#im open to gif pretty much anything from any team

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader? Since it's Women's International Day, he and their son, Jack decided to surprise her with breakfast in bed, and just spending time together before going to the paddock. And be close to each other during the race. Just something fluff and cute. Maybe a little surprise at the end. You decide what it is. Thanks!! :)))

Days like these - Toto Wolff x Wife! Reader

Plot: Toto and your son decide to treat you after a hard day at the paddock with International Women’s Day as a reasons to be extra sweet to their lady.

A/N: im so so sorry this is much later than IWD but we can still use this to appreciate women all year round!

Credit to almostfantasy for the GIF

You were currently in and out of sleep, you’d had a very busy day around the paddock yesterday with it being media day so today you’d woken up pretty exhausted especially after what you and Toto had got up to the night before.

Toto had whispered softly to you to go back to sleep, squeezing your plush bare hip before kissing your forehead and climbing out of bed to go deal with your guys’ son who was definitely awake and wanting attention by now.

You were thankful for the lay in, but after some clinks, clonks and clangs coming from the kitchen you decided to go see what all of the noisy fuss was about.

You pull on an old top of Toto’s, an Austrian football team shirt that clung against your stomach and hips in ways that made Toto go crazy and a pair of shorts before rounding it off with your fluffy dressing gown and slippers.

You slowly make your way down stairs sleepily holding the side of the bannister as you go down. The noises from the kitchen get louder and louder until your voice opens to over power it all.

“Honey? Munchkin” you ask spread apart seeing if your husband would reply to you first.

“Mama no, no Mama no!” Your son cries out seeing your and grabbing your hand trying to pull you away from whatever is going on in the kitchen.

“What is it pumpkin?!” You ask.

“Daddy said we were doing you breakfast in bed! Your not in bed, your ruining it! VATI! Mama isn’t in bed, bed now” he cries as if you’d committed some kind of crime right in front of the child’s eyes.

In his eyes you had.

“Oh your Mama isn’t in bed, we’ll have to get her back then” Toto grins before lifting your up, as easy as ever, and throwing your over his shoulder causing a groan to fall from your mouth.

“What on earth. Toto put me down!” You laugh, lightly hitting his lower back, where your hands could reach because of the angle you were being held at.

Your son followed the pair of you up the stairs you teasingly reaching out to grab him, missing only slightly as he’d back up each time giggling at his mothers antics.

Toto lightly places you on the bed once your back in the bedroom, taking the slippers off and pushing you further up the bed. He places your son up on the bed, holding him to look at him as he explains.

“Okay, Mama escaped so we have to tuck her back in so she can’t leave again!” Toto states, showing him how to tuck you back in properly making you stifle a laugh as they both get to work making sure the duvet is secured around you.

They both trot off, going back to whatever they were doing in the kitchen as you open your phone cruising through your work emails for the day and any of the messages. One from Lewis, one from George. Some from your colleagues… it was ending when you worked for Sky Sports as presenter and commentator for F1.

Eventually you hear your husbands voice directing your son to be careful coming up the stairs so he doesn’t spill anything.

As they enter the room your heart warms impossibly. Your son was holding a glass of orange juice, not daring to look up at you in fear of dropping it. You knew he wanted to be included and that was arguably the easiest thing Toto would let him carry up the stairs.

Toto smiles widely at you, placing the array or breakfast foods on the tray across your lap, making you grin. All of your favourites were here.

“What is all of this for?” You ask happily, taking the glass of juice from your son whose been patiently waiting for you.

“Well, we know you had a hard day at work yesterday and it’s of course international woman’s day and we wanted to celebrate that with our favourite woman. Right buddy?” Toto asks your son making him nod having been briefly explained to why they were doing this for you.

A smile broke out across your face, Toto pulled you in placing a delicate kiss on your lips before he’s interrupted by the whining of your little boy who was trying to make his way up onto the bed with you.

Toto lifts him up and he crawls his way over on your left side hugging right into your mum pillowing that he loved to constantly be against.

Your son was extremely clingy, especially when it came to you. He was for sure a mummy’s boy.

Toto slides in next to you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he puts some cartoon on the tv opposite the bed to entertain your son.

You offer him some of your fruit to which he shakes his head saying that it was for you.

“I don’t mind baby, sharing with your is all I want to do” you grin and eventually accepts some of the mango, strawberry’s and bananas that were in the fruit bowl.

When you were looking he snuck a pancake away, a dead giveaway being the chocolate build up now around his mouth.

“You cheeky little monster!” You exclaimed as you grabbed some tissue to wipe around the mouth getting rid of the chocolate goodness that remained.

He giggles as your wipe around his mouth, trying to dodge you like a ninja.

Eventually your easy domestic morning had to come to and end. You and Toto both needed to be at the track today. You always travelled together since when you first started dating and that hadn’t ever changed you’d just added a member to the party. Another one soon to join, little did any of you know.

You all got ready trying to make a decent time to make your way over to Silverstone Circuit ready for a day full of FP1 and FP2. Toto was hoping for a bit more luck today as Mercedes hasn’t been doing great but with some upgrades brought in this weekend he was hopeful for Lewis and George to pull through now they had a car worth driving.

After today, this morning more like you felt more attached to Totos side than ever. Later that week, you’d find out it was your new pregnancy hormones that were making you feel so needy to be around him but for now you couldn’t put your finger on why you refused to leave the Mercedes garage when you weren’t needed around for the Sky Sports crew, or any interviews.

Sky Sports commentator - And here we have one of our very own, Y/N Y/L/N currently having some family time in the Mercedes garage with her husband Toto Wolff and their son. Just look at them all, such a picture right there

Sky Sports commentator- We should actually get her up here soon for an interview about the upgrades a lot of the teams have had for this weekend. One of the surprising teams to not have any being RedBull, potential hope for that gap to close?

They did eventually call you up away from your family.

You pulled him into a massive hug and kiss, not wanting to leave him and god until he pretty much forced you out of the garage and up to the commentary box where Crofty was waiting for you.

However Toto and your son didn’t stop for a second not to watch you on the big screen talk about the cars.

Your son squealed in delight every time you spoke and waved your hands about making the mechanics pause and laugh at the boy and talk to him about his mum. A topic the youngster was more than happy to chat their ear off about.

The whole weekend was great, you had some phenomenal interviews as their eas great racing to talk to all the drivers about and spending the weekend with Toto and your son just made the highlight of your weekend.

The race came around and you watched from the Mercedes garage holding onto Toto the whole time, watching as George and Lewis dominated the track successfully splitting up the Ferraris.

You ran off right as it ended knowing you’d be needed for the podium and post race interviews as soon as possible.

“Come back soon” he smiled at you pulling you into a long chaste kiss before letting you run off.

Toto knew one thing, regardless with what happened this year in Mercedes he was more than content with his life with your right now.

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[pastanest]

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

A/N: guess who’s back with another shrimp reid fic. that’s right, you guessed it, Im ovulating

gif from an unnamed source on google so if it’s yours please let me know and I’ll credit!! ♡

Mean It

The bond you have formed with the resident genius of the BAU is one that you treasure. Every morning, you are most excited to practically skip into the office with the brightest smile on your face, just for him. The wonder, the magic that is Doctor Spencer Reid, and you are lucky enough to call him your closest friend.

He is endlessly fascinating to you. Unlike the rest of the team, you have never once cut one of his rambles short, you have listened to each and every one in its entirety, with stars in your eyes.

The two of you talk about anything and everything, from the most mundane smalltalk to the deepest philosophical debates, and you enjoy every moment spent in Spencer’s company.

However, as you perch on Spencer’s desk in what has become a morning tradition, the look on your face as you glance around the office makes your dear friend’s heart sink, because he knows who you are looking for.

And right on cue, Derek Morgan strolls into the office, yelling an overly enthusiastic question that is - much to Spencer’s dismay - ritualistic, too.

“WHERE’S MY PRETTY GIRL?”

The beaming smile on your face as you hop off of Spencer’s desk and run into Derek’s open arms is worse than a bullet wound, which Spencer knows to be true without any actual proof.

He watches on, wondering if his skin is turning green with jealousy, as Derek picks you up and spins you around, the two of you laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the world. What’s so funny about that? Spencer thinks bitterly, frowning at his computer and forcing himself to shift his focus, though his subconscious continues to grumble. If he was ever allowed the privilege of holding you like that, the last thing he’d do is laugh about it.

Thankfully, the morning event is over as quickly as it began, and you skip back over to Spencer with a smile that’s different to the one you had for Derek. What shade of green is Spencer now?

“Sorry about that, Spence, gotta reach my daily hug quota!” You chime.

Spencer’s stomach drops. He wants so badly to offer his own services, to perhaps suggest some variety in who is allowed to meet your daily-hug-quota and enquire whether you’d consider his application, whether he meets your criteria. But, in what can only be described as the worst preconceived notion in human history, Spencer does not like physical contact in the majority of circumstances, as you have well known since the day you met him and he proposed a kiss would hold less germs than a handshake, which made you blush in a way his eidetic memory has never let him forget. He wishes, more than anything, he could travel back in time to that very day, to add a clause to the contract he’d bound himself to, some fine-print that said ‘physical contact from and with (Y/N) is the only exception to every typical circumstantial preference for no physical contact’. Alas, Spencer Reid had unintentionally doomed himself.

Today is a rarity, in which the team have spent the day confined to the BAU building, filing case reports and talking amongst themselves. You speak to Spencer most of all, because on the occasion anyone else speaks to him, he finds he is too distracted by you to fully focus his efforts on the conversation.

