cocks his head as his free hand holds your chin, “I would make you look away. But,” he runs the crop between your asscheeks to your soaked core, making you whine, “I want you to look at me.” He delivers a soft quick pat to your clothed clit, making you pant.

You try to close your legs but Yunho’s foot prevented you from doing that. You didn’t even notice that his leg was wrapped around yours until then. He had you pinned to his lap, and the thought of him not letting you go made your pulse race. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “The fragrance that you emit when you get horny makes me want to fucking eat you alive, y/n.” he reopened his eyes to reveal his eyes burning a brighter scarlet. “Yunho-” you begin to say but he stops you. “Sir.” He corrects, using the crop to spank you. The sting was sharper but didn’t last as long as when he used his hand. Your legs begin to shake as he spanks you three more times. “Do you like this, Princess?” You nod frantically, panting as your core clenches around nothing. No one had ever made you feel this way. You whimper when you realize that he had stopped. You begin to think you’ve done something wrong, but what you didn’t know was that you had made him snap.

He had you on your back, pinned to your carpeted floor in seconds. He didn’t speak as he burst the buttons of his dress shirt, ripping at the seams to get it off of him. Yunho’s mouth latched to yours, his right hand holding your jaw as his other peeled his pants off. Your mind was churning, jumbled with thoughts of what he was about to do to you. Yunho and you had only had sex twice but he seemed to be holding back, but not this time. He was going to give you what you deserved and deal with the consequences later. Yunho wanted to use you. Wanted to eradicate any hope of anyone that may come after him, but the thought of anyone else with you made him growl, there would be no one else. He would ruin you so completely that there could be no one after him, ever. And now that he knew you were just like him, he knew he was fucked in more ways than one.

There was another shredding sound and your panties joined his ruined shirt a few feet away. He pulled your bra down enough to expose your breasts, making him hiss. His mouth latched around your nipple making you cry out, his teeth sinking into your flesh. But his tongue was quick to lap up the blood that spilled out, filling you with even more passion. You groaned, running your hand through his hair as he thrust into you, both of you groaning with bliss; he filled you so completely that it was as if he was made just for you, and you for him. He groaned as he began to fuck you into the floor, the sound of flesh meeting flesh was pornographic. You prayed that your neighbors couldn’t hear, not that you cared at the moment.

Yunho’s scarlet eyes met yours, agitating with hunger and desire, and he buried his face in your neck. “I could fucking mark you right now.” he moaned, “no one will want you then. You’ll be all mine. No one elses.” You wail at his words, nails digging into his back as he fucked you harder. “Mine. Mine.” he growls, baring his teeth at you, gripping your jaw. “Yours.” You blubber. Yunho’s mouth falls open and a moan emits from the back of his throat. “Say it again.” he demands, thrusts getting shallow. Your mouth falls open, feeling your orgasm getting close. “Yu.” you plead, holding his shoulders as he goes faster. “Fuck, please say it again.” Dom Yunho was gone. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted you to say that you were his again.

“Yu, I’m- I’m all yours!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he grinds against you, the tip of his dick rubbing the gooey spot inside of you. “Yu!” You cry out as your shatter. You tuck your head into his neck, holding him closer as you cry into his throat. He holds you as his hips stutter and he stops, letting out a throaty groan. For a moment you stay like that, unmoving. Well, apart from the shaking of your body as you came down from your high that was, you didn’t move.

Yunho pulls away and looks at your tear-stained cheeks. His thumb catches a stray one as it rolls down your face, “Are you ok?” He questions. You nod feebly as he gazes down at you with something akin to adoration maybe even love. Yunho offers you a soft smile as he pulls away, helping you to your feet. You were feeling tired as he holds you steady, “Do you want to lie down or take a bath?” He sweeps you off your feet and awaits for you to reply. “Bath.” You reply, curling into his chest finding solace in his warm body. Yunho carries you down your hallway to your bathroom, humming something that you didn’t recognize as he enters the bathroom.

Yunho finally found what he had been looking for for nearly 300 years; someone to spend his forever with.

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i-am-baechu · 2 years

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It was only a week after Jungkook broke up with Y/N and he was devastated. He only left his hotel room to practice or whatever schedule the group had to get done that day. He barely ate and sometimes he just stared at the wall as the memories of Y/N filled his mind. Today was the same as others and he didn’t know what the date was nor did he care to figure it out. Everyday felt the same no matter what he did.

He turned in his bed and picked up his phone going through his old photos with an emotionless face. Everyday he’s been going through old pictures, reliving the moments he shared with Y/N. He missed her so much, everything about her made him so happy and at peace that now, everything is doleful. She wasn’t a pretty flower in the garden, instead she was the sunlight that brought life to the garden. The light that would heal any plant was now missing and Jungkook was to blame for it.

He stopped on the first picture he ever took of them together and it brought a smile to his face. The beach date was the date that let her know that he was serious about her. Even though she had insecurities, he was going to push all them away because she was the one for him. He knew the moment he met her, she was the one and he had to throw it all away in order to protect her from this Sasaeng or whoever it was. What hurts the most is that she probably hates him now. He remembered that day at the beach like it was yesterday.

He pulled up to her apartment and parked in front waiting for her nervously. He started tapping on the wheel to get his mind off of the nerves and it was somewhat working for him. He heard a door closed and he whipped his head to see her walking out in a simple gray tank top that had a dark blue dress shirt on top, jean shorts that had white floral designs, hair in a simple ponytail and white sneakers. He smiled at her simple attire but his eyes widened when he saw that she had a belly piercing, “Holy shit...”

She walked to the driver's side and tilted her head with a small smile. He rolled down his window and her perfume made him feel at peace, “Thank you for inviting me...I’m really excited, Kook.”

He swore in that moment his heart stopped beating and his face turned red at her soft voice. He let out a small cough and gave her a toothy smile, “I really wanted to see you again. I just wanted you to know I really want to be with you but I want to court you before I make it official.”

“That’s really sweet, Kook.”

He smiled at this and unlocked the passenger door, “Back up for a minute, babe.”

She raised her eyebrow and let out a small laugh, “Babe?”

“I-I mean, Y/N.”

She laughed at his stutter and backed up so he could open his door. He got out of the car and she smiled at his outfit, “I like your jacket...”

Jungkook glanced down at his jacket and gave her a small smirk, “If you keep complimenting me then this jacket might be yours.”

Her face turned a light red color and shook her head at this. He chuckled at her reaction and grabbed her hand. He led her to the passenger side and even though it was a short distance, the distance was enough to make his heart beat faster as her soft hand gripped harder around his. He opened the door for her and gave her a small smirk, “You ready?”

“Always.”

She slowly went inside the car as Jungkook watched closely in case she needed help. When she sat down, Jungkook grabbed the seatbelt and buckled her up himself. Her eyes widened at this and she felt butterflies at seeing him so close to her. When he pulled away he gave her a small smile, “Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” Before she could say anything he already closed the door leaving a flustered Y/N in the seat. He walked back to the driver seat with a little jump in his step. He started the car and started to play Red Velvet making her look at him with a surprise look. He glanced at her and gave her a quick wink, “Anything for you.”

The car ride was filled with soft laughter and stolen glances between the two as the sun was setting. Jungkook rushed to her side to let her out and the two of them moved down to the beach to see it was empty. Jungkook intertwined their fingers together and they headed to the rocks to see the waves closer. When they walked up the rocks, Jungkook moved behind her and held her waist as they headed up the rocks slowly. She looked behind her to see Jungkook concentrating to make sure she wouldn’t fall and made her feel special.

The two went towards a rock and before she sat down on the rock with Jungkook, she pulled up her pants. Jungkook's eyes widened when he saw the black ink on her hip, “You have a tattoo?”

She looked at him and nodded his head, “Oh, yeah...”

She smiled at him and sat on the rock with the help of Jungkook. He looked at her and pushed some hair back behind her ear, “You're full of surprises.”

“Am I? How?”

“I just never thought you would have a tattoo and piercing. It’s cute.”

The two of them sat and watched the waves crashing next to the rocks and the sun disappearing. She leaned her head against his shoulder making him glance down at her with a small smile. He put his head on top of hers and he could’ve swore that his heart stopped, again. He wrapped his arm around her body and felt her shoulders getting cold. He moved away from her and took off his jacket making her look at him with confusion. He gently draped the jean jacket around her shoulders and she looked down at the rock with a shy look. He smiled when he saw her cheeks turn red and he felt like he won at life in that moment.

He tossed his phone on the bed and headed into the bathroom with the picture of Y/N lit on his bed. He splashed some water onto his face as he stared at the sink with a frown. He looked back up and stared at himself in the mirror and it was clear that he was tired with the bags under his eyes and his untamed hair. He wonders how Y/N was doing, if she was at least taking care of herself. He knew that Mae probably hates him and shit even Y/N might hate him but he doesn’t want to think that.

He walked back into his hotel room to hear a knock on the door, “What!?”

“We have practice! Jungkook, are you okay?”

He sighed to himself and ran his fingers through his hair, “Yeah, I’ll be there soon hyung.”

He heard Namjoon walk away and he sighed again. He wished he was in a better mood but he really couldn’t help it. The one person that made him happy was out of his life. With everything that was happening to him, it made him realize that no matter what he does, he can never have a normal life or even a happy love life. He walked towards his suitcase and opened it to get a sweater but stopped when he saw the shirt that Y/N would always borrow from him.

Y/N laid on the bed with a nervous look as Jungkook walked in shirtless after taking a shower. He raised his eyebrow when he saw Y/N playing with her fingers, “Y/N, is everything alright?”

She looked at him and then her face turned bright red. She covered her eyes, “Put a shirt on, Kook!”

He rolled his eyes and kneeled down, opening up his suitcase. He glanced back at her and chuckled at her, “You’ve seen it before.”

Y/N removed her hands and shook her head, “No-not wet...”

“Why do you look so nervous?”

She looked down at the blanket and then at him with a nervous look, “I-I was wondering if I could wear one of your shirts...since I’m staying over...I don’t know. I’m wearing pajamas but I just want your smell on me...That sounded weird...”

He smirked at her rambling and nodded his head, “Yeah, baby all you have to do is ask me.”

He took out a long sleeved gray shirt and tossed it at her. She let out a small excited gasp and took the shirt, “Thank you Kook!”

He put his shirt on and sood up, turning towards her with a smirk. He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a smirk, “Are you going to change right now? I would love to see that white lace.”

“Jungkook!”

He shook his head and closed the suitcase roughly. He stood up and put on the black sweater and he placed his bucket hat on, not wanting anyone to look at him. He opened his hotel room door and before he stepped out, he glanced at his phone and wondered if he should have grab it. He shook his head and walked out. She wasn’t going to text him, what was the point of having it? What was the point of anything anymore?

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¤━¤“Going to a BTS concert with her best friend was an anxiety attack waiting to happen because she only knew a handful of their songs and felt like an intruder but she didn’t want her to go alone. She made two mistakes. Number one, not changing her lockscreen from Irene to something else and number two, wearing a Red Velvet lanyard. When her friend wins a raffle to meet them, everything changes for her and the youngest member; especially when her alarm starts playing Bad Boy in the middle of her sentence.”¤━¤

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bellysoupset · 2 years

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ABOUT THE GIRL WHO CALLED VINCE AN ASSHOLE

Okay now hear me out… Vince throwing up from a stomach bug so bad he needs to get an IV at the hospital and guess who happens to be in her clinicals at that time and gets him as a patient?

It would be SO fun to have another med student in the universe some Jonah is a wimp about puking… she could be a friend on call to help someone who’s sick or hurt!

This ask got out of hand, but I was having too much fun with the bickering hehe. Thank you so much for the ask and for such a warm welcome to Wendy!

Vince was no stranger to puking. Not just in general, but in particular today, he was well acquainted with it.

What had started as a general nausea during gym had quickly progressed to throwing up everything he had ever eaten by dinner and it hadn't stopped once he was empty.

His roommate, Matt, had fucked off to some friend's place, in order not to catch his bug and he was glad for the privacy it gave him, but also this meant the responsibility to act level headed was entirely on him and well...

Vince groaned as his stomach seized again, sending up the water he had just drank. He felt dizzy and shaky, covered in cold sweat... Black spots danced before his eyes and he coughed up more bile, making his throat burn.

He needed help, medical help. His first instinct was to call Lucas, so he crawled back to the room and, still sitting on the floor, reached blindly to get his phone on the bedside table. He couldn't get up, he was too dizzy.

The phone rang once, before "If You Like Piña Colada" blasted in his ear and Vince was painfully reminded Lucas had gone down to the beach with Bell, making it very clear he had no plans to pick up his phone during the mini vacations.

Plan B was Leo, but Leo had off handedly mentioned a date and Vince didn't want to mess that up for him. Jonah?

It rang and rang and then Jon picked up with, "make it quick, I'm busy."

He took a minute to swallow back down more bile and his pride, "I'm... Jon, I need a ride to the hospital."

There was a pause, a sharp inhale, then, "If this is a prank, its. not. funny."

Vince groaned, his head was throbbing and he was struggling to remain sitting up, "Jon, I'm serious."

Another heavy silence, then Jonah grumbled, "I'll be there in five, don't die" and hung up the phone.

Vince could've cried with relief, if he had tears to produce. Instead he gagged weakly and puked to his side on the floor, nothing but cloudy water his body refused to keep down.

He hung awkwardly to the side, dizzy, until there was a bang on the door, followed by cursing and steps pacing back and forth. Vince tried to get up to answer it, or at least crawl over to unlock it, but all he managed was to lean back, nape meeting his bed's mattress.

More cursing, Jonah using his business voice and then the supervisor got his door unlocked.

Vince sighed in relief as he felt Jonah's hand immediately coming to cup his neck, two fingers planted on his pulse point. His friend wasn't looking at him, but at the ceiling like he was counting.

"Jon...?"

"Shut up," he snapped, then glanced down and retched, squeezing his eyes shut to try and avoid gagging again over the little puddle of sick, "c'mon, Vin-" he grabbed Vince's arm and threw it over his shoulder, then snapped at the supervisor, "don't just stand there, help me get him up!"

Vince groaned loudly as the change in positions made cramps hit him like being stabbed. He let hi head hang, unable to close his mouth, "..'m dyin"

"No, you're not, you big drama queen" Jonah scoffed, dragging him for the door, "when did the vomiting start?"

"After gym" Vince's knees were trembling with the effort to keep him up, "after gym yesterday."

"Yesterday was a Sunday, there was no gym" Jonah's voice sounded distant and angry, like Vince was hearing him from underwater. He grabbed his friend's shoulder.

"Gon passsoout," Vince slurred, then sank to his knees, bringing Jon and the supervisor down with him.

*******

He woke up in a moving car, but was too out of it to make sense of what was going on. Jonah was driving and it was his super fancy car, which caused a chuckle to roll out of Vince as he imagined his friend's face if he ended up hurling in there.

