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multifandomimagin3s · 1 year

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They have a crush on you (HC's) - Team 141 + König

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

*Honestly I could write an essay on this complicated man, he's such an interesting character - but I've summed up some HC's below*

This guy is so hard to read, but at the same time he's not.

At first glance, he's a hardened man who keeps his cards close to his chest and never lets his guard down around anyone. And that's true.

Given everything he's been through in life, that amount of trauma is bound to have a long-term effect on every aspect of his life - not to mention the fact that he's probably learned to repress all of that shit for most of his life.

So I reckon that even if he did have romantic feelings towards you, it would take him a long, long time for him to even process what he's feeling - he's not stupid by any manner of means, more so he doesn't know what to do with this newfound information.

He would probably try and be mean to you - not that he was ever truly sweet on you in the first place, he couldn't let people know he had a soft spot; a weakness.

If you were part of 141, he would probably try to completely ignore you - unless he physically had to speak to you, like if you were on a mission together ((ngl I think Price probably would put the pieces together and would try to push you both together by sending you off on the same mission - fulfilling his Dad Captainly duties)).

You'd probably have known Ghost for a while before he starts to open up to you - it's superficial stuff, like maybe when his birthday is or his favourite food, little details that didn't really give any crucial information away, but you knew better than to pry as it would probably just make him shut himself away more.

He'd probably be protective of you - like if the team were out at a pub after a mission gone well, and there was a creepy guy bothering you, he would loom over you to scare the guy shitless with piercing, cold eyes.

We all know that as soon as Soap figures out that Ghost has a crush, he's going to absolutely want to take the piss out of him for it...he just needs to pick his words carefully, since he chooses life :))

It's hard to tell when or if he would actually confess his feelings to you - I can see it happening in one of two ways:

1 - You almost died on a mission, and he deeply regretted not telling you before when he thought you weren't going to make it back to base in time; he visited you every day while you were in hospital, and ended up bluntly just coming right out with how he felt because he needed you to know.

2 - Soap tells you before he can. With this scenario, I don't see Ghost blowing up in a fit of rage - it would be the silent death stare with the promise of an arse-kicking in the training room, maybe even making the Sergeant clean the bathrooms with a toothbrush for a few months for good measure. Ghost probably wouldn't even deny it, and would wait for you to come to him... and whatever happens next is a mystery ;))

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

*Ahh my fellow Scot - just to preface, Scottish slang and dialects vary across the country and I'm not 100% sure where Soap is originally from, so I'm just going to improvise and use local slang from where I'm from ~*

My guy wears his heart on his sleeve - he's naturally very flirty with you from the get-go, so it wasn't hard to figure out that he fancied you.

"Hello, Darlin', if yer wantin' a tour of the base, don't be feert* to gie me a shout ;D" [feert = afraid] [gie me a shout = ask me; gie = give].

With his flirty nature, it was difficult to discern if he was actually being serious about liking you, or if he was just flirty with everyone.

He'd probably realise that he was going about things completely wrong, and would make normal, friendly conversation to get to know you - he just wants to prove that he's a good guy and not a raging hornball :(

The longer time goes on, he starts to tell you more about his life outside of the SAS - he comes from a big family, he's the youngest sibling, his favourite colour, etc.

I can absolutely see his chest puff up a bit with pride when you compliment his skills - he disposes bombs and risks his life all the time, its his job and he doesn't expect praise other than a curt "good work" from his superiors; but from you, the tips of his ears are turning red, and a smile is practically splitting his face ~

Definitely doesn't use the excuse of training to get some time alone with you - not in a creepy way, he just likes spending one-on-one time with you.

If he really trusts you, he asks you to help trim his hair - he did do his mohawk mostly by himself but trying to do the back of his head on his own was an actual nightmare.

Likes watching the look of concentration on your face as you make sure that his hair is even - winks at you when you catch him staring~

(Y/N): There we go - a job well-done, if I do say so myself.

Johnny: *just admiring your smiling face, smitten*

Would probably ask you out then and there, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Certified Best Boy™.

Captain John Price

This guy doesn't fuck around - he's older, mature, and knows what he feels, and straight up tells you.

He'd call you into his office for a "chat" - queue you absolutely shitting yourself, being called for a chat with your superior in any circumstance automatically has you going through everything you've ever done prior to this moment to see what he could be mad about...

If you were a Private or any rank beneath him, he probably might hesitate to tell you a bit; HR really wouldn't like it but then again they wouldn't need to know... ;))

If you were a medic, nurse, doctor or civilian, he wouldn't hesitate to tell you.

The Team wouldn't know he even had a crush on you - even if you were on base, as a soldier or medic, they wouldn't have a clue.

The only time they grew suspicious was after they had all been to the pub and after a few too many drinks, one of the new recruits started talking about you and how he thought you were fit; Price's eye twitched slightly, eyeing the recruit with a poker face but with a slightly flash of anger in his eyes, cigar between his teeth.

"Bit inappropriate to speak of a comrade like that, Private, don't you think?" The Private sheepishly let out an apology.

Gaz and Soap gave each other a knowing side-eye; Soap looked to Ghost, who stared back blankly - he'd figured out that the Captain liked you ages ago, he was just waiting on everyone else catching up.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

I see him as another guy who wears his heart on his sleeve, so to speak.

I think he's the silent type though - while Johnny will flirt with you openly, regardless of where he is or who he's around, I think Kyle would be more discrete about it.

At first, it would be the little things like making you your favourite tea when he's making his own cup - sometimes he'll just make you your own, delivering it to you with a little smile.

He even offers to spar with you during training - he wouldn't go easy on you but he would be missing the usual fire that he has when training with other members of the team, he doesn't want to hurt you :((

As he gets more comfortable with you, and you with him, he absolutely loves to wind you up.

I think he'd be a genuinely funny guy, so be prepared to laugh until your sides hurt.

He'd probably express his feelings for you in a cheesy but still down-right cute way; probably shows up at your door with flowers and asks you out on a date.

((Proud Dad™ Price is just around the corner))

König

Another certified Best Boy™.

Honestly, he probably didn't speak to you at all for the longest time - not because he was intentionally trying to be rude but because if he feels like he has nothing good to say, then he just won't speak at all.

His social anxiety probably fluctuates day-to-day; one day he feels alright, can make small talk with others on base and do whatever he needs to do. But then the next day, he won't leave his room unless he has to, and when he does he's just this hulking mass of poorly concealed anxiety.

I think his anxiety would probably accidentally be projected outwards and would make him appear more intimidating, especially when all people can see are his eyes underneath his hood. Poor baby :(

He definitely knew that he had a crush on you - he's anxious in social settings, crowds, and he knows what that feels like - but with you? He gets full-on butterflies and he's scared to speak in case he says something embarrassing.

You'd most likely have to make conversation first, keeping it casual as to not scare him off - ironic, since the man is over 6ft and is built like a brick shithouse.

It would take time but he'd slowly open up bit by bit.

The first time you saw him out in the field - completely different ballgame entirely.

Who is this guy and what has he done with Konig??

He probably confesses his feelings on the way back from a mission, still high on adrenaline and confidence.

Oh he absolutely full-on panics when the adrenaline wears off and the penny finally drops...but he meant what he said. He really likes you, Maus.

#simon riley #soap mactavish #konig #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #soap mactavish x reader #konig x reader #gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #johnny mactavish #johnny mactavish x reader #call of duty #cod mw2 #multifandomimagin3s

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gimmeurtmi · 1 year

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no nut november — changbin (loser #4)

pairing: seo changbin x fem!reader

tags: no nut november mini series, situationship, ot8 inclusive, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, angsty, periods, mentions of nausea and sick but not actually being sick, reader has bad cramps and pms, messing around over clothes, smut!!, multiple orgasms

inspo: the need to be taken care of by a softie :(

notes: i wrote this while watching mama so im not sure about this one but let me know what you think <3

banner by @sluttywonwoo

{ wc: 3566 }

The last thing you needed between your busy schedule and your mum pressuring you to make time for a family meal was for your period to come as well.

You were jumping between one thing to another, you couldn’t even remember the last time you ate or drank water, but you had to keep going and making sure you met all your deadlines.

You were impatient with your mother when she called to check if you were coming over for the weekend like she wanted and you didn’t even answer Changbin when he asked you if you wanted to hang out tonight.

But all that had to come to a stop when your cramps told you to stop moving and rest.

You couldn’t do anything but cry.

There was so much to do, so much to get done, so many people waiting on you, but the pain was too much to try and push through.

Your roommate made sure you had a bit of food before she gave you some painkillers and instructed you to just lay down with a hot water bottle.

“Tell me if you need anything,” she said with a stroke of your back.

“I need to barf,” you groaned at the nausea settled in your stomach.

“Okay,” she said calmly, already used to taking care of you when you were unwell like this. She found your little bin and put it by the bed in case you did need to be sick.

She left you to it, letting you fall asleep as your comfort show played in the background.

Changbin called you twice before he started his workout session—but you didn’t answer. He knew you were busy with your schedule so he didn’t take it to heart, but still, he couldn’t help but notice the pair of you had been spending less time together.

And he knew why that was.

At the end of the day, what the pair of you had was a situationship and nothing more. Although Changbin knew he could say something to change it—finally have a serious conversation about feelings—he was too scared.

And meeting up with your situationship to hang out without having sex was… weird.

So by the time Hyunjin told everyone he lost, Changbin realised he hadn’t actually made plans to see you since the month started.

He used all his spare energy at the gym, his trainer impressed by his new found motivation. But truthfully, it was the only thing that stopped Changbin from feeling an urge to touch himself.

Of course, it helped not seeing you, but he knew he was being a shitty not-exactly-boyfriend to you.

So when he was done with his workout and his shower he called you again.

you: stop calling

A text from you came through a few moments after, Changbin’s eyebrows raising as his heart dropped. What did he do?

binnie: are you okay?

you: no i’m sick and i’m trying to sleep

binnie: do you need me to come over and take care of you?

you: do whatever you want i don’t care

Luckily, Changbin has a sister—and so he’s almost fluent in Girl. That text meant you definitely wanted him to come over and take care of you. He texted your roommate, who was his childhood friend—she introduced you two in the first place, and asked her what was wrong with you.

Oh.

Now it made even more sense.

Changbin made a stop at the store first, grabbing your favourite meal and drink and even some pads he recognised and made his way over to your flat.

Your roommate let Changbin in with a roll of her eyes.

“She’s not easy on her period,” she said, “you’ve never seen her like this.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Changbin tsked. He’s sure he can handle you in any situation.

“And she’s mad at you,” she pointed out.

That made Changbin’s confidence fade slightly.

“Uh, what? Why?”

“Something about how you only want her for sex,” she raised her eyebrows.

“That is completely not true! You know how crazy I am about her,” he had to whisper the last part.

“Changbin, as someone who’s been your best friend since we were babies I think I can say you’re being a coward.”

“You and Chan are ganging up on me now?” Changbin moved past her, letting himself into the kitchen to prepare your food for you.

“Chan and I are concerned,” she crossed her hands over her chest.

“Oh, so it’s concern now,” he mumbled.

“You’re gonna lose her if you don’t grow up and do something.”

Changbin turned to her with a raise of his eyebrows. “Are you on your period, too?”

“Yes,” she shrugged, “we sync up. It’s normal.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go feed her but tell me if you need something too,” Changbin said simply, grabbing the food and drink he got you and taking it towards your room.

He knocked slowly on your door.

“Fuck off, Unnie!”

“You’ve never called me Unnie before,” he smirked as he said back.

“Binnie?”

“Yeah, can I come in?”

“No,” you whined.

“I have food.”

A pause.

“Okay.”

Slowly, Changbin opened the door and slid into your room.

You looked like you were in pain, curled up into a ball with a fluffy water bottle pressed to your lower stomach.

“Hey,” he sat down at the edge of your bed, putting the food down on your bedside table.

You didn’t say anything or even move.

“Come on, let’s get up and eat something.”

“No,” you whined.

“You’re not hungry?”

“I’m not having sex with you,” you mumbled.

Changbin laughed. “I’m not having sex with you either, I still have that bet.”

“Yeah,” you sat up quickly, throwing Changbin off guard, “that bet that made you stop talking to me.”

“We talked on the phone last week,” he pointed out.

“But you never wanna see me now.”

“I’m literally right in front of you,” Changbin said simply.

“Yeah, and you should leave,” you said, just as simply.

“After you eat,” he nodded.

You rolled your eyes at him before grabbing the plate and devouring the food. Changbin let you eat quietly, not saying a word as you finished everything and handed him the plate back.

“Good job,” he praised. “When did you last take some meds?”

“Four hours ago,”

Changbin grabbed the medication bottle and handed you two pills with your favourite drink. You swallowed them easily and handed the bottle back to him.

“Now I can go,” he said, satisfied that you were taken care of now. If you wanted space he’d go, he just needed to see you eat.

“Okay, you can go,” you nodded.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him into the middle of your bed.

Changbin just looked at you as you moved him around, spreading his thighs and opening his arms wide. You slotted yourself in the space you created between his legs, then you wrapped his strong arms around you and brought his palms to your stomach.

He heard you sigh in relief, your head falling onto his shoulder as your eyes fluttered shut.

“Feel better like this?” He asked softly, kissing your temple.

“Yes,” you sighed softly, relaxing at the warmth Changbin’s body was offering you.

“Why didn’t you say you needed cuddles then?”

“Because I’m mad at you,” you said, far too relaxed to make it sound at all menacing.

“And why’s that?” Changbin kissed your hair.

“All you do now is go to the gym.”

“That’s all I did before, too.”

“But now you’re ignoring me,” you said, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

Changbin let you say it, he knew it wasn’t at all unfounded, but he kissed your cheek anyway.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you enough attention,” he said lowly.

“It’s okay, it’s not like you owe me anything,” you dismissed, moving away from his arms now.

Changbin whined, pulling you in closer.

“Come on,” Changbin sighed, “now I’m here so tell me everything.”

“I’m in so much pain,” you whined, “and my mum is on my case, and all these stupid deadlines, and I’m so horny, and I’m so hungry, and I wanna punch someone and my boss and—“

“—okay,” Changbin said, kissing your hair again. “The meds will start working soon. And we can call your mum and tell her you just need to rest. And the deadlines will wait until you’re feeling better. And I can get more food. And I can make you cum. And we can go find a punching bag and I’ll teach you how to box. Anything else?”

You turned around, your eyes wide.

“What?” Changbin chuckled at your expression.

“I’m being an unreasonable baby,” you said slowly.

“No,” he shook his head, “you’re in pain and stressed and uncomfortable.”

You wrapped an arm around Changbin, resting your head on his wide shoulder.

“You should be yelling at me,” you sighed.

“Only if it would turn you on,” he joked.

“Bin, I’m serious,” you said quietly. “I never wanted you to see me like this, I’m awful.”

“How are we gonna just not see each other three days a month? That’s not gonna work,” he shook his head.

“It worked so far,” you said.

“Wouldn’t work long term,” he tsked.

You ignored the way your stomach dropped at those words. There were too many things going on in your brain, too much to actually think about the fact Changbin might actually be considering taking the next step with you. You didn’t know why you two were still not official, still in the in between phase, but you liked Changbin so much you didn’t want to bring it up.

It was only now, with your brain marinated in hormones, that it bothered you as much as it did.

“So which one first? More food?”

Changbin went to get you another helping of food, making sure to find some chocolate too, and after you ate more he wrapped his arms around you again as you two watched an episode of your favourite show.

“I wanna sleep now,” you mumbled, and Changbin nodded slowly and he moved away from you.

“No,” you whined, “wanna sleep in your arms.”

Changbin smiled at your tone, his heart melting at how much you still wanted him next to you. It gave him small flutters he tried so hard to ignore.

November 15th

It was after midnight when you woke up, still wrapped in Changbin’s arms. You were sticky and you felt gross and so you went to have a quick shower, leaving a soft and beautiful Changbin in your bed.