As per usual, you wait at the elevator doors for Spencer, never walking out of the office without him in an unspoken gesture of your sweet appreciation for his company.

“Oh, Spence, did you want to have a Doctor Who sleepover tonight?” You suggest suddenly, causing Spencer’s eyes to widen and his heart to skip simultaneously.

“Y-Yes! Of course!” He blurts out, perhaps a little too quickly. Perhaps, he should have paused for a beat, giving you the impression he had been able to form a degree of a coherent thought before he answered you.

Instead, Spencer spends the elevator ride down to the ground floor glancing at you with a dazed look in his eyes, like you are the first star he’s ever seen and he’s too shy to look at you for too long. Why would he be shy in the presence of a star? Stars are out of his reach, beyond the realm of his capability to hold. That metaphor had been far more applicable than he’d realized.

The drive to your house is spent in accordance with your typical pre-sleepover routine; Spencer says he doesn’t mind what music you play, and you select one of your many playlists at random, singing and dancing in such a theatrical way in the passenger seat of Spencer’s car that he truly wonders if he didn’t have an IQ of 187, would he be able to split his focus between adoring you and concentrating on the road?

In what feels like no time at all, you and Spencer are sitting on your sofa with a blanket each and a bowl of popcorn between you that Spencer finds himself internally cursing with every unkind word he knows, as he does each and every time that pathetic plastic bowl forms an impassable barrier between him and you. Occasionally, his fingers are lucky enough to brush yours if you happen to reach for popcorn at the same time. You always chuckle like it’s a coincidence, never quite catching onto the way in which Spencer studies your movements in his peripheral vision to calculate, down to a fine science, how long it takes you to finish one handful of popcorn before you’ll reach for another, and he can just so happen to plan his movements accordingly. All for a brush of your fingertips. In truth, Spencer would run through a burning building just for the chance to hold your hand, even if it wasn’t promised. The chance, that’s all he needs.

In the midst of what is otherwise a very traditional evening shared between the two of you, Spencer feels different. The more he thinks about how this evening could play out if Derek Morgan were in his place, the more Spencer wonders if his eyes are playing tricks on him or if the skin of his hands is turning green with jealousy. Would the bowl of popcorn be in the same place? Would it be on your lap, or Derek’s, allowing the two of you to sit closer, considering you already showcase just how comfortable you are together? Or would it be on the coffee table, leaving no obstruction between you and Derek at all? Would his arm be around you, and would your arm be around him in return? Would you be telling Derek the pieces of movie trivia that Spencer had been the one to tell you, when you watched a movie with Derek that you had previously seen with Spencer? Do you wish Derek was here with you instead? ‘Nauseous’ is too small a word and does not contain enough profanities.

“I’m not gonna get through all this popcorn on my own, Spence.” You chuckle quietly, having noticed that your company hasn’t reached for popcorn in some time due to how cold your hand feels, having not flushed at the sensation of his fingertips in too long.

“Sorry, not hungry.” Spencer murmurs.

The sadness in his voice sets off alarm bells in your head immediately, and you pause the movie, discarding the bowl of popcorn that Spencer’s scowl follows all the way to the coffee table, while you turn to face him on your couch.

“Spence, what’s the matter? Do you feel sick?” You ask gently.

Yes, actually, viscerally.

“Nothing, I’m-“

You shake your head, the only time you’ll ever cut him off is when he tries to deflect. “Don’t. I can see something’s wrong, and if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, but can you please tell me what I can do to help?”

Of course, Spencer’s feelings for you have a solid foundation in the perceptive and attentive person that you are, forever seeing right through him.

“Do you…Do you ever have movie nights with Morgan?” He asks timidly, his head hanging in shame, his gaze fixed on his lap.

Spencer’s question completely catches you off guard, and your jaw drops, an amused smile gracing your features in utter bewilderment.

“What? No, Derek’s never even stood on my doorstep, Spence, why do you ask?” You question the motives of his query, and he sighs in defeat.

“I just figured…you’re so comfortable with him, you must want to spend time with him outside of work, too. I guess I just don’t understand why you’d invite me instead. Do you pity me, or something?” Spencer asks in a dejected and small voice.

The cogs in your brain are turning, your expression softening in turn.

“Spencer, I don’t pity you, I invite you because I enjoy spending time with you.” There’s a delicacy to your words, recognising his fragile state.

And Spencer’s foolish, lovesick heart sings from beneath the ruins at your words, at the tiniest spark of hope that is immediately suffocated by his own insecurities.

One word from you has the power to make and break him, all at once.

“But you enjoy Derek more.” Spencer’s voice breaks on the last word he speaks, and he closes his eyes in a pained blink, turning his face away from you completely in an effort to shield himself from the kindness he’ll see in your gaze. “You sit with me every morning while you wait for him, and the second he’s there, you’re gone. The way you smile at him isn’t the same way you smile at me. I understand that you don’t feel the same way about me, but I don’t understand why you’d waste any time on me outside of work, based on that.” Spencer is trying his absolute best to phrase everything he says in his usual objective, matter-of-fact tone, but the hurt in his words is so clear.

“Spencer,” You sigh gently, “Will you look at me, please?”

He shakes his head. “Can’t.”

“Why not?” You ask in the same soft voice that makes his heart ache.

“I’ll forget how much this hurts the moment I look at you.” Spencer mutters.

“Don’t you want to forget?” You question, almost pleading.

Spencer shakes his head. “If I forget, I’ll throw myself back into the same cycle of pining for you, living off of your smiles and glances and the instances where I make you laugh.”

Your heart breaks at his words, and for a few seconds, you don’t say anything. The very moment the idea enters your mind, you reach for Spencer’s hand, holding it gently in both of yours, and immediately, his wide eyes have turned to stare at you.

And your tears. You must have only started crying after you last spoke to him, because if you had been crying in the midst of your reply, Spender wouldn’t have been able to hear anything else.

And just like he predicted, the sight of you makes him forget every ounce of his own pain, his heart breathing a sigh of relief and reaching out for you in pure anguish at the sight of you, in tears.

“Why are you crying?” Spencer asks, his voice barely above a whisper. If it wasn’t for your tears, the way you are holding his hand would render him incapable of forming a single word.

“Because you have no idea that you’re my favorite person in the universe, Spencer.” You sniffle.

Spencer frowns slightly. “Please don’t say that if you don’t-“

“I mean it.” You cut his deflection short again. “I come into the office every morning excited at the thought of seeing you, and I stay sitting on your desk, as close to you as I’m allowed to be, until we’re forced to work; the only time I leave your desk in the mornings is to briefly greet Derek, because he is the only person who knows how I feel and he hugs me in the way I wish you would, to make me feel better.” You explain through your tears. “And you’re right, I don’t smile at you the same way I do at Derek.”

Spencer is uncertain as to whether his heart has given out entirely.

He blinks. Once. Twice. And a third time. Then rapidly, six times, to blink the tears away that dared blur the perfect vision of you in front of him.

“I treat you differently to Derek because I adore you enough to never want to risk overstepping your boundaries with physical contact. I sit on your desk to resist hugging you every morning, I put a bowl of popcorn between us whenever we watch a movie because I’m afraid I’ll subconsciously lean closer to you, and it hurts to put those limitations in place, to feel the ever present distance between us, but I don’t care, because I do it for you, and I’d do it for you forever.” You add, the words falling from your lips so easily, Spencer can almost feel how long you’ve been holding them in.

“(Y/N)…” He chokes out the only word his heart and soul can remember in this moment.

“I never meant to make you feel like you are less important, or that I like you less- I’m so sorry.” The waterfalls from your eyes are too constant for you to manage now, and you let go of Spencer’s hand to hold your own face instead, hiding yourself and your guilt from him in your state of vulnerability.

Spencer glances at the popcorn bowl on the coffee table for a fraction of a second, before he shuffles over on the couch to occupy the space he had been aching to steal from that bowl since your very first sleepover, and very slowly, he wraps his arms around you. And it’s instinctual, the way your hands come away from your face as you wrap your own arms around his neck, your face finding the home it had always longed for in Spencer’s shoulder. As if slotting into place, you find yourself sitting on his lap with no real understanding of how you got there, because all that matters is that he is holding you there.

“I’m sorry for getting jealous, I had no right to.” Spencer’s apology breaks the silence, and he speaks into your hair, his every sense soaking in the sensation, the scent of you.

“I’m glad you did, but you didn’t need to. I’ve been yours since the day we met.” You say, as if your words are a casual statement and not life-altering in a way that changes Spencer Reid’s very brain chemistry.

“You’ve been mine?” He repeats your statement as a disbelieving question.

Wiping your tears with your sleeve, you sigh dramatically. “Yep. Just waited around for you to notice.”

And Spencer can’t quite believe it, but he laughs, shaking his nose into your hair and holding you tighter against his chest.

“I’m sorry for being oblivious, in that case.” He apologizes, his tone more lighthearted now.

“I’m sorry too.” You chuckle.

“From what I understand of confession-scenes, they are not supposed to contain this many apologies.” Spencer muses, making you laugh heartily, his soul very nearly rising out of his body at the sound.

“Everyone knows the best confessions have a bit of angst.” You joke, and Spencer nods, laughing with you.

“And you do have a proclivity for dramatics.” Spencer teases, and you playfully poke his chest, the two of you sharing a giggle like a pair of giddy teenagers.

A pleasant minute of silence passes as you revel in holding each other, an intimacy once pined after finally being felt in full-force, until a question rises in you that simply has to be asked, or you will burst.

“Does this mean that, going forward, our sleepovers can include makeouts?” You pull away from Spencer’s chest enough to watch the shade of pink blossom in his cheeks, his pupils dilating as he looks into your eyes, and he nods.