"Thank fucking God you're awake," Jonah sighed, but didn't turn to look at him, "we're almost at the hospital, two minutes tops."

"Uhm," was all Vince managed through the nausea. He felt carsick now, to top it off. Vince pressed his forehead to the window and shuddered with the cold.

"Can you-" he interrupted himself with a gag, then reached blindly trying to turn on the heat, only for Jonah to push his hand away from the panel.

"you're running a fever, no heat for you" Jonah said sharply, then pulled the car to park on the emergency spot before the ER, "okay, I need you to help me here, Vin."

He circled the car and all but hugged Vince's torso to pull him up, causing the taller man to groan, stomach convulsing with an empty heave, "Jon, stop squeezing me-"

"If you throw up on me, I'm going to kill you," Jonah huffed, voice strained with the effort to keep him up. Finally he dropped Vin on a wheelchair a security guard had brought to the front upon seeing them and pushed him inside the hospital.

However, instead of stopping in the packed full waiting room, he kept pushing the wheelchair to the elevators, causing Vince to frown. His head was pounding and he cupped his forehead, rubbed his eye with a thumb, "Jonah, where are you taking me?" he asked, trying to sound just confused and not as bone-tired as he was.

"To get checked in," Jonah shrugged, pressing a button to the first underground, "my friend's in clinic today."

"You have other friends besides us?"

"Bold of you to count yourself my friend," he replied coldly, causing Vince to snort, but the friendly teasing was lost on him, he was too miserable and tired. His empty, sour stomach was still cramping, a tight sensation at the base of his throat alerting him the urge to dry heave was far from done.

The elevator doors opened again and Jonah kept pushing his chair. They passed by a hallway lined with chairs on one side, a bunch of people waiting and Vince cringed in sympathy and embarrassment. If he wasn't feeling so goddamn awful, he would've felt even worse about cutting the line.

Jonah knocked on a closed office door and waited until a woman's voice said, "come in!"

Vince's stomach turned, perfect timing, as Jonah pushed the door open and let out a sigh in relief.

"Hey Wendy," he said in a tone Vince had heard hardly five or six times during the three years they had known each other. His voice was all open and soft, "sorry to cut in your queue like that, but it's an emergency."

"No prob-" Wendy waved him off, but then she actually saw Vince and scoffed, "you."

Vince frowned, while Jonah echoed his confusion, "you two know each other?"

"Oh yeah," Wendy replied bitterly, "Pussy Magnet over here made me work the Hospital fundraiser all by myself while he flirted with every moving thing."

Jonah scoffed, Vince cringed: because of her line, but also because his nausea chose this moment to double down.

"Sounds like him alright," Jonah said and Vince turned his head to glare at him.

"I didn't let her work all by herself, I had heatstroke!" He defended himself, "I wasn't feeling well!"

"And whose fault was that?" Wendy rolled her eyes, getting up and circling her office's table. She had a stethoscope hanging around her neck like a scarf and a white coat closed over her deep blue scrubs. Her hair was down, it was chocolate brown, wavy and chin length, framing her heart shaped face, "so why are you here today, Pussy Magnet?"

Vince scoffed and glared at her, he was feeling miserable but she was pushing it, "I think I rather wait in the ER for a different doct-" Jonah interrupted him by flicking his ear.

"Shut up," he said, then to Wendy, "he's been throwing up for two days straight, at least. Said it started after gym, but gym last opened Saturday. Arrhythmic and passe-"

"Jonah, what the fuck, man!"

"passed out when I was bringing him here. He's running a low grade fever too. I think it's most likely just dehydration, but best to give him a check up before hooking him to an IV."

"Any diarrhea?" Wendy asked, completely unbothered by Vince's scowl. He pouted and Jonah shoved his shoulder.

"So?"

Vince's cheeks burned with the humiliation, more than just the fever, "some," he grumbled, "before the puking started."

Wendy raised her eyebrows, "it's a miracle you're this coherent at all, Pussy Magnet."

"Oh fuck yo-"

"Can you lie down on the bed? I need to check your stomach, but-"

"Fuck no, I'm not letting you touch me, doc," Vince glared at her, too humiliated and feverish to give a fuck. He just wanted to sleep and was already regretting ever calling Jonah.

"Okaay," Wendy rolled her eyes, "big macho man, either you let me do the check up or you can go back to ER, let the nurses file you in, get charged, then wait four hours because we're packed full and then get checked up by me anyway because I'm the one in clinic tonight. What's gonna be?"

"I'm going to go down to the ER and wait until your shift ends," Vince bit out, because he was nothing if not incredibly stubborn. Hell, he'd just go back to the dorms and sleep it off, black dots, raging headache and dizziness be damned. People didn't die from the stomach flu, right?

"Oh for fuck's sake, Vince!" Jonah snapped, pushing his chair and grabbing his bicep, "get on the damn bed!"

He tried to complain, but Jonah was much stronger than him in the current situation, forcing him up by wrapping an arm around his back and then taking the chair from under him, so Vince had no choice but to lean on his friend.

His stomach churned fiercely, from embarrassment and annoyance, and Jon propped him against the bed, shooing him into a lying down position. Once Vince's head hit the flimsy excuse for a pillow that the cot had built into it, all the exhaustion of the simple movement hit him at once.

His head swam and there were colorful dots pulsing in front of his eyes, a horrid ringing in his ears that told him he might pass out. He had the vague idea Doctor Bitch-a-lot was saying something to Jon, but he couldn't make out what.

"....-kay?"

"Uh?"

"Alright," she took his confusion as a confirmation and then his shirt was rolled up to his chest and her cold fingers touched his stomach. It was beyond uncomfortable and Vince squirmed, trying to get her hands off of him, while swallowing down convulsively as saliva started pooling in his mouth.

"Hurts more when I press or when I pull my hand back?" she asked, palm gently digging into his lower right, and Vince shook his head, trying to sit up on the bed. He was gonna throw up.

She pulled her hand back - no added pain -, just as Jonah let out a little, "shit," as he realized what was going on and grabbed Vince's shoulder, helping him sit up.

He dry heaved, retched loudly, whole back arching with its intensity. A metal basin appeared before him, just in time for another strong heave to bring a tiny amount of brightly colored bile. Vince let out a groan, head hanging in shame, drooling over the basin.

It took him a moment to realize Wendy was the one holding the basin in front of him, her other hand was cupping his neck, firm but gentle, "you good?"

He shook his head and the lights in the room danced too, "...izzy."

"I know," her tone was much softer than before, her thumb rubbed little circles on his nape, "we're gonna get you hooked on an IV and you'll feel better really soon."

"Uhm," Vince gagged again, wincing with a sharp stomach cramp. He wanted to vocalize he didn't think he could stand up again, but thankfully no one asked him to. Wendy put the basin away, then grabbed his legs and slowly turned him so he was facing the side again. This time she joined Jonah as they wrapped an arm around his torso, helping him sit back down on the chair. Even then, the simple movement left him completely spent and Vince squeezed his eyes shut, leaning his head back.

He knew Jon was saying something, giving more details, something about concussions - then a device was wrapped around his bicep, squeezing it to measure his blood pressure. Vince was too fucking tired to care, the ringing in his ears was worse than before and he felt Jonah's torso behind him, so he leaned his head back to rest on his stomach and let exhaustion pull him under again.

*******

He came back to in a secluded area of the shared station. The curtains had been drawn around his bed and Jonah was planted on his side, yawning on his hand, but still very alert with a plastic cup filled with coffee in his hands.

"How many coffees have you had?" Vince whispered, voice shot from all the puking.

Jonah's head snapped up and he couldn't contain a smile at seeing his friend awake, one he was too tired to cover up now, "lost count around six," he answered, "how are you feeling, Vin?"

"Like hell," he sighed, "what time is it?"

"Uhm, Monday-" Jonah yawned, checking his phone, "well, technically Tuesday now, 3 AM. You got admitted in Monday at 9 PM."

"Great," Vince winced as he scooted up in the bed. His stomach ached like he had done way too many crunches. Jonah held up a water cup for him and the water settled heavily, but with no nausea. Small win.

"I called Atwood, he's gonna pick you up in the morning."

"You called Lucas?" Vince whined, "why?"

"Because there's no fucking way you're going back to the dorms and I didn't think you'd want to stay at my place. You can though, doors ope-"

Vince's brows furrowed even further. Why was Jonah being so damn nice? "shit Jon, I really scared you, uh?"

Jonah's mouth snapped shut and he glared at him, but didn't deny it. He looked away, "you passed out twice, Vince, c'mon. You scared everyone, Wendy too."

Vince would've blushed if he sill had it in him. Instead, he said, "Wendy uh? You were hella cozy with her, man."

Jonah's eyebrows shot up, confusion written on his face where Vince had expected friendly annoyance, "I'm sorry?"

"I'm just saying, you're all sweet with her," Vince grinned, so tired and relieved there was no extra nausea, he was feeling a little high, "it's cute."

"I... You think I'm into her?" Jonah's voice was so incredulous that Vince frowned at him.

"Hey, she's super pretty, wh-"

"Vince, I'm gay!" Jonah scoffed, "I've been gay the entire three years we've known each other. I've been out since day one- Vince, honestly! Wendy?!"

"You don't have to sound that offended at the prospect of hitting on me," Wendy's voice traveled through the curtain as she pulled it back and poked her head in.

Vince's mouth snapped shut and he glared at Jon, "I just thought you were bi..."

"Christ," Jonah wrinkled his nose, but he sounded amused, "you're hopeless."

Wendy chuckled, attracting Vince's attention and she smiled at him. She was no longer in her scrubs, but was still wearing the lab coat over her normal clothes. A pink blouse tucked into her jeans.

"How are you holding up, Pussy Magnet?" she asked lightly, "you scared the crap out of us."

"I'm better, thanks," he answered and he didn't mean to sound pissed off, but embarrassment was catching up and her lovely nickname wasn't helping.

She made a face like a kicked puppy, but just said, "that's good. Uhm - I'll see you around," then she squeezed Jonah's shoulder in a soft manner, "you too, Jon."

"Thank you, Wendy" Jonah squeezed her wrist back and all that softness was back to his voice. Vince felt dizzy with this whole development. They weren't just acquaintances, they were friends. A friend Jonah apparently didn't hate.

"Don't mention it," she smiled sweetly, then looked at Vin, "feel better, Vince," and left.

Vince worked his jaw, kept shut until he felt she was far away and then sighed, leaning his head back, "I really don't like her."

Jonah scoffed, "go back to sleep, Vin."

"I'm just saying, she's super cocky," Vince kept ranting, closing his eyes, "full of herself."

"Sounds familiar?"

"-Can't read a room for shit. Pussy Magnet," he mimicked her voice, listening as Jonah let out a heavy sigh, "it was one throwaway line. She can't tell when a joke has run its course? I don't like her at all."

"Shut. Up. and sleep," Jonah shoved his shoulder, causing Vin to shut up, but not before he added.

"I don't like her at all."

#mywriting #emetophilia #emeto #stomach bug #vince monacelli

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mywifeymax · 11 months

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I will find you (Kai anderson oneshot)

Y/n pov:

I was sitting on my couch and there was a knock at the door I got up and looked out the peep hole "why are you here?"I asked them threw the door "we have questions about what happened to you it's about kai anderson"A female voice said I sighed and unlocked the door and let them in

Walking to my couch I sat down "what do you want to know about him?"I asked "How did you get away from him he is after me and my wife"Ally said "When he is confident about something it doesn't get away from him it"I said

-19 years ago-

Y/n pov:

I breath in as I fixed my hair and walked out of my small apartment and went to the dinner place where I will be meeting my bestfriend winter I smiled and walked over to her and sit down "Hey it's been awhile"I said "Yeah I agree with you"Winter said "how have everything been going?"I asked "It's not going good my parents died and my brother is changing almost every single day he's not the warm person I grew up with y/n"Winter said "Maybe he's just going threw a hard time since that happened"I said "I guess your right"Winter said

After dinner winter and I stood outside of the restraunt "My brother will be picking us up since we are going back to the house"winter said "Oh okay this will be the first time I meet your brother"I said "That's true"winter said I waited and then I saw a black car pull up and me and winter walked over to the car and we got in "who is this?"A guy with abit long brown hair asked "this is y/n"winter said "Oh Hi I am kai"He said "Nice to meet you"I said "You too y/n"Kai said

Getting out of the car winter took me inside and we went to her room and I smiled and sit on the bed I do have to admit kai was cute but it was weird since he's my bestfriend's older brother "So any new boyfriend or anything?Winter asked "Nope I am a single women I was to focuse on my career to even think about dating"I said "well since your out of school you should go on like a tender date or something"winter said I let out a soft laugh "Okay fine I will think about it"I said

After talking to winter for abit I got up "I should get home since I have an interview with the newspaper company tommrow"I said "Okay get home safely"winter said I smiled and nodded before leaving her room and going downstairs and I saw kai come out from the kitchen "leaving?"He asked "Uh yeah"I said abit nervously "Do you want me to take you?"He asked "No it's okay"I said "Come on it's late I don't want a pretty girl like you getting into trouble"Kai said I blushed and sighed "Okay yeah let's go"I said

The car ride was silent nobody spoke a word and when he approached my house I gave him a soft smile "Thank you for uhm the ride home I see you around"I said with that I got out of the car and went inside the house and I put my phone and bag down on the couch and I smiled before laying down on my bed

Maybe winter is right I really need to meet someone who will bring joy in my life and her brother isn't on the list since he's off limits I sighed and sat up and grabbed my phone before downloading tinder and I tapped on it before entering in my information I sighed as I got alot of guys want to meet up but none of them caught my interest I shut my phone off "Maybe dating isn't for me"I say to myself I suddendly heard a ding and I sighed and grabbed my phone and saw I have a match I widen my eyes seeing kai name there

it's been week since that happened I haven't talked to kai in that time peirod or even winter the good news is I got the job as the reporter

walking down the hall to my office I sighed and open my tinder again and I sighed before accptending it I then set my phone down as I begin to work on the newspaper I edited alot of errors and I published it before hearing my phone ding I grabbed it and saw a message from kai I breath in nevrously and open it

'I will pick you up later so we can have dinner together' I breath in before replying 'That sounds nice I be done with work around 10' I smiled to myself and set my phone down before working on other articles and then I finally finished

Going home I went into my bathroom and took off my clothing and got inside the shower before getting out and I plugged my hair dryer in before blow drying my hair I smiled before putting on some makeup I then put on a black dress before putting on heels I breath in as I sprayed some perfume on me and I got up before breathing in and out nevrously as I got a text from kai saying he is outside I smiled and walked out of my apartment and walked to his car and got inside

"You look amazing"Kai said I smiled and looked at him "You don't look to bad yourself"I said "should we get going then?"Kai asked I smiled and nodded and he drove towards the restraunt and we made small talk on the way to the restraunt