When you came back, hair still dripping, Changbin was on his phone waiting for you.

He had his head propped up on his hand, his bicep sitting proudly next to him. His shirt was riding up slightly from the position, and all you could notice was the semi in his pants.

“Feeling better?” He asked with a soft smile.

“Yeah, uh, you can leave now if you want,” you said slowly, sitting back on the bed with your back to him.

Changbin sat up, kissing your shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” you stuttered.

A lot was wrong. You were horny and you were still so angry at virtually nothing and all you wanted was some relief. It didn’t help that Changbin looked the way he did, that all you wanted was to jump his bones as he laid so casually on your bed.

How could you accuse Changbin of only wanting you for sex when you were now drooling over him, squeezing your thighs together?

Maybe it wasn’t your fault—you couldn’t help the hormones in your body, and ever since your friend pointed out that orgasms helped them with their period, it was a solid part of your routine.

“I just need you to leave so I can cum,” you said in a rush, heat travelling up and down your body, “it helps with cramps.”

“How rude,” he joked, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Not good enough for you anymore?”

“It’s gross,” you said, positive Changbin would be just like the other boys and want nothing to do with you on your period.

“It isn’t that gross, if you want to we can.” Changbin kissed up your shoulder, all the way to your neck, as if he already made up his mind.

You were going to say something else—but you forgot what it was when Changbin grabbed your hips and lifted you up, placing your back on the bed in one swift motion.

“Holy fuck,” you let out, your legs spreading on their own accord.

“I haven’t even started yet,” he smirked at you.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pushing him into you as you kissed him hungrily.

After a few moments of kissing, you whined at him, pushing your hips up for more friction.

“Do you want me to take anything off?” He asked softly as his hands trailed up your body.

Instead of answering, you pulled at his shirt—Changbin reacting quickly as he pulled the back of his shirt up and off his head.

You sighed at the sight of him.

Your hands ran from his shoulders to his chest to his stomach to his arms, grabbing at the muscles as he went.

“Not so mad at the gym now, are you?” He smirked at you, his confidence radiating off him as he saw your pupils dilating at his body.

“Shut up,” you groaned, pulling his hips closer to you.

He groaned back, already fully hard. The urge to do thirty push-ups was crawling into Changbin’s brain—but he didn’t care about pushing it away anymore.

He just wanted to focus on you. Losing the bet would be much better than losing you for not giving you the attention you needed from him.

So he grabbed you by your hipbone, pushing you into the mattress as he rolled into you.

“Tell me what you’re comfortable with,” he asked, reaching for the hem of your leggings.

“Over clothes, if it’s okay,” you said, unable to meet his eyes. “And really, if this is weird we don’t have to—“

“—shhh,” Changbin let out, commanding. You swallowed your words and nodded.

He ran his fingers over your clothed pussy, sighing as you arched your back off the bed.

“Just there?” He asked, his voice low and quick.

You nodded. He repeated his actions, finding the right spot and giving it extra attention.

You moaned softly, your hand reaching up to your tits.

“Let me?” He offered, moving your hands to the side. After a small nod, Changbin trailed his hand underneath your shirt, grabbing your tits, finger moving back and forth as he played with your nipples.

Although you were sensitive, Changbin was delicate, never going too hard, never crossing the line between pleasure and pain.

You felt yourself relaxing, your jaw hanging open as the moans kept leaving your mouth.

“Binnie,” you let out softly. Changbin raised his eyes towards you, looking at you in wait.

“I’m close.”

So Changbin pressed harder on your clit, moved his fingers faster, and looked in awe as you started shaking in place—a high pitched moan leaving you as you came.

You breathed in deeply, relaxing into the rush that took over your body.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him right on top of you.

“Thank you,” you said softly, kissing his lips. Changbin kissed you just as softly, still moving his hips against you.

“Again?” He asked, knowing you usually liked two or three together. You nodded sheepishly, but when Changbin smiled at you softly you didn’t feel too embarrassed.

He made you cum again and again, and then a fourth time—only using his fingers over your leggings like you asked.

“Okay, I think I’m done,” you heaved, pulling him into another kiss.

He kissed back, his tongue against yours. He kissed you in a way he never did before—grabbing your neck and keeping you closer to him, even when you tried to pull away for air.

“Can I always take care of you?” He said softly against your skin, moving to kiss your cheeks instead.

“Sure, Binnie,” you giggled, feeling him wrap his arms around you as he squeezed your body against his.

He moved around the bed, getting on his back and pulling you onto his lap.

The pair of you kept kissing for a few more minutes, or maybe hours, Changbin stopping every now and again just to look at you. The pair of you would burst into giggles after a few moments before getting back to the important task of just kissing each other.

“Feel better?” He asked, his voice hoarse from the late hour. You nodded.

“So much better. I got my protector with me,” you said, wrapping his arms around you. The pair of you always joked about how Changbin looks like a bodyguard, but you never used possession when speaking about him.

Changbin didn’t comment on it, instead nodding with a satisfied grin.

The pair of you fell asleep a while later, just as the sun came up through the clouds.

When you woke up, Changbin was running his hands up and down your arm, kissing your shoulders softly.

“Morning, Bin,” you mumbled softly.

“I should sleep over more,” he mused, wrapping an arm around your waist. “It’s cool waking up next to you.”

You turned around, smiling at him. “Yeah, it’s really nice.”

“I’m gonna go to the gym,” he said, chuckling slightly as you groaned at his words, “and when I come back I can take care of you more.”

“Can I come with you?” You asked, remembering the article you read about how exercise helps with period cramps. It felt like utter bullshit, and you never had the right motivation to go during those times, but Changbin felt like the best motivation.

He agreed.

The next three days passed in a similar routine. Changbin helped you work out, and then he fed you, and later at night he’d make you cum until the cramps stopped. He never complained or asked you to help him out–he only cared about taking care of you.

“Changbin!” Your roommate groaned as she walked into the living room, “why are you still here?”

“Unnie, be nice!” You tried.

Changbin just laughed as he kept scrolling through the different movies the pair of you could watch.

“I will have to be reporting the noises I heard last night,” she teased, grabbing something to drink from the fridge.

“What noises?” You asked through a blush.

“I mean, I don’t mind. My noise cancelling headphones are a godsend,” she rolled her eyes, “but at this point Changbin has to be cheating.”

“Cheating?”

“Yah! How is she not meant to misunderstand that?” Changbin yelled at your roommate. “I think she just means the bet,” he explained quickly to you.

“The bet?” You blinked twice. And then you remembered.

Of course, the bet. The bet that made Changbin ignore you completely.

He’s spent the past three days with you—making you cum about a dozen times so far–was the bet even a problem for him anymore?

You wrapped your arm around Changbin’s bicep, leaning into his chest as you told him to just pick a movie already.

When the pair of you got ready for bed that night, you brought up the subject again.

“You know, if we can keep going like this I’m sure we can win that bet,” you said with a small smile.

“Oh, I lost it already,” he shrugged simply.

“What? When?”

“The first night I stayed over,” he picked up the new toothbrush you gave him three days ago, it was pink and was now designated as his. “I woke up and I must’ve just lost in my sleep somehow.”

“You didn’t say anything though,” you said, eyebrows scrunched together.

“I thought you feeling unwell was more important than me complaining I came in my sleep,” he chuckled dryly, brushing his teeth instead.

When he was done he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixated on the mattress instead of you.

“Anyway, I wanted to ask,” he began, coughing slowly, “can I be your boyfriend?”

“Please tell me you didn’t just use song lyrics on me,” you shudder visibly.

Changbin smiles sheepishly. He didn’t even realise he did that—he was so nervous to even ask it, he just said the first thing that came into his head.

Fuck.

He blew it, didn’t he?

“Oh, well, I mean, I didn’t have to say that, I guess–no, yeah, I guess we can just stay as we are then? Yeah, um, maybe I should–”

“--Binnie,” you sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you, fear across his mesmerising eyes, and waited for you to keep speaking. “Yeah, you can be. Can I be your girlfriend?”

Changbin grinned at that, his eyes bright and wide as he nodded quickly. “Of course you can.”

You cuddled into him as the pair of you climbed under the covers, Changbin promising to fuck his girlfriend as soon as you wanted him too.

You just needed your period to end already.

When Changbin got back to the dorm, the boys were eating Minho’s food happily—talking about their plans over the New Year.

“Where have you been?” Hyunjin asked with a raised brow.

“At Y/N’s,” he shrugged, “or should I say–my girlfriend’s.”

He smirked proudly, his smile unstoppable on his face, and his friends cheered loudly at the news.

“Finally!” Chan smiled, patting Changbin on the back twice.

The boy sat down, Minho quickly filling his plate with food.

“So, I’m guessing a celebratory nut was involved?” Jisung asked. Everyone groaned in response.

“That’s disgusting,” Changbin said after he took a bite of his food. “I mean Jisung! Not the food!”

Minho took back his menacing look, instead agreeing with the judgement passed on the younger member.

“But yes. I’m out.”

“Four down, four to go,” Minho smirked.

A few days later Changbin got a call from his girlfriend, telling him it was date night. Your first date night as a couple. And as much as Changbin hated to admit it to Jisung, it definitely did end with a celebratory nut.

#nnn #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #all.works #skz x y/n #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #changbin x y/n #changbin x reader #changbin smut #seo changbin #seo changbin x you #seo changbin x reader

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writersblockedx · 1 year

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Crashing

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Summary - It just so happens that girl's night is taking place at Y/n and Spencer's favourite restaurant. Warnings - None, I don't think! Words - 1.2K

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Spencer wassn't one to be cocky. He wasn't one to show off to those around him. He also adored the idea of privacy. Something which was difficult with his nosy co-workers who craved every speckle of his current life activities. So, somehow, somewhere along the lines, his new girlfriend had slipped through their attention.

Derek had made a quick jab at some of the marks which painted his neck, but he never asked many questions other than mocking the young boy. So you had been kept a secret. Something of which Spencer was silently grateful for. As much as he would adore for you to meet Garcia and the rest of the team, to have something so tranquil separated from the violence and chaos which encompassed his work was nice. And he strived to keep it that way for as long as possible.

A weekend following a tough case had been in need of time together. Something of which had involved a fancy restaurant, an even fancier dress, two chairs facing each other, plates of expensive food and captivating conversation. "And then, of course, the printer had to break." You had huffed, in the middle of a very mundane story that the FBI agent across from you probably couldn't relate to.

Specner was about to let out a chuckle, his drink hovering over his lips when such a tranquil atmosphere had become bombarded. "Spencer?" A squeaky voice called, excitement written in their tone.

The boy tensed. He could barely glance to you before he turned in his chair, spotting Garcia as she rushed over from the bar side of the restaurant. Of course, he recalled, girl's date. They had been getting ready for it all week...only they failed to mention they were going to be drinking at Y/n and Spencer's favourite restaurant. And now any idea of privacy and keeping such a solace situation away from his other life seemed impossible.

"Garcia," He pushed out a smile that came off just as awkward as he felt. "Hi."

Her eyes were straight over to the girl sitting across from him. You were sat like a bunny in the lions den, a slight grin which was nothing compared to the smile that was shining across Garcia. "And who is this lovely girl?" The woman asked.

You leaned over, offering your hand for her to shake. "Y/n," You introduced. Garcia took it in a rush, an exaggerated shake following. "You must be Garcia," You glanced to Spencer and raised a brow, "Right?" You wanted to be certain. From the description Spencer had given you of all his team, the pretty, bright lady in front of you did best to fit it.

Spencer had given you a nod. And just as Garcia was about to open her mouth again, start to nag at you to find out who you in fact were to Spencer, the other two girls trailed along. In a similar fashion, they stopped, took a glance at the couple in the midst of a date and their eyes widened. "Oh," Slipped from Emily's lips first. At least you assumed it was Emily with her straight black hair.

You let out a breath like it were fresh air. "Hi," You sighed as if the tension around the group wasn't building.

Finally, Spencer stepped in. "Erm, this is Y/n," He looked between you and the girls who were all just as shocked as each other. "My girlfriend."

That had really left them stunned. They each could barely mumble words. At the time, a jumble of hi, nice to meet you, was said, ignoring the very thick tension which was suffocating the air around them. And so, just as quickly as they had crowded the table, they left. Their voices muttering and whispering, each asking if the other was aware. The three girls came to the quick conclusion that Spencer Reid had in fact been keeping this girlfriend of his a secret from them.

The Monday after followed the consequences of Spencer's actions. No one had said anything so far. For that he was partly grateful, but he assumed this was the calm before the storm. He assumed right. By the time he made it into the conference room, he knew he was in for it. He made sure he was the last in. And for the very first time, the whole team was sat around the table in silence.

Spencer didn't say anything at first. Rather, he wandered into his own seat, glancing at the file in front of him. Still, no one said anything.

The boy peered up, finding all eyes on him. A huff escaped his lips, "What?" He questioned, thinking maybe he could play this dumb.

Another moment of silence followed. One of which could only be broken by Penelope Garcia. "You have a girlfriend?" She was drooling in offensive, a sort of sense of betrayal that had evoked some sympathy from Spencer.

He looked over at the rest of the team who were just as eagerly waiting for an answer as Garcia was. "You weren't really meant to find out." He muttered, avoiding eye contact at any moment.

JJ leaned forward, her brows twisting, "You weren't going to tell us?" She scoffed.

Spencer seemed to only be able to shrug, "You never asked." And like that, he seemed to sink back into his seat.

Another awkward moment passed before Emily finally spoke up, "Well I say it's about time."

Spencer's head turned to her, "What?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"It's about time you finally get a girlfriend." She reiterated.

Morgan, who Spencer had been most anxious over, finally added into the conversation. "I thought it was a joke when Garcia told me."

"Hey!" The young boy snapped in response.

"What was her name again?" He questioned, ignoring the irritation laced in Spencer's tone.

"And what exactly does she do for a living?" Emily added.

Something which seemed to start a trend in the piling questions, "Do she live with you?" Garcia had said, sitting upright in a sudden excitement for him.

"How long have you even been together?" JJ asked.

And with the many questions, Spencer seemed to not even be able to answer one of them. Luckily for him, just as they had been asked, Rossi came to save him the stress. "How about we just be happy for the kid?" He suggested, leant back in his chair with one brow raised at the rest of the team.

That within itself had done well to shut them up. And, for the first time since Spencer had entered the room, Hotch finally spoke up. "Now, Garcia?" The woman tensed, expecting some comment about personal and work lives. "The case?" She relaxed - as had Spencer. The privacy of his own life would return to the backburner as the woman stood, ready to lead the meeting.

By the time she had started talking, everyone had long forgotten about the grilling they were giving him. And when Specner caught glance of Hotch, he gave the younger man a wink, silently telling him that it was okay. Maybe it hadn't been ideal, but suppose this was one way to introduce his co-workers to the girl in his life.

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twstgarden · 2 months

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✿ ❝ 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗱 ❞

━ riddle rosehearts x gifted kid burnout! fem! reader ━ being a gifted child is not always deemed as a blessing, and riddle knows the feeling all too well. (f/n means first name)

requested by: @tangybiskit1 request type: oneshot requester’s message: Reader is like the perfect student.(not prefect) She gets full marks, optimistic, kind and charming to the point where even Riddle thinks his mother would like her. But after befriending her for a few weeks he decides to visit reader and her room is a mess, filled with books, scattered papers. It reminds Riddle of himself and you know how that turned out... So he tries to comfort her saying that she is good enough,(ending can be how you want) sorry if it's badly worded😭😭 this is my first time making a request.. florist’s note: oh wow, this hits close to home <3 anyway, thank you for the request, little one! ♥

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perfect. that was how people described you. a sweet, young lady with a bright smile and a bright mind. a lot of the students in night raven college liked you for your charming personality, and there was barely any student that had a bad experience with you.

perfect. you were the epitome of perfect. a beautiful young lady with a sweet smile, a charming personality, and a bright mind. who would not want to befriend you? some students even talked about you to their peers and their parents. now, it wasn’t always painted in a good light. some have been jealous of you, and some wished you did not exist at all. it makes them look bad, you know?

of course, riddle was one of those people. he greatly admired you for your dedication and hard work, and he takes great pride in having you as a heartslabyul resident. you were the perfect, ideal example of what heartslabyul students should be. you followed all the rules to a t, memorized every one of them, and never questioned or disobeyed the rules that may seem too extreme or ridiculous.