“I-I believe that is a feature that is well-worth adding to our list of sleepover activities.”

And when he says it like that, how can a girl be expected to do anything but kiss him senseless in response?

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #x reader #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #headcannons #Spotify

[littlebugs]

𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

established relationship!ghost headcannons warnings: fem reader, reader is kinda couquetteish (tbh i wrote this for myself), fluff, ooc characters, bartender!reader, sfw, not proofread im so sorry ): rafs bloo notes: basically when i can't find what i want to read i write it lmao. also i tried to make the reader british (i said pub once)

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

you've been together for a year now

you guys met in a pub close to the base he was staying at, you looked at his skull mask, shrugged, and then didn't say a word about it. he came back every day after that.

little things mean a lot to him

you saw his face after only a month of dating, what can i say the man got comfy quick asf

he's always the big spoon. always. he just liked to protect you )):

he doesn't know how to make any food other than tea (which you argue isn't food but he says "it has nutrients")

he's always joking about the guys at work who have very odd names like soap??? gaz????

which leads to you meeting them (completely on "accident")

because the guys are hanging out in the break room and simon goes to the bathroom

without his phone.

like whats the worst that can happen really?

but then he gets a call from "pookster 🥰" with a picture of you in a pink sundress !!

all the guys are like silent until simon gets back

and he's like "the bloody hell is wrong with you?" and soap points at his phone

so like the guys they are they quite literally follow simon home because what's he gonna do? kill them ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა (probably)

simon drives a truck dont argue with me

and so simon's kind of pissed but also he gets to show his girl off cus ya knows ya fine (;

he's unlocking the door to the apartment and soap and gaz are standing there whispering to eachother

they're discussing the odds of l.t having a girlfriend like she didn't just pop up on his phone.

simon opens the door and you're all up in your matching itty bitty pink top and shorts with pink ribbons in your hair like ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

and you see the two guys in military outfit staring at you like an alien so you invite them in for chinese takeout

ghost is pissed

gaz actually has a good time

soap is kind of perplexed the whole time

"now ghost, how'd ya score a lass like tha-" "shut the bloody hell up johnny"

after dinner ghost decides to be mr grumpster )): so you watch tv with him in bed all night

he radiates a lot of body heat

like more than a toaster

so much that at night you'll actually be sweating but you cant escape him because his arms are BUILT

it doesn't even matter how much you weigh this man can throw you across the room like an entire ragdoll- but he wouldn't ever dream of hurting you //:

he's a big guy. he's huge (hardy har har)

so of course you steal all of his sweatshirts (they're big asf)

he smells like cologne and faintly gunsmoke

you always tell him to use more laundry detergent but you're pretty sure he never listens

other than tea he can only cook one thing which is lamb (and its actually pretty good)

nobody ever really taught him how to cook and you only know how to make drinks so you guys improvise a lot

mommy issues ):

he's so scared you'll leave him you always have to tell him that you would never !!

he's afraid that when he's on deployments he might come back and you just wouldn't be there.

he's always checking on you at work

(if we're talking MWII) this man can bend the rules a little to check his phone. anyways who's gonna tattle on him seriously

always texting "how are you?" "thinking of you" "hope you have a good day"

anytime soap catches him on his phone he goes "texting pookster?"

price overheard one time and was very confused

lets just say by the end of the day the whole task force knows about you

if anything ever happens you've got a military team to defend you so life is looking good tbh

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #coquette reader #fem reader #fem reader x ghost #fem reader x simon riley #cod #cod mwii #ghost #simon riley #simon ghost riley #x reader

[itsjaywalkers]

laurie do you have any spare boxer!barty headcanons… from boxer james au…

SAINTS ANYTHING FOR U BABE U KNOW THIS

*cracks knuckles* okay so

he fights very methodically, almost like he's fucking possessed sometimes BUT his rivals still have a hard time reading him and predicting his moves bc he's also . reckless . and will break routine all of a sudden with the most dangerous combination u can think of

a lot of ppl are convinced he plays dirty or even cheats but the truth is that he's just Good and really fucking smart

as in, the thing about boxer barty is that he can get a read on his rivals during the first handful of seconds

yes he's strong yes he's a wild card and yes he has the technique but what makes him win at the end is his ability to . get into his opponent's head

the exception to this is james and not bc barty can't read him. it's simply that the hatred they profess each other is so visceral he just goes fucking Feral. both of them do

speaking of, they rarely get to finish their matches bc they always end up disqualified halfway through bc it gets Nasty pretty quickly when those two are involved

he's been on so many scandals. So Many. it's sort of ruined his reputation but his fans think is part of his charm

like . you know how athletes are very careful when it comes to their public images and take care of their bodies or whatever . yeah barty doesn't give a fuck about that and you WILL see a headline about him getting blackout drunk after one of his victories

this is mostly due to how controlling his father used to be back when barty was still under his thumb

in a way, most of what barty does has something to do with his father one way or another

everyone knows they had a very bad fallout like . it's public knowledge but since they don't have the details they're all soooo curious

interviewers know not to bring barty's dad up tho bc barty has flipped his shit before and on national television too so . they stray away from the topic completely

he's anti pr. his team has tried to clean up his act so many times. it never works. they've given up. at this point they're just ready to do some damage control

most of his money goes to his mother (his parents are divorced in this one and since his dad left her with pretty much nothing after they broke things off, barty took it upon himself to take care of her)

in fact, he lives with her

whenever barty loses a fight is Always on purpose

because he's obsessed with a certain nurse.. so he lets himself get beaten up from time to time just so he has an excuse to go see said nurse.. (it's evan. evan is the nurse)

evan is odd and offputing and he doesn't seem to like barty very much BUT he does seem to enjoy the sight of blood.. and analysing ppl's injuries even more than he does fixing them up.. so barty's happy to let him poke around

one time he lost a couple of teeth after a especially hard punch and while they tried to check his head and take him to the hospital barty's only concern was finding his lost teeth so he could bring them to evan

his friendship with regulus starts off as him finding reg Hot while simultaneously wanting to piss james off

but they end up Clicking and reg is the very first person barty opens up with about his dad + everything that happened with his mum

he had a thing with lily a while ago but it was mostly casual and he broke it off as soon as he found about her also sleeping with james.. they're still friends tho!! and barty is very fond of her

his first kiss with evan happens after he's dizzy and very out of it bc of the amount of blood evan just took from him (he spends more than a week thinking he dreamt it)

honestly most of his appointments with evan can be summarised by barty getting a lot of random erections and evan blinking at him with his dead brown eyes while he pokes around his body and worsens every single one of his injuries (before actually patching him up)

and im gonna stop myself there bc this is getting out of hand

#i hope it was up to ur expectations <3 #asks #saints tag #boxer james agenda

[lostaurorax]

could you maybe do for the mini series where the pregnant reader is at Travis’ game and we reveal to his teammates and the whole world they are having a child?? also keep it up! i love your imagines so much! i find myself coming back and rereading!❤️

picture perfect - travis kelce.

summary | the chiefs win the super bowl making it the perfect opportunity to tell the world and travis’s teammates the news

warnings | mentions of morning sickness + pregnancy

authors note | hi nonnies!!!!! hope you like this!!! thank y sm for the kind words 🥹 you motivate me to keep writing! lmk what you think and if u have any requests :)

it was the day of super bowl 57. the kansas city chiefs were playing the philadelphia eagles.

you were about 4 months pregnant and still had only told your close family and very few friends just till you passed your third month. you and travis had been planning on telling the guys today after the game no matter who won.

“oh my gosh hi y/n!!!!!” brittany said to you with open arms, as you walked into to locker room with travis following suit. you went up to brittany and travis went to talk to patrick and a few of his other teammates.

you hadn’t seen brit for a while because due to your pregnancy and the sickness that came with it, you had to skip out on many games in person. although you always supported from home, you had missed experiencing them in person.

“hi, brit! aw, i missed you so much!!” you said as you hugged her back.

“oh, girl i missed you more!! how are you?” she said smiling at you as she leaned down to pick up sterling who had been trying to get her mom's attention

“im good hun! how are you guys? my god, she’s getting so big! hi ster!!” you said as you smiled at the two-year-old in her arms as she smiled back at you.

“oh, we’re good! ugh i know they grow so fast!! wait till you see bronze he’s so big already!!” she said with a frown on her face

“i can just imagine! they’re both so cute though!!” you said as sterling tried reaching for you causing you to put your arms out and take her.

“aw did you miss auntie y/n?” brittany said as she pulled out her phone to take pictures of you two.

“oh wow look at these little ladies!” travis said as he and patrick walked toward the three of you

“wow y/n you look like a natural.” patrick said as he stood on brittany’s side with his arm around her waist.

“she’s gonna be a great mom one day!” trav said as he smiled down knowingly at you and you looked up at him with a smirk on your face

“oh she definitely will be!!!” brittany said as she took sterling back from you as she was starting to get fussy

“alright guys let’s go! ladies clear out!” said coach reid

“good luck baby. we love you.” you said as you leaned up to kiss travis and give him a hug

“i love you baby.” he said as he pulled away from the hug and gently brushed his hand over your stomach.

as you walked out of the locker room you turned back to blow him another kiss and wave goodbye.

you and the rest of the girls made your way up to your designated lounge and got settled in.