Getting out of the car we went inside and then we order our food I smiled as I looked at him "You think winter would be mad that I am out on a date with her brother?"I asked "Don't worry winter isn't like that I think if anything she would be shocked"Kai said I smiled and then the food arrived and me and kai begin to eat

After eating me and kai walked back to his car I smiled "Hey do you maybe want to come into my place when we get there I could open a bottle of wine or something"I said "Oh yeah that sounds nice"Kai said I smiled and nodded befor he drove back towards my apartment

Getting inside the apartment I smiled and walked over to the wine and pour two glasses before going to kai I smiled and handed one glass to him as I had the wine bottle and my glass in my hand I smiled and set the wine down "So how come you moved to study?"He asked "they had a better collage over there I learned everything I could in three years and then I got a job here"I said

As we continued to talk I smiled and then kai got closer to me "You know you have really pretty eyes"Kai said I smiled "Thank you"I said I then felt his hand rub my thigh "Ever since I layed my eyes on you I can't ger enough of you"Kai said I felt nevrous as he lean in and begin to kiss me and I kissed him back

The kiss got heated in amount of seconds as he found his way to my back and unzipped my dress slowly "May I?"He asked I smiled "You may"I said with that he unzipped my dress and I stood up as I let it fall to the floor "God your so breath taking"Kai said "Thank you"I said "Of course"He said I smiled as he pulled me down onto him and he took off the rest of my clothing as he kissed down my I felt my breath hitched and then I saw him take off his clothing and let it fall on to the floor with mine as he put protection on himself before entered me going at a slow pasted so I can get used to him I held his hand as moved slowly into me as he took a peace of me that night

Waking up the next morning I found the bed emepty beside I let out a dissapointed sighed and then I saw a note on the nightstand I smiled as I read as he had to leave since he had to go take care of winter I got up before going to the bathroom taking a shower rising the after effect from last night

It's been months since and me and kai we're finally a happy couple we did alot of couple things like went on little bike rides and spent the evenings together and we even told winter about us 2 months into us dating and she was really supportive everything felt perfect until kai changed…

I screamed as he had me pinned against the wall "Your such a slut y/n what the fuck did I tell yoiu about going out without telling me first?"He asked "Not too"I said "That's right"Kai said with that he smacked me causing me to be in shock as I held my cheek and I watch him leave the room That night was just the begnning of many horrors

The next day I walked into the kitchen and see kai come out his brown hair was gone but instead it was replace with a blue color "what are you staring at?"He asked "Your hair you dyed it"I said "yeah so what?"He asked coldly I set the bowel down "what the hell is your problem?"I asked I watched as he towered over me "This stupid town It's my problem it's so plain and useless they need a leader"Kai said I felt confused "what are you saying kai?"I asked "I am running for senate and nobody can stop me"Kai said I then watched as he left the house and I turn to winter as she walked to me "Kai lost his mind y/n"winter said "I agree this isn't him"I said

It's been a month since kai changed it only got worst and he had these strangers in the house now he told me to never go into the basement when he is working but that's not the only weird thing going on lately there's been theses weird clown attackings I felt scared even going out alone so I hid myself here inside the house

I Turned on the Tv as I saw another body discovered by the police I then felt goosebumps run up my spine I turned off the tv before going to mine and kai's share room when I got inside I open the closet I then see something in the back I felt confused before I grabbed my phone and shine the light on it and I gasps when I saw the clown costume that was on the news I then felt arms wrap around me "You found out who I really am are you scared?"Kai asked I pushed him off me "don't touch me kai"I said I saw him stared at me with anger "You killed thoses innocent people you abused me and your sister and you have some weird cult thing going on I don't understand what happened to you but you're not the kai I fell inlove with"I said I then begin to tear up "we're done kai"I said As I was about to leave he grabbed my wirst and slam me into the wall "Your not fucking leaving me y/n"Kai said "I love you kai but I can't love you like this I am actually pretty grossed out with you anymore and you hurt me all the time I can't do this anymore and I won't do this anymore this is goodbye kai"I said

"With that It was a struggle getting away from him but when I did I finally felt safe so your best bet if you want to leave kai is to go into hiding like I did and hope he doesn't find you"I said "You still love him don't you?"Ally asked "never stopped"I said "I'm sure one day he will come around to be a better guy"Ally said I shaked my head "No guys like that never changed"I said I then walked her to the door

"I wish you luck and remember hide from kai or he won't stop until he has you under his control"I said Ally nodded before leaving I sighed and shut the door and locked it

At this moment I knew this nightmare wasn't over.

#kai anderson x you #y/n #fanfic #ahs #ahs cult

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imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters · 2 years

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You Don't Love Me Anymore?

Could EASILY have rennamed this "Like We're In Love?" because of Steve saying it to Nancy in Season 2 and this was lowkey based off of it.

It was also written in my moms car last Friday/the 15th on my phone as I was lowkey overheating (heading to my friends DCI competition) on my phone so I am sorry if it is not that well written

Find the x reader version on my other account @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms

Steve and other characters are PROBABLY OOC (I'm not good at keeping characters "in character")

Word Count: 4139

Audrey rolled her eyes at Robin’s comment on the Return to Oz. “Yeah, it was ‘scary’ and ‘off putting’ but that’s what I liked about it Robin.”

“Drew, the evil-lady literally took her head off. How the hell is that not horrifying enough to not watch the film?”

“Robin, let us remember that I actually enjoyed The Black Cauldron. Unlike the majority of audiences.”

“Sometimes I seriously wonder how you and Steve get along. You two like completely different things it seems like sometimes.”

Drew glanced over to Steve, who was checking a customer out. “Yeah...so do I.”

“Hey,” Robin’s voice was full of concern, “I know it’s like, none of my business, but are you and Steve okay? Things have seemed tense between the two of you lately.”

Drew looked back at Robin and shot her a small smile, “Yeah, everything’s fine!”

And she could tell that Robin didn’t believe her by the look on her face, but Drew chose to ignore it. “Okay, if you’re sure Drew.”

Drew nodded, “Yeah, I am.” She looked at her watch and cursed as she saw the time. “Damn, I have to go Robin.” She placed the movie in her hand where it was supposed to go quickly and quickly ran into the break room to clock out for her break. She grabbed her jacket and keys and raced out the door, but as she did, she gave Steve a smile, “I’ll be back in like an hour with Dustin.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up. I know I’m late. I got sidetracked and completely missed the time!.”

“If you would’ve been a few minutes later Elder Henderson, I was going to kidnap your brother.”

Drew rolled her eyes and Eddie’s comment, “Oh and I’m sure that Dustin would have loved it.” She turned to her brother, “I’m seriously sorry. A bunch of people decided to return their movies today so Robin and I were stalking the shelves.” She gave Mike and Lucas a smile, “You two good? Have a ride home and then to Hellfire?”

“Actually, Nancy’s sick, so could you take me to Hellfire?”

Drew ran a hand through her hair, slowly becoming aware of the cold air around her. “Yeah, yeah I can. But I can’t take you home beforehand.”

“I don’t mind staying in the back of Family Video!”

She sighed, “As long as you’re sure.”

He nodded, “I am.”

“Well that someone has a fucking job.”

He lifted his arms up in defense, “Didn’t mean to upset you.”

She sighed, “You didn’t, Munson.”

“You seem stressed. Everything good? Need anything?”

Eddie nodded, “Well, need anything, I’m open Henderson.”

She gave him a soft smile, “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” He looked behind her, “Probably should let you go. Don’t kill my protége with your driving.”

He smiled at her, “See you later Henderson. And you too Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair. Don’t be late tonight.”

But God did she know that would be a lie.

“Henderson!”

“Steve!”

“I--probably not. I have things that I need to get done when I get home.”

“Oh,” She tried not to sound disappointed, “Right. Yeah. Um...what about Christmas? Are you gonna come over?”

He shrugged, “Maybe. Not really sure.”

She nodded, almost numbly. “Okay...well I’m gonna help Robin finish stocking the films.”

But even unknown to her. The three Freshmen sitting in the backroom saw all of that. Lucas turned to Dustin, “Is everything okay between Drew and Steve?”

“Did they break up?”

Lucas looked at Drew as she placed the movies on the shelves, “I don’t think so. I mean, y’all know how it was whenever Max and I did. This is different.”

“I love Steve, but if he hurts her, I will not hesitate to murder him.”

And on that note, Lucas and Mike stopped talking about how tense everything between Drew and Steve were. And for the last hour and a half of her shift, Drew did all that she could to avoid looking at Steve. She talked to Robin some, but not much. The most she spoke was to a customer asking which movie she should rent for her and her kids to watch over Christmas. Of course Drew suggested A Christmas Story. That movie had a soft place in her heart. Her, Jonathan, and Nancy took their siblings (plus Lucas) to see it when it came out 2 years ago.

“Hey, it’s Steve.”

And any inattentiveness quickly faded away and she made sure she was fully listening. “Steve. Babe. Hey. What's up?”

“Could you come over?” His voice sounded slightly desperate.

“Thought you were busy?”

She heard him sigh over the phone, “That was a lie.” She heard shuffling, “So, what do you say? You gonna come over? I just wanna talk.”

Talk. Oh God. He was going to break up with her.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, “Y-yeah. I-I can. Just give me a few and I’ll be over there.”

“Okay. Good. See you in a few.”

“Yeah, see you in a few.” And after a quick second she began, “I love--” But was cut off by the sound of the other line being dead.

“Drew, get in here before you die of frostbite.”

And now it was her turn to cough in order to stop the tense and awkward silence. “So what did you wanna talk about, Stevie?”

He sighed, “I don’t think that this,” He motioned back and forth from him to her, “Us, can work anymore.”

She tried to hide the hurt, “What do you mean, Stevie?”

He looked at her desperately, “Please Drew. I know you’re not dumb. I know you know what I mean.” She refused to look at him now. She dropped her head and stared at her hands. She felt the bed dip and soon saw his hand reaching for hers. She flinched away and ever so slightly moved further away. “Drew, please. Say something.”

The tears were threatening to fall from her eyes. “This is bullshit.”

Either he actually didn’t hear her or he needed to hear what she said again since he asked her, “What was that?”

Her voice, barely louder, spoke again. “This is bullshit.”

“What is?”

He looked away. “I’m sorry. I’m just tired of pretending, acting as if we were in love.”

And now his own voice was barely above a whisper. “Since around Thanksgiving.”

She nodded. Since their stupid fucking fight. “So you haven’t loved me for nearly a month now?”

“No.”

“No? You haven’t? Has it been longer? Have you never loved me at all?” Once again Steve stayed quiet and she stood up angrily. “Or do you not know?”

“No. I don’t know.” And as she went to walk away he spoke again. “Not that I didn’t love you! I did! I-I did love you! I just don’t know when I stopped.”

Drew laid her head on Steve’s shoulder. Their backs against the couch. The sound of Wonderful Christmastime playing in the background. She smiled as Dustin opened the gift she got him. It was a new DnD dice set. One he had been begging their mom to buy him. He smiled at her and attacked her in a hug. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him.

“Now that Dustin got all of his presents.” She turned to Steve, “It’s your turn.”

He smiled, “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

This time when they pulled away, they laid their foreheads against the other. And the words fell out of her mouth before she could even think. “I love you.”

She smiled and kissed him again and then whispered against his lips. “I highly doubt it.”

She was confused as she opened her bedroom door. When had she gotten home? She shook her head and went to the phone and dialed the number for the Wheelers.

It rang for a few minutes before she heard Nancy and Mike’s mom’s voice over the phone. “This is Karen Wheeler.”

“Hey Mrs. Wheeler, it’s Drew. Dustin’s sister.”

“Drew! Is everything okay? Is Mike alright?”

“Yeah, I-I think so? He was when I dropped him off for Hellfire.”

She heard the elder woman let out a sigh of relief. “Then what do you need dear?”

“I really hate to do this, but do you think you could bring Dustin home when you pick Mike up? I’m not feeling well, I might’ve caught whatever it is that Nancy has.”

“Oh! Of course, dear! Does he have a key?”

“He should.” She sighed, “Thank you so much Mrs. Wheeler.”

“Of course dear. I hope you feel better. And don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. I understand that your mom is out of town.”

“Of course, Mrs. Wheeler.” Drew ran a hand through her hair. “I’m gonna go now. Probably sleep some. Have a nice night.”

“Yes, get rest. I’ll pick Dustin up and make sure he gets in safely. Get better soon.”

Drew didn’t even mess with saying anything else and just dropped her phone back down. She didn’t even change and just closed her eyes, falling asleep fully clothed. Completely tired of everything that just happened

Tired that she had basically just wasted the past month hoping that he would get over their stupid fight. Tired that she shouldn’t have ignored her gut. Tired of being tired.

Drew groaned as she heard a knock on her door. “Drew!” It was Dustin, “It’s 3! Aka when you were gonna take me to get presents for my friends!”

Her eyes snapped open and she turned her head to glance at her clock. Sure enough Dustin was right. She stumbled out of her bed and opened her door. “Give me like, 30 minutes, got it?”

Before she was able to close her door, he spoke again . “You look like shit.”

“Wonderful observation.”

“Like you’re hungover. Wait, are you hungover? Is that why Mrs. Wheeler picked me up yesterday?! You got drunk?!”

“I did not get drunk, Dustin. I was dealing with my own fucking shit.”

“Like what?”

She sighed, “It’s none of your business, Dustin.”

She shook her head and wiped away the tears. “No. I’m not pregnant.” She wished she was. That would be easier to explain than the truth. “Steve um...Steve and I broke up.”

“What?”

“We broke up last night, Dustin. It...it was mutual.”

“Sure as fuck doesn’t seem like it.” He placed a hand on his hip, “I may love Steve, but I’m gonna best his ass for this.”

She laughed at her brother's comment. “It’s okay Dustin. I knew it was coming anyways.” She gave him a small smile, “I’ll go get dressed and then we can go out.”

“No! I’m calling Robin. You two can have a...girls day?”

She laughed again, “Nah. I’d rather spend the day with my little brother.”

His mouth broke out into a large smile, “Really?!”

She nodded, “Really.” She started to shut her door, “Give me an hour, tops.”

“Yeah, yep!”

She smiled as she shut her door. Yeah, she was heartbroken over Steve, but at least she had her brother to cheer her up.

#steve #harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington oc #stranger #things #stranger things x oc #stranger things oc #x oc #oc #audrey claudia henderson #drew henderson

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casspurrjoybell-26 · 9 months

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The Contract - Chapter 10

*Warning Adult Content*

"This is you," Donovan announces when the car stops.

I look out the window and see it's my new apartment building, so I grab my bag filled with gym stuff I got for free from the staff at Donovan's gym.

"Thanks for the ride," I rub my neck. "And uh, for the clothes."