“ah, f/n,” spoke riddle as soon as he saw you in the library, a smile ghosting over his lips. his voice reached your ears as you looked up from your book and smiled at him, “oh… hello, dormitory leader rosehearts!”

that sweet smile.

riddle did not realise his cheeks were tinted pink as he remained smiling at you. he then walked away, not knowing what else to say or how to keep the conversation going. oh, how he wished he could befriend you. he was stuck in this student-to-student relationship with you, and he did not know how to deepen it.

it was going well, at least, that’s what he thought. he made sure he could interact with you at least once a day, to get the both of you used to each other’s presence. he also decided to join you at your table during lunch, eating with you without the need for a conversation. it did not take long until your relationship went deeper than the shallow interactions.

“by the way, riddle… why is your favourite food strawberry tarts?” you asked as you nibbled on a tart that he shared with you. as riddle took a bite of his own, he replied, “it’s sweet and rich with flavours. i rarely ever get to taste it when i was younger, but the one time i did felt like heaven was in my mouth…”

there was a small smile on your face as you listened to riddle. you knew what his household was like. you were there during the overblot incident, after all. “i mean, my mother did get angry at me for eating that… she told me it was too sugary and it’s poisonous for my health…”

unconsciously, your hand went up to his cheek as you caressed it for comfort. riddle also froze as soon as he felt the affection before glancing at you. you realised what you had done and quickly retracted your hand with a blush, “ah— sorry, sorry. i thought you needed some comfort.”

with you around, riddle always felt like he could continue to hold on and move forward. seeing your bright smile energizes him for the day, and seeing your name at the top of the achiever's list always brings a sense of pride from within.

“congratulations, f/n,” spoke riddle as soon as he saw you standing by the bulletin board. you had a blank expression on your face before smiling as soon as you heard his voice, “oh, thanks! congratulations to you, too.”

‘why do you look sad?’, thought riddle to himself as he noticed your blank expression before acknowledging him. were you not happy with what you got? but you received a 499 out of 500, surely, it’s worth a smile or two, no?

he decided to brush it off a little since you had already walked away, but it was in the back of his mind for a few days now. why did you seem bothered? he knew the importance of getting a perfect score, his mother reiterated that several times.

he did not speak much of it, but he did notice you getting a little distant, even if you are physically beside him. your mind seemed to be in another place every time he tried to discuss something with you. it was clear that something was wrong.

but he did not know how to approach the problem.

riddle tried accompanying you during study sessions, gifting you treats, sharing his tarts with you over lunch, doing mind exercises with you, and many other things. however, they only seemed to fix the problem temporarily.

exam season was around the corner once more, and everyone has been busying themselves with studying. riddle had spent his time studying, but of course, he did not neglect his duties as the dormitory head. as soon as the clock struck 3 in the afternoon, it was time for his patrol around the dorm. he had to make sure all his residents were disciplined and studying.

with one room into the next, he discovered all of them busying themselves with reading and discussing certain sections of their books with their roommates. ‘good work,’ thought riddle to himself as he saw his residents studying. he just hoped ace and deuce were doing the same.

as soon as he reached your room, he knocked on the door before twisting the knob and peeking in. he thought he would see you silently seated on your study table, reading through a book, or taking notes. however, he discovered you seated on the floor, a book on your lap as you wrote in your notebook, surrounded by several copies of papers and books.

you were in a clear state of disarray. your hair was a mess as you checked every paper before writing something down in the notebook. the process continued as you mumbled under your breath, “no, this is not right… the answer isn’t hydrolysis…”

a sigh escaped your lips as you buried your head into your palms, your hair covered your devastated expression as riddle silently walked into your room and knelt beside you, picking up all the scattered notes as you sniffled and glanced at him, “riddle…?”

you did not expect to see him in your room, and you quickly wiped your cheeks as you picked up the remaining scattered papers. riddle held the notes he collected and looked at you, seeing your cheeks, eyes, and the tip of your nose being tinted with a little bit of red from all the crying.

you were having a breakdown. he knew that much. he now noticed why you seemed absentminded and distant lately, especially with the exam season coming up. you were drowning yourself in your studies, making sure you memorized and remembered every single fact taught to you.

“…sorry you had to see me like this…” you mumbled as you grabbed the notes from him. he quickly shook his head as he spoke, “no… you don’t have to apologise. how long have you been cooped up in here?”

“i’ve been here all weekend…” you replied. you’ve been in your room, studying for two days straight without paying much attention to your other needs, and it was evident with the bags under your eyes. he hoped you were at least eating, but as he looked around your room, there were a few wrappers from the snacks you ate and an empty water bottle.

a sigh escaped riddle’s lips as he held his hand out to you, “you’re a mess. you need to eat… come.” you shook your head, which caused riddle to raise a brow, “f/n, all you’ve eaten were convenience meals with no proper nutrition whatsoever. don’t be stubborn and—”

“i don’t care!”

riddle fell silent in shock. did you just… yell?

you looked up at him, your eyes held glossy tears as you spoke, “i don’t care even if i starve for days! they’re worth nothing if i fail… this is our finals, and it will determine just how much i’m worth…” a soft sob escaped your lips as you bowed your head to hide your tears, “it will… determine how much my parents love me…”

riddle was silent. so, this is what hides behind the perfect f/n l/n. behind that sweet smile, charming personality, and bright mind was a little girl who never had the chance to be a child, to experience what it’s like to have fun, and to know what it’s like to have no expectations to live up to.

how lonely you must have felt.

“who cares if i’m physically well when i make a single mistake on the test? my mother cursed me through the phone as soon as she saw my results…” you mumbled, venting out everything that had happened the past few days, “i’m nothing but a useless brat who wastes their money in a prestigious school… i don’t deserve to be here if i can’t even get full marks to show that i’m learning something…”

riddle knew what it was like to have a parent who seeks perfection in their child, and it was only lately when he realised it was an unhealthy way of living, drowning yourself in your studies to ensure future success to the point you’d neglect yourself. he got closer to you, holding your shoulder as you wiped your tears, “if i fail the finals, they won’t let me continue my education…”

he was stunned. sure, a punishment is given when one does not receive the desired results on a test. that was his norm, too, but completely discontinuing your education because of 1 mistake or 2 on a test is extreme.

“what…? your parents would go that far…?” questioned riddle. you merely nodded in response as you wiped your tears and hugged your knees to your chest, “…everything feels like a chore…” riddle was left frozen, he did not know what to say or do as he never received appropriate support growing up.

he understands your pains, but he doesn’t know how to comfort you. he can’t lie and say it would be better because he knows that won’t do anything.

you have been showing the brightest smile he’s ever seen all the time, but who knew you were breaking piece by piece? all because of the expectations set on you. all because you were the gifted child of your parents, and therefore, you must live up to be the best of the best.

“sometimes i think… i should just stop… maybe if i fail several times, then they’ll leave me alone… but that also means i won’t receive their love and praises… and i won’t be their favourite daughter anymore…”

riddle stayed silent as he sat on the floor beside you, listening to you vent out all that had been stuck in your mind.

“but… sometimes i also think… if i ruin myself too much and fail… i’m worth nothing… who would love a worthless person? then i’ll be destined to be alone…” you cried softly as you kept hugging your knees to your chest, “i’m tired of thinking about this… i’m tired of caring so much… i’m tired of hearing all the curses that come out of my mother’s mouth… i’m tired of repeatedly being told that i am useless…”

the room then fell silent, and only your soft sobs broke the ice as riddle gently placed his hand on your hair. “…you’re not useless just because you got one or two questions wrong in a test…” mumbled riddle as you peeked at him with your face buried into your arms, “and… you’re not worthless. you don’t need to be perfect to be loved… you just need to be yourself.”

as you remained to look at him, you sniffled softly and wiped your tears, “…but…” riddle gave you a small smile, “i know what it feels like to know that everything we learned growing up and the things we are exposed to is wrong… you’ve been told that anything less than perfect is unacceptable, and i was taught the same thing…”

a soft sigh left his lips as he placed a hand on your cheek, the same way you did to him when he spoke of his reason for loving a sweet treat, “you were there when the incident happened, and i have learned my mistakes… now i am here to tell you that you are worth it. you’re not a financial burden, you’re not useless, you’re not stupid, you are none of that, f/n. i wish you could see yourself the way i see you… then you’ll understand why i always want to be around you…”

you were speechless. what could you possibly say in response to that? if you didn’t know any better, it felt like a confession disguised as comforting words. receiving no verbal response, riddle got a little embarrassed as he avoided your gaze, “… i said too much. i apologise—”

“no…”

riddle blinked before he glanced back at you, seeing you smile a little at him, “…i appreciate your words… thank you…” seeing that sweet smile, even if it was a small one, made riddle smile as well, “you don’t need to thank me… now, you need to have your lunch.” he stood up and held his hand out to you.

you held his hand and stood up, smiling at him as you were about to wipe any remaining tearstains on your face when his hand gently rested on your cheek, wiping it as he spoke, “i don’t want to see you neglecting yourself next time.”

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loveandmurders · 3 months

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You belong to Ambrose IV (Poly!Sinclairs x f!reader)

Alright, I was supposed to post this a lot sooner but life got in the way. It's finally here, and I hope you'll enjoy it like you did with the other parts.

This is the final chapter of the "You belong to Ambrose" series that you can find in my House of Wax masterlist.

This is the direct continuation of last chapter, that you can find here.

Warinings: no proofreading, mentions of murders, violence, sexual desire, very morally grey reader, angst/kinda comfort

A part of you wanted to let the Sinclairs win you over. But another part of you wanted to believe you were a good person. And a good person couldn’t love murders, especially not the murders of their own friends.

You wanted to get away from their touch, but the twins were too touch and love starved to let you get away from their hands that easily. They were both trying very hard to stay calm, because they didn’t want to scare you off. But truth to be told, they had no idea how long they would be able to keep it together if the love of their lives kept pushing them away.

The front door opened and Jonesy left the three of you to run greeting Lester. You were thankful for this distraction, especially when Lester called his brothers’ names, surprised to not find them in the living room or in the kitchen. He knew they couldn’t be sleeping, not when things weren’t fixed with you.

“Comin’” Bo replied.

The twins got up and they helped you doing so as well. You clearly couldn’t go back hiding in your room now. They gently guided you downstairs and Bo settled in the kitchen to fix something for you. You greeted Lester without showing any expression on your face. You weren’t too sure what to do. Lester shyly smiled at you and moved a hand behind his neck, as his eyes drank in the sight of you.

“Hey, Y/N. Ya lookin’ real beautiful, ya know. I thought so the second I saw ya. Ya’ve always been pretty, but now, ya’re just as perfect as a goddess.” Lester said. He had always been the one showering you with nonstop compliments.

“Thanks Lester.'' you simply said, as you didn’t want to seem to enjoy the sweet words coming your way.

You sat at the kitchen table with Vincent and Lester.

“And it’s really nice to have ya back home, because your absence was all drivin’ us quite crazy. It was hell actually” Lester softly babbled again, because he couldn’t help when he was around you.

“You all seem to have done pretty well without me” you tried but the three men exchanged looks. They really hadn’t.

“We’re talkin’ ‘bout ya all the time, ya know. I think ya’re our favourite subject of conversation; the only one we can have without arguin’. We always agree we want and need ya back home” he admitted which made the twins groan but they didn’t stop Lester from talking. It was good that one of them was that straight forward about their feelings for you. Vincent even hoped it would help relax you around them.

“Ah yes?” you couldn’t stop yourself from being a little bit curious, and flattered about it. “Don’t see what you can talk about though” you hummed with a shrug. But Lester quickly shook his head

“Ya’re the girl of our life, so of course we’ve got a lot to say ‘bout ya” he brightly smiled and you looked away, feeling yourself blushing.

“Didn’t know Bo rubbed on you and you became a sweet talker yourself” you replied to hide your emotions. Vincent snorted in amusement, Bo arched an eyebrow at you and Lester blushed as well.

“Just speakin’ the truth” he defended himself and you hummed. “We never stopped bein’ in love with ya. Never stopped thinkin’ ‘bout ya.”

You all stayed silent after that, but it wasn’t as tense as before.

You thanked Bo for the food and ate, lost in your own thoughts. You could feel the boys watching you, but you were used to it. You had always been the centre of their attention. And you used to enjoy this very much. You could really pretend that nothing happened, that you never left Ambrose. You knew the three men around you would like that very much. Especially when for the moment, they had to keep their hands to themselves.

They all wondered what you were thinking about but they didn’t want to upset you even more than they already did, not when your relationship was on a thin line like that.

The more you thought about the situation, the clearer you realised you were mad at them because they killed your people. Your friends deserved a happier and softer ending. You were quite heartbroken still. And you knew it was your fault too.

It was your fault because your fate has always been to get back to Ambrose and you should have come on your own. Destiny wanted your road trip to end in the Sinclairs’ arms, and it was certain the brothers wouldn't leave anyone around you. They were jealous and possessive beasts. You hated how conflicted your emotions were: you were mad at the brothers and at yourself, but you were also very relieved to be there. You were home. You were where you belong. You would forget about your friends soon enough, once the guilt would wear off, like it always did. You weren’t such a good person, and you knew it.

And yet, you were the brothers’ angel, perfection, goddess.

You kept thinking and you realised your mother was a “problem” in the not so planned Sinclairs’ objective of having you back. They could kill your friends, but they couldn’t kill your mother so easily. And she would notice your absence, and she might call the cops and tell them about Ambrose if you went missing for too long. And your dead friends… You couldn’t believe how impulsive the brothers had been. You weren’t too surprised though; they couldn’t think straight around you.

“You really are idiots, sometimes” you whispered but they heard you. They were relieved to hear you talk to them.

“Why that?” Bo asked

“You killed everyone but… what’s the plan for my mother?” you said and the boys exchanged a look.

They had talked quite a bit about it earlier that day and they didn’t know what to do. Their priority was having you, but they were aware they would need to deal with this as well. And quickly, before they could lose everything forever.

“What do ya offer?” Bo asked and you chuckled

“Not my mess” you replied and he frowned

“Ya didn’t tell her anythin’ earlier. I know ya’re on our side” he pointed at you “Ya ain’t wantin’ to admit it but ya’re happy to be in Ambrose again. It’s why ya came so close by. Ya were just afraid we’d kill ya or hurt ya, but now ya see we only want ya back, ya want to stay” he said and you hated how close to the truth he was. You refused to acknowledge his words as you bit on your bottom lip.

“She knows about Ambrose and she knows about my road trip with my…” you sighed “She knows. She’ll worry, she already started to do so.”

“This is indeed a problem” Vincent agreed

“But ya wanna stay, right? And don't wanna anythin’ bad happenin’ to us?” Lester asked you, giving you his best puppy eyes.

You looked away and didn’t say anything at first. Of course you wanted things to be alright for once in your life.

You had often dreamed of that moment and it always ended the same: or you killed your mother or you killed yourself. You never thought it would all become true though. You had never thought you would truly be back in Ambrose with the three men you loved.

At least, you knew what to do. It was as if you had planned all of this from the start. Or maybe it was just the Devil whispering to your ear.

“I… I’ll need some time to forgive you all for what happened to my friends” you said

“And we’ll do anythin’ ya wanna” Bo hummed and you believed him

“I know. And yeah I’m happy to be back. And I never stopped loving you all either” you admitted, feeling a little bit shy about it. You didn’t look at them, but soon enough your were pulled into their embrace. Bo had been the first one to react to your words by getting up and grabbing you for a big hug. Vincent and Lester soon joined in. You relaxed into their warmth. You all felt complete once again.