“y/n you are literally glowing!! have you been doing something new?” one of the girls had said to you as you were mid-conversation with brittany

“aw thank you! no i haven’t done anything different lately..” you said with a nervous laugh

“wow now that you mention it you do have a glow to you…” britt said as she examined your features with a confused face

“hm i don’t know what it could be…” you said as you nonchalantly shrugged and took a sip of your drink

but brittany just became 100% more suspicious. honestly, you had wanted her to be one of the first people you told but travis wanted to tell the whole team together so you obliged with his wishes.

she has been pregnant twice so she thinks she would be pretty good at detecting it in somebody else. she noticed the glow, and how you had been eating tons of junk but that honestly didn’t faze her much. what threw her off was your outfit she didn’t think much about it until now. you were wearing an overly large hoodie with travis’s jersey number and said “mrs kelce” on the back. she looked down toward your stomach and noticed that the hoodie wasn’t as oversized as it should’ve been. she kept quiet about her suspicions though not wanting to be wrong.

the chiefs had beaten the eagles 38-35 and everyone was ecstatic. you and the rest of the girls were all making your way to the field to find your husbands.

as you walked through the large crowd of reporters, families, players, and interviewers your eyes were finally met with the ones you had been looking for.

with a large smile on your face, you ran to your husband.

“good job baby!!!! i’m so proud of you.” you said with a huge smile on your face as you jumped into his open arms and placed multiple kisses on his face.

“thank you, my love. you know i had to do it for my girls.” he said as he smiled down at you and you smiled back leaning up to kiss him.

“i’m so beyond proud of you travy. my super bowl champ!” you said as you smiled at him with tears in your eyes as he shared the same expression so happy with how far you both had come.

after many interviews and hugs, you and travis made your way up to the big platform where many of his teammates were already on.

“you ready?” he said as he looked down at you making sure you were certain.

“yeah definitely. i think britt is getting a little too suspicious and she’s going to tell everyone before i get too.” you said as you laughed

“oh she definitely would.” travis said as he laughed and rolled his eyes walking closer to the front of the platform.

as he was greeted by his coach and fellow teammates he grabbed hold of the trophy in his hands making sure you were right by his side.

as terry bradshaw called travis to join his side he did. he asked him many questions about the game and how well he had played.

“now i see you’ve got your wife y/n here next to you is that correct?” terry said as he smiled at you

“yes this is my beautiful wonderful wife y/n!” travis said as he kissed your forehead

“she’s got to be a big part of your motivation for this game right? i mean it must feel great to just go home to her and be a super bowl winner!” terry said as he smiled at travis

“she is the reason i do this. if it wasn’t for her i wouldn’t be here right now…actually she isn’t the only reason i do this as of lately.” travis said a shy smile on his face as your heart rate raced.

“oh really? what’s your new reason?” terry said curiously

“well y/n is currently carrying our baby girl who is definitely the newest reason to why i do this!!” travis said as he rested his hand atop your stomach and you both smiled wide.

“wow, congratulations buddy! baby kelce coming to the world soon everyone!!” terry said as he patted travis on the back and he was immediately bombarded with hugs and congratulations from his teammates.

“oh, y/n!!!!! i knew it!!!!! oh my gosh i’m so happy!!!” brittany said as she found you and pulled you into a hug

“thank you brit!! i wanted to tell you at the beginning but travis felt it was special if we told everyone today!” you said as you smiled at her

“oh that’s fine i’m just so happy!! sterling your gonna have a little friend soon!” she said to the sleepy toddler in her arms as you smiled at her.

“congrats y/n!” patrick said as he came over with travis to give you a hug

“thanks pat!” you said as you hugged hun back

many of the other guys and girls congratulated you and you felt nothing but happiness radiating in the air.

you and travis were finally home after a very long night.

“i hope you know how proud i am…” you said to him as his head rested on your chest listening to your heartbeat as his hand found your stomach and rubbed circles on it

“i know baby. i don’t know what i would genuinely do without you….” he said as he kissed your chin

“did you like how we told everyone? it went to your liking..?” you said as your fingers ran through his buzzed scalp

“are you kidding? it couldn’t have been more perfect babe.” he said as he sat up slightly to look at your face

“i’m just glad your happy.” you said smiling at him

“couldn’t be happier…” he said as he kissed your lips gently and then returned his head to its previous spot. as he slowly drifted to sleep he couldn’t help the smile on his face. he had won his second super bowl with the same girl still on his arm and now bringing a baby into this world. what more could he ask for?

he had won his second super bowl with the same girl still on his arm and now bringing a baby into this world. what more could he ask for?

#travis kelce #travis kelce x pregnant!reader #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce fic #travis kelce fanfic #nfl fanfic #travis kelce x fem!reader #message received 💌

[rae-pottah]

I Just Stood There.

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Rossi's daughter! reader

Y/n = your name

L/n = your last name

Warnings: she/her pronouns, shitty writing?,fluff.

Summary: after embarrassing herself in front of her crush, Y/n rants to Penelope, bad idea.

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*Y/n's POV*

Hanging out with my dad's coworkers was fun. Except when it came to my tiny little small incy weenie crush on Dr. Spencer Reid... And I think everyone knows...

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Meeting the BAU team was a blast! I had been coming by to see my dad, seeing as how we don't spend much time together anymore.

First I bumped into SSA Derek Morgan, and Tech nerd Penelope Garcia:

"He-llo, momma!" said Morgan

"Don't scare her away already hot stuff!" Penelope hit his arm "Hi honey bunches, I'm Penelope, this is Derek, who are you? Are you a newbie?"

"Haha! No, I'm Y/n, I'm here to see my father!" I laugh, they looked confused

Next, SSA Jennifer Jareau (otherwise known as JJ) and SSA Emily Prentiss

"Who's this?" JJ asks Garcia

"This is Y/n, she's here to see her father!" Garcia tells her, confused. None of them letting me speak JJ asks

"Who's her father?" With a confused face as well

"Wh-" Garcia starts to ask me a question when my Father, and Uncle Aaron walked in

"UNCLE AARON!" I ran up to him and jump hugged him

I could see my dad off to the side holding his arms open with a playful confused/hurt look on his face, looking from side to side

"No hug for dear old dad, no sirey, just here for the money" he said sarcastically to no one

"Glad you know" I joked, and gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek

"So I have lunch I was hoppiii-" I stuttered off as I watched a beautiful man, a genius, a fluffy haired, angelic, smart, kind man walk by me, his name

Doctor Spencer fuckin Reid

"Aaand she's gone" my dad said bringing me back to reality, now noticing everyone smiling at me, him not even noticing I'm here put his stuff down at his desk

"Wwwhat his papers are insanely good" I whispered looking at my shoes

"Well, I'd still like to know what the hell is going on?!" Morgan asks

"This is one of my daughters from my second marriage" he finishes the sentence with a kiss to my head

"Also I already knew your names, my father has prepared me well" I laughed

"Huh and I guess you know pretty boy?" Morgan asks with a smirk, still working at his desk (I'd have to meet him later) I nodded quickly with a blush

"I think she knows him more than she knows any of you, and she's actually met you guys now" my father answers, while everyone starts "oouu" -ing and laughing, I just blushed with my head down

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I eventually met Spencer when everyone came to our house for a cook out, walking backward with a chair isn't a good idea when you can't see behind you.

"OUFF" hit a wall, wait... walls don't make noises

I put the chair down and turn around "OH MY GoD, Im So SorRy" my voice cracked as I spoke to the man in front of me "Are you okay?" I asked

"Haha yeah I'm fine, it was my fault anyway, I wasn't looking where I was going. You're Y/n right?" I instantly blushed

"y-yeah I am, Doctor Spencer Reid, if I'm not incorrect?"

"yes!" He smiled, absolutely beautiful. He helped me move the chair and we talked slightly, me stuttering the entire time.

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Again visiting my father at work, today was gonna be a good day.

I was getting ready to turn the corner to my fathers office when I ran into someone

"Sor- oh hi" it's like his ears were hurting, why do I have to run into you while I'm thinking about what a domesticated you would look like

"Hi, how are you?" He must have just woke up because his voice was deep as hell, and he had dark circles under his beautiful brown eyes

"-hi-" I couldn't think of anything else to say, I walked away quickly

"Hey can we go for lunch?" I asked my dad quickly

"Sorry kid, we got a case" disappointing but at least I can talk to Garcia alone (we've become good friends)

A while after they left:

I just walked straight into Garcia's office

"I SAID HI, TWICE" I said terrified

"Woah woah woah, what are we flipping out about" she looked very concerned

"I said hi twice! We bumped into each other and I said 'oh hi' and he said 'hi, how are you?' And I JUST SAID HI AGAIN?! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO REDUCE MY IQ TO 3?!"

"Wai- you mea-" I cut her off

"Spencer! Yes! Duh! Why does he have to be so hot and smart and adorable, I mean have you read his paper on quantum physics?! Only a perfect man could be that smart and THAT HOT!" I flopped on the couch in her bat cave

"Okay, baby doll, please don't be mad at me, I tried to tell you!" Only then did I look down to see the little red light being produced from the phone

"No."

"Yes." She said in a sorry voice

"Who are you on the phone with?" I asked nervously

"Oh! Actually hotch!"

"I'm not afraid to remove your knee caps Uncle Aaron." I said dangerously

"I'll help her hide the body!" Garcia shouted

"Ha.Ha. you want the bad news or good news?"

We stayed quiet

"Okay bad news is, the entire time Garcia's been on speaker, including the time that you ranted about boy genius, also bad news I'm sitting around everyone"

I could have cried until he said

"Good news is, is he can't stop smiling"

"EA" I let out a small yelp from Garcia nudging me and the information.