Donovan doesn't say anything but types away on his phone, not bothering to look up at me as I open the passenger side and get out.

Before I close the door, Donovan captures me in his eyes as he looks at me and puts his phone down.

"I'll be away next week on business, so feel free to text if you ever miss me."

I scoff out loud at his arrogance, surprising the driver as he jumps in his seat because I slammed the door shut with force, swearing incoherent words under my breath as I walk towards the building.

Fucking bastard, saying that shit to me, who does he think he is?

After what he just did to me at the gym.

I turn around and see a glimpse of his hooded face in the dark car as the driver pulls out from the curb and drives off down the road.

I storm into the building, trying to not think about the asshole that just treated me like a freaking princess and focus on getting to my apartment so I can have a nice hot shower and wash away everything embarrassing that just happened today.

A full week of not seeing him...

It's been three days since I met him and since then, it feels like I've known him for years, despite knowing nothing about him.

There were things I picked up though, like how controlling he is, how addicted he is to his phone and how he loved seeing people squirm under his stare but there are other things like when he smiles, he has a dimple in his cheek, even though it's rare when he does smile, it's like this whole air around him shifts.

He's not as intimidating when he smiles, and laughs, it's interesting to see I guess.

My phone buzzes in my pocket as I unlock my door and shut it behind me.

Turning my phone on, I see it's a text from the man himself.

ᴅᴏɴᴏᴠᴀɴ: Audition tomorrow, 9:20 AM at HQ.

I snort out and text back once I drop my bag near the door.

Me: What happened to Natalie? I thought she was my agent, not you.

He texts back a minute later and I roll my eyes at how smug he is.

ᴅᴏɴᴏᴠᴀɴ: I'm the boss. I do what I want.

I laugh and then put my phone back in my pocket.

Yeah, no shit sherlock, it seems like he does whatever he wants and everyone knows it, it's not like it's not noticeable with the way he carries himself like he owns the world and we all worship him for it.

I scoff, I'm not some bimbo desperate for his attention, there will be no worshiping him, ever.

What we have together is purely physical and I can end it whenever I want, I wonder how many people would kill for the opportunity to be with Donovan Steele.

Things like that make ME feel powerful, like everyone worships me, and not him.

I strip off my clothes and head straight for the shower, counting down the seconds until that hot water hits my body, only then can I finally relax and block out everything.

Six days later.

I'm so fucking tired, my legs are aching and my arms feel beaten.

"Evan you did a well today, good job., my trainer Rob says, slapping me on the back. "Same time next weekend?"

I shake my head and pick up my gym bag.

"Sorry, I can't," I say, sighing. "I'll be on set, filming for the TV show I got a part in." I tell him.

He whistles out impressed.

"Congratulations mate," he says, bringing me in for a bro hug. "Look at you getting all famous and shit, almost makes me want to cry."

He fake wipes a tear.

I shove him off me.

"It's no big deal," I say, despite how excited I actually was. "I'll text you when I'm free for a workout, Mike."

Mike nods his head as I head outside of the gym and let the bright rays from the sun hit my sweaty face, as a shit-eating grin falls on my face.

I got the fucking part.

I still can't believe any of it, that they loved me and gave the part to me then and there, without a second audition.

What's better is that it's a show that everyone is obsessing over, a high school drama filled with murder and mystery and what's so good about it is that I got a leading role as the main man in the show.

I instantly liked my role, the 'bad boy' with a dark past that protects the leading high school girl from another obsessed guy but what makes this more exciting is the fact that the female lead is someone I knew.

Not only me but everyone knows who she is, she's a high-paid actress in the acting world, making this my opportunity to impress and hopefully, get more roles after the show's first episode is aired.

From what I've heard, Amanda Carsly is America's angel and has a thing for guys like me, so if all goes well, I can use that to my advantage and form connections.

It's all coming together, next week we start filming and I can barely contain how pumped up I am for it to start.

My phone rings in my pocket and I pick it up and answer it as I cross the road, not looking at the caller id.

"This is Evan," I say, jogging across the road, watching out for cars.

"Hi Evan hunnnn, it's your mommy."

I stop walking and freeze.

"I missed you, my sweet baby boy," she says, sounding completely out of it drunk.

"Mom, have you been day drinking?" I question, hissing out as her voice was clearly slurring.

"Hmmm, a little," she laughs like I said something funny as I hear people talk in the background.

I grip the bridge of my nose and sigh.

"Fucking hell..."

"I need money, Evan. Be a good boy and help me out, hmm?" she slurs her words. "You're the only one I have, baby."

I feel my blood boil and I clench my eyes closed tightly and steady my breathing at how annoyed I am right now.

"Mom, I don't have money right now,.I can't keep..."

"YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS," she screams down the phone. "Just like your bastard of a father, not giving a shit about me, selfish sons of bitches," she snapped out, slurring her words.

I hate when she's like this and if I knew it was her, I'd have never picked up the call in the first place, knowing that the only times she calls me is for a handout.

I clench my jaw and avoid the looks of people passing me on the street, some with curious stares and some from a group of young girls checking me out and giggling as they pass me.

"Tell me where you are."

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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touch me

spencer reid x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh hello, ask away.”

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

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

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

“Yeah, she is.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You read it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who’s that?” JJ smirked at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A few hours, did you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not to mention the longing he felt.

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?” He asked softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What does?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was his now.

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

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

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

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

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

He felt loved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How so?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that where you’re from?”

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

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

“I’ll look into it,” she smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello,” he whispered.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“You.”

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

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

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

“Can I be on top?” She asked lightly.

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

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

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

“Absolutely,” he smiled up at her.

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

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

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

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

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

“No, why?”

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

“I don’t think that’s a thing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The head of his cock brushed her clit as she ground down on him, his hands found her hips once more as he instinctively helped her find a rhythm.

He could feel how wet she was, the way she glided over him so easily. Her breath hitching every time her hips bucked, she was enjoying herself. It made him even more excited. She leaned back down then, kissing his neck once more as she continued to push down on him.

“I need you,” Spencer gasped.

She smiled against his skin, lifting her hips enough for him to line up with her before she started to sink down on it. He watched himself disappear inside of her, feeling the way she took him in like he was always meant to be there.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she sat down fully, her hands resting on Spencer’s stomach as she tried to get used to it all. Listing herself up and down little by little to get the rhythm going again.

Spencer pulled her back in again, arching her back so she could bounce easier. She held him close, tucking her face into the crook of his neck as she started to move faster and faster on him. Hearing his breathing pick up as his grip tightened on her asscheeks.

She kept one hand in his hair as her other hand reached for her clit, pleasuring herself slightly the way she knew she liked it. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered against his skin as she fucked him.

It had never felt like this before, it was so personal for the first time. They worked together perfectly, not having to communicate at all, following the other person’s rhythm like a well-oiled machine with a task.

He felt her everywhere. Her hands in his hair, her lips on his neck. The way her hot breath tickled right under his ear as she tried to catch her breath against him. The way she pulled off him and sucked him back in, again and again, her breasts against his chest and her ass in his hands.

He couldn’t believe it. That a real human being cared about and appreciated him, even after learning his worst secret. She was special and different and everything he needed.

He could feel himself getting closer, wanting to savour every moment with her that he could. His hands roamed her back, over her shoulders and arms. He wanted to touch every single inch of her while he had the chance.

“I’m so close,” she whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek and resting her open mouth against his.

They weren’t kissing, they were panting over each other with their foreheads resting together. Euphoria filling the empty spaces between them as she came, gasping and shaking violently over him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bending his knees and driving into her a few more times before he finished.

She tugged on his hair then, biting his bottom lip as she felt him twitch inside of her. Letting out the smallest gasps and whimpers as she pulled her hand out from between them and pushed herself off him.

Dropping her body against his, resting her head on his chest as they caught their breath.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a hug as he repeatedly kissed the top of her head. “Thank you,” he was still out of breath as he said it.

She smiled, laughing against his skin again as she hugged him back.

—

He woke up to the sun in his eyes and the feeling of lips against his skin. He blinked as gained consciousness, finding Y/N laying against his chest again. Her face in his heck where she was placing lazy kisses, trying to wake him up nicely.

“Good morning?” His voice was groggy and deep, it made her smile against his skin. A feeling he didn’t realize he missed so much during the night.

“What time is your flight back?”

“10:30, why?” He asked softly, rubbing his hand over her back softly.

She held him tighter, breathing him in deeply as she did so. Not wanting to let him go any time soon, “it’s 9:45.”

“Is it bad I’m hoping there’s a secret serial killer in Albuquerque?”

She laughed again, sitting up this time so she could look at him again. “Maybe I’ll come to visit my parents soon a find a reason to stay in Virginia?”

“I’d like that,” he smiled, pulling her into a kiss. Never wanting it to be the last one.

He waited till the last possible moment to finally peel himself out of her grasp, trying to find all his clothes and belongings from the night before

He kissed her quickly at the door before taking off down the steps and back to the room he was supposed to be sharing with JJ. He knocked on their door lightly, hoping to every god on earth she hadn’t left yet.

She opened the door and just stared at him with her mouth open, “oh my god?” She laughed.

“What?” He asked, completely oblivious to how he looked.

JJ dragged him inside, pulling him towards a mirror and pointing at his reflection. “What happened to you?”

His hair was a mess, he had hickeys all over his neck. His shirt was barely buttoned, definitely not untucked and he didn’t even have his shoes on. “oh.”

“Oh?” JJ couldn’t believe it. “Who is she?”

“Um, the ME from this case,” he explained, scratching the back of his head as he squinted.

JJ just laughed then, “hurry up and look somewhat presentable, pretty boy, the team is going to eat you alive for this.”

Sure enough, when he finally sat in his little corner of the plane with his glasses on and a hickey still visible above his collar, all eyes were on him. No one wanted to ask, they all just made it abundantly clear that they were curious.

Alvez even took a photo to send to Penelope, who sent it to Derek, who texted Reid only 20 minutes into the flight asking who she was. He rolled his eyes and put his phone back in his pocket. About to get really pissed when a second text came in.

555-0623: if you’re still serious about that recommendation, there is a spot available at the DC medical examiner’s office… I’d probably be closer to you than your therapist’s office 💋

He smiled then, saving her number and starting his letter.

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Hey!! Can you write #46 for Jack Hughes?? Love the idea of blurb Saturday ☺️

hi nommie !! (thats what i call my anons now), thank u so much, im so excited to get started with it :)) and thanks for the request as well, idk this one kinda went weird but i hope u enjoy it nonetheless <3

"let me hold your hand."

you and jack weren't exactly the closest. it wasn't like you guys hated each other — in fact, it was quite the opposite. jack knew you had a crush on him.

he wondered how you could develop feelings for him after only a couple interactions... but then it got cute. he didn't like you back, at least he thought he didn't, but the way you blushed whenever he was in your sight was something sore to his eyes.

you didn't know he knew. he acted the same as he always did and you didn't suspect anything. he didn't want you to know, either. you guys were moreso acquaintances than friends — you barely ever talked — so he thought it would be odd of him to tell you.

the problem arised when he tried one upping his older brother. see, what happened was, their parents were praising quinn and everything he'd accomplished in such a short amount of time. jack got a little.. jealous, and sorta maybe told them he had a girlfriend — which he didn't. his family insisted on meeting the girl and now he was stuck.

he asked all the girls he knew. every girl he was friends with refused to be his "date." he almost gave up, until you showed up to your shift at the local smoothie bar — the most popular hangout spot, and where he just so happened to be spending his time.

he'd been complaining to his friends before he saw you, talking about how every girl simply refused to go out with him. he knew he was desired, which is why none of this made any sense to him.

you felt his gaze on you the minute you walked behind the counter and tried to act indifferent as you went through an array of customers. at the end of the line stood jack, making your heart skip a beat with every passing second.

"hey jack, what's up?" you asked, brow beginning to sweat.

"i need you to do me a favour," he said quickly, not even bothering to greet you.

it was odd of him to ask you for anything and he could see the confusion on your face moments after those words fell out of his mouth.

"listen, i asked every other girl i know and they all said no. you're my only hope, please."

"jack, that doesn't exactly make me want to do anything for you.. you know, you telling me i was the last person you thought of doesn't really help."

he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "i need you to pretend to be my girlfriend, just for one night. i need to show my family i have someone."

it felt like a weird taste on your tongue. you didn't know how to describe it but you were quite taken aback yet intrigued. the idea of meeting his family wasn't exactly ideal (at the moment), but the idea of spending time with him was incredibly pleasant. of course, you didn't want to agree so easily so you tried playing it cool.

"what's in it for me?"

his face lit up. "really, you'll do it?"

"as long as i get something in return."

"i'll give you whatever you want, i promise."

and that was that.

it was awkward. jack picked you up after work and took you back home to get ready. he sat in the car the whole time and the ride was silent, other than him telling you everything was going to be casual and it was basically just a hangout at his house with his family.

you didn't tell him that made you more nervous than before. as you got to the house and stood upon the doorstep, jack unlocked the front door before turning to you.

"let me hold your hand."

"what?"

"we're dating, remember? we have to act like it," he explained, not waiting for a reply.

neither of you denied the feeling in your hearts as his fingers intertwined with yours. you'd be more willing to admit it but jack would take it to the grave if he had to. he'd realized then that maybe he knew the real reason he was distant with you this entire time.

everything went extremely well. from the moment you walked in, you were wrapped in inviting arms, and you realized where jack got all his charm from. it ran in the family for sure.

you stayed longer than you had expected to. jack left you to talk to his mom for a while, trying to keep the physical affection to a minimum. although he tried to keep you away, he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering back to you.

he hadn't noticed, even later, when he was sitting with his brothers. quinn and luke looked at each other with an oh my god look as he stopped his sentence midway to focus on you.

"buddy's whipped."

jack's head snapped towards luke. "what?"

"she has you wrapped around her finger," quinn explained in other words.

the gears in jack's head were turning. he was processing everything, from the way he's felt about you since the day you met until now. how maybe it was a blessing in disguise that no one else agreed to help him. how you were the only one willing to meet his family and put up a stupid act just because he was being stupid himself.

he was trying to protect himself, but then it hit him, that you were what he wanted all along.

he stood up from his seat on the couch and walked over to you hastily, pressing a kiss to your cheek when he reached you.

you looked up at him in shock. "what was that for?"

"c'mon, i'm taking you out on a date."

"wha—"

he didn't give you a second to reply, for the only thought on his mind was to finally treat you the way you've always deserved him to.

the way he'd always wanted to.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Can I request a prompt of dad!Harry where maybe it’s just him And Sasha and they get mobbed and her slightly hurt but he is furious

JUST A LESSON

word count: 5k+ (how'd i write this in one day)

warnings: language, smut, blood, minor injuries

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- PLEASE NOTE: DAD!HARRY & CEO!HARRY ARE TWO DIFFERENT TROPES.