“There is only one way” you whispered “We need to fake my own death. I mean like something official. My mom must believe the police found my body and that she buried it” you finally said. You leaned away to have a better look at them.

They reluctantly let you go as they thought about your words.

It would allow you to resume the only life that was meant for you, without anyone to look for you. Your mother would have never let you get back to Ambrose and now that your friends were dead, it was only making things even more complicated. If you all disappeared, it would be alright.

You knew there would be no coming back from this though. Once you would be no one, you would never be able to get back in the real world. You would be stuck in Ambrose forever, with the people you loved. You would finally be yourself again. A part of you was aware you were choosing over Hell, but love isn’t soft. Love is destructive, consuming everything and everyone until nothing is left. You were finally feeling alive again.

“The next tourists who come here, we violently kill them, we break their teeth so they can't be identify and we put them in your car. We drive far away, where you were supposed to be, and we burn everything down.” Bo quickly found a plan

“We need to be certain…”

“Don’t worry, darl’. We deal with this.” Bo assured you with a charming smile and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Shit happens and it’s not necessarily linked to Ambrose” Vincent signed, knowing you were worried the police would find the place

“My mom will accuse you right away” you replied

“I’ll make sure the cops won’t find Ambrose” Lester smiled at you

You wanted to trust them with that. You knew they were smart and resourceful. And it was about you, it was about your future together. You could trust them. They were going to protect you, they were going to keep you all theirs again, they were finally be able to be happy again too.

You finally nodded “Okay, then.”

You took your phone from your pocket and handed it to Bo. He would be able to use it if he needed to. And he would be able to destroy it too. You were handing the brothers your life, like they had given you theirs a long time ago. Bo cupped your face and softly smiled. You saw his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips.

“Nuh nuh, still mad at y’all. You have convinced me to stay, not to be your girlfriend again” you said as you moved away from his touch. Both the twins groaned at yours words, but they respected it. And they were going to do anything to get you back like before.

Once you would allow them to touch you like they used to, you knew they wouldn't stop kissing and pleasuring you for quite a while. They were hungry for you. Lester was cheeky enough to believe he would be the first one to get back in your good grace.

You all stayed silent a little longer. You were thinking you were crazy, but you were so calm about all of this. It felt right, no matter how wrong it was.

Lester brought you back to reality as he took your hand in his, his eyes bright with happiness.

“Hey, Y/N, welcome home!”

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Aaron’s Boys

It was the most mundane of settings in which to have the most erotic, real-life conversation of Kieran’ life. There he was, sat in an ordinary coffee bar, across from one of the most handsome men he had ever come across; feeling more blood pumping into his groin than was obviously going into his brain. After all, what other reason could there be for him being there that day, offering himself up like this?

Aaron was opening his notebook, propping one of his feet onto his other knee and breathing in, ready to begin. Unlike Kieran, he seemed completely unaroused by the situation, treating it like nothing more than business. In his mid-twenties, the guy had the prettiest face Kieran had ever seen. His chest was broad and strong, making it obvious to all just how fit and muscular he was. Perhaps that was what made him so alluring; he seemed capable of doing almost anything.

“So, I know we’ve gone over some of these things when we spoke online, but I just want to get some clarity on things before I consider taking you on,” Aaron began, clicking his pen to start writing. “Age?”

“Twenty-one,” Kieran shot back eagarly.

“What is your current weight?” Aaron asked next, already beginning to write the notes down without even looking at him.

“One hundred and forty pounds,” Kieran replied immediately.

“And, does your weight fluctuate? Is that number higher or lower than it's been in the last couple of years, say?”

“It’s stayed that same,” Kieran nodded, hoping that was the answer Aaron wanted.

“Height?”

“Five foot, eleven,” Kieran stated.

“That’s not overly tall, I guess,” Aaron considered, as if trying to convince himself that Kieran would be worth the effort. “Just correct me if I’m wrong, but swimming was your sport, right?” Aaron asked. “You certainly look like you have a swimmer’s build,” he commented, briefly looking up at him to double check.

“Yeah,” Kieran nodded. “I’ve trained since I was little. I did it right through college and I’ve won a few competitions. I was never quite good enough to go professional though,” he shrugged.

“So, would you say that swimming is important to you, or are you happy to give it up?”

“Oh, I’d give it up,” Kieran nodded confidently. “One hundred percent. I’d give it up.”

Aaron nodded as he worte, then looked up at him. “Good,” he commented, with the beginnings of a slight smile on his devilishly handsome face. “That’s the sort of thing I need to hear from you: that level of commitment.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely committed to this,” Kieran jumped in, eager to capitalise on his previous winning answer.

“Now, in terms of your appetite, I know swimmers have to take in a lot of calories when they’re training. Would you say you can eat more, or less than the average person?” He held his hand up, already seeing that Kieran was about to jump in and answer. “I need you to really think carefully about the question,” he cautioned. “Being honest with me is the most important thing here.”

Kieran nodded, taking the advice and downgrading his answer. “I think I can eat, perhaps a little more than the average person.”

“And what types of foods are your favourites?” Aaron asked next, writing faster to try and keep up with everything he wanted to note down.

“Pizzas, fries, hamburgers…” Kieran began listing.

“Would you say that you have a sweet tooth as well?”

“Absolutely,” Kieran smiled. “Doughnuts, ice cream, chocolate…”

“Any foods you don’t like?”

“Not really,” he shrugged. “I’m not that keen on cheesecake, I suppose, ”he added, trying to think of something.

“Any allergies?”

“Nothing,” Kieran declared.

There was a pause while Aaron caught up on his notes. “Oaky,” he nodded, finishing the last few words. “This is all good so far. But I need to know more about why you want this. And why now?”

“I’ve always wanted this,” Kieran answered. “For as long as I can remember.”

Aaron gave a slight roll to his eyes. It was clearly an answer that he had been given many times before. “Yes, I get that. But… what makes you different from everyone else? You’re clearly a very handsome boy; a college graduate, steady job. If I took you to a gay bar right now, you could take your pick of all the guys in there. So why have you chosen to go down this path?”

Kieran took a moment. “Because I need to,” he replied, trying let his sincerity shine through his voice. “I need to know what it feels like to jiggle when I walk; to feel my clothes getting tighter and having people comment on my weight.” “You’re quite excited by the idea of people noticing your body changing?” Aaron asked, seemingly pleased to write that particular answer down. “What about name-calling? Pig? Hog? Fatty?”

Kieran felt his dick harden and he wrigged in his seat, trying his best to remember that they were still in public. “I’d love it,” he mumbled.

Aaron stared at him, as if assessing his honesty. He flicked to the back of his notebook, where he clearly had many more questions written down.Then he looked up once more at Kieran and sighed. “All right,” he nodded, clearly deciding that he didn’t need to ask anything else. “I’ll believe you. You certainly seem willing, and just the fact that you turned up today is a pretty good sign. I guess I can take you on.”

Kieran’s face filled with the brightest of smiles and his heart began beating faster than ever before. “Really?” he asked. “You’ll do it?”

“No,” Aaron responded cautiously, scolding him like a small child. “You’ll be the one doing it. I will just be helping you along the way and steering you in the right direction.”

Kieran rubbed his hands across his face, unable to believe that this was all happening in real life. His wildest, most erotic sexual fantasy was about to come true. He was actually going to be fattened by one of the best feeders out there. In no time at all, he would be nothing more than another one of Aaron’s fat boys.

A few hours later, Aaron had arrived at Kieran’s tiny studio apartment. “Is that elevator usually not working?” he asked the moment he was inside, dumping his rucksack on the floor. He was so tall and strapping; he seemed to fill the space with his masculine presence.

“I’ve only been here a few weeks,” Kieran shrugged. “I’ve not seen it working yet.”

“That may be an issue,” Aaron considered, pulling out his notebook and starting to make a note of it. “We may have to factor that into your daily calories.”

“That’s fine,” Kieran smiled, watching the handsome, strong stud begin to walk around the small studio; hardly believing that he had a real-life feeder there with him.

“I’m going to give you a lot of information about the foods you’re going to be getting in for yourself,” Aaron continued, seemingly unimpressed by what was in the cupboards, even actively pulling some things out and putting them straight in the trash. “Are these your scales?” he asked, tapping them dismissively with his foot. “I’ll bring you something a little more accurate when I next visit. These look shit, and I’m going to be relying on a lot of the stats you give me.”

Kieran simply nodded again, swooning as the handsome man casually looked into every cupboard and closet. The hunk chuckled, picking up some of Kieran’s small underwear from the drawer, scoffing at the cut of some of his clothes hanging on the rails.

“You’re not a fan of sweatpants, I see,” Aaron smirked. “That’ll soon change.”

Kieran stood there as Aaron suddenly seemed to round on him, taking an interest in his body for the first time. “Shirt off,” he ordered, stepping back to take a picture.

Kieran did as he was told, pleased that they had at last got to this stage. “Are these my ‘before’ shots?” he asked, as a tent began to form in his crotch.

“They certainly are,” Aaron grinned, beginning to snap away. He instructed Kieran on poses, soon telling him to remove everything he was wearing. The guy shifted lamps around and nudged Kieran’s positions in order to improve the look of the shots he was getting. He didn’t seem to bat an eyelid at how hard Kieran was; just ignoring it entirely.

Pretty soon after that, Aaron was removing his own shirt and getting in on the shots himself, posing by flexing his massive pecs and smiling for the camera next to Kieran, who had never felt more aroused in his entire life. That was, until he saw a half naked Aaron bend down to pick up the rucksack he had brought along with him. Out came a large, cylindrical container of a thick, light brown mixture that Aaron was already shaking up; followed by a small, simple looking funnel that made Kieran’s breath catch in his chest.

“Hey everyone,” Aaron smiled at his cell phone, starting to record another one of his videos that made him such an icon online. “I’m here with a brand new piggy tonight,” he explained, walking backwards so that Kieran entered the screen with him. “He’s a swimmer, as you can see,” he went on, focusing the camera and on Kieran’s toned chest and six pack. “However, he’s decided to become one of my fat boys instead, haven’t you?” he asked, pushing the cell phone right into Kieran’s face.

Kieran nodded, feeling a little shy to speak on camera.

“How badly do you want to be a fatty for me?” Aaron pressed him.

“Really badly,” Kieran responded, deciding that he wasn’t going to get away with staying silent.

Aaron flashed the camera down to Kieran’s crotch, acknowledging his arousal for the first time. “He’s really not lying guys,” Aaron laughed. “This pig is so damn horny to be fattened up!” He held the camera up above them both and put his strong arm over Kieran’s shoulders, getting closer than he ever had before. “You ready to drink your first ever gainer shake for me?” he asked.

The arousal Kieran felt having the feeder’s hot, sweet breath on his face; it was almost too much to bear. He nodded obediently. “I want to get so fucking fat for you!” he stated to Aaron, knowing that every single one of his followers would see his declaration.

“Good! Because you’re going to,” Aaron grinned wickedly. He moved over to place the cell phone against the counter, ensuring the angle was good to get them both in shot still. “Say bye-bye to your six pack,” he chuckled, placing what he needed on the floor beside them and rubbing Kieran’s flat stomach for the camera.

“Bye-bye,” Kieran whispered. He felt Aaron’s large hand grasp his dick and begin to stroke the shaft up and down. He moaned aloud, feeling that his knees could buckle underneath him at any moment. He felt the hard plastic of the funnel being pushed into his mouth, rattling against his teeth as he slowly opened his jaw wider to take it.

“Here goes nothing…” Aaron smirked, taking his hand awat from Kieran’s crotch to hold the funnel upright as he began pouring the thick mixture down into it.

Kieran’s eyes popped open as the thickness of the shake hit the back of his throat. He swallowed instinctively; the weight of it above him seeming to force him to swallow more and more. Perhaps he was going to be good at this: a natural. But after only a few more moments, the scale of the task before him seemed to hit home. The funnel was full and Aaron still had even more in the container.

“Keep swallowing,” Aaron whispered seductively. “I know it’s not easy the first time, but this is how we turn you into one of my fat piggies.”

Kieran moaned, his struggles seeming to melt away. He swallowed and swallowed, wanting nothing more than to be a fat pig for Aaron. He could tell by the soothing comments that Aaron was whispering into his ear that he was doing better. All of Aaron’s many followers would see this. He could feel the flask being filled more, but it didn’t matter. He could do this.

“Three thousand calories… just like that!” Aaron declared victoriously to the camera once he was removing the funnel from Kieran’s mouth.

Kieran was dazed and confused, feeling like he might lose his balance from dizziness as he pulled his head forwards again. A tremendous burp came roaring up his throat, catching him entirely off-guard. This was it. With his bloated stomach and smiling feeder already pulling out a small tray of doughnuts for his dessert, he really was no better than all the other fatties he had got off to, watching them eat online. His new life had already started. And now nothing would ever be the same again.

“Fifteen pounds,” Kieran told Aaron a couple of weeks later as the man came over to see him. He knew he had done well. The arousal that he felt from having a feeder guide him had propelled him to follow every single piece of advice he had been given. The comments on the videos Aaron had posted were a huge motivator. He’d got off every night, gorging himself and checking in with Aaron on the phone; the man who seemed to know exactly what to say to him to expand his capacity; swelling his stomach up for even greater amounts of food.

Aaron still made him stand on the scales to confirm everything. “Good,” he nodded, gaziing down at Kieran’s chest and feeling along the faded abs, squeezing the budding flesh that was building at his sides. “How does it feel?” he asked.

“Amazing,” Kieran responded emphatically. Having been so lean, he hadn’t anticipated how much he would notice the early gains. However, he could feel it all, like sludge, sliding onto his toned body like a slow, erotic invasion.

“These early pounds are crucial,” Aaron explained, patting Kieran on his slightly thicker rear. “Sometimes pretty boys like you can panic when they see the changes happening. We’re going to hit you hard and fast with the gains so you don’t have time to overthink things and second guess yourself.”

“I won’t second guess myself,” Kieran promised. However, he trusted Aaron’s judgement implicitly. He had no idea how many guys the sexy feeder had done this to; how many he was still doing this to during the days when Kieran didn’t see him. But when Aaron spoke, he exuded the expertise of someone who had fattened hundreds of horny boys just like him over many, many more years than his youthful appearance would have suggested.

“This is the thickening stage,” Aaron noted, still exploring Kieran’s body. “The fat isn’t really showing itself yet. But it will do,” he stated, pulling out his cell phone to take more pictures.

“I can’t wait!” Kieran cried, feeling relaxed enough now to stroke his hardness in front of Aaron.

Aaron grinned, thoroughly encouraging it. He switched his cell phone to record. “Hey guys. Here’s an update on my newest piggy. He’s up fifteen pounds already!” he chuckled, taking the camera on a tour of Kieran’s body, even as he touched himself. “As you can see, it’s making the porker pretty fucking horny!” he teased, allowing the camera to focus in on just Kieran’s hardness. “Are you going to get huge for me, Piggy?” the feeder called from behind the camera.

Kieran nodded and cried out in obedience. Touching himself had never felt this intense before.

“He’s a good pig!” Aaron told his viewers. “His gains aren’t really showing yet, but if you follow me around here…” he explained, taking the camera behind Kieran’s back and getting down on his knees so that his camera was level with Kieran’s butt. “This is where the big changes are happening so far,” the feeder chuckled, tapping Kieran’s glutes and allowing the slight flutter to be seen on camera. “Brand new, beautiful blubber, guys!” he exclaimed, even puckering up to kiss it on screen for all his followers.

After that, Kieran ate like never before. He’d never wanted to get fat as much as he did now. It was in that moment he realised satisfying his kinks was only ever going to make them stronger. He’d started something that he couldn’t and wouldn’t ever stop. Fat was his only future.