"You'll have to wait till we get back to ask her out, Rossi quit death staring him, you already knew, here's your fifty"

I ran out of the room and home, soon enough a couple days later there was a knock at my apartment door

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader

[astheraa]

Barking aggresively until im fed predator/prey nsfw hcs with maxim. (imagine if the reader also had a cage and chain kink-)

I decided to da a short story, tbh I don't know much about predator/prey kink,so I kinda made it more into the bratty direction.

Hope you still like it !! <3

Maxim invited you to his apartment, for a 'meeting'. He wouldn't lie if he said he wasn't horny.

He likes to see you lead a whole team, with a strong leading personality, but he knows how shy and tiny you get around him.

He knows anything and everything about you, and for sure he knows that you're massively crushing on him. Timur told him, unwillingly, he had a deal with Timur. If he loses, he needs to buy Timur a 500€ art supply kit, and if Timur loses, he needs to tell Maxim, what you said to him about Maxim.

Timur lost and he's pretty sad he won't get his kit anymore.

You both were walking to his apartment. And you also wouldn't lie if you said you weren't horny for him aswell. Not only because you saw him shirtless 30 minutes ago, while he was smirking at you, but you were horny for him all day already.

You catched him looking at you fingers on his chin smirking at yoh, manspreading and half open eyes.

You knew how to get him keen for you, you teased him all the way to his apartment that he could take a shower while tucking on his shirt only to see him shirtless again.

,,Stop", he said. ,, Make me", you said grinning at him. You both immediately sensed the tension between you two. You reached his door before you stood, blocking the entrance, his hands travelling on your lower hip.

You crossed your arms around his neck, looking directly into his eyes biting your lip.

He opens the door to his apartment, he pushes you into his bedroom and which makes you look at him in shock.

"Strip," he said, and your gaze became defensive. "Don't look at me, I hate to tell you the truth but you stink." He looked at you annoyed;,,Stop with those comments about my smell, I smell like a man ", he turned and left the room. "Go take a shower", you shout after him while laughing.

He complains again on the way to the bathroom, and you're silent for a moment "Don't let me undress you myself, you brat" he warned you from the bathroom.,, You're the sub for listening to me! Or Do you want to see me naked that bad?” You tease. No answer from his side.

He comes back and still sees you dressed, sitting on his bed playing on your phone. He roughly pulls you up and quickly pulls your sweater over your head.  He can’t help but look at your back, He even growls, as you finally step out of the rest of your clothes.

He throws you onto the bed, climbing over you, fixing your hands beside your head. You don't look at him which makes him grab your chin with two fingers thight.

,,You can be so tough and take such a good leading role among the others, but one second under me turns you in the biggest brat I've ever seen.", he says mumbling.

,,You smell that? It finally smells good in here", you say while grining at him. In no time reached his hand to your throat slightly chooking you.

,,Stop being so cocky ",he got up and took his shirt off. ,,Take your pants off and don't make me repeat myself."

You did as he said so, not trying to provocate him any more.,,Good girl", he said laying himself on the bed. He took you by the hands pulled you onto him, right on his bulge.

you leaned down to kiss him and he got right into it. He roamed your body with his hands, kissed your neck, throat, chest anything he could place his lips on. Moving your hips got him really going. He even growled while putting his head back.

He couldn’t resist anymore he -literally- threw you off of him, stood up and takes the rest of his clothes off. You just watch him standing there, breathing heavily, analysing you before he gets back to you, turns you around and picks you up by your lower waist.

Without saying another word he got right into you, letting you gasp in shock. He grabbed you by the hair pulled you up to him, breathing heavily into your ear. He let go of your hair put his hand on your chest so you put your hands on his arms, laying your hand on his chest. He was merciless, going in his pace.

You came but he still continued to pound. You asked him to slow down but he just but his hand on your mouth to silence you, he didn‘t care, he was in his own headspace. He didn‘t even react when you came a second time, he only stopped when he came. He sighed letting you go which makes you fall front face onto the mattress.

He just laughed at you for falling front face, you turned around to look at him, he looks at you with a smirk trying to hide that he needs to laugh real bad.,, You know you‘re really cute sometimes“ , he said laying himself beside you.

,,you idiot“, you just said putting on your shirt. He got up real fast climbed over you and said;,,Still testing me?“

,,You stink“, you said while smirking

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I really don't like this one, but yeah :/

#Kapkan X reader #kapkan #r6s kapkan #r6s x reader

[zackcollins]

Throwing ASSist || NYY vs TOR || 09/29/21

#thought i should gif this too #it was a nice play #so it only felt right #im open to gif pretty much anything from any team #so like #might as well do something besides the blue jays #and that one shohei thing i did #variety is good lmfao #anyways #these look lovely too #let me know what yall think tho #feedback is always wlecomed #<3 #new york yankees #baseball #major league baseball #r.t. makes gifs #baseball gifs #gifs #sports gifs #not hockey #robin talks #gio urshela #anthony rizzo #lourdes gurriel jr

[moneymasnn]

One where your just a normal uni student who is dating mason you go to his latest game to find out a few ig models have been gifted tickets (which they have tonight) and they have mason set in their sights. He sees you after the match and knows something is wrong so you explain and he makes it known it’s you he wants

You Make Me Human| Mason Mount

fluff fluff fluff (I haven't proof read so plz don't judge<3)

Burb: Basically explained in there request but, Y/n feels insecure after coming to terms with the fact she doesn't to compare to the models that are after her boyfriend, but not only does mason reassure her, he opens up about how any silly model could never compare to her in his eyes.

notes: I loved writing this! and also IM BACK I haven't posted anything for weeks, but I forgot how much writing for you guys helps my mental health! thank you for all the notes and follows and anyone that just supports, you guys will never know how much appreciate it. Corny lol.

Warnings: none just lots of mason fluff <3

You were sat in a Chelsea blue stadium chair, somewhere you found yourself most days you had off. Wrapped up in a thick puffer coat with one of masons old jerseys underneath, not that anyone could see it, but you considered it a good luck charm. You felt the most happiest watching the little blue dot that was mason run around a pitch for 90 minutes, you felt as though you could watch him play for hours and never get bored.

It was a normal Thursday, you probably should be a home finishing your university work, but you wanted to take a break and be anywhere where mason was.

Although, your attention would usually set on the match in-front of you, you couldn’t help but notice the gorgeous women in front of you. They were taking photos of each other in their Chelsea merchandise for what looking like their social medias, paying no attention to the game below, just their phones.

You usually dont pay attention to these things, but when one of them started talking about how she was going to sleep with the mason mount at this party after the match, you felt the blood boil in your veins.

Once the match had ended you and your sister, who had came to keep you company, made you way down to the family room where you sipped some free wine and waited for the team to get change and come join you. The thing is about the family room was it was less of a family room and more like a vip room.

You had noticed the girls from earlier in the corner with their tight leggings and rolled up Chelsea shirts showing their belly buttons and hour glass figures. There was no doubt you felt insecure around them, mason could have many of these pretty models but he settled for a dyslexic, broke, uni student.

“Y/n? Y/n? Are you even listening to me?” your sister said, clicking her finger in your face.

You wasn’t listening, your eyes were set on the girl who had “mount” and “19” on her back.

“Yeah, I am, sorry. What was you saying?” You turn your attention to your sister.

“Don’t worry, wasn’t anything interesting anyway.” She had turned so she was now standing next to you instead of in front of you, her eyes catching what had previously held captive of yours.

You watched as she thinned her eyes, glaring at the model. “Some girls have no respect, honestly. A tenner says she starts making tik tok dances in front of everyone with no shame in the next 10 minutes.”

You giggle at her comment, starting to feel slight more relaxed as you downed your free wine. You then notice some of the boys walk though the door.

“Well masons here now.” Says your sister as she notices a few of the boys walk in.

“Oh no, he won’t come in yet. He’s always the last one out, he likes to spend time on his hair.” You laugh with your sister as you patiently waited foe your boyfriend.

About 15 minutes later mason and Ben pile though the doors together, laughing loudly at something one of them had said, and it must have been really funny because the smile on masons face could light up a room. He hadn’t noticed you yet, but you watched as his eyes scanned the room for what was no doubt, you.

Once his eyes met more his pupils dilated and the sides of his mouth tugged upwards. However his smile was immediately stolen when he saw the sour look on your face, you thought you had hidden your jealousy a bit better, but obviously not.

You had been with Mason for 10 months and in that's short time Mason could read you like a book, he knew you better than you knew your self. To him you were predictable, but he felt a slight shock in the centre of his heart when he saw your face, immediately telling him something was wrong.

You once again downed you second glass of wine, causing a break in eye contact for you and mason. And when you looked back up again you saw one of the models had made her way up to your boyfriend. Her hand was on his bicep as she extravagantly laughed at whatever he was saying.

“I need another glass” you turn to your sister.

“Are you sure? You’ve already had two-“ she tuts as her eyes flicker from mason to you. “Look at him, he has no interest in those girls. What. So. Ever. Stop being insecure, because it’s you that gets to take the sexy footballer home tonight”.

You grimace at the fact she had just referred to your boyfriend as “the sexy footballer” but in no doubt she was right.

Your eyes move back to where mason was previously standing but he wasn’t there anymore.

“I’m gonna go look for-“ you turn to your sister to say, but you stop when you find what you was looking for is right next to you.

“For me?” Mason grins, as he screws back on the lid to his water bottle.

His arms warp around you as he kisses the top of your head, he could tell you was being stiff and then he knew something was definitely wrong.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing”

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me”

You didn’t have time to reply before a couple girls come over to talk to mason. You sisters eyes widened as she immediately realises what’s going to happen here.