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Harry was quite stressed out. He wasn’t sure how his wife did it all the time. She was constantly packing up Sasha and toting her around the globe to meet up with him for concerts and events when he was away.

The little family had been staying in their Los Angeles home for nearly three months now as Harry had been writing for his third solo album. It involved a lot of late nights were Y/N were putting Sasha to bed by herself.

Harry was eternally grateful that she was so patient and understanding when he snuck into bed quarter past three after finding a rift that fit a new song perfectly or when Mitch had an idea that had Harry on Skype for hours with him.

The stress was overwhelming for her though. She was usually good at self-care and taking time for herself but Sasha had been so needy lately and crabby when her father wasn’t at her beck and call.

The toddler was going through a bout where she struggled to sleep through the night and had a tendency to scream bloody murder when she didn’t get her way.

It was nearly three weeks of this and she hadn’t mentioned it too much to Harry because she didn’t want him to be as stressed out as she was.

Tonight, Y/N had rocked, sang, hummed, and read to her daughter to stop the angry tears that were rolling down her cheeks but nothing was working. It was near eleven at night and she had took Sasha out in the car for a long ride where she finally fell asleep.

But as soon as Y/N unlocked the front door, she startled awake even angrier than before, squirming out her mother’s grip and bolting through the house. When she tried to round a corner, she slipped on her bum.

Y/N felt her anxiety level break.

Sasha began screaming once again, “Mummy! No! No!”

When Y/N picked her up after her slight tumble, she was absolutely not hurt but had become even more frustrated. Y/N was starting to feel overwhelmed - which didn’t happen often.

“Baby, what do you want? What can mummy do?” Y/N asks with desperation, searching her baby’s watery green eyes. She looked so much like her dad it was absurd.

“No! Down! Stop!” The two year old orders with a furrowed brow, lips in a tight line with her nose scrunched up in displeasure.

“Sasha, you just hurt yourself. You can’t run in the house, the floor is slippery,” Y/N tells her firmly despite it falling upon deaf ears.

“Bad mummy,” Sasha shrieks, “Daddy! Want Daddy! Now!”

Y/N is embarrassed to admit that she has tears welling up in her eyes. She was trying everything in her power to soothe her baby. It’s midnight at this point and she’d been at it since seven this morning.

Sasha had refused a nap all day - giving Y/N no respite at all. Harry had left at eight in the morning and hadn’t returned yet. Even though Sasha was only two and a half, Y/N felt a pang at the words ‘bad mummy.’

She didn’t feel any other option at this point than to call Harry for help. She wanted to be capable of being at stay home mum but sometimes it was really fucking hard but she felt guilty because she should be able to do this. Harry was out there working hard, providing, constantly.

When he doesn’t answer, the tears freely start streaming down her face in silence. She scrubs at them quickly so that her daughter doesn’t see them but it’s hard to catch them all - sobs threatening to bubble through her lips.

“Daddy’s working, we need to go to sleep,” Y/N replies to her daughter, jaw clenched to hold back the upset she feels. She needs a minute alone but she doubts her toddler will let her.

“Pool?” Sasha piques, “Swim?”

Y/N wants to laugh, it’s so fucking late and Sasha should have been in bed nearly four hours ago. The mother was so beyond her routine at this point, that she actually just gave in to her daughter.

Sasha’s mood turns around when Y/N wrangles them both into their swimsuits ***and trails out of the back patio, switching on all the lights around as well as in the pool. The California air was still extremely warm, enough to cause a sweat. ***

She tugs a little donut raft into the pool with them that Sasha can float around on while Y/N guides it to keep her safe. She was so tired by this point that her bones felt like they weighed a million pounds.

Sasha’s eyes droop until they finally flutter close within minutes of being in the warm water. Her eyelids splotchy pink from all of the fits and tears from the day. And when she is completely asleep, Y/N lets herself cry as she continues to float the baby around the pool to keep her asleep.

She hasn’t been doing it for more than ten minutes when the patio door opens and Harry is stepping into the back with a confused expression that she can’t see because her back is turned to him.

“Love, why are you in the pool? S’late,” Harry asks softly but he doesn’t get an answer, so he’s slipping out of his plain tee and striped pants, dirty vans kicked to the side ***.

Just in his briefs, he quietly enters the pool to not disrupt the ebb and flow of the water. When he makes his way over to her, he slides in front of his wife, alarmed at the exhausted, tearful expression on her face.

“Baby, what’s happened? Talk t’me,” Harry whispers, hands coming to cup his wife’s face in between his large hands. Rings cold against her hot, wet cheeks. He looks to his sleeping daughter, running his eyes over her a few times and decides she seems completely okay.

“M’fine,” Y/N chokes out but the lie causes a fresh wave of tears.

Harry frowns, “Don’t lie to me, pet. Please, don’t shut me out. M’always here for you.”

“I’m a bad mum,” She sobs silently, her eyes closing as she leans into his palms before moving to rest her head heavily on the crook of his tattooed shoulder, his chest damp from the salty tears.

“Wha-What’s brought this on? Y’the best mum in the world, best wife in the world. The best at everythin’, why are you doubtin’ that, my heart?” Harry murmurs, taking over the rocking motions of Sasha’s raft.

“She wouldn’t settle today, Harry. Like at all, refusing to nap, eat any healthy food, or bathe. She screamed at me the whole day no matter what I did and then she told me I was bad and she wanted you.”

“Love, she’s in the midst of her terrible twos. She loves you more than anythin’ on this earth. Y’her mummy and a damn good one at that. Why didn’t y’call me? I’d come home, work is never more important than our family.”

Y/N doesn’t bring up the fact she did try to call, “I need to be able to do this myself, Harry. M’a stay at home mum, taking care of Sash is literally my only job and I can’t even do that.”

Harry’s face hardens but he tries to not take it personally, knowing his wife is just upset with herself, “That’s not fair to me, dove. M’her daddy, she’s half mine too. She’s just as much of my responsibility as yours, no matter what my job is.”

“I don’t want to stress you out more than necessary,” Y/N mutters into his skin.

“Me coming home to my wife in tears and my baby in the pool at midnight is more stressful than you ringin’ me to come home,” Harry tells her, smearing a few kisses to the top of her hair.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m just tired.”

Harry pulls her back so he can look her in the eyes, “Never apologize for somethin’ like that. Go get a bath and let me put the bub to sleep, okay? I love y’mumma.”

Harry calls his mum the next morning while Y/N is out getting a manicure with Glenne. He’d called her favorite salon earlier in the day, coercing them into opening a spot for her with a monetary bribe.

Y/N had hesitated at the door as Sasha threw a fit at her mother leaving the house. She clung onto her calf until Harry had to physically pull her off and hold her tightly in his arms.

Currently, Sasha was playing with a set of dolls on the floor of her bedroom as Harry sat next to her. She’d originally been happy with the presence of her father until he told her he needed to make a phone call.

Harry had to be stern with her when she went to grab at the phone pressed to his ear, gently gripping her wrist and frowning, “We don’t do that, s’not nice.”

Sasha had attempted to grab at it again and managed to tangle Harry’s long locks into his fist, tugging at them. Harry unraveled the small fingers before telling his daughter, “If you do that one more time, y’going on the step for two minutes.”

The threat had her pouting harshly but turning back to her toys to occupy herself, sighing when his mum finally answered the phone, “Hi darling.”

“Hi mum, you alright?” Harry asks, relaxing at the sound of his mother’s melodic voice.

“I’m perfect, you don’t sound okay, dear,” Anne replies with a concerned twinge.

Harry didn’t call much to complain, didn’t like worrying her and most of the time Y/N was able to provide the support he needed or Jeff.

“Y/N’s really overwhelmed,” Harry tells her before choking up a bit, “And I don’t know what to do mum, I feel like m’bein’ a bad husband. Came home to her crying last night and she feels like she’s a bad mum.”

When Sasha hears her father’s voice crack, she looks up at him curiously before recognizing that he’s upset. She crawls into his lap, fitting herself against his chest before playing with a doll there. Comforting him.

Harry wraps his free arm around her, pulling her as close as possible. His precious little baby. A little blessing as sweet as her mother.

“Oh honey, that happens. Mums, good mums especially are so critical when they don’t need to be. Baby’s are overwhelming, plus I know she’s been alone a lot with her. But you’re not a bad husband, dear.”

“It feels like it,” Harry sniffles, burying his face in his daughter’s lavender-scented curls from her bath earlier.

“If you were, you wouldn’t be calling,” Anne chuckles at her son, “Now how can we make this situation better?”

The phone call helped Harry not feel so hopeless in helping his wife. He’d come up with the plan to fly to England with Sasha so that Anne could see her but Y/N could have some alone time for a long weekend.

When Y/N enters the front door after her appointment, she’s met by a very excited little human who rushes to her mother and demands to be picked up. Of course, Y/N obliges, looking a bit more refreshed and awake as she tucks the baby against her hip.

Harry had ordered their favorite salads from a shop in the city and had it ready for her, “Oh, looks delicious. Thank you, H,” She smiles at him, leaning to give his stubbly cheek a kiss.

As they dig in, Y/N feeding bits of chicken and veggies to her daughter as they eat, Harry clears his throat, “I’m taking Sash to Holmes Chapel for the long weekend to see my mum.”

Y/N smiles, “That sounds great!”

Harry gives her a perplexed look, he’d thought she’d put up a fight. She despised being away from Sasha - couldn’t go a day without seeing her daughter.

“Really?” Her husband asks, putting down his fork.

“Mhm, I just have to pack a bag for Sash and I. When are we leaving?” Y/N replies eagerly, ready to go back home and get away from California for a bit.

Harry’s stomach clenches, “Erm, I meant just me and the baba? I thought you could stay here and relax for a weekend. Sleep, hang out, shop.”

Y/N’s face falls and is replaced with a devastated look, “You don’t think I’m being a good mum.”

Harry backpedals, realizing he shouldn’t have approached it in the lax way he did.

“No, no, of course not, baby. I think you’re such a good mum that you need a break. You never get breaks, m’the one who always does. S’not fair to you. I just need you to have some time to take care of yourself,” Harry explains, his heart shattering a bit at the tears brimming again.

“I don’t want a break, don’t leave me here,” Y/N begs, tucking a piece of tomato in her daughter’s expectant mouth before Sasha chews and smiles at her mother.

“Mummy, more please?” Sasha chirps, her mood a little bit brighter than it had been the last few days.

“Thank you for using your manners, here baby,” Her mother responds, popping another into her mouth after she sliced it in half.

“Did you book a commercial flight?” She asks her husband with an angry tone.

“No, private but we have to catch it at LAX,” Harry explains, the private airport they usually fly out of was filled to capacity at the moment.

“Either I’m coming or you’re going alone. You’re not taking Sasha without me,” Y/N replies firmly. She stands up and shuffles Sasha into his lap before leaving the room without another word.

Harry didn’t expect that. He should have thought it through more. If Y/N wanted to come, of course she could, but he’d never meant to offend her or act like he was taking Sasha away from her.

Harry had attempted to reason his way out of going to the studio with Jeff today. However, with the final cuts and adjustments were being made - he was quickly turned down and demanded in the studio.

When he’d trailed into the quiet house that night, relieved to find his baby in her crib instead of the pool, he went to his bedroom where the lights were still on.

The closet doors were open and Y/N was on the ground folding and sorting Sasha’s clothes before placing them in her suitcase. ***

Y/N’s suitcase already laying zipped and ready to go by the entrance of the closet. Her toiletry bag was placed neatly on top of it. Then his heart pings a bit when he sees that she’s already packed up his suitcase as well.

Harry pads over to his wife, plopping down behind her and tugging her back into him - long arms wrapping around her upper chest.

“Missed you, mumma.”

She hums, “I missed you too. Miss you always.”

“Y’the love of my life, y’know that?” Harry asks, kissing the back of her neck.

“I better be or you married the wrong person,” Y/N laughs softly, her tone still off but lighter than before.

“Married the right person, knocked up the right person.”

Y/N barks out a laugh, rolling her eyes, “How romantic.”

“Baby, y’know what I’m getting at. You’re the best mum and wife. I just wanted you to have a few days to yourself. To lower your stress level and let you do some self-care,” Harry murmurs, pushing the baby clothes out of her hands.

“But your mum can watch her for a bit while we’re there, right? I don’t want alone time, I need the exact opposite. I need company,” She tells him, twisting herself until she’s seated in his lap - straddling him.

“Mmm, can definitely have some alone time,” Harry agrees instantly, his mouth finding her throat - beginning to lay a path of wet, hot kisses down the column down to her collarbones.

“H, I have t’pack, we’re leaving tomorrow morning,” Y/N weakly argues but can’t help but bear down against her husband when she feels him harden in his loose pants quickly.

“S’just a quickie? Yeah, pet? Lemme fuck you,” Harry’s hands dragging the shirt she’s wearing up and over her head. Eyes lighting up boyishly when he realizes she didn’t have a bra on.

She can’t argue as he darts down to wrap his lips around her pert bud, sucking between long swipes of his tongue - just how she liked it. “Missed y’body so much,” Harry states against her heated skin.

“Just had me two days ago,” Y/N laughs but it cuts off into a moan when his hand slides into her pajama shorts and finds her clit over her thin underwear.

“Never enough,” Harry replies easily, “Remember the song I wrote f’you?”

Y/N snarkily asks, “Which one? Nearly all your songs are about me.”

And well...Harry can’t even argue how true her statement is. “The one titled ‘Never Enough’, pet? Remember?”

Before she can speak, he lowly croons out the chorus of the song he wrote for One Direction years ago, “Lips so good I forget my name. I swear I would give you everything. It’s never enough, never enough.”

Harry knows his sweet as syrup singing gets her immensely turned on and so he’s not surprised when she whimpers against his lips, “Fuck me, c’mon.”

He’s delighted at his wife’s pleas and quickly moves them, leaning forward with her until she’s on her back on the ground of their walk-in closet. He accidentally kicks over a pile of Sasha’s dresses but neither even notice.

There is no time wasted as Harry removed every single article from Y/N’s body quickly as well as his own. He’s leaning forward to suck a few more kisses to her chest as his fingers slip down to crook right up into her hot center.

“No teasing,” Y/N complains, wrapping hands around his biceps and bringing him on top of her more fully. She’s squeezing around his two fingers with need, it has him groaning when he brings them up and sucks them between his pouty lips.

Then she’s not waiting any longer, reaching down and grabbing a hold of his thick length. Harry lets out rumble from his chest at the contact before she’s guiding him into her without any further ado.

“Baby,” Harry chastises as soon as she starts goading him into thrusts with her feet against him bum, pushing him into her harder than he’d usually start, “Y’squeezin’ me s’tight, you missed me too?”

Y/N nods, whining every time he pushes against her spot and sends a zip of arousal through her body. His trimmed hair around his base brushing against her clit causing delicious friction for her.