Kieran didn’t know whether he had fallen in love with Aaron, but he ate for him with an awe and determination to make the feeder proud. Pretty soon it was happening too. The swell of his stomach became more extreme. There was a softness beneath the surface of the skin and, for the first time ever, his clothes started to stretch unflatteringly across his torso. Kieran could gaze for hours at himself in the mirror, admiring the changes, as if he wanted to document and acknowledge each and every one. He never came quite as hard as he did when Aaron was there; his large hand clasped over his mouth, holding in something deliberately fattening as his orgasm blossomed into the most intense feeling imaginable. The names Aaron called him; oh those names! He was a pig; he agreed with that entirely.

It was hard to know what was so arousing to Kieran as he walked around in clothes that became too small. Perhaps it was that feeling of exposure as he strutted around the supermarket, filling up his cart with the fattening items Aaron had instructed him to buy every couple of days. He remembered the first time he felt the beginnings of a rippling jiggle through his stomach, the cool air reaching under his t-shirt to caress the softening skin that was bulging over the waistband of his shorts. Whether he was right or not, he felt like the eyes of every person were upon him. He felt almost naked, with the forty pounds he had amassed spreading across his body and squeezing its way out of his clothes. Sometimes, just the thought of that would make him breathless with lust, only fuelling the appetite he had no problem in indulging.

He’d started upgrading his clothes; not because he wanted to, but because Aaron had insisted that he needed to start thinking long-term. “This isn’t some little holiday gain,” he explained, grabbing as much of the fat as he could that was starting to build around Kieran’s waist. “I know you’re clinging on to the old clothes because it’s arousing to feel the difference. But, I need my fatty to be comfortable too. How else is he going to overeat for me?”

Kieran nodded, observing the marks and dimples his tight clothes had left in his skin from a full day at work. Aaron was right. Sweatpants were indeed going to be his saviour.

It was a few weeks later when Aaron asked Kieran to meet him at a bar one Friday night. Kieran had been horny all day, waiting for the time to arrive. Against Aaron’s sage advice, Kieran allowed himself the luxury of dressing himself in a shirt that hadn’t fitted for some time. It stretched across his torso, exposing the rounded pauch that he had developed over many months of overfeeding himself. He could see the way people were looking at him and he struggled to maintain his usual stride, knowing how tight his pants were around his freshly plumped rear. Aaron was already stood at the bar ordering a drink when he entered, but he laughed slyly and grinned as he saw the ridiculous sight of Kieran walking towards him.

“Enjoying yourself? You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, Fatso?” the feeder asked, immediately calling Kieran out on his kinky reasons for dressing so outlandishly. He circled around him, taking in the view of him entirely. “Jeez! That cute little ass has been destroyed!” he chuckled, seeing the bloated, widened glutes pushing against the fabric of Kirean’s tight pants.

“Where are you taking me tonight?” Kieran asked, feeling the butterflies of excitement in his portly stomach.

“Right now, we’re having a drink here,” Aaron stated, passing over a couple of shots that he had ordered. “I need to get you pumped and ready for the next part of your training.”

Kieran threw his shot back and was handed another. He trusted Aaron completely and couldn’t help the arousal of knowing that something new was about to happen to him.

Twenty minutes later, Aaron was leading Kieran into a building across the street from the bar. He grinned, opening the door for the bloated gainer and led him into the elevator. “Where are we going?” a tipsy Kieran asked, knowing that this wasn’t Aaron’s apartment building.

“Just be patient,” Aaron whispered, feeling Kieran’s chubby butt now they at last had a little privacy. Then, when the doors slid open again, he carried on striding ahead, leading him to the door of an apartment that Aaron already had the key for. “Piggy! I’m here!” he cried out loudly, even before the door had shut behind them. “I hope you’re hungry!”

Confused and alarmed, Kieran followed Aaron into the living area and breathed in sharply as he saw the back of a very large, shirtless man staring into his TV.

“Hey, Mike!” a sweet Aaron called, bending down to kiss the enormous, easily five hundred pound man, sliding his hands all over the gigantic belly that filled his lap. “Did you miss me?”

Looking closer, Kieran began to recognise the man. He’d seen him many times on gainer sites over the years. He had no idea that he lived right here in the city though; nor that Aaron had had any part to play in the massive weight gain he had experienced over that time.

“I brought one of my new piggies tonight,” Aaron explained, pulling Kieran closer so that the fat man could see. “This is Kieran. He’s pretty small still, but I’m making progress,” he smiled, patting Kieran on his softer butt.

“Hi… Mike” Kieran mumbled, suddenly embarrassed. Only a minute before he had felt like a gigantic, fat whale. Yet, now standing in front of such a large and perfect example of obesity, he suddenly felt himself shrinking back down to reality. How ridiculous had it been to dress up his meagre gains in such tight clothes when, in all honesty, his weight was nothing more than average.

“Kieran is going to be feeding you tonight,” Aaron declared, making the fat man’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

“I am?” Kieran asked, equally surprised. “But, I’m a gainer, not a feeder.”

“You say that like there’s a difference!” Aaron laughed. “In order to become the best gainer for me, you have to learn how to feed as well. You really think it’s easy fattening up all my little pigs? There’s a lot of skill to it. And that’s something you’re going to start learning tonight.”

Kieran now understood why Aaron had met him at the bar first. He’d dreamed for years about getting fat for someone, but had never really considered being a feeder himself. Before he knew it, Aaron had surrounded them both with the mountains of food that had been left out in the kitchen for the evening.

“How long have you been gaining?” the fat man asked, trying to make connversation with his new feeder for the night.

“A few months,” Kieran replied, mindlessly rubbing his stomach.

Kieran abruptly snapped his fingers. “We’re not here to talk about you tonight, Kieran. Tonight is all about Mike and getting HIM fatter.”

“Oh,” Kieran mumbled, seeing that Aaron had sat himself down on a chair and was listening to everything they were saying. The soft light on his face made him look so devastatingly handsome. There was no way that anyone could resist him. Compliance was the only option.

“Less talk, more eating…” Aaron nodded down at the food.

Kieran felt flustered, but he nodded regardless. “Well… what do you want to eat first?” he asked Mike.

A loud huff came from Aaron and his hands flew up in frustration. “Just get on with it!” he ordered. “Look at the fat pig! Do you really think it matters what you push into his greedy mouth first?”

Kieran nodded and picked something up, pressing it to Mike’s mouth. The greedy man’s lips parted and he took a large bite, almost taking the tips of Kieran’s fingers with it. Perhaps it was the sheer size of the man, or the many years of training he had undoubtedly endured, but Kieran had never seen an appetite like it. Besides the periods of more intense chewing, it was almost difficult to keep up with him.

“Don’t forget those liquid calories…” Aaron pointed to the gainer shake on the side. “Lubricate his throat to keep him eating for you.” He continued interjecting throughout, instructing Kieran of the best ways to ensure Mike was fed in a rapid and productive manner.

“He says he’s too full,” Kieran finally grumbled, exasperated as Mike no longer opened his mouth as he delivered food to him.

“And, do you believe him?” Aaron asked.

Kieran stared down at the large fat man. He could see the pain of the stuffing etched on his face. A pain he knew only too well. “I don’t know,” he shrugged.

“Then how are you going to find out?” Aaron pressed again.

Kieran considered. It was a good question: one that he didn’t know the answer to. He thought back, placing himself in Mike’s position and the many times he had been fed by Aaron. What had Aaron done when he hit the food wall?

“Oh, come on… I know you can eat more,” Kieran began, offering his most soothing of tones. He stroked Mike’s enormous gut and grabbed a handful of it, jiggling the flesh to remind the man of how far he had come. “Don’t you want to grow fatter for me?”

Mike’s eyes grew more misty and lustful. He nodded.

“Don’t you want to be the biggest, fattest piggy for Aaron too?” Kieran asked next.

Again, Mike nodded, and when Kieran next lifted the tasty treat to his lips, the fat man took it with a renewed sense of purpose. He continued for a surprising length of time, taking on far more calories than Kieran would have expected. Then, when even that momentum started to dwindle, Kieran reached under the gut and grabbed the man’s hardness, rubbing up and down the shaft, making him moan and relax even further; allowing him to push even more food into him.

When Mike finally came, Kieran suddenly realised that Aaron had been quiet for some time. He turned to see his feeder, wondering whether he would be displeased at him for letting Mike come before every last item had gone. But Aaron simply smiled, raised both hands and began clapping slowly. “Good work,” he cried, seeming to be as equally proud of himself as he was the two men he had trained. His dick was out and he had clearly been stroking himself the whole time he had been watching. “Oh, look… “ he smiled, getting up from his seat and pushing Kieran down onto the couch. “...It looks like there’s even some leftovers for you,” he teased, reaching for the first item he wanted to feed him.

Kieran sat there, delighted with himself. He now had a greater sense of how he could be a better gainer for Aaron. And it was a lesson he was never going to forget.

Kieran almost wished that he didnt get so aroused when people in his everyday life commented on his gains. His tummy had been quietly building for months, but the moment the fat started spreading into his face and neck, it was as if the floodgates had opened. He had crossed some invisible line of tolerance that his family had had, seeing him piling on the pounds and saying nothing. Now they used all the words that Aaron had been deploying for months to make him climax: fat, greedy, disgusting, pig. No matter who was saying it, he felt the blood rushing into his groin each time one came up, no matter how well dressed up they had been in speeches about their concern for him and his health. He’d spend hours on the phone with Aaron detailing each one; the horny stud finding them as equally arousing and stimulating as Kieran did. He’d use them all, sending them back to him like a boomerang, ammunition to keep on eating.

“Remember that time your step dad called you a greedy pig when you took your shirt off at the family barbecue?” he’d tease. “Imagine what he’s going to be thinking the next time he sees you; especially now your tits are coming in!”

Oh, how it all got Kieran going! Aaron had a skill, making Kieran picture in his mind what others must think of him now he’d edged his way towards becoming obese. He’d point out the changes in his body that even Kieran had failed to notice and, just by talking to him, Kieran found his dreams and fantasies becoming more and more extreme.

“Piggy!” cried Aaron, letting himself into Kieran’s new apartment with his own key some time later. “I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.”

Kieran looked around guiltily. He’d got hungry waiting for Aaron to arrive and had already made a start on some of the snacks he had laid out for Aaron to feed him. But as he looked, he could see that the sexy feeder was not alone. He was standing by another handsome, strong looking guy who looked awkwardly around; like he hadn’t anticipated being there that evening.

“This is Dillon,” Aaron explained, introducing his buddy. “He’s a wanna-be feeder,” he smiled, placing his big hand over Dillon’s rugged shoulder and squeezing affectionately. “He wants to learn from the best and I’m throwing him in at the deep end tonight. You’re going to be his first ever piggy.”

“Is this the guy from your videos?” Dillon marvelled, moving over to get a look at Kieran. “I can’t believe it!” he cried, seeing the large, spreading belly that had sprouted on Kieran’s body.

“Yeah, he’s doing pretty good, huh?” Aaron nodded, reaching across to jiggle one of Kieran’s nipples. “He used to be a swimmer, you know?”

“Yeah, I know…” Dillon nodded, looking for all the world like he was in the presence of a celebrity. “I just didn’t think…” he mumbled. “I mean… he’s even fatter in real-life!”

“Thanks,” Aaron smiled, accepting the compliment for Kieran. “I’ve been playing around a lot with his diet these last few weeks and it seems to be making a real difference.” He reached down again, grabbing a wedge of Kieran’s stomach fat and jiggling it. “Have a feel,” he instructed Dillon. “He’s one of the softest pigs I’ve got at this size. It’s just pure fat.”

Dillon did as he was told, reaching down and jiggling; the bulge in his crotch evident for all to see.

“He’s a good pig, this one. He’ll be a great first feed for you. He’s got a big appetite and is as kinky as they come,” Aaron explained to the new feeder.

Kieran smiled. It wasn’t often that he heard Aaron comparing him to his other pigs and hearing him do so then was incredibly thrilling. When Dillion was finally ready to take the reins, he gladly submitted for him. But even if Aaron hadn’t said this was Dillion’s first time feeding someone, Kieran could easily have worked it out. He was slow and cautious, too busy watching Kieran eat, not thinking about what should be next or the order to feed everything to him. Aaron called out a lot from the sidelines, getting more and more frustrated as Kieran sat there, greedily waiting for the next items to be ready for him.

“He’s going to be thirsty by now…” Aaron reminded Dillion several times. “Remember to reward him…” he cried. “What is he?”

“He’s a fat pig,” Dillon answered Aaron.

“So, why don’t you tell him so?” Aaron sighed, getting exasperated.

“You’re a fat pig!” Dillon shot next, but the speed and comedy of the situation only made Kieran laugh, even despite himself. Dillon seemed so young and inexperienced; unused to the ways of feeding. He was cute and simple in a way that Aaron was not, with an innocence behind those big eyes. He removed his shirt, trying to make the situation sexy again, revealing his chiselled torso; the result of many years of material arts training. But, not long after, Aaron had pushed him aside, taking over the feeding entirely and ensuring that Kieran was left completely and utterly stuffed by someone who actually knew what they were doing.

Even with his failures, it was obvious that Dillon had enjoyed himself. Kieran got the impression that it certainly wouldn’t be the last time Aaron would be using him to train new feeders - and that was a very exciting prospect.

Sometimes it was hard for Kieran to keep up with just how large and flabby his body was getting. He’d catch himself in the mirror sometimes; his breath being sucked straight into his chest as he took in the fat man staring back at him. One hundred pounds of pure fat had altered him beyond most casual aquantainces’ recognition, but the next fifty was transforming him even more. Fat building on top of fat had created the most remarkably soft form. His hips had swelled outwards and his nipples sank lower as his chest filled with lard. His old paunch had swollen into a blubbery gut that seemed to smile in his lap. His arms were now taking on the brunt of the excess weight, getting flabbier and softer with each added pound. His double chin was only growing more pronounced, swallowing his jawline entirely and spreading around his neck to create a wedge of fat at the back of his head.

Kieran had always imagined himself feeling satisfied by this point. Obesity had long come for him, yet he still wanted more. There were still goals he wanted to achieve; getting too fat for some clothes stores, breaking a chair, needing a seatbelt extender on a flight. He confessed each of these to Aaron, who recycled them over and over again as connon fodder to make him eat even more for him. The videos Aaron was posting of him online were getting an insane number of views. It seemed like everyone wanted to see him grow ever fatter and let the hunky Aaron fuck him hard and rough. So, who was he to object to such alluring feedback?

Kieran thought he recognised the fresh face as he walked into the office that day. He’d met the new recruit somewhere before; he knew he had. He held out his hand to offer a handshake, then watched as the guy’s face immediately flushed red.

“My desk is just over there if you need anything. My name is Kieran by the way,” he smiled.

“Yeah…” the guy squirmed awkwardly. “Thanks. I’m… Dillon.”

In an instant Kieran remembered the fresh-faced, timid feeder that Aaron had brought over all those months ago. However, the man standing before him now had definitely undergone quite the transformation. Kieran thought back to the tight, chiselled body of the martial arts guy that he had met. Since that time, it was clear that Dillon had been transitioning away from that physique for some time. He sported an obvious paunch, with fat filling his handsome face and absorbing the masculine jawline that he had once had. He looked strong, with large shoulders that had hunched slightly forwards, yet his pecs had grown pointed and softer looking beneath his shirt. His waist was thick, as if there was still a lot of muscle in his torso, now enshrouded by a great layer of fat that encircled him entirely. His gut seemed to sit higher than most men’s, as if it was building into somethign that could one day turn into the most tremendous of spherical balls. His butt too, though strong-looking and beefy, was obviously wider and fatter, filling his pants admirably well.

“Oh, Dillon… of course!” Kieran chuckled, looking around the office, feeling somehow delighted that his kinky exploits were even finding him here, in work: the one place he had managed to leave untouched. “You…uh, look a little different to the last time I saw you…” he grinned.