“Hey mase, are you coming out for drinks with us?”

She has some stupid little child voice on, you wanted nothing more than to punch her, not only for calling him ‘mase’ but for the guts on her to place her hand back on his bicep as she twirls her hair in her other hand.

“Probably not, sorry” mason jerks back, freeing his arm from her grip.

“Oh come on macey, it will be fun” she smiles.

“Yeah Macey, why don’t you go have some fun?” You couldn’t help yourself, you had said it then stormed off. You head mason call you name from behind you but you carried on walking.

The plan was to just grab your sister, who had some how slipped away from you, and go. You wanted to be any where other then in this room.

When you spotted your sister she was with ben, since when did she know ben?

You walked over, refusing to make eye contact with either of the pair. “We’re going.”

“What?” Her and ben both said in sync.

“Why? You said we were staying for the after party?” She winned.

“Yeah, well, plans change. Get your shit were going.”

“Y/n? What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything” you reply, with an emphasis’ on the ‘I’.

“Can you just hurry up, I really want to leave” you look at you sister with pleading eyes.

She just hums and starts to put her coat on, “Can I erm, maybe get your number?” Mumbles Ben to your sister.

“What?” you say, looking ben up and down with daggers.

“Yeah of corse” you sister glares at you as she pulls her phone out.

“Oh this is not happening right now” you mumble and place you fingers on your temples.

You knew it was about time mason was going to find you, it wasn’t like this room was a maze.

“Y/n? What was that?” Asks mason as he comes to a halt next to you.

"Great" you mumble with straight lips, while you stare down you sister who is currently passing her phone to ben. Doing everything in your power to avoid creating eye contact with mason.

"Y/n?, please talk to me." mason calmly says as he grabs your arm to turn you to face him.

You could feel the gazes from ben and your sister, but your could also feel all the gazes of the gorgeous models staring at your boyfriend.

"I just want to go home-"

"Why?" mason interrupts you.

"I don't feel well." you cross your arms and stare down at the floor.

"If this is about that girl, I was never going out for dirinks I have no idea why she even said that."

"Mase, I just want to go home." you stare into your boyfriends confused eyes.

"Thats not fair y/n"

"Mase!" you scream out as his grip on your arm tightens as he's pulling you out of the crowded room and into a quiet hall way.

You sigh as you place your back up agains the wall, you don't think you can handle it anymore. You're nothing other than a in debt uni student, you don't compare to any of these models that want to be with your boyfriend.

"Whats this about then? come on then. Tell me." mason beacons you to reason with him.

You lift your back up from the wall as you stand straight, prepared to see your relationship crumble at the hands of your own insecurities.

"You really want to know? Mason just hums in response.

"Fine. I feel- I feel like there's so much pressure on me all the time, mason. Being your- being 'thee mason mounts' girlfriend is hard, Im constantly being compared to these really really pretty women, that might I add would literally fall too these knees for you-"

"And?"

"And, my point is. I don't get it ,mase. I don't get what you see in me when there's so many better options." but once again your cut off by mason.

"What you don't get is that you're what I want, y/n/n. You literally just said it yourself, I could have any of them models in there, sure. But the thing is, they don't want me, they want 'mason mount'. All of them girls in there just like the idea of being a wag, and all the publicity and attention it brings them. Them girls you're comparing yourself too, they just want to sleep with me so they can use me to social climb."

Mason takes a long breath before getting ready to say something else.

"You know, you're the first girl who hasn't looked at me like a piece of meat. You don't see 'mason mount' you see me y/n, and that's why I am so so so in love with you. You're the first girl who Ive looked at and though, "yeah, mums going to love her". And you're the only girl I've ever looked at and though ' yeah, I'm going to marry her one day'."

You couldn't see mason anymore because your vision was blurred with your tears, you hadn't realised mason made you cry until you felt the salty taste hit your lips.

"Y/n, I really want to have you in my life for as long as your have me, because- because you make me feel human."

Mason walks forward and places one of his hands on your palm, intertwining your fingers. He uses his other hand to wipe away a falling tear before placing it firmly around your waist. You lent forward to place your forehead on his.

"I love you y/n/n"

"I love you more. Mase, I'm really sorry, I hope you know I'm not going anywhere" you giggle with a few sniffles.

"I'm never letting you go anywhere."

You both stood like that for a few moments, in each-others embrace.

"mase"

"yes, my sweet"

"You make me feel human too" you pecked his lips as you both hummed a smile into each others lips.

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Unwilling Truth

Word Count: idk pretty long🥲

Parring: lokixf!reader(platonic)

Warnings:mentions of torture, hostages, drugging, injuries, etc but always sfw!

Summary: After being injected with truth serum after a hostage situation y/n finds herself accidentally revealing some of her biggest secrets to the God of Mischief himself, and of course he’s willing to exploit any secret of hers if it means it will cheer her up.

my first ficccccc eeeeee. I have had this idea in my head for ages and im so glad I finally wrote it. hope you enjoy!💚

I did barrow one idea in particular from the lovely @writingfics-passingtime , I hope you don’t mind I am such a fan of your work and couldn’t help myself from including the “self preservation instinct” idea!

Also if the spacing is weird i am so sorry i barely know how tumblr works haha. enjoy💖

“Tony I need a medic team on the south side of the building two minutes ago!”

“Im working on it”

“NOW!”

The screams back and forth between Tony and Steve felt like a distance conversation from where you sat. Scenes as Steve paced in front of you were blurred as you attempted to keep your self upright in the cold metallic chair you were placed in. Pain at this point had dissipated from your body except for a lingering twinge in your wrists and ankles where you had been pulling at for the past hour. Although hostage was a not a term you wanted to get used to, this definitely wasn’t your first rodeo.

As one the younger members of the team, you we’re usually the one who had to get your hands dirty on missions. Fake hostage situations, talking intel out of someone, the more annoying or frustrating a mission was, the more your team volunteered you to do it, but hey, no one said being an Avenger was luxury. On this day however there was no tricks about the situation at hand-someone screwed up and within the first hour of your stakeout a day prior to now, you felt a rag forced into your mouth and boom, you were out like a light. Waking up sore in a small werehouse with shitty heating surrounded by a HYDRA strike team waiting for you to wake told you two things

Peter was not just playing a prank on you

It is way to cold to still be in New York

With a heat wave in the city a sinking feeling in your stomach appeared in a hurry as you contemplating how you would do in a fight without any limbs if u chewed them off just for a chance to get out of this room. But, even to your surprise, you didn’t give them anything of value. Hydras methods for torture while not the most splendid seemed to never be able to outwit your best and seemingly also worst quality-stubborness. No one quite like you would be able to leave their captors so confused and annoyed with their victim as you, frustrating them left and right with information that would always lead to a dead end. Although their methods brutal, with what you like to call “shock therapy on crack” or random injections of what you guessed was insulin KOing you more times than you wish to remember, your facade never broke to let them in. For as tough as you we’re and as much fun you were having messing with them, you could definitely feel the physical and emotional toll it was taking on you in around the 4th hour of this, and whike you were beyond thankful your team found you, it was now hour 9 of this endeavor, and you weren’t sure how much longer your could hold onto that consciousness of yours. Even as your eyes met Steve,who was now frantically attempted to undo the heavy chain locks around your wrists, you felt yourself slowly slipping.

“y/n you need to stay with the living come on”

Steve felt your cheek with his hand as he practically attempted to pry a fluttering eye open in hopes of keeping you awake until the medic team came. Your skin felt like ice which terrified him but he made sure it didn’t show in his reaction.

“hmmmhm doin my bestt”

your eyes remained closed as you mumbled your first words to him since he found you tied up here. You did your best trying to reassure him that you definitely weren’t gonna pass out anytime soon but your weren’t too convincing and even after these words left your mouth your lips began to tingle and you saw some weird black dots whe-

“uh oh”

klump

the words slurred out as your body slumped over. The last image you remembered was a worried Roger’s right before you vision suddenly went dark.

Your hearing was the first to return to you, as a loud continuous beeping from a nearby machine woke you from a deep sleep as you made your first futile attempts to open your eyes against the harsh white light the medbay so graciously supplied. After finding success with your vision, you shifted your head to its side to be met with the site of Dr. Banner nervously typing away at his computer. You looked down at the cot you were lying in, their seemed to be a surplus of blankets and you smiled at the thought of Bruce grabbing them because he knew you hated being cold. He was engulfed in the data in front of him, not even noticing you shifting as you woke.

“Don’t tell me it’s terminal doc I’ve got so much to live for.”

You smiled as your raspy voice seemed to spook Bruce who probably wouldn’t have ever noticed you were awake if you hadn’t said something. He smiled and came to check your vitals and shut off the beeping, making sure everything was in place.

“Sadly it’s treatable, which is a bummer I was so excited to have a way to finally get rid of you”

You smirked. Even after a traumatic last couple of days for everyone, humor was one thing you could always count on when it came to the team.

“No but y/n there is someth-”

Bruce was interrupted but the sound of the door opening.

“Ah so hypernation season is over I see”

“Says you Popsicle”

Steve smirks as he walks over next to your cot to scoop you up into his big arms and hug you.

“don’t you ever scare me like that that again kid”

“hmmm no promises”

You whispered back as Steve squeezed your shoulder making you squirm out of his arms and back into your cozy bed.

“How are you doing really?” Steve asked sighing as he smiled and stared at your weakened state

You stared off with a smirk and spoke plainly .

“I feel like shit, I have a terrible migraine, and yesterday was the most terrifying day of my life”

You furrowed your brow at the word vomit that just came out of your mouth so quickly, you almost questioned if you just simply said it in your head, but the confused and concerned looks from Steve and Bruce confirmed that it was most definitely aloud.