“No, y’need to tell me,” Harry huffs, hand gripping her jaw harsher than he would if they were having slow, intimate sex. He knew she loved it by the way her eyes twinkle with stubbornness.

“No,” She replies coyly, heels of her feet pressing hard against him to the point it itches with a slight pain. Harry loved his wife so much it was looney.

“It’s fine, don’t need y’to come for me to get off, dove,” Harry replies simply, speeding up his thrusts with his hand holding her jaw for him to press bruising kisses against. His teeth are coming to pull her bottom lip in between.

Something switches in her demeanor though without warning, her voice softer and pliant, “Tell me you love me.”

It has Harry slowing down his hips until he’s rocking deeper into her, going down on his elbows so their noses are bumping. He releases the grip of her chin and instead moves to her bum to encourage her to meet him halfway.

“I love you, s’much it hurts most days,” Harry replies obediently, knowing what his wife needed at that moment. Reassurance. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, then you made us a perfect little baby.”

She’s looking up at him with loving, grateful eyes, landing a gentle peck to his upper lip and letting her head fall back onto the floor. This is what she needed right now from her husband and he was so good at providing.

“Breaks my heart when y’don’t think your a good mum or wife. ‘Cause you’re everythin’ I ever wanted. Why’d you think I write every song about you, lovie? S’cause you’re my soulmate.”

“H,” She whimpers, emotion thick in her throat as she meets his eyes, “I love you so much. You’re the best husband and dad ever.”

“Baby,” Harry murmurs into her cheek, picking up speed as she starts to clench around him in a warning of her oncoming orgasm. He slips his hand down to press a few light rubs to her clit before she’s arching her back and moaning with pleasure.

“You look s’good, coming ‘round my cock,” Harry tells her, helping her ride through it before hitching her hips up even further and thrusting harshly until his hips stutter and he’s coming as well.

“Harry,” Y/N sighs, her breathing coming back to normal as she roams a hand down his shoulders and back - scratching lightly.

“Hmm, dove? Y’want my cock again? Need a few,” He replies into her neck, ever the teenage boy.

She giggles, “No, we have to catch a flight at eight in the morning and it’s currently four-thirty.”

Harry grunts before pulling out and sitting up, “Y’better have packed my favorite pajama pants or I’m goin’ to be cross with you.”

Y/N now regrets the second round of fun as soon as their alarm goes off. Her body sore from the position he’d twisted her into against the shower wall after they packed the rest of Sasha necessities.

They were nearly at the airport with Sasha nodding back off in the carseat. She was excited to see her Nana and Aunt Gemma once again.

Their daughter was in the cutest, comfiest jumpsuit with comic hearts all over it *** and adorable little sock sneakers*** that slide right on and off her feet.

Harry had chucked on black sunglasses, a black jumper with green lettering, black joggers, and blue checkered van with white socks. He was attempting to fly under the radar as much as possible because he knew paparazzi just sit outside the entrances to spot celebrities. ***

It was annoying but he could deal with it when he was mobbed at the airport when he was by himself. But when it was with his wife and baby - he couldn’t stomach it. It’s part of the reason they fly private from a private port.

When they pull up to the curb, a staff member is waiting for them and helps Harry as well as the driver put his luggage on a cart to be brought to the awaiting jet.

Y/N unbuckles the baby who is awake now but bleary-eyed as she’s sitting on the curve of her mother’s hip.

And well - that’s when the madness begins. A pap spots them within seconds of exiting the car and is pulling up his camera for the first shots, the other photographers sitting around follow suit.

As soon as one of them screams, “Harry Styles - look this way!” The jam packed area looks towards them, seeming fans of his start murmuring before following behind the paparazzi pulling their phones out.

Y/N is used to the crowds by now - but just like Harry, not with Sasha around. They tried to avoid situations like this as much as possible. The lights and loud noises were scary to the little girl.

“Mummy,” Sasha whines, picking her head up from her mother’s shoulder to stare wide-eyed at the gathering in front of them.

Harry started to feel anxiety because this was becoming a massive crowd - scratch that, it wasn’t a crowd it was a fucking mob of people. They were all too close, blinding the family with their flashes despite security attempting to push them back.

Fans were shoving and thrusting their phones in Harry’s face, shoving random things for him to sign in front of him. Paparazzi were screaming questions and taking thousands of pictures in a minute’s time.

Harry grabs onto Y/N’s hand tightly, their diaper bag on Harry’s shoulder, and begins to attempt to guide them through the swarm. It was like trying to move through cement, the crowd not budging despite security’s screams.

Sasha is full blown crying at this point into her mother’s neck. Y/N’s hand cupping the back of her head to keep her head down and out of the photographs - holding her as tightly as possible.

Y/N can hear Harry began to curse - signaling that he’s becoming stressed out because he would usually never be rude to the public despite their actions. But he couldn’t give a fuck when it came to his family.

“Move out of the way.”

“D’you not see I have a fuckin’ baby?”

“Get those fuckin’ cameras out of their faces.”

“Back the fuck away from my wife and baby.”

Then Y/N is being shoved by a teenage girl who trips when she thrusts her arm towards Harry. She tumbles into Y/N with her full weight and Y/N’s loses her footing, falling forward - letting go of Harry’s hand.

When she falls, she manages to catch herself with the arm that’s not holding her daughter. But she feels pain in her knees and Sasha emits a sharp wail that alerts Y/N her daughter is hurt.

“Sash, fuck,” Y/N gasps, her motherly instincts automatically kicking in and she’s cradling her daughter as tightly to her chest as she can, shielding her from the swarm who had quieted only a bit.

It must take Harry a second to realize that something had happened, he turns around - eyes frantic as he absolutely roars, “Back the fuck up! I’ll fuckin’ break each and everyone of your cameras! Fucking leeches.”

With that, he’s helping to pull you up and grasping at the two, “Are you okay? Wha’s hurt?”

Y/N just shakes her head, having a panic attack as she shuffles the crying baby into his arms. “Please, just...Sasha. I think she hurt her arm when I fell.”

“Daddy, ouch,” Sasha shrieks loudly into his sweatshirt as he hikes her up onto his chest, her little legs wrapped around his midsection.

“Ssh, y’okay,” Harry tries to reassure her, matching his wife’s panic.

The crowd seems to give way now, the parents rushing their daughter into the airport.

Employees guide them to the medical office on-site where it’s now silent and calm but the family feels anything but.

Sasha’s sobs have turned into moans and whimpers at this point - but come back with a vengeance when Harry has to set her on the exam table and wrestle her out of her clothes until she’s just sat in her diaper.

The nurse was so amazing and kind. She checked Sasha thoroughly for any signs of trauma or broken bones but luckily, it was just a nasty scrape on her forearm that was hurting her. It wasn’t anything serious.

The parents had such concern for their daughter that Y/N didn’t even realize she had bled through her white joggers at the knees ***. The nurse frowns, “Honey, you’re still bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” She insisted even though her knees were aching.

“I’d like to examine your legs, dear,” The nurse tells her sternly, signaling that Harry can dress Sasha again.

He’s digging into the diaper bag for a spare out that they were always ready with. She was calming even more when Harry dressed her in a comfy pink set of clothes with little deer on them. ***

“Love, please let her,” Harry asks softly, pulling Sasha back onto his chest. Her thumb tucked into her mouth and her father hands her a plushie that Y/N had shoved in the bag last minute.

Y/N obliges with the pressure, wiggling the loose fabric down her legs until she’s just in her underwear and shirt - sits up on the table with her knees off to the side for her to examine.

Harry grimaces when he sees the multiple cuts and scrapes tainting her skin. A few slow trickles of blood still oozing from the gashes. The skin is already slowly covering purple and blue with bruises.

The nurse cleans her up, Y/N wincing when the alcohol brushes the cuts but Sasha is smiling again like nothing ever happened and cooing at her mum. It makes them both feel a lot better.

When they’re finally on the private jet, up high into the clouds away from the crowds and paparazzi - it feels like relief. ***

They had tucked their daughter onto the couch with her favorite fuzzy blanket and she’s asleep nearly as soon as her head hits the pillow.

They trail back into the other part of the cabin so that they don’t disturb her, cuddling up on the couch together.

“M’so sorry, I’m such a bad fa-”

Y/N cuts him off before he begins, “If I’m not allowed to be a bad mum - you’re not allowed to be a bad father. It wasn’t y’fault that happened - it’s those careless, crazed people who have nothing better to do.”

Y/N was always the voice of reason in Harry’s head when he started to spiral.

Spiral because his fame was so overwhelming and got his family into difficult situations sometimes. She brought him back to reality.

“Hey, we’re both okay. Just a few scrapes. It was just a lesson, Harry. We just need to be safer and plan better, alright?” Y/N assures him softly, kissing under his chin before resting back - ready to sleep.

“Y’the best. Best mum, best wife,” Harry tells her, encompassing her in his loving hold.

let me know your thoughts bub

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bad-and-drawn-that-way · 3 years

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What about how Blitzø shows vulnerability to an s/o he genuinely loves?

Blitzø being vulnerable

honestly i really love the idea of him finding an SO that's different from his exes. someone that enjoys his silly side, but also can see there's more underneath and cares. which is something he is extremely unused to

The gang had just gotten back from the harvest moon festival and you were excited to see them. There wasn't great internet out in the wrath ring so you waited all weekend to hear how it went. Millie had been so excited and Blitzø's own excitement went through the roof the second she told the group about the horses there.

So when you got the text from Loona saying you should check up on him, you were confused and concerned. After picking up your favorite drinks from hellbucks, you head over to his apartment to find the front door unlocked as usual. No matter now many times you've lectured him about how unsafe it is, it's always unlocked.

You find him sitting on the couch in one of his old hoodies, mindlessly flipping through the channels on tv. He looked tired and a bit beaten up. Not in the I just came back from a wild rodeo type of way. In the I got in a really bad fight way.

"Heey y/n," he smiled as you gave a quick kiss to one of his horns and handed him his drink before making your way around the couch to sit next to him.

"Hey yourself," you say with a worried smile.

You reach out and carefully ghost your finger over a colorful bruise on his cheek. He winces in anticipation, but relaxes when he realizes you weren't going to make it worse. "Want to tell me what all this is about?"

"Oh, you know how it is," he chuckled as he rolled his eyes and avoided your inquiring gaze. "Moxxie tried and failed to ride a pig, there was a big contest that I won– well tied for first– and just some asshat that caused a bit of trouble. Nothing special, considering how most days go."

"Hmmm, true," you nodded. "But most days don't have your daughter texting me, you covered in bandages and wearing your 'shit sucks' sweatshirt."

Blitzø slurped his drink loudly as he tried to come up with some witty comeback. One look at your expression and he sighed, putting up a hand in defeat. "Alright, you got me there."

He set his cup down and you did the same, turning to face him better as he rubbed one of his own fingers in nervous habit. "There was this guy and he just- uh... really got under my skin I guess. I thought we had a connection or something. In hindsight, I think I just liked feeling seen. I offered him a job at IMP and everything. Stolas has been grating on my nerves more than ever lately and just.. I don't know."

You listened attentively, nodding as he told you the events of the weekend. The assassination attempt, how badly Millie got hurt, Striker's offer. He managed to get through most of it until he started talking about Moxxie.

"I know I give the guy a lot of shit, but mother of fuck, I'm pretty sure my heart stopped the second that shot went off."

Noticing that Blitzø was starting to wring his hands together, you carefully took them in your own and rubbed over the back of them with your thumb in a pattern.

"He knows that you care Blitz. They all do."

"And they almost died. My ungrateful dumb ass was actually considering the deal he offered me," Blitzø spat.

"This fucker went behind my back, tried to kill Stolas and fucked up M and M to the ninth circle and back. And I was fucking considering the idea of working with him and for what?!"

You didn't flinch when he pulled his hands away or his voice got louder. You knew by now that he really only ever got angry like this when it was for the sake of others. Despite his line of business and how it started, he had a heart of gold he liked to pretend didn't exist. One that had been trampled on. A lot.

"You wanted to be seen," you said after a moment.

He stopped and sighed. "I know you and everyone see me and all that. I'm not trying to–"

You shoot him a reassuring smile. "I know. I get it. I'm the same way sometimes. I think everyone is. You have the people you love and care about and you know they feel the same but there's this... ache for some sort of approval from another source."

Blitzø leaned towards you and you gladly let him fall into you, wrapping your arms around each other as you moved to lay on the couch.

"I hate that you have that magic power shit. Give it back to the therapists so they can actually do their jobs."

You snorted and scratched the back of his head, "Never. I have an imp that I need to remind has fucking valid feelings cause he keeps telling himself otherwise."

"Blame the trauma," Blitzø snorted.

"Mood, same," you quipped back with a grin.

The both of you laughed before falling into a comfortable silence. There was more to discuss and the both of you knew that change was likely on the horizon. But for now, you were content to just stay on that shitty couch and talk until you fell asleep around four in the morning.

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #blitz x reader #blitzø #blitzø x reader #blitz #blitzo #blitzo x reader

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blueberrypossum · 3 years

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A Date Down Under (GN Reader x Leo)

OH MY GOSH IT’S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I’VE POSTED!!

If you guys are wondering where I’ve been I write more on A03 with two original fanfics in the making! But, my tumblr account deserves some love too! This fanfic has been siting in my file for a long while and I originally wanted to post it when I was deep in the ROTTMNT fandom (still love it and miss it man). So, I decided to take out my oc in it and make it a reader fanfic so everyone can enjoy! @bootyyy-shaker9000 I know how much you love Leo so have some of the wonderful boy in blue!!

When Leo asked you if you wanted to celebrate your Friend Anniversary in the Lost City, you couldn’t refuse.

The feelings for the turtle though were getting tougher and tougher to maintain. Leo was always the flirt, and you tried to not let him play with your heartstrings, but now a blush would creep around your face whenever he would fire a one-liner or when he would push the physical contact to the extreme.

You weren't used to so much affection, nor letting the addiction of being touched take over you like a drug.

But you have seen the way Leo fake flirts with others, and just believed that he was just doing the same thing to you, because you were just friends, right?

You were brushing your comb through your hair when your phone started to vibrate on your desk. You brought it up to your ear as you got comfortable in your seat.

“Hello?”

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?”

There were a few knocks on your bedroom window.

“Me.”

You giggled and walked over to the window and pulled back the blinds to see the one and only Leonardo Hamato, a sly grin on his face as he hung up on the phone. You placed your phone into your pocket and unlocked the window to reveal yourself to him.

The blue bandana turtle looked a little taken aback as he took in the sight of his best friend. With the season turning colder, you wore something that suited the chilly wind yet sunny season, the cloth clinging to you gently. What caught him off guard the most was the dazzling smile you presented to him, the pure excitement of seeing him causing his bandana to feel tight around his head.