Dillion rubbed at his stomach, clearly embarrassed, looking around to ensure that no one else was listening in to their conversation. “Yeah… I know,” he grunted, seeming displeased. “It just sort of happened,” he whispered.

Kieran smirked, raising his eyes skeptically. “A fat gut like that doens’t just ‘happen’ overnight!” he teased.

“Don’t talk so loud!” Dillon grumbled through his teeth. “It’s my first day. I don’t want everyone to know about this…”

Kieran leaned in closer. “I think they know you’re overweight, Dillon. It’s not exactly a secret when your ass is that big!” But, seeing the embarrassment on the guy’s face, Kieran relented and headed back to his desk. From there, he could see Dillon all day long, providing an amusing distraction to his tedious schedule. He smiled and chuckled to himself, as their eyes met multiple times throughout the afternoon, especially when Kieran rummaged in his desk drawers for the highly calorific snacks he made sure he had every hour or so in order to keep his gains coming.

Once the day was over and everyone was leaving, Kieran caught Dillon as he was heading out the doors, steering him in the direction of the bar next door, whether he liked it or not.

“Sorry if I was a bit snappy with you earlier,” Dillon sighed, slowly spinning the straw of his juice between his thumb and finger. “I just… wasn’t expecting to see someone I knew in my new job.”

“It’s not that much of a big deal, surely? We only met once,” Kieran scoffed. “I’m just the first guy you fed… that’s all.”

Dillon looked up sheepishly. “You’re the only guy I’ve ever fed,” he grumbled back. “Aaron said I was hopeless at it. He says I’ve got a lot to learn before I ever try doing something like that again.”

Kieran smirked to himself; everything suddenly slotting into place. He could smell one of Aaron’s cons a mile off. “So… let me guess… Aaron told you the best way to learn about how to feed someone was to let them do it to you first?”

Dillon shrugged. “Something like that,” he admitted. “There’re a few of us wanting to learn how to feed guys properly and Aaron has got us all practising on each other. When I’m ready, I’ll be able to have a go at it as well,” he smiled cheerfully. “But this…” he pointed at his bloated stomach. This is just a thyroid problem.”

Resisting the urge to laugh, Kieran managed to keep a straight face as he admired Dillon’s sweet naivity. “It’s really not, you know. I’m afraid… you’ve been fattened up, very much deliberately. You do realise that this is probably just another of Aaron’s games, right?”

Kieran looked on with sympathy. He got the sense that Dillion already knew everything he was saying, but had yet to fully admit any of it to himself.

“None of my clothes fit,” Dillon simply said next.

“They won’t do,” Kieran nodded sympatheitcally. “Aaron will have seen to that. He has a way of enabling people to put on weight. I mean, if you’d have told me a couple of years ago that Aaron would have me actively eating towards four hundred pounds, I’d have thought you were crazy!”

“Four hundred?” Dillon gasped. “You’re going to be enormous!”

Kieran smirked. It was nice to talk about this with someone other than Aaron. “I sure am!” he grinned excitedly. “Another few months and you wouldn’t have been able to recognise me!”

Dillon’s look was one of excitement; just like it had been the night they had first met and he had got to touch Kieran’s fat for himself. “My older cousin called me a fat pig the other day,” he sighed.

Kieran laughed. He didn’t really know why. Perhaps it was just the innocent way Dillon said it. “And… um, how did that make you feel?” he asked, trying his best to remain approachable. Then, when Dillon was slow to respond, he asked. “Did it turn you on at all?”

Dillon grimmanced. “I don’t want it to…” he mumbled with embarrassment.

Now Kieran really couldn’t help laughing. “I don’t think that’s something you can necessarily control. I’ve found out so much about what turns me on since I started gaining,” he went on, trying his best to show Dillon how much he related to him. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed about any of it.”

Dillon smiled. “Maybe you could help me… embrace this a little more?” he asked timidly.

“We’re going to be working in the same office together. I have a feeling our paths may cross from time to time. So… yeah, I think I could definitely do that,” Kieran smiled.

Dillon’s sweet face lit up once more.

“So, you really haven’t fed anyone since me?” Kieran asked, still finding that fact perplexing.

Dillon shook his head.

“Would you like to? I mean, I don’t have any plans this evening…”

“Yes!” Dillon nodded back enthusiastically. “I mean, I’d really like that… especially now I know you’re heading for four hundred.” He wriggled in his seat, like a man who had just got an instant boner that he didn’t know what to do with.

“If your cousin thinks you’re a fat pig, just wait until he gets a look at me!” Kieran joked.

Dillon smirked at the idea. “That would definitely help me out a bit,” he nodded, patting his rounded stomach. Already, the pair of them were feeling like they were going to be spending a lot more time together.

“Evening, Piggies!” Aaron called out, entering the apartment in much the same way as he always did. “I certainly hope I’m interrupting something,” he grinned, seeing a large, pot-bellied Dillon spoon-feeding very sloppy looking ice cream into an overfed, three hundred and seventy pound Kieran; his jiggly softness having taken over and shrouded every part of his body in softness; building at long last into his shoulder blades and drooping from his arms.

“Go away, Aaron!” Dillon grumbled impatiently, trying to concentrate on scooping out every last drop of the melted ice cream. “Tonight is our anniversary. We’re spoiling each other.”

“I thought as much!” Aaron grinned, throwing himself down on the chair to watch voyeristically. “Don’t forget to feed Kieran the…” he began.

“I know!” Dillon grumbled back. “I do have some idea about what I’m doing! I have put almost seventy pounds on Kieran since we got together, you know!”

“And all while remaining so impeccably slim yourself!” Aaron shot back sarcastically, smirking at Kieran and loving how enormous both of his former pigs were getting. “I wonder who will be eating that giant cheesecake?” he teased, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be Kieran, who had never liked them. “I also heard that there was an incident at a cafe the other day… something about you breaking some little old chair?” he smirked, leaning over to poke Dillon in his wide, heavy rear; so beautifully out of shape!

“You told him?” Dillon sighed at Kieran.

“It was pretty fucking hot,” Kieran explained by way of admission. “Your first chair!”

Dillon gave a slight smirk. He’d never dare admit in front of Aaron how much it all turned him on to see himself growing. His large, ball-bellied shape, so much different, but no less appealing than his extremely doughy and jiggly boyfriend.

“Are you staying for something to eat?” Kieran asked his former feeder, who suddenly seemed to be checking his cell phone.

“No…sorry fatties. Looks like I just got a much better offer!” he smiled, standing up to leave again.

“A feeder’s job is never done, huh?” Kieran laughed, quietly relieved that he would have some alone time with his boyfriend once more.

“I don’t know about that so much…” Aaron grinned turning back to look at the pair of them; two fumbling fatsos, so much in love and awe of each other. “Sometimes a feeder’s job is most definitely done!” he smirked, turning his broad back on them and leaving to pursue his next great adventure.

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dangowon · 1 year

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title » boyfriend hcs !

pairing » nishimura riki x gn!reader

requested? » no

genre » fluff

word count » 0.8k

a/n » first post <3 ni-ki has been bias wrecking me so much lately (when is he not tbh) so i thought i'd make this ! there might be grammar issues or typos since i did write this at like 1 am, so i apologise.

✧ well.. you sure are in for a ride if you're dating this boy.

✧ he quite literally lives to tease you. due to his immense height, he likes to purposefully keep things out of your reach just so that you'll ask him for help. he'll pretend to lean in to kiss you and then move away at the last second, proceeding to laugh at your annoyed face and calling you cute.

✧ when you've been too busy to give him attention, he'll whine like giant toddler and pester you until you finally kiss him. he'll do this even more if you've been neglecting him in favour of someone else, even if it's just someone you partnered up with for a school project.

✧ as much of a headache (affectionate) he can be sometimes, he's also the cutest boyfriend ever.

✧ one of his main love languages is definitely physical touch, and although he can be shy about it at first, once he gets comfortable with you, he will never stop clinging onto you.

✧ he gives you cheek kisses all the time; when he's greeting you, when he's saying goodbye, and even sometimes randomly during a conversation. he just can't help himself, "you're too kissable," is what he says as an excuse.

✧ he could never live without cuddling you honestly. sometimes he invites you over to the dorm or comes over to your place just to nap in each other's arms. he pretends like he's disgusted at the idea of being the little spoon but once you do it, he's obsessed. he definitely doesn't mind being the big spoon, though.

✧ back hugs are his favourite type of hugs. he'll do it when you're distracted to surprise you, when you're in the middle of a conversation with someone else, when you're cooking, whenever you're standing in general honestly.

✧ when he hugs you from behind, he'll place his head on your shoulder and he fully expects you to play with his hair or turn to the side and kiss him, no matter what you're doing.

✧ you wearing his clothes is a one-way ticket to see him being all mushy and lovesick. he tries to act like it doesn't affect him when you wear his hoodies, but you just look so adorable in it even though you're practically drowning in the fabric that he can't help but smile in a lovestruck daze.

✧ his other love language is quality time. he loves going out with you; to places you've never been to before and even to places that might seem mundane to other people. you want to go on a walk? he'll come with you. you need to go buy something? he'll go too. you need to study? suddenly he's a hardworking student who needs to study as well.

✧ he loves to spend time with you, no matter what you're doing. your presence is so comforting to him and if he can't go with you somewhere (in which case he'll be sulky), he'll text you while you're away.

✧ it might seem overbearing in retrospect but he really just loves it when you're around him. he understands that sometimes you need space and he respects that, he needs space sometimes too, but most of the time you'll find him clinging onto you.

✧ for your first anniversary, as much as he wanted to give you flowers, he quickly scratched that idea because he wanted something that you could keep forever, and that was when the perfect idea hit him: lego flowers !

✧ it would probably take him a while to finish building the set, but once he's done he would be so proud of himself and would present them to you with his cute little boxy smile. 100% would combust if you kept them on your desk or on your bedside table.

✧ arcade dates with him are so cute. he insists on winning you prizes and gets you so many plushies from the crane games that you're not even sure you'll have enough space in your room for them all.

✧ he adores street food and he adores you as well, so obviously street food dates with him are a no-brainer. he even blows on your food before feeding it to you himself so that you don't burn your tongue.

✧ matching keychains with him ! he doesn't really like over-the-top couple items, but matching keychains are a cute and simple way to show off your relationship while also being discreet.

✧ he wants you to be there when he practises dancing, mostly because he wants to show off and look cool in front of you, but it's also because whenever you're there, he finds himself performing better — just for you.

✧ ni-ki is young, and he's most definitely not sure what awaits him in his future, but if there's one thing he's sure about, then it would be that he hopes you'll be there with him even as you both grow older, with you in his arms just like always.

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boliv-jenta · 1 year

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Joel Miller x f!reader smut. Inspired by this comment by @miss-mandalorian

Dressing Up

"You have got to be shitting me!" Ellie's voice rang out through the partially dilapidated store.

Joel cracked a smile in your direction. Things between them hadn't been great. They wouldn't talk about why. It's wasn't your business to ask but you couldn't just let it go on.

A week ago you came out this way on patrol and stumbled across this place. As well as it reawakening your own long forgotten obsessions, you knew Ellie would love it. Maybe her happiness would soften her towards Joel. She had practically fallen over herself to get inside when she saw the comic book store. Once inside she only grew more excited. Forgetting herself she even grabbed Joel's arm to drag him over to her favourite comics. "Look at all these! They're all perfect. They were kept in these little bags. Weird but so fucking cool."

Half an hour later, Ellie had finally found the keys to the backroom. You and Joel had raided the food section while you waited. Joel had even found some coffee. It was Japanese, with a animie character on the front, but it was coffee.

"Check this out!" Ellie appeared from behind the counter. Well, it sounded like Ellie. It looked like a character from one of her Savage Starlight comics.

"Endure and Survive!" It shouted as it leaped from one side of the counter to the other. When it slipped making another leap, it removed it's mask and return it it's Ellie form.

"You guys, there's toys and costumes. We need to take some back for the kids. They'll go apeshit. There's grown up costumes too! Did you ever dress up?" She sat on the counter eagerly awaiting your response.

"Once or twice." You smiled at the memory of comic cons past.

"Joel?" She asked. He seemed surprised and relieved to be included in the conversation.

"Nope. This wasn't my thing." He told her.

"You never dressed up at Halloween for…fun." Ellie caught herself before she mentioned Sarah.

"No. I have never dressed up. For anything." Joel firmly shook his head.

Ellie shot you a look before scrambling to get to the backroom.

"Looks like you are dressing up." You teased him.

"No, I'm not." He came to stand by your side. His arm pressed against yours. Showing affection when Ellie was around was still relatively new. He'd wanted to keep things between you private. His fingers just began to lace with yours when she appeared with a few costumes in her arms.

"Here." Ellie grinned triumphantly. She was so pleased with herself, she completely missed the little squeeze Joel gave your hand before he moved forward.

Humouring her, he sifted through the bags. There was a blue alien, some sort of space pirate complete with metal eyepatch, the last one was some sort of space armour.

"Hunter." He heard you breathe as he got to the space armour. He didn't miss the slight flush on your cheeks but he pretended to.

"What even are these?" He asked Ellie.

"This guy is a trader." She pointed to the blue alien. "This guy." She pointed to the space pirate. "Is a morally ambiguous space bandit and this guy…" She pointed to the metal looking suit. "...is a mysterious bounty hunter."

"What makes him so mysterious? The mask?" Joel prodded, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"Kind of. He never takes it off, not even the girl that loves him has seen his face. No one knows his name. They just call him Hunter because, you know, bounty hunter. In the newer comics he has to help this kid and everyone sees that he's not just a skilled killer, he's really a good guy…it was a fun arc." Ellie grinned at recalling the comic Joel had climbed down a hole in the floor, into a basement to get for her.

Even though he was distracted by the smile Ellie was finally giving in his direction he saw the blush on your face spread further.

"So who did you dress up as?" She turned her attention to you.

"Erm…a character from a vampire show and…er…Captain Annabelle Croft." You avoided Joel's quizzical gaze.

"Hunter's girlfriend?" Ellie chucked before jumping off of the counter and shoving the Hunter costume into Joel's arms. She walked off laughing to grab some decades old comic book themed candy.

It was Joel's turn to blush. He opened his mouth to say something before the sound of Clickers cut him off.

The warm water of Joel's shower was just what you needed after having to climb through two buildings to pick of the last of the infected this morning. Luckily, the comic book store was only a short ride from Jackson. It was on the patrol route of a couple of older guys who just didn't get the significance of it. It was only when Tommy asked you to cover that you found out about it. Climbing out of the tub, you made your way to Joel's room in your bath robe. Ellie had made it suspiciously clear that she wouldn't be near the house tonight so you left your things on his bed.

The door to Joel's room was open, you know you left it closed so he must have been in there. When it was clear he wasn't still there you began to undo your robe.

"Don't move." Joel's voice gritted out behind you.

"What?" His direction confused you. Your body instantly reacted, it froze in place, your breathing slowed, your ears searched for sounds of infected. Your mind knew you were safe here.

"I have orders to bring you in dead or alive." Joel continued.

That was the point when you turned around to come face to face with Hunter. The laughter that peeled out of you was uncontrollable. Joel's own laughter, muffled as it was, joined it. Removing the mask he smiled at you. "That sound was definitely worth strapping all this on. It even got me an hour of no shit from Ellie. I might keep the suit."

Finally calming down, you took Joel in. The amour plates accentuated his muscle thighs, his solid chest and broad shoulders.

"Maybe you could keep it on for a little while longer." Your fingers traced lightly over his chest plate.

"You like it, huh?" He smirked.

Taking his hand, you removed his glove before pressing his hand between your legs.

"Oh, you really like it." He groaned against your neck as he pressed kisses to it while he slipped his fingers inside of you.

"Joel? Erm…helmet?" You blushed at your own request.