Being an Avenger meant that every thought you had makes 10 cycles through your brain before being said out loud, even to the people you trust because after that much time working as a spy, you just become conditioned to it. Saying the right thing at the right time was crucial to not jeopardize a situation you find yourself in in your line of work. Besides your training, admitting anything to anyone was not your strong suit, overall making this entire interaction just as a strange as possible. Bruce suddenly spoke up,

“Di-Did you mean to say that?” he asked almost quizzically, like he was trying to connect the puzzle pieces. With a confused look on your face and the sideways shaking of your head Bruce suddenly rushed back over to his computer.

“What is it?” You say up from your bed and tried to peer over at what Bruce was looking at, but was unable to make out any of the data. Banner than ran over to your vitals and rechecked to make sure you were still ok.

“Can you answer a couple of questions for me?”

“Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Please I promise this is more important”

You finally agree shaking your head and crossing your arms, frustrated that things were being withheld from you.

“What’s your name?”

You look at Bruce with an attitude.

“Really? What, do you think I have a concussion?”

“Answer me”

Bruce now seemed more scared than concerned so you obliged

“Y/N”

“Age”

“Y/A”

“Favorite Food”

“ Pepper’s Homemade Chili”

“Location of Project Penthouse”

Like it was programmed into your brain, an address was recited from your lips with zero hesitation only for you to cover your mouth with your hand a second later and produce widest eyes you think were possible.

Why the hell did I just say that?

Steve too sat their with mouth agape at the information you so easily forked over, while Bruce on the other hand simply went back to typing as he said under his breath, “ So that’s what you do”

“Bruce please tell me what the hell is wrong with me”

He sighed and turned his chair to face you.

“ It appears that Hydra was injecting a substance into you that contained a very specific chemical compound, one that is still in its very early stages of development” He rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses and sighed. You gulped as the awkward silence filled the air.

“Please just tell us what it is get it over with” Steve broke the tension luckily.

“It’s a inhibitor being introduced into interrogation situations” Bruce sighs in an attempt to sugarcoat it.

“In english please”

“It’s probably the closest thing we will ever get to a truth serum”

Of course it is

You too now brought your hands to your face to massage your eyes and temples. Out of everyone on your team for you to be the one injected with truth serum has got to be some of the most ironic situations you could imagine. The secrets you had could not only ruin you, but had the opportunity to take down your team altogether.

“Then how come I didn’t tell them anything?” you questioned, still wanting this all to just be some weird dream.

“Like I said this compound is not fully figured out yet. I believe they accidentally used a variant of it which had some sort of delay effect, which is why it’s affecting you now.”

“Is there any danger besides psychologically?”

“No I’ve done a great deal of research on the compound, we even have in house samples of this one, you should be fine but the-”

“Ok so how long is it going to take to wear off?” you interrupted.

Bruce sighed and showed you your vitals through a fancy chart on his computer.

“That’s what I was trying to say, uhm…we need to actually continue to inject it into you”

“Im sorry?” You looked at him like he had just told 8 yr old you Santa wasn’t real.

“If we don’t it’s going to kill you.” Bruce paused and then points to spiking lines in his chart. “The compound is extremely addictive meaning your body latches onto it and pretty much shuts down if it doesn’t get more of it immediately following the first dose. With about 4 doses in your system right now, if we cut you off completely, there’s a high chance your body won’t ever properly recover.”

You shut your eyes and processed the whole situation. Thinking it all through you finally realized

“Wait but I can sti-”

“No im sorry y/n, no more missions or even going outside the tower until your done with injections. We just can’t risk it” Steve finally spoke up after processing the entire situation himself. “I’ll go let the rest of the team know” He gave you a saddened look of guilt and then left to go notify the others.

You huddled and turned to face the wall your bed was up against the side of, pouting at the situation you found yourself in. Just because you now couldn’t tell anyone outside the tower secrets you held doesn’t mean you wouldn’t slip up and tell someone inside it. And to think the things that Lok-

“Ah so she does live”

Speak of the devil

“No honestly I thought I was going to have to care about you for a moment it was quite worrisome”

Without the desire or motivation to respond, the only action you preformed was the raising of your hand to flip off Loki who stood behind you.

“Is it bad to say that I liked you better when you were asleep?”

You finally gave in with a smirk. Loki and you always had a unexplainably solid relationship. The sarcasm and sass definitely played it’s part in your cohesive nature, but there was something deeper that tied you two together in an unbreakable relationship.

“Don’t worry, I liked me better then too”

Loki gave you a confused look as the words left your mouth but Banner interrupted his stares by handing him a note while he addressed you.

“You can go back to training starting tomorrow if you so wish, but no leaving this tower. We will do injections every morning at 8 for a week, Loki will be keeping an eye on you to make sure this drug doesn’t affect you it any way it shouldn’t.”

Loki who was now smiling at the note he was handed looked back up at you, like he now knew something you didn’t.

“Do I really need a babysitter? And did you really have to make it him?” You rolled your eyes and was pissed because if you knew anyone who would catch peter trying to swing you out of a window, it was Loki.

“Oh come on now y/n, I’ve always wanted to get to know you better” Loki gave you a sly, smile, making you nervous for the first time in your entire time since waking up. Bruce confirmed this to be the only solution for the time being only for you to sigh and cover your face with a pillow. This was gonna be a long week.

It was day four of your week long truth streak and so far you didn’t have too many complaints. Loki attended to his books for a good portion of the days, always keeping you within earshot, but never purposely bugging you. You did however run into a few issues that didn’t involve him. Accidentally blurting out that you didn’t like Scotts lasagna in front of everyone when asked what you thought of it as well as spoiling an episode of one of Wanda’s favorite old tv shows we’re definitely the low points of the week so far but hey, could have been worst.

Today however you found yourself already craving field work once again. It was where you thrived and to be without it was causing you more anxiety that you wished to admit. With almost everyone out on missions or projects you spent an abnormally long amount of time in the gym this morning im attempts to shake this tightness you felt, but even your workout couldn’t help relive the stress you felt over not being able to help your team. You showered and found a spot on the living room floor to make one last attempt to get out of your own head.

“What do you think your doing?”

You jumped and turned to see Loki hidden behind a book in the corner of the couch. You uncrossed your legs from your 2 second attempt at meditation as you crawled over to sit on the floor near him.

“I can’t get out of my own head. It’s not even been five days and I already cannot stand being stuck here” You said with a furrowed brow, still not adjusted to your compelled honestly with others.

Loki put down his book and stared off squinting as if he was thinking of the perfect answer to your issue.

“What does it feel like?” He said completely ignoring what you just previous said

“Huh?”

“When you tell the truth, it seems like it catches you off guard”

You paused unaware how you would explain the feeling.

“It’s like holding in a sneeze or a hiccup, the long I wait the worse it’s gonna get. It almost feels good, I guess im not very honest in general” You sighed, starting to accept the whole thing all togeter.

Loki smirked at your transparency as it was new for him as well. Your friendship was based off wit and sarcasm which was seemingly impossible for you now. But regardless, Loki noticed something off about you. The lack of engagement in the field was most definitely keeping you down, but it pained him to see you not even enjoy the day to day things you usually bothered him to no end about with your upbeat attitude. Working in the lab, training, even game night yesterday your attitude was completely arwy and he was on a mission to help you return to your normal self.

“You really want to get back in the field?”

You looked at him confused and then shifted into a smile, Loki even as your babysitter always had something up his sleeve.

“What’s in it for you?”

“I don’t know how much longer I can watch you mope around the tower all pathetic like, so really im doing myself a favor”

You smacked his leg that lay off the couch. He smiled, something about this honest version of you got his gears turning, but he held up his helpful facade.

“How”

“It’s really quite simple I canno-“

“Get to the point”

Loki sighed

“We practice.”

You were perplexed at what he was even proposing at first, but as you sat there the idea began to fully sink in.

Loki wants to help you but having you practice fighting a truth serum by asking you deeply personal questions that no one knows the answers to except you? Well what could go wrong!?

Your heartbeat quicken at the thought

“How do we know it will even help? Ya know, to practice.”

“If you really wanted to get back out there it wouldn’t matter”

Loki picked his book back up and smirked from the safety of behind the pages. He figured it was worth a shot exploiting this opportunity of honesty from you but knowing you as a friend, he figured there was no way in hel-

“Ok let’s do it”

The book was dropped from Lokis hands as he sat up in an unusually quick reaction. He stared at you for what felt like minutes, studying you to make sure this wasn’t some prank you playing on him but no, you were for real. He saw the hope in your eyes at this grasping at straws situation, and he knew there was no way he was turning this one down.

“Alright then…” Loki stared at the ceiling as he racked his brain for some intel he could attempt at hoisting out of you.

“How many safe houses does SHIELD have?”

“13-” You cut yourself off with a hitch in your breath followed by a quick hand up to cover your mouth as you swallowed the last number you were about to plainly blurt out.

“Take your attention off the answer and focus on the question”

“What does that even mean”

“Just stop thinking.” Loki sighed. “Give them a answer they can’t use against you.”

You sighed as Loki thought up some more grueling questions.

“What happened at Project Geronimo?”

You went to say something but shut your mouth before any words could escape. You told a deep breath and tighten your jaw as you plainly blurted out

“Stuff”

Loki held back a laugh as you sighed from the relief of an honest yet controlled answer.