Leo almost lost his balance as he hopped into your room, sweat growing on him as he tried to find anything else to look at other than you.

“Hey, how's your fever?” He asked, his voice drowned with no confidence, his heart still pounding as he finally glanced over.

You were picking up your bag and you frowned at the question.

“Hum? What fever?”

“Oh, yeah, you just look hot to me,” he replied, pressing a confident smile on his lips as he hoped that you didn’t catch him almost slipping up.

Your cheeks went pink and you playfully slapped his arm.

“Oh hush up and let’s go, we’re burning daylight.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s burning.”

“Oh my gosh, get going, Red Kamon.”

The tall turtle chuckled and pulled out his sword, swiping it around the room until a portal was created. Leo moved to the side and bowed his head towards you.

“After you,” he purred and you rolled your eyes at him and took a step into the portal and was led right at the center of the Hidden City. The colorful and mysterious city was weird to say the least, nothing but weird creations and magic lingered in the air as yokai walked past you. Leo stepped through the portal and was at your side as you both walked over to the city map.

Leo used your shoulder as a rest while you gazed over at the map.

“Where do you want to go, shorty?” He asked as your eyes scanned the different areas and pointed towards the Witch Town.

Your mind seemed clouded from the close contact and you pointed to the spa.

“What about here? Sounds interesting.”

“Can’t do. My idiot and less attractive twin got us turtles banned there,” Leo commented and soon his arm snaked around your neck and was completely over your shoulders, bringing you close enough that you could feel his breath over your cheek.

“What about here?”

“Nope. They banned me there.”

“How did you get banned from a spa?”

“My dashing good looks were just too much for them.”

You let out a gust of air and knew the real reason, Donnie told you the whole funny scenario of Leo needing hair to get into the spa, totally backfired and threw him in jail.

“What places are you not banned from, blue?” You asked, turning over to him with your arms crossed.

He gave you his signature smile and leaned down till you were face to face, his beak just a few inches from your nose.

“Here, just those two places. Your heart? Never.”

“Then what about the Pirate Bazaar?” You mumbled, your heart almost leaping out of your chest as Leo’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Ohhh, I’ve been there! But only for a little bit, let’s go!” He squealed and took your hand and led you through the crowd of animals and other subjects of yokai. His three-fingered hand was cold against your warm one, and you knew Leo and his brothers like closeness to you and April since you were the only warm-blooded creatures; Splinter was too but hugs were hard to get from him. Still, the hand holding made others look over and gush at you two, as if you were a couple.

If only.

He didn’t let go as he took you into lesser crowds, bringing you closer till your arms were touching. You then realized he wasn’t wearing an outfit, but then remembered most of the yokai’s were clothesless as well. His muscles bounced as he walked and you had to do everything to not wrap your fingers around the growing muscle.

STOP STOP STOP THINKING LIKE THIS! HE DOESN’T LIKE YOU LIKE THAT!

His thumb started to brush against yours as he turned to you and you swore you saw a red dash against his cheeks, and it wasn’t his stripes.

“You’ve been friends with me for a whole year! Please, do tell how great it must’ve been to be called my best friend,” he said slyly, wiggling his non-existent eyebrows, causing you to laugh. The joyous melody made Leo weak in the knees.

“You mean, me always having to save your shell from dangerous bad guys, having to endure all your jokes, and then the constant-CONSTANT- marathons of Jipiter Jim and Lou Jitsu to the point all I could do was speak quotes from the movies.”

“Oh yeah, may I remind you that you would text me excited about every movie date? Didn’t someone make their signature hot chocolate just for me when I showed this specific someone their now favorite movie? Ring any bells?” He replied back.

“Pffts, you know what? Your one-liners stink.”

The sword yielding turtle let out a gasp and grasped where his heart would be over his plaston as if he had been shot as he looked down at you.

“My one-liners stink like Raph’s victory stink!”

You laughed and took back his hand and Leo felt his heart flew as your warm hand was gripping onto his cold one. You took the lead and finally made it to the entrance of the pirate grounds. There were booths of stuff that were related to the pirate theme of the area and some were just random selections of things to sell. The smell of seafood and other fried foods drifted into your nose and you led Leo to the entrance.

After getting Lost City Cash at a money machine, you both took a selfie at the front entrance, Leo bringing you close and him having to lean down due to your height.

There was a goblin looking woman in the booth at the entrance and the woman took your money and gave each of you a bracelet to get on rides and such.

“For an extra 20 dollars, you can have a custom pirate outfit that you can switch on and off with ease,” she explained and you and Leo shared the same look, giving the worker a simple nod. She pointed to where single bathrooms were after she got the money.

“Last one there is a rotten turtle egg!”You challenged out as you raced over to the bathroom stalls, the mutant turtle schoffing and charging after you.

With a little bit of magic, you were able to think up your very own pirate outfit with a second band around your wrist so that you could switch it off and on with ease. Leo picked the same outfit he had when he first came to the pirate utopia with Hueso, but didn’t pick an eyepatch this time since he didn’t want to trip in front of you.

You quickly raced out of the changing room after saying thank you to the worker who helped you and looked around, your eyes trying to find the mutant turtle in the crowd. You spotted the long strands of his bandana and felt yourself shudder at how good he looked in a pirate outfit, how the white shirt clung to him and how he had his sword hung against his side instead of over his back. You swallowed the saliva that was swimming in your mouth and quickly dashed over to him, clearing your throat before you spoke in the worst pirate accent.

“My, my, isn’t ye the best booty I’ve ever seen in these vast oceans!”

The red slider turtle quickly turned around but you moved out in front of him.

“Aye, wanna shiver me timbers?” You laughed, throwing another one-liner at him and he turned, his eyes going wide as he almost told you that if you were a pirate, you would be the most beautiful treasure that no man or woman could handle or capture. If you were a pirate he could definitely walk the plank.

“Those jokes are so lame, that they need a peg leg,” he replied, almost hating himself fully for using one of Huesos jokes instead of his own. But you flashed him a smile anyway and motioned him to follow as you made your way through the crowd.

The teenage turtle felt his heart leap after you and gave chase as you made it to the center of the pirate theme park.

Once in the middle, you pulled out the map the woman at the booth gave you and started to read over the activities that you could do.

Leo leaned down close, still a little out of breath, but his confidence had awoken him as he said: “Ya certainly put a shiver in my timber!” he said in a deep pirate accent. You booped his beak away from your face and he blew a raspberry on the index finger.

“So, there is a treasure adventure we can go on, a booth section of stuff to buy, a pirate show of a reenactment of pirate history-Oh! They have timed dances throughout the area! And you can join in!”

“Are you going to join in?”

“Maybe. I could finally dance with someone who doesn’t only do fortnite dances and dabs.”

“Hey, my moves are almost like a work of a pirate ship.”

“Old and needs remodeling?”

“What?! No! Unique and cool.”

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arm around Leo’s and led him to the show since it was the closest.

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You stood on the pier as ships and flying creatures dashed by, the glowing lights of the underworld turning into a creamy orange to signify that the day was coming to an end. You leaned your arms over the railing as you scrolled through the photos that had been taken throughout the day. You couldn’t help but smile at seeing your goofy pictures and would scroll past the ones you took specifically of Leo without him knowing.

Speaking of the turtle, he leaned in close to your shoulder as he noticed that your attention was not on him.

“Whatcha lookin at?” He asked, his head slowly getting closer. You felt your body grow warm and quickly turned your phone.

“Bruh,” you giggled and he gave a quiet chuckle and tried to snatch the phone.

“If you’re looking at something, then as your best friend I have a right to see.”

“Fine, hang on.”

You quickly saved the single photos of him into a secret file and moved the phone between them, his head still on your shoulder as he scrolled through the photos, both of you laughing at the one where you fought the pirates and failed.

“What about you? I know you took photos of today for your social,” you commented as you placed your phone into your bag.

Leo took out his phone and hid it out of sight since his home screen was a picture of them together at an abandoned skatepark and he had you in a piggyback ride and he just had to capture the moment. He handed his phone without thinking and started to go through your bag due to boredom.

You scrolled through the photos until you stopped at a specific one. You didn’t remember him telling you to pose for this photo; it was when you had stopped to eat dinner and you happened to watch one of the kids getting a fake pirate hook from a vendor. Your head was supported by your hand as a breeze caused your hair to ripple around your face in an alluring photo. A blush rushes to your face as if you had been hit and soon you started to scroll faster and found more photos of just you; of you waiting in line, in your pirate outfit, several were taken of you during the pirate treasure hunting, when you grabbed a candle from one of the booths in excitement, he even got a cliche photo of you holding his hand while you led him through the crowd.

You felt your heart stop in your ribcage and looked over at the ninja turtle, who was still looking through your bag as if he was hunting for treasure. You didn’t want to snoop, but you couldn’t help but exit out of his camera roll and looked through his folders on the right side; there was a folder for comic books, shopping, epic moments, even a puns list, then found it at the bottom. It was labeled with a first letter of your name and a heart, and with twitching fingers, you opened it. It wasn’t many photos but enough to where you almost dropped his phone into the water below. There were pictures of you whenever you both hung out, and some he probably got from your social.

Holy Hot Soup, he liked you.

“Okay, now you really look like you have a fever,” Leo commented as he reached for his phone, causing you to swallow and quickly turned off the device and handed it back to him.

“But don’t worry, Doctor Neon Leon will help you get all better,” he said in a baby voice and wrapped his arm around you and brought you close.

“Maybe you need some Vitamin ME,” he whispered and you laughed at yet another ridiculous one-liner made by him. He grinned at the sight of you laughing and rested himself against your side, taking in your scent and warmth.

“Maybe I do, where do I get my prescription Aka Kamon?” You asked slyly, a shit eating grin on your face as Leo blushed. Whenever you could, you would fire back a one-liner and was overjoyed to see him be the one to get flustered and a stuttering mess.

“ Oh, um, well,” he stuttered and mentally kicked himself as he couldn’t think of something to say back and then a question he always wanted an answer to.

“Are you ever going to tell me what those words mean?” He asked.

“Are you ever going to open a book and find out for yourself.”

“Ha! Jokes on you, I don’t know how to read. And also, there are phones now, boomers.”

“Then look it up.”

“JuSt GiVe Me A hInT.”

You released a sigh and gave him a look while he returned to you his huge puppy dog eyes look and placed his hands together as his bottom lip wobbled as if he was trying to get out of trouble.

“Finnnne, but only because it’s our best friend’s day.”

You poked the red stripe against his face and then pointed upward, a smirk growing on your face as he gave a confused one.

“WHAT KIND OF HINT IS THAT??”

“A pretty good one in my opinion.”

The red slider turtle let out a large groan as he crossed his arms, his face growing tight as he tried to think of what the hint meant.

“Are you just calling me stripes but in Japanese?” He said with a groan.

“Leo you insult me, it would be kind of stupid to call you stripes in both English and Japanese.”

He mimicked your talking right as you finished and he received an eye roll as he continued on thinking.

So, it wasn’t the stripes, maybe the color? Or the shape?

“Man, this is hurting my brain, this best friend day sucks.” He said as he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Okay, okay. The two words are a color and a shape. Is that better?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

You continued to watch as Leo tried to put the pieces together and you wished you could get this on video, but it would be too obvious, so instead you painted it into your mind.

“So, the color is totally red, but the shape I’m lost at. Why did you point at the sky? Is that a clue? Why did you make this so difficult?”

“Because I’m a difficult person.”

“I do like a challenge.”

“One more hint, it’s the shape of something in the sky.”

Leo looked up at the fake Lost City sky and squinted as the fake sun started to set and the moon would start to rise.

“Red Moon?”

“Close. It’s Red Crest.”

The blue bandana turtle searched the horizon for an answer for why you called him that as you looked away due to embarrassment.

“Why?” He simply asked as he looked over; he could always tell when you were nervous, your eyes would always dart around and your left foot would start to shake. You rose to a tallen stance though and looked over at his hands.

“I just find your marks...alluring. In Japanese culture, the red moon is respected due to its power. I just thought you deserved to have a nickname that represented you.”

Leo felt his face go completely red that it could put Raph’s mask to so much shame that it would go bland. All this time he thought you were just calling him something insulting in Japanese, but it was a nickname that you made up for him. Not like Raph’s, Donnie’s, Mikey’s or April’s, it was one you made up for him and only him.

“Stop looking at me before I throw you off this dock so I can live the rest of my life without this embarrassment,” you laughed nervously as your fingers combed through your hair and let out a shaky breath.

Leo started to get his little shakes as he let out a confused laugh.

“All this time I thought you were calling me a stupid turtle or somethin in Japanese, whoa oh boy was I wrong.”

You both looked away from each other and the atmosphere became heavy.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, I still don’t know, you thought, but then you felt his finger poke your elbow and looked over at him, and the soft expression on his face almost made you melt.

“But how can I stop looking at you?”

Your breathing immediately hitched.

“Are you blushing? It’s a good feeling to know that I do it.”

You could only cover your face as you leaned against the railing on your elbows and looked between your fingers at him. You hated being so flustered up, but with Leo dripping with confidence, it made you want to curl into a muttering mess.

Leo watched you with amusement and went to touch you, but then fell back. He remembered how he started the physical touch between you two, holding your hand, always leaning on you, every movie night you would be his cushion. But you two couldn’t kiss, couldn’t cudde too close, he couldn’t tell you he loved you more than just a best friend.

He hated how the day went by so fast and now he wanted to do what he has wanted to do for months. But he couldn’t work up the courage, he had a ton of one-liners to ask you out, to ask if you returned the feelings, even though he was mutant turtle that lived in the sewer and fought enemies that could destroy the whole world and wholly Ōdachi he can’t ask you to be a part of that life.

But, the way you would smile at him and how you always gave him credit for the growth into someone you wanted to be. How you saw something in him that he didn’t even see, and he wanted to keep being whatever you saw.

He just wanted you.

So, he worked up the courage, tried to make the sweat stop rolling down his body, and looked at person he had fallen for

“Y/N.”

You tensed up, you had never heard Leo sound so serious in his life.

“Yeah?”

“With this being.....I mean if I’m wrong. Would you consider this a date-date?” He spilled out, and he wanted to climb into his shell like Mikey and never come out. He let out a gust of air and didn’t look over at you, his fingers messing within each other. It was silent between you, the city life buzzing around them as yokai’s came and went. You wanted to scream out in joy and say yes a hundred times, but you also had to be careful, along with if Leo was being a bubbly mess, you wanted to take advantage of it as long as you could.

Spotting a red and blue flower with a bright yellow center growing on the side of the deck, you wrapped your fingers around it and pulled it from its roots. To Leo’s surprise, you pushed your way under his arm until it was back over your shoulders. The blush on his face was noticeable and with being against his chest you noticed his uneven breaths.