Thankfully, the helmet covered the shit eater grin he gave you. You were definitely going to hear about that later. With his fingers stretching you and his thumb on your clit, you didn't even care.

"Look at you. I bet you'd let me cuff you and take you back for the reward the King has for me, as long as I kept doing this. Dirty little thing." Joel teased.

Your inner fangirl squealed as your inner walls gripped him. Joel had actually learned about the character. In the comics he had met his love when she was a bounty he was assigned by the king of a small planet. He definitely didn't make her come on his fingers embarrassingly quickly in the comics.

Joel slipped his fingers out and under the rim of the helmet to lick them clean. "Maybe this is a better reward. You got anything else for me?"

The words were barely out when you were on your knees for him. The zip of his jumpsuit was down and his cock was in your mouth in seconds.

"Jesus!" Joel exclaimed. The helmet almost came off of his head at the speed of which he threw his head back.

"I take it back. The way you suck dick is worth more than any reward." He chuckled as he threaded his fingers into your hair. They rested there as your head bobbed up and down on his length. Your split rolling down over his balls made them easier to manipulate in your hands as you massaged them. Joel's gripped tightened as he urged you off of him.

"I want to feel that little pussy around my cock before I come." He helped you up as he spoke.

Not being able to kiss him was a little strange so you pressed a kiss to his ungloved hand.

"If I let you fuck this pussy with you let me go?" You asked, dropping your robe.

"I'll be honest. I don't know. I might just have to keep you for myself." He surged forward and grabbed you against his chest. You giggled as you turn him toward the bed. "Sit up, at the headboard."

He did as he was told before you straddled his lap. His groan echoed around his helmet as you sunk all the way down on to him.

"Maybe I should run. Then you'd have to catch me and cuff me." You panted as you began to ride him.

Joel picked up what your were putting down real quick. He grabbed you hands in his, holding them behind your back. He used his grip on you to help you bounce on him. The next few minutes were an intense mix of skin slapping on skin, the wet sound of Joel's girth sliding in and out and your collective moans as you rode him with all your worth. Joel did enough for you but Joel dresses as your favourite fantasy had you feral.

"I don't think I need to hold you. You ain't running anywhere. Not away from a fucking like this." He let go of your hands allowing you to grip his headboard and bouncing even harder on him.

"You want me to give up my bounty? Then you better come for me. Soak my cock." His dirty words were enough to push you over the edge you'd been balanced on pretty much since he entered you.

"Oh fuck, yes! You feel so good, Baby." He groaned as your pussy tried to milk him. "Oh shit." He pulled out, your hand joining his jerked him a few times before he shot his load. Some of it spurting as high as your breasts.

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Suddenly, he wrenched the helmet off his head. His face was flushed. His curls were drenched with sweat. It dripped down the sides of his face. "You had to have a thing for the guy with the helmet?!"

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #soft joel miller

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years

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Plenty of cuddles for everyone

Gender neutral reader

Requested by anon

This is probably inaccurate to how DID works, but after Ep 5, this was too good to not do.

♡♡♡

It was Steven who was in control right now. You had just spent the day together, and after getting back to his place, had cuddled up on the bed with the radio playing in the background. You had been talking about your favourite parts of the day, smiling at some of Steven’s antics, and thinking of where to go to next time.

You were sat with your back against the headboard and Steven’s head on your chest. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders, cradling him to you. While Steven had his arms draped around your torso. He could hear the thumping of your heart, and the vibrations of your laughter.

At one point you had chosen to run your fingers through his hair in a soothing motion. He had relaxed instantly as your massaged his scalp.

Knowing Steven felt so safe in your arms made you smile. Steven had been through a lot, and he deserved some love and affection. He had spent so much time alone, that you couldn’t imagine what that would be like. You promised Steven would always have you.

Marc. Well, he deserves love and affection too, but he’s often a bit stand off-ish with you. You always try to keep some space between you when he’s fronting. He looks out for you, sure, but he’s never been very affectionate with you.

No matter how much you just want to pull him into a hug and take away all his burdens. You want Marc to share his load, take it easy, and let you help.

“I really liked that food stall we stopped at,” Steven says, voice soft.

“Yeah, me too. We can go again next week, if you want to.”

Steven smiles.

“I’d love to.”

You continue to sit there with him in your arms, fingers running through his hair and listening to the music. The conversation dies down from here, but you’re both content and relaxed.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but after a while, Steven’s hold on you tightens and he buries his face into your shirt. You stop your hand and try to get a look at his face.

“Steven?”

He shakes his head. You look down at him confused.

“Steven? What’s the matter?”

“Don’t stop.”

You freeze. Not Steven. Marc. That’s Marc’s voice.

“Marc?”

“Don’t stop. Please...” He begs, not looking up at you.

Slowly, your hand return to his hair and doing exactly what you had been doing to Steven.

Marc’s arms tighten just a little more. He’s clinging to you. Eyes shut, hand gripping at your shirt, head tucked under your chin.

Your heart is racing and he can hear it.

Marc’s hold on you loosens up a bit and after a few more moments he looks up at you. You look at him with soft gentle eyes. You don’t say anything. You don’t have to.

He knows you know.

Marc took control because for once he didn’t need Steven to protect him from his pain. You made him feel safe and this is the safest he has felt in a long time.

You smile at him.

He doesn’t smile back, but you don’t need him to.

Planting a soft kiss to his forehead, you let him sink back into your arms again.

“Would you like to do something, Marc?”

“Maybe I could take you somewhere tomorrow...”

You smile. “I’d like that.”

For now though, Marc just wanted to be right here with you. Safe and happy. As he should be.

♡♡♡

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight #marvel #marvel moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #request

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hotchocolatewriting · 1 year

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You felt that, didn’t you?

When Hero woke up the room was still dark. Everything, except for the one candle burning at the other side of the iron bars. A soft orange glow filled the dark room and provided the only bit of light during the night. It had something cosy to it, even though everything else about the situation was not something you would call ideal. Hero had no idea what time it was and with Villain taking away their phone and smartwatch they wouldn’t be able to know either. They sighed and turned around pulling the blanket over their pounding head to keep the cold air away. They could feel their body shiver, their teeth clattering, but they didn’t give it too much attention. Villain somehow never really kept it warm in here, but then why would they? Hero was their prisoner and had been for weeks. There was no way out. Not one that Hero had managed to find at least and so the days passed by slowly but surely. Villain would visit them daily. Coming downstairs to give them the food they needed and bring them clean clothes. Sometimes Villain let them go upstairs to take a bath or a shower, but every single time they would be put back in the cell again. Escaping was impossible, even during those moments, because even though Villain would give them all the time and freedom in the world for their bath, they would wait outside and make sure there was nothing Hero could use.

The first week had passed without any words, most of the time Hero didn’t even know that Villain had been there. Other times they wondered what the villain was thinking about. But after that week some conversations had started. At least if that was what you wanted to call them. Their conversations had been short, defensive and with a lot of arguing. Hero had tried every single argument to get them to freedom, every single technique they knew to get Villain to think about letting them go. Over time Hero gave up and slowly they got to know each other. After two weeks Villain would carefully start to tell about their days and sometimes even share little bits about themselves. Hero learned about their dog and their love for tea and cooking. Villain in return learned about Hero’s favorite foods and book obsession. It took a while, but Villain seemed to like the company more and more. Short conversations turned into longer ones, sometimes even more than an hour with Villain sitting on the other side of the bars as both of them ate. Both of them enjoyed each others company and Hero had to admit that they had a lot in common. They loved the same movies, the same parts of the city and even though Villain had killed, somewhere they cared. Villain’s visits made sure that the days were less boring and sometimes Villain would look away from them with guilt written all over their face. "I'm sorry for keeping you here," they would say, but they wouldn't let Hero go. They never did. One day Hero had asked about the outside world. Were they still searching, did they even try. Villain had not looked at them and tried to ignore the question. “I have to know, Villain,” Hero had said. Villain had not immediately given an answer, keeping quiet and eventually saying they didn’t know. A day later they couldn’t hold it anymore. “I’m sorry, Hero. I have never seen anyone try.” At that moment, after all the effort that Villain had put into keeping the truth from them, Hero immediately knew that it wasn’t a lie. It had been one of the hardest things to hear and Hero hadn’t been able to hide that fact from Villain who had stayed with them all day to keep the tears away as best as they could. They had even made Hero’s favourite food to cheer them up. Hero turned again to watch the flame dance on it’s candle. Something shifted in the corner of their eye and Hero quickly found someone laying at the other side of the bars. No blanket, no mattress or pillow. Just someone sleeping on the ground, using their arm to sleep on. "Villain?" Hero asked, their voice hoarse and painful. All they were greeted with was a soft murmur. Hero smiled at seeing them asleep like that, but they couldn’t help but wonder why they would be there. Besides, it was cold and Villain slept on the ground without any blankets or pillows. "Villain, what are you doing?" Hero asked again, louder this time, their voice still cracking. Villain turned around and looked up at them. "Hm?" They asked while rubbing their eyes. Even their hair peaked out. "Why are you here?" "To keep an eye on you of course,” Villain exclaimed, “I was worried!" They got to their feet and opened the door to sit down at Hero's bedside. "Why? I've been here for weeks and nothing has happened." "But you fainted when I brought you back from the shower! You swayed on your feet and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Then I figured you were burning up and then you wouldn't wake up when I came back with cold water. I.. I thought you were dying!" Hero blinked surprised. Then a cold hand gently touched their forehead and Hero leaned into it. They hadn't realised their skin was so hot while they felt so cold. They couldn’t stop themselves from shivering still. "I'm fine," Hero muttered through clattering teeth, but they closed their eyes when Villain used the remote to turn the lights on. Their head felt like someone was testing their hammer on it. "You're not and we both know it," Villain said. They took a glass from the bedside table and held it in front of Hero. "Please drink some, I want you to be okay again." Hero thought about refusing. They weren’t thirsty or even hungry for that matter. But the pleading look in Villain's eyes made them reach out either way as they sat up. Their head was pounding even more and sitting up took a lot more effort than Hero thought at first. They were swaying, but Villain quickly threw their arm around them to keep Hero in place. How did they not realise that they felt so sick. "Do you need ice for your head? I couldn't catch you when you fell and you hit it quite hard." They looked away and added, "I already cooled it for about an hour when you were asleep, but I can imagine it still hurts." "You care way too much for an enemy," Hero said quietly. They shifted in place and could feel their muscles protest at the movement. Their body screamed for them to lay down again, to sleep. But they were so freezing cold that they weren’t sure if they could manage to sleep through the shivering. "I thought by now you would have figured it out," Villain said, a small but friendly smile playing around their lips. "Figured out what?" "I don't see you as my enemy, not anymore at least. I thought.. nevermind I dream too much. Just know I care and I want you to be okay." Hero nodded but inside they were trying to get their mind together. What did they mean? At least they didn't want them dead, but that was already known otherwise they wouldn't be here. But then again, Villain cared so much, way too much. "What time is it?" Hero asked, closing their eyes and holding a hand against their temple. They felt their heart beating with every painwave that went through their head. Villain shrugged. "I don't know, 3 am or so?" "And you're still here taking care of me?" "I don't care about the time. I will even bring you to the bath if that's what you want. I will stay here with you to make sure you're okay." A bath sounds nice, Hero thought. The warmth sounded even better. But Hero didn’t feel like drying themselves with a towel and being in the nice, calming warmth only to return to cold dark cell. "Warmth does sound nice," Hero said, turning their gaze towards Villain. "It's always cold here." "Sorry," Villain said quietly. "Didn't mean to." They took the glass over and put it back, helping Hero to lower themselves down. Hero closed their eyes again. Then they felt Villain’s hands underneath their back and legs, before they knew it Villain pulled them towards their chest. Hero yelped surprised, but Villain held them firmly. "It's okay, I will just bring you to my room. It's warmer there." "Sounds good," Hero mumbled, closing their eyes once again. Sweat was streaming down just beside their eye, but they were so cold that Villain’s body warmth almost felt like it was a nice burning fireplace. Hero could feel their head roll against Villain’s chest, but they didn't have the strength to move anymore or open their eyes. They felt the vibration of Villain’s soft chuckle, felt how their muscles and body were burning with pain now they had tried to move. Felt.. soft lips against their forehead before Villain lowered them down and tugged them in some warm covers. Hero's brain was too sleepy to work properly for a moment but they could hear Villain walking away. Warmth was slowly coming and not much later something even warmer was pressed against their chest, waking them up from their half sleep. "Warm water bottle," Villain said when Hero managed to open their eyes for a questioning look. "Sorry for waking you again." "I was awake," Hero said, their eyes closing, then opening again to see Villain’s shocked expression and the heat that had reached their cheeks but they said nothing. "I will let you sleep now," they said as they walked away. Hero hugged the warm water bottle, pressing it against their cold body. Villain had done everything to keep them warm. To help them feel better. "Stay." "What?” Villain asked, surprised. “Do you need anything else?" Their voice turned to worried again. Their eyes wandered over Hero, looking for any signs of pain. Anything that they might need. "Just stay,” Hero said. Villain nodded and quietly sat down at the edge of the bed. Hero took their hand in their own. They were so warm. Hero held their hand against their cheek, there it felt cool which reminded Hero that after all they were still burning up. "Sleep," Hero said, their voice soft. "Here. You're warm, nice." Hero could see them blushing again right before they turned their head away again to hide it. "I can't," Villain said. "Just do it, I'm cold." Villain shifted nervously, then sighed and lay down behind Hero. "You felt that kiss, didn't you." "Maybe I did."

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A Dangerous Game Ch 18

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, major alcohol consumption, more terrible coping skills, toxic exes, usual case work.

The next morning in DC was a bit of a whirlwind and Emily was kicking herself for sending the majority of her team off in the field, although the Dewald case was more of a need to know situation at this point. Her and Rossi, along with Will’s team and a SWAT team burst into both the warehouse and apartment Garcia had tracked down promptly at nine am. They found someone in the apartment, but it wasn’t Dewald, a potential new accomplice that they promptly brought in for questioning. They searched through the entire space, bagging up a couple of tablets, a laptop and a burner phone for Garcia to crack through. Over at the warehouse they found most of the more illegal stuff, a second laptop, surveillance equipment, souvenirs from previous killings, a fishing knife kit and a crate with two (thankfully alive) cats.

While it wasn’t as successful as Emily had been hoping, she knew that Garcia would be able to work her magic and find something that would lead them straight to him on the electronics. She gave the order to get everything over to the BAU asap so they could start searching.

Across the country you and Derek buckled up for another day of hell, him insisting that you at least get half a bagel into your stomach. You only agreed because he was withholding caffeine until you did so, grumbling as you finally got into the car. Shortly after lunch you were sent a blessing and Skylar was called away to an arraignment and you were finally able to slip from under her thumb and actually get some time out in the field following a couple of leads that had popped up that morning.

The next five days went on just like that while you continued to work the case. Derek watched as you struggled to continue treading water, barely managing to keep yourself above the surface. Skylar just got more and more under your skin with each moment you were forced to spend around her. Your resolve had started to crumble, where you once would get fiery, fight back, you started to just submit, agree that she was right, apologize and move onto something else. She somehow managed to corner you at least once a day if not more, catching you alone in an attempt to persuade you into dinner or drinks.

You knew the only reason you could still breathe was because Derek was being your life preserver, managing to slip into conversation, shutting down Skylar’s moves. Managing to track you down, saying your phone was ringing, or that he’d found something, or even that it was just time to go for the day. He let you have your space, alternating his running times from yours so you’d have some time in the hotel room to yourself, knowing each time he returned by the redness in your eyes you’d been crying. He never once scolded you or shamed you, never tried to wrestle a cigarette from your fingers or force you to leave the hotel bar. He was simply just there, making sure you were still afloat.