“I do. And I would like more of them, if you want to.” You answered and handed him the flower. He shakenly took the flower in his hand and his confidence came crashing back to him, knowing that the feeling was mutual. As quickly as you gave him the flower he leaned over and placed the flower over your ear. Your eyes widened with surprise and quickly averted them away, a nervous but sweet chuckle escaping your lips. But the Red-eared slider never averted his gaze away from you.

“I would like that too,” he answered back.

You both stood there for a while, your head curled into Leo’s chest as his own head rested on yours. You were used to being close, but this was different, this filled you up with knowing and it made the physical connection much more warmer and scarier. Little lights started to flicker around as the city started to get dark, even with no sun or moon. Leo brought you closer and buried his face into your hair, a long sigh escaping his lips in content, his mind slowing down for once and just taking in this moment.

But the moment went quicker than expected as a low yawn escaped your mouth and the red slider turtle remembered that it was getting late.

“Alright, sleepy head, I think it’s time to raise anchor and set sail for home,” he joked as he lifted himself off of you and then held out his hand. With a roll of your eyes, you gladly took it and let him lead you back to the entrance of the Pirate Bazaar. He could just use his sword, but he wanted to juice out every moment with you.

The hand hold was different in some way, you gripped his hand tighter and when he came to a stop you would use your other hand to lightly touch his biccup before continuing on.

You gave the booth teller their costume bracelets back and walked a few feet ahead before Leo pulled out his sword and created a portal.

He once again bowed his head as he moved to the side.

“After you.”

Through tired eyes she gave him a smirk as she was halfway through the portal.

“Thank you.”

He followed you through the portal and took the step onto your apartment’s fire escape, the flashing lights of New York City spilling over your side as you opened your bedroom window; throwing your bag inside before turning to Leo. You both turned to each other and then quickly averted eye-contact with each other.

“I had a lot of fun today, Leo. Thanks for being a good fri-” you stopped yourself since you didn’t know if you two were still just friends, or more.

He let out a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, chief, it was,” Leo said and then let out a groan at the terrible execution.

You knew that you had to make the first move now or else you both would accidentally place yourselves into the “friend zone”.

“Leo, can you bend down a little bit?”

“Why? Tired of being the only short one?”

“You can say that.”

He bent down till he was on your level, a smug smile on his lips. You let out your form of a chuckle as you curved your fingers under his chin. The teenage turtle instantly felt weak in the knees and thought that his legs would give out from under him and became a stuttering mess as you both made eye-contact.

“Um, haha, is it hot or did you know that, uhh,” he mumbled as you tilted his head to the side and placed a small kiss against his red stripe, instantly making his whole body, for once in his life, burning.

Your lips were soft against his skin and he stood there as you leaned away and climbed back into your room.

“Goodnight, Leo,”you mumbled, your hands shaking against the window.

“N-night.”

You closed the window and walked away while Leo stood there, his mind racing a hundred miles an hour. He got a kiss from you, from you. He never felt so much adrenaline rush through his body and all he wanted to do was go back in time so he could’ve moved his lips over.

He took a step towards the window and then took that step back. What should he do? What could he do? Were you both dating now? Or were you two at the very edge of the line of a relationship?

He wanted to call his brothers or April for advice, especially since she would slap some sense into him. His shakes were coming back.

He let out a grunt and rubbed his eyes as he tried to decide what to do. He looked back at the window and saw that you had turned on your lights. He walked up to the window and knocked.

You had just gotten out of the bathroom when you heard the light tap against your window and your heart started to race faster than it already was. You were already shaken up by having enough courage to kiss him but if that was him then what if he didn’t want the kiss?

The knock came again and you took a few deep breaths before you moved the curtain aside and there he was, his face all flustered up as he gave a small wave as she opened the window.

“Yes?” You questioned as you leaned your hands over the window seal. You hoped that the silky night of the sky hid your flustered face.

“I honestly didn’t think this far ahead,” he spilled out as he let out a nervous laugh as he leaned against the window.

You looked up at him and Leo blinked several times in wonderment at the startled expression that crossed your face. Leo took a deep breath and gave you his signature shit-eating grin.

“Knock knock.”

“Wow, you’re doing jokes in the same place now are ya?”

“Just do the joke.”

You giggled and fluttered your eyes mockingly at him.

“Can I who?”

“Who’s there?

“Can I?”

“Can I...Can I kiss you?”

Even though it was a terrible joke, you felt like you could throw up all of your guts for how fast your heart rate was. Kissing him on the cheek was a challenge but at least you didn’t have to worry about his lips against yours. Do turtles have lips? Or beaks?

The word yes slipped out before you had a second thought.

Before you knew it, Leo’s hands were slipping into your own, the tip of your fingers shaking but Leo reinsured you with a stroke of his thumb You looked up at him and was taken aback at how handsome he was, how his stripes glowed in the moonlight and his blue bandana flew behind him as he leaned down.

Oh you were glad he didn’t have his lips puckered or drool hanging out of his mouth like in the cartoons.

Swallowing any other signs of panic that were trying to build in your body as you leaned in.

The city of New York continued on around you both as the kiss ended; it was soft and sweet, not a full one, but it left both of you speechless. You felt as if your stomach was falling apart and Leo thought he could slip off the stairway. He was still holding your hands before you both departed, but with your free hands, you grabbed his face and brought him in once again. The red slider turtle’s eyes went wide as moons as this kiss much more, more than he could ever dream of.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and slightly lifted you up, burying his face into yours under the moonlight. He tangled himself around you as your hands wrapped around his neck and Leo felt his stomach flip at the actions. Your shirt was warm against his chest and he tried to focus in on that instead of the worry of messing this up. He leaned more down as his hand slipped into the back of your neck. Due to the lack of experience, the kiss was sloppy and messy and anxiety swam between the connection between the two of you.

But it was a tender memory of a kiss between the two of you, to remember as your first.

You both finally separated, your chest heaving as you tried to get your feelings under control. His arms were still wrapped around you and your hands had slipped down onto his plaston, the hard material rising and falling under your fingers. Leo felt himself lean back, the shock setting in that he just had his first kiss and it was that deep and romantic and that….

The teen turtle felt his shell bump against the railing and you quickly latched onto him to stop him from falling, a horse laugh coming out of your mouth.

“Guess you can say that you’re falling for me?” You asked, Leo knew now that he had to have a fever for how hot his face felt. He let out a few breathless laughs as he tried to calm himself down, longing and fear still lingering in his heart.

All he could do was pull you into a hug and whisper out, “I just want to stay here and kiss and hold you and Y/N I can't feel my heart.”

He buried himself into your neck as he once again slightly picked you up, hoping that your warm body would calm him down, but the organ in his chest raced on as you hugged him back, your arms barely going around his shell.

“Leo, will you be my boyfriend?”

My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend. My boyfriend.

The words rang in his head like chimes as he slightly pulled away to look at her, the harsh blush on her face giving him an ego boost as he grinned at her.

“Being called a boyfriend, eh? Neon Leon already has so many cool names, but boyfriend is probably the best name to be called, especially if it’s only you saying it.”

“Probably? I guess I should just give the boyfriend title to someone else, then.”

“What?! No, no, no. I already called it, I’m your boyfriend capiche? Now come here.” He pulled you into a tight hug and gave you a little spin, a laugh escaping your throat as you held on.

“Leo! We can fall, and my back cannot handle cement like yours!”

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Tending You | The Bad Batch

Pairing: TBB x Reader

Words: 1.5k

Warning: Mention of rude customers and stressful day. Other than that, pure fluff.

A/N: In a previous post, I mentioned about making a fan fic to make myself feel better after a very stressful Sunday at my job. And what better way to help me through the day than to imagine the boys tending to me after work. I was conflicted to make this solely an self insert of myself, using my nickname. But I decided against it because no doubt there are readers who experienced the same difficulties of work.

So I hope you enjoy.

It was a long, tough day at the museum.

The worst came out of people on this special free admission day, making every employee feel overwhelmed and underappreciated. By the time the day had ended, you were exhausted on all levels; physically, mentally and emotionally.

You couldn’t help but feel upset at the behavior of the guests. Enraged even. No matter how polite you were when enforcing the rules, the guests ignored you, gave you disrespectful looks, and/or made rude comments. Just because the guest didn’t pay a single penny to come visit the museum, that doesn’t mean that they could forgo the rules.

It was so bad that you were tempted to yell out “fuck it” and leave during the middle of your shift. You wanted to go home and bury yourself into your bed.

But you didn’t do it.

You needed this job, and you didn’t want the boys to worry about you looking for a new job. They had enough to handle their own jobs. No, you had to suck it up and get through the day, just like any other adult.

You drag your feet towards the garage, grabbing your keys as you near your car until you spot two familiar figures.

“Wrecker! Crosshair!” You beamed as Wrecker raced up to you. Instinctively, you reached out your arms and accepted the larger clone’s embraced. You sigh in relief, being lifted off your feet which were killing you all day. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Picking you up!” Wrecker grinned, carrying you to your car. “But how did you guys get here?” You asked.

“Forget the minor details, cyar’ika. We’re here for you, that’s all that matters.” Crosshair pulled at the driver’s side door handle. Without another word, you unlocked the car and all three of you settled down on the worn out sets.

The ride back home was filled with Wrecker’s excited chatter, talking about what he and the boys did all day.

You knew that Wrecker and Crosshair were off today, so they ran errands, getting whatever the house needed. Crosshair silently drove while Wrecker recounted what the pair did today. They dropped Omega off to stay with Cut Lawquane and his family for the weekend. They even stayed a bit to catch up with Cut while Omega played with her cousins Shaeeah and Jek.

Strangely enough, neither one asked you how your day was. Which you were grateful for. You didn’t want to recount today’s awful event. You just wanted to go home and forget everything that happened today.

Once home, you yelp in surprise when Wrecker picks you up again. “You don’t have to, big guy!” You laughed.

“But I want to!” He grinned and you knew that there was no arguing with him. You relaxed in his arms as Crosshair opened the front door, letting the two of you in before locking the door.

You were greeted with the house filled with the scent of your favorite food. You noticed how clean and tidied up everything was. You knew that it was difficult to keep the house constantly clean, living with five grown men and one child. It was hard keeping everything organized but luckily, it never got too bad. You have Echo to thank for that whenever you are never home.

You had expected Wrecker to put you down by now, but he kept holding onto you. Crosshair then surprised you, untying and removing your shoes, putting them by the door. The silver haired man wasn’t really known for being tender, and whenever he was, it was always in private. Once the shoes were removed, Wrecker continued to carry you, passing the parlor. You then spotted the dining table, eyes widened at the sight of it.

The table was set up beautifully, with shiny silverware and plates. A bottle of liquor chilled in a bucket of ice. On a nearby chair was a new set of soft pajamas.

“Guys, what’s going on?” You asked but received no reply. Wordlessly, Wrecker carried you towards the bathroom. On the way there, you passed the kitchen and you spotted Hunter, Tech and Echo. One of them was holding a plate of entrée and the other was taking something out of the stove.

You didn’t get a chance to say anything to them as Wrecker went straight into the bathroom. The tub was filled with steaming water, bubbles already formed from a bath bomb. You can smell incense, spotting the dispenser at the corner of the bathroom.

Wrecker placed you down on the ground, and with the help from Hunter who left the kitchen and entered the bathroom, the two undressed you from your uniform. While Wrecker took your dirty clothes outside, Hunter helped you into the tub. The warm water was a welcoming sensation as it helped relax your aching muscles, and you softly moaned when Hunter began to massage your tense shoulders.

You closed your eyes, leaning into his hands. You were so relaxed that you didn’t notice that someone else entered the bathroom. It was only when you felt someone grasp your ankle, raising your foot out of the water. You peek, noticing that it was Crosshair again, now massaging your foot.

You surrender under their careful hands, the aches and soreness slowly ebbing away. Hunter washed your hair, massaging your scalp as well while Crosshair gently scrubbed your legs. It didn’t go unnoticed that you felt light kisses throughout your body from both men that it made you smile.

Once the bubbles were gone and your aches disappeared, you carefully stepped out of the tub and wrapped up in a warm towel. Dried up by your two men, Tech walked in with the new pajamas.

Again, the boys took charge, not letting you lift a finger. They helped you put on your new clothes, while Tech dried your hair. After that, you were guided back to the living room and sat down at the table. Your favorite food was ready and the rest of the boys joined you. By now, you manage to recover from everything that the boys have done so far.

“Guys, this is amazing...but, don’t you think this is too much?” You breathe, looking at all the food. They drove you home, helped bathe and dress you. Now they’re giving you quite a feast. When did they plan to do this? Was this part of Wrecker and Crosshair’s errand runs? What about Hunter, Tech and Echo? You knew that they had work today, no doubt tired like you, and yet they still helped set this up.

“Nothing’s too much for you, cyare.” Echo expresses tenderness.

“We know that you had a shitty ass day. So we decided to treat you tonight.” Crosshair added.

“After knowing today was a free admission day, and witnessing the large crowds on the news, you have a high probability of returning home with a large amount of stress, anxiety and rage.” Tech deduced, Hunter then clearing his throat. “You work so hard every week, with little time for yourself. You deserve a break, and we’re here for you. Always.” He reached over, grasping your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

You looked at them individually, seeing their loving and supportive smiles. Your heart fluttered in your chest, the lower lip trembling on your face as your eyes welled up with tears. You couldn’t help but cry. The weight of today’s events and the love from your boys just overwhelmed you. As you cried, you felt someone else take your other hand, and gentle circles on your back, along with soft kisses on your temple and cheeks.

“Sorry...” you sniffed, Echo passing a napkin to you.

“It’s okay, love.” Hunter said as you dried your eyes.

“Food will make you feel better. It always does with me!” Wrecker smiled widely. You softly laughed, lightly nodding your head in agreement. “Let’s eat then!”

When dinner was done, you insisted on helping the boys in storing the leftover food, and washing the dishes. It was the least you could do after everything they did for you.

Once everything was put away and cleaned, all of you retired to the master bedroom, a king size bed awaiting you all. On the rare occurrences that you wanted to share your bed with two or more members of the group, this bed came in handy. But having all of them in bed at once was new and surely complicated.

You crawled into bed, giving each the boys a loving kiss before laying between Wrecker and Hunter. As you got yourself settled, you felt Crosshair laying his head on your chest, pulling the sheets to cover you and the others.

Noticing that Tech and Echo were sitting on the edges of the bed, you did your best to reach your hands to them. You smiled as they reached back, interlocking your fingers with them. It was awkward, but you wanted to be physically in contact with all of them. At least for the moment, if they decide to return to their respective bedrooms.

With the combined warmth from all of the boys and yourself, you would surely fall asleep in a matter of seconds. Being here with them, feeling loved and protected, you truly are the luckiest person in the world.

You let out a yawn before quietly mumbling, “I love you, my boys.” You heard a chorus of “we love you too” or grunts and hums of affirmation before you succumb to sleep, a smile on your face.

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