The two of you had managed to escape the precinct for lunch on Friday, Derek trusting your choice of a local diner that had been one of your favourite spots when you lived there. He was relieved when you were actually eating the burger you’d ordered, rather than just picking at the fries. Conversation was limited, mainly shooting ideas back and forth about the unsub, but you were finally perking up being away from Skylar and knowing you were close to closing your case. An alert in his phone went off, he glanced toward it and smiled before swiping it away.

“Savannah?” You asked over a bite of food.

“Nah, well, kinda. I have flowers delivered to her apartment every Friday, just the delivery notification.”

“Gross.” You groaned, rolling your eyes and he laughed.

“Hey, I never asked about the date with Maya, that was what? Two weeks ago? How’d it go?”

“Ugh…” you dropped your head into your hands, running them over your face.

“That bad?”

“No.” You huffed. It wasn’t Maya, and honestly the rest of that Friday had been wonderful. It was the aftermath in the following couple of days that seemed to all start that night. The last Friday you’d spent with Emily, the following one she’d sent you across the country. Thanks to your lack of sleep and focussing on the case, you hadn’t even realized it was Friday until Derek brought it up, “she was fine, cute, nice, we just didn’t mesh. And the restaurant? Geeze! Way too fancy.” Derek chuckled.

“I always tell her she goes too big on the first date.”

“Yeah? You should tell her to let her dates order for themselves.”

“Oh god.” He winced, “I thought she’d stopped doing that. She just likes to try and impress.”

“Not my style.”

“Noted.” He grinned at you and you rolled your eyes.

“If you’re about to say something about next time, I will shoot you right here in this booth.”

“Okay, okay.” He surrendered.

Your phone started buzzing on the table top and both your eyes glanced toward it as you reached for it, the conversation was brief and Derek watched your body tense while your free hand dug out your wallet before hanging up and turning to him.

“They spotted our guy, we’ve gotta go.”

That evening a very tired Derek returned to the hotel room, taking advantage of the alone time to soak in the shower and relish in the fact that you’d caught the unsub. It was only a matter of last minute paperwork in the morning before you could head back home. He tossed on some pyjamas, flicking on the tv as he cracked one of the beers he’d picked up on his way back. Settling against the headboard he got comfortable, picking up his phone and scrolling mindlessly for a bit, chatting with Savannah and the promise of weekend plans once he was home. End credits of the movie that had been playing began to roll across the screen and he shook out of his trance, picking up his phone again to dial Emily’s number.

“Prentiss.”

“Hey, sorry it’s late.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m still at the office.”

“You get your guy?”

“Unfortunately no.” She sighed, “Will’s got guys monitoring traffic cams, Garcia and I are going through mountains of tech we found during the raid. Wouldn’t be surprised if we’re here all night. You get your guy?”

“Yeah. Wilson did one hell of a job talking him down, I was impressed.”

“Can I talk to her for a sec?”

“She’s not here.” He replied and Emily sighed into the phone.

“You know, for an FBI agent she sure runs a lot at night.”

“Easier to clear your head before bed.” Derek offered with a chuckle, “but she’s uh… she’s out with Carver.”

“What?! Morgan! I told you to”—

“I know, I know. Carver’s been pestering her all fucking week about it, coffee, drinks, dinner, lunch, letting her drive her back to the hotel. It’s been a lot of pressure. Wilson said something to me about trying to distract herself cause it was Friday and then said to her, and I quote ‘if I say yes to one fucking drink will you leave me the fuck alone?’ She’s probably already back downstairs at the hotel bar.”

“Okay.” She let out a weary breath, “tell her I said good job when you see her? She hasn’t picked up her phone all week.”

“Yeah she thinks you’re still pissed about her little field trip.”

“I figured. Thanks for keeping an eye on her, I’ll see you guys Monday.”

“Yeah. Night.”

“Night.”

Emily hung up the phone with a groan, pocketing it and picking up the two mugs on the counter in front of her before winding her way through the halls of the BAU until she was entering Penelope’s bat cave.

“What can I help with?”

“You’re still here?” The blonde turned in her chair, a surprised expression on her face as she accepted the coffee.

“May as well distract myself with work.”

“Hey… just cause we didn’t catch him today doesn’t mean he got away. He’s still in the city, we’ve just gotta figure out where.”

“It’s not that.”

“What’s up buttercup? Derek said their case was an easy close.” Her head tilted in Emily’s direction who let out a sigh over the rim of her cup, choosing to ignore the blonde as she picked up a case file. Penelope let the silence take over, returning to the deep dive she was doing through Dewald’s phones. Three minutes later Emily finally spoke.

“Wilson’s out with her ex….”

“Okay, so?” Garcia raised a brow, “they’re out for a drink. Carver’s a toxic pos who hurt her like hell, who lives all the way across the country, and you my fine furry friend, live right here in DC. There’s a pretty big bonus in your column and some very large cons in hers. It’s one night, if they sleep together, they sleep together.”

“I don’t want them sleeping together!” Emily absolutely was jealous, she knew she was jealous, she could feel the burning in her gut, the similar burning that had been there all week, causing her one hell of an acid reflux flare up. And by the look on Penelope’s face, she knew it too.

“Hmm… looks like you’re finally admitting it to yourself. You know denial’s not a good colour on you.”

“I hate you sometimes, you know that?”

“You love me.” She grinned, leaning in to kiss the other woman’s forehead.

“Get back to work.” Emily scolded, pushing Penelope’s chair so she rolled back to her workspace with a small giggle.

“Alright boss.”

It was nearly one thirty when Derek heard something thump against the hotel room door, a slight fumbling of the door knob before the lock finally beeped and you tumbled into the room. You teetered a bit as you shoved off your shoes, dropping your coat and bag down onto a chair with a hiccup as you struggled to get your phone out of your purse.

“Must’ve been one strong drink.” He teased from his spot on the bed and in your attempt to spin around and scowl at him you toppled to the side, tripping over one of your shoes and landing with a ‘humph’ half on his bed half on the floor. “Okay baby girl, let’s get you sorted.”

He slipped off the bed with no worry, wrapping a secure arm around you and guiding you to the edge of your bed. He grabbed a make up wipe from the basin and you grumbled, tossing it to the ground with a pout and he huffed, shaking his head.

“Alright, leave it on. You wanna change or no?”

“Jus lemme sleep…” you slurred, avoiding his gaze as you looked to the floor and he could see your shoulders slumping already and was pretty sure it wasn’t from the alcohol.

“Well you’re gonna be uncomfortable enough in the morning, can we at least get you out of your jeans?” He asked and when you looked up you stuck your tongue out at him,

“Pfffffffttt.”

“Fine, you leave ‘em on.”

“No.” You whined, fingers fumbling with your belt before you huffed loudly looking back up at him, “help?”

He couldn’t ignore the misting of tears in your eyes, pausing a moment before talking you through what he was going to do, not wanting you to freak out any further. The moment the denim was kicked off your legs you crawled your way up the bed and shoved yourself under the blankets. He turned to the mini fridge,

“Hey,” he nudged at your shoulder, “drink some water for me, please?”

You grumbled at him in response, only taking the bottle after he’d raised a brow in your direction to take a couple of smaller sips before tossing it to the nightstand and flicking off that light. You shifted under the covers, pulling them up to your chin and rolling onto your side like every other night, your back to Derek. The tv was still on, but he turned the volume down, his eyes drifting between it and you.

It started out as small sniffles, shaky breaths as you tried to hide it from him, if you hadn’t been so drunk you would’ve been incredibly embarrassed and likely tried to go hide in the washroom. But your sorrow had you paralyzed to the spot, unable to feel anything but the tears running down your cheeks. You couldn’t hold it in, a wavering gasp forcing its way through your lips and that was the breaking of any resolve you had. A moment later and you felt the bed shift with Derek’s weight, cold air on your back as he shifted the covers, sinking in behind you and wrapping his body around yours, tucking you under his chin.

“Roll over.” He urged gently, nudging at your shoulder until you did, knowing he wasn’t going to move until you did. He tucked you into the crook of his neck as you cried, kissing the top of your head.

“You…” you hiccupped “yo have a girlfrien.”

“And you don’t like dick. She won’t care.” He murmured, one of his hands reassuringly rubbing at your back, feeling you nestle closer to him, “you need to let it out. It’ll be okay, I promise princess.” He was surprised when his reassuring resulted in a louder cry from you, your body shaking in his arms.

“Don call me that… please.”

“Okay, okay, sorry sweetheart.” He squeezed at you softly.

“She… she usta call me that.” You cried, struggling over your slurred words, “an’ now she hates me! She hates me… and I.. I... can’t stop loving her.”

“Skylar?”

“No!” You half coughed half hiccupped and he pulled back a bit, worried that you might be about to throw up. You glanced up at him, tears pooling in your reddened eyes, mascara streaked down your cheeks, “Emily…” you sobbed again, burying yourself into his chest, “thought… she cared.” You shook against him, “an’ she broke me. But.. but I still love her. M’so stupid.”

You collapsed against him and the bed, cries muffled by the pillows as your body continued to tremble and Derek let out a sigh, holding your tighter to him. A sense of realization washed over him, he’d been right about it not just being work, but there being some kind of crossover between the two issues. He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, rubbing at your back as your cries started to get quieter until you’d finally sobbed yourself to sleep.

Emily had fallen asleep, her head in her arms on Penelope’s desk when her phone buzzed once, then twice, then a third time and she finally roused from her slumber. She picked up the device, squinting at it while she blinked to be able to read the screen.

“They find something?”

“No. It’s my doorbell cam.”

“You live in an apartment.” The blonde replied with a chuckle.

“Yeah, the super let it slide considering I’m FBI. I installed one over the buzzer.” Suddenly her phone began ringing and she nearly jumped, fully waking up, “Oh my god! Its him!”

“What?!” Penelope jumped into action, her fingers dialing DC local pd’s number.

“It makes sense, he’s been outside my place every Friday for months.”

“So go!” The blonde urged her, it was far too early to really be able to function, especially considering they’d been at it all night but someone at DC metro would be ready to go, and this was their prime time.

Derek woke up to a cold bed, which at first made sense so he just rolled over. Then he heard the sound of you gagging, followed by a cry before the very clear sound of you puking. When it didn’t stop he slipped from under the covers to go check on you.

You were hunched over the toilet bowl, feeling like absolute garbage, physically and emotionally. The guilt and embarrassment from last night was strong enough on its own without the pounding headache, churning stomach and overall shakiness. You felt something cold rub against your shoulder before a bottle of Gatorade came into your peripheral vision and you realized you hadn’t closed the door.

“So much for one drink.” Derek’s teased, “cause I know you’re not pregnant.”

“Ha-ha.” You replied dryly, barely able to glance up at him before you vomited again. Coughing a bit, you spat into the toilet, your stomach seemed to slowly be calming down, that, and you didn’t have much left to throw up.

“What happened?” Derek asked, settling on the side of the bath tub.

“Fucking Skylar.” You muttered, staying perched over the toilet bowl just in case, “supposed to split a jug of sangria. Bitch did what she always did, nursed her glass and a half while continually topping up mine while I wasn’t looking, add in a couple of tequila shots….”

“You with her all night?” He asked and you finally leant back, shooting him a glare while you snatched the Gatorade.

“No.” Cracking open the bottle you took a couple of sips, “I had enough sense to get out of there but she followed me out when I was waiting for the cab.” You sighed, cautiously drinking some more of the drink as your resolve started to waver, “and then she kissed me. And I fucking let her. Like some idiot who didn’t remember what she did all those years ago. But I was already drunk, and all I could think about was how they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else but that’s basically impossible. Then I felt so fucking guilty about the kiss I was downstairs drinking til they cut me off.”

You stomach flip flopped again and you lurched forward, vomiting again, this time you continued gagging until it was nothing but stomach acid. You felt Derek’s hand coming to rub circles on your back, calming your trembling body, somehow helping the spins slow down.

“You know, this is why Savannah and I do our best not to talk work, once you start mixing church and state things get messy. Just talk to Prentiss, open communication and try not to sulk around the house too much.”

“Who said anything about Prentiss?” You groaned, slowly sitting back, leaning against the wall behind you, side eyeing the Gatorade, wondering if it could be trusted yet.

“You did. Last night.” He replied and you risked a glance up at him, “listen, I’m not one to usually bring up things people say when they’re that drunk, but you need to talk this out with someone. You’re hurting. And I’m worried. Why do you think she hates you so much?”

You let out a sigh, rolling your head so you were looking up at him, surveying him for a moment as if you were wondering if you could trust him. Scooping up the Gatorade you distracted yourself with a tiny sip.

“The night she kicked me off the case, she told me to come over. I thought I was walking into an apology, a conversation about moving forward with our relationship and instead she had a whole lot of yelling to do and dumped me. If you can even call it that, we weren’t even technically together.”

“What’d you mean by that?” He asked and you sighed again.

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” You muttered, “and you are sworn to fucking secrecy, you cannot tell anyone.”

“Promise.” He raised a finger, drawing an x over his heart.

“We met at a bar the night before I started at the BAU. No work talk, no last names, just fun. When I woke up in the morning she was already gone.”

“Must’ve been one hell of a surprise when you got to work.” He smirked and you scowled at him.

“We knew we couldn’t do it again so we resolved to just be friends, but that didn’t last long. Trips out of town meant rooming together, one thing lead to another and we created this unspoken rule that if we were out of town it didn’t count.”

“Didn’t you guys disappear from Rossi’s together?”

“Yeah. And there wasn’t a case, obviously. I spent the whole weekend at her place, we figured being friends with benefits wasn’t so bad, it wouldn’t affect work.”

“But you were both lying to yourselves.”

“Obviously.” You groaned, taking a sip of Gatorade. “Then you set me up with Maya and it kinda all clicked. I didn’t enjoy the date because she wasn’t Emily. Who, admitted she was jealous and I thought we were good, but there was something off about her that weekend, she got freaked out, cold feet, and that was two weeks ago.”

Derek paused, letting you have a moment to yourself as a tear escaped the corner of your eye and you swiped it away, sniffling softly.

“Do you really love her?” He asked quietly, and you nodded.

“Yeah… and she doesn’t want me around. Probably waiting for me to hand in transfer papers. Oh god…” you hiccupped again, launching forward as you started to puke once more.

“You need a break, a vacation, away from nasty exes.” He rubbed at your back when his phone pinged, moving around you in a half hug motion, dropping a kiss to the top of your head, “and I know whatever mean things she said to you were in the moment and not true. Try to stop dwelling on them, even though I know they probably hurt like hell. I’ve gotta go into the precinct.”

“Yeah.” You groaned, “just give me five.”

“Oh no baby girl.” He chuckled, “it’s just wrap up paperwork. You stay here, try to get some sleep, I’ll pick you up on the way to the jet.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” You muttered, doing your best not to heave as you smiled in his direction before he disappeared from the bathroom.

As he thought, a few extra hours of sleep (even if half of it was on the bathroom floor) helped your physical well being. You were still a little shaky as you got on the jet, but you were at least keeping down the water and saltines. You let out a little humph as you crossed your arms, leaning back in the chair you were in, glaring at Derek as he sprawled out on the couch. He let out a little chuckle, knowing why you were grumpy,

“You can sleep perfectly fine in the chairs too.”

“Couch is comfier.” You countered and he laughed again.

“If you were sick I’d give it up, but this is self inflicted, your loss.”

You huffed, pausing for a moment until a wicked grin took over your lips, “remember when you asked about the mile high club?”

“Yeah?” He raised a curious brow in your direction.

“Emily fucked me right where you’re sitting.”

Derek scrambled up off the couch, throwing a pillow in your direction with a disturbed look on his face.

“We both know they don’t detail the jet that often!” He yelped and you took the opportunity to scurry across the jet to take over the couch.

Derek would have been more offended as he settled into the chair you’d been in, but it was the first time all week he’d seen you genuinely smile. The laugh echoing through the air, your lips in a wide grin as you curled up under a blanket on the couch and he began to laugh too, more than happy to see you smiling again.

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