“Now that sounds like you, now again”

You chuckled back at Loki as the two of you continued to practice your lying, starting to increase that hope you’ve been given, but something was still holding you back from fully enjoying this moment. Despite this whole truth serum fiasco, you still hadn’t recovered from the emotional trauma of what happened. Usually after a mission like that the team has time to connect and regroup, but this time around you felt like you still had an open wound from what happened, and Loki couldn’t help but take notice too. As the questions went on, so it seeemed did the silliness is Lokis attempt to cheer you up.

“Where is Bucky Barnes?”

“Somewhere!”

“Who is The Elder One?”

“Someone!”

“Who ate Nat’s last brownie?”

“Me!” you opened your eyes that had been closed for concentration and sputtered out a giggle at the obseritity of his question, but he ignored you as he continued to plow through questions

“Who’s your favorite in the tower?”

“Lohoki!”

“What’s your biggest fear?”

“Needles!” You blurted out unable to control your words any longer.

“What is your biggest weakness?”

“Im stubborn! oh that and well im pretty ticklish”

Your eyes shot opened and widened at the afterthought that just escaped your mouth. Loki’s head turned to you as you stared at the carpet you were laying on in hopes that he didn’t hear a word but you knew that was too good to be true. Out of everyone in the tower Peter was the only one to know of your deadly secret because a particular web shooter malfunction but you told him you would kill him if he told anyone, and he believed you. But now you sit here, with the God of Mischief practically salavating at the fact that you revealed your biggest weakness to him personally.

“Oh are you now?”

You swallowed deep as you were pulled from your thoughts by his words and darted your eyes over to your only exit being a hallway that eventually lead to your bedroom. A tight feeling in your chest and stomach began to form as you felt your body attempting to force the answers to Loki’s tease out of you. A simple whimper slipped out instead making you blush as you knew how desperate you looked. Loki on the other hand was now staring you down, his eyes feeling like lasers drilling into you as the smile on his face grew and grew. You finally gathered the courage to speak.

“Sooo there’s no way your gonna believe me if I tell you that was just a really great lie right?” You gave him a side eye, with very little hope that he was going to just dropped the situation.

“Uhhhh nope”

“Good to know”

In a blur you sprung to your feet and made a break for the hallway, but before you took even your second step, you feet were swept out from underneath you by Loki’s leg that hung off of the couch.You landed with your face against the carpet and as you attempt to scramble back to your feet you felt a weight on your back that pushed you back down.

Oh shit

“You really thought you were gonna get away that easy hm?” Loki laughed at the futile attempt.

“No but anythiinghg is behetter than thisis” you fumbled through your giggly words as you squirmed against the god that sat on your back, simply watching in delight as he tormented you without laying a single finger on you.

“Anything really? Gods I can’t believe I didn’t ask about this sooner.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear as he placed a hand around your side. “ It sure does seem to be a weakness” As his words trailed off he left you with a single squeeze to your side, eliciting some bubbly giggles to escape you.

What you were now finding out is that this serum not only made your thoughts and words portray themselves honestly, but also your feelings. Normally during a training session you would never let a cut or bruise distract you, but since the serum, you have had much difficulty masking anything you felt, and it was no different to with Loki’s torment. He found a few more sensitive spots along your sides that erupted you beneath him, unable to hide anything from the trickster, making this situation for you only a million times worse. Loki pleased to see this side of you, began to plot something devious. He lifted his hands off of you to let you calm down as he spoke.

“You know this is actually quite perfect.”

“What do you mean?”

“What better motivation for training than this?” As he finished speaking he wrapped his hands around your rib cage and allow for his fingers to find the gaps in between almost everyone rib. Then all at once he squeezed continuously, sending shockwaves throughout your entire stomach and to your surprise screams and spurts of giggles exploded out of you.

“NonoNOHO LOKI NO WAHAHAy!”

“See! If your able to handle this then Roger’s has to let you back in the field” He dragged his nails along your shoulder blades constantly getting a bit to close to underneath your arms which was beginning to drive you to madness. You did your best to muffle the embarrassing squealish laughing coming from you but you soon realized the carpet below was not great for absorbing sound. You couldn’t see but you had no doubt Loki wore a cheeky grin as he broke you apart.

“Buhuut LOki I cahant hanDLE IT STOHOHOP!”

He had finally wiggled his fingers in between your armpit and your arm that was doing it’s best to keep him from exploiting this sensitive spot of yours but it was too late his fingers were now sandwiched as he squeezed sending you into a squirmish frenzy.

“LOHOAHKI FOHOR REEHEAL NOHOHT FUNNY!”

“Oh you must be mistaken, this is the most fun i’ve had all week.” He weaseled his fingers out from the deadly spot. “Now what else have you been hiding from me hmm?” You stayed silent in knowing that if you opened your mouth you wouldn’t be sure if you would be able to ever close it. Loki sighed

“Ah I guess we will just have to do this the hard way”

“Wait loki what do yo-“

Before you could finish your thought you suddenly felt Loki’s weight shift off of you and you knew this was your only chance. You began to lift your self off the floor but as you got to your knees you felt a large pair of hands once again wrap around your waist and begin rapidly squeezing. Caught so of guard you practically screamed and began wheezing as the ticklish sensations, rendering you helpless. With your body practically limp Loki flipped you over and place you back in the same position prior yet this time your back against the carpet. Loki then released your waist only to then grasp your arms place then underneath you, and then return to his seat right along your waist.

this was so much fucking worse

Now you’d entire stomach was exposed and with your arms trapped underneath you there was no way of concealing your embarrassing reactions to the entire ordeal. Not only that but you could now see his face, meaning every taunt and tease was 10x more flustering. Best friend or not, Loki had this way about him, one that consistently had you flustered wether you cared to admit it or not.

“Now where are you most ticklish y/n?”

You felt your heart come to a full stop. He has got to be kidding. You went to laugh at him but as your mouth opened you found yourself milliseconds away from just admitting the answer right away . Loki watched patiently as you slammed your mouth shut with fastened breath and wide eyes. He was having far to much fun with this.

“You would like to know.” you replied finally getting yourself under control.

“And you would like to tell me”

Loki began to approach your bare stomach with his hands as you met his menacing glare with puppy dog eyes. You were cursing yourself for picking today of all days to wear a sports bra for your lounge wear. When Loki finally made contact with your skin a tingling sensation im your body began. Not enough to make you laugh but definitely enough to confuse you at how it was happening as Lokis hands remained still. But with the intensity increasing those familiar giggles began building up in your throat and it was taking everything in your to hold them back.

“Your last chance for mercy is fleeting young agent would you like to surrender now?”

“give me your wororst asshole” You smirked at him, in some way still having a hand in the fight on the bickering side of things made you feel better, but what you didn’t realize is that it was also about to make the rest of this situation a whole lot worse.

“Ah, ya know, I think you were right about one thing y/n,” He began to flip himself around so that his back was now facing you, you tried to sit up to see exactly what he was planning.

“stubbornness is your biggest weakness”

Suddenly Loki began rapidly squeezing up and down your thighs with malice in his actions. Your legs jolted from the shock and then began thrashing as the sensation was too much for you to handle. A few screams became silent laughter as he found a particularly sensitive spot near the back of your knee.

“Don’t tell me your that ticklish here” His sarcastic tone was followed by scribbles in this newly exploited spot. You sherieked at his attention to this newfound sensitivity.

“No wonder you lie so much you simply can’t handle this”

“STOHOP TAHAHLKING” You did everything you our power to get his hands away from your knee but your weaken state was no match for him.

“Now why on Earth would you wish me to do that”

“I CAHAHANT FUCKING HANEHEDLE YOUR TEHEASING”

Almost immediately Loki halted his hands from their torment and turned back around to face you, as you had now become a shade of red you didn’t think it was possible for a person to be. with your hands still stuck underneath you, you did your best to conceal your embarrassment but there was no point, Loki had already seen everything he needed to.

“Well then, I highly doubt you’ll seem to mind this then” He lifted his hands to make a wiggling motion right above where your side met your back. You shut your eyes in hope to ignore the tease but it was no use as involuntary giggles slipped out regardless, only growing in volume when his hands finally made contact.

“Who knew tough little y/n could be so easily undone with just a few tickles?” Loki pressed on still betting on his taunts to coax more information out of you. He knew what he was doing and more importantly he knew it was working on you. You sat there just accepting the torment for the next few minute or so, weakened more and more with each flutter of Lokis fingers.

“Im no stopping till I get an answer darling, we could be here all day”

So distracted buy his torment you almost completely forgot this was all about your stubbornness to not answer his question which honestly was quite typically of you. But now Loki was again attacking your rib cage, this time with much for vigor then before. It was almost unbearable.

“KNOHOCK IEHET OHOFF!”

“Tell me!” He said with a slight giggle of his own as his hand increased their speed.

“MY HIHIPS! NOHOW STHAHAP”

Loki, now with a statisfised answer removed his hands and allowed you to catch your breath beneath him. As much fun it was for him to watch you laugh and squirm underneath him from his torture, what truly brought a smile to his face was the cheerful relaxed nature you held while regaining your strength. It was the first time he saw you genuinely smile in what felt like months and he felt happy that he could be apart of this moment for you. Once recovered you stared up at him with fear of his wanting to exploit his newfound information but to your surprise he swung his leg around to get off of you and lay down next to you on the carpet. After a minute or two in silence he finally spoke.

“Hm let’s make sure Hydra doesn’t ever find out about this little weakness of yours, or else the entirety of SHEILD is going to be taken down because you’ve got ticklish hips.” He poked you in the side whilst laying next to you, causing you to jump.

“Shut up” You thumped the back of his head” “I cannot believe you just did that” You turned your head away from him as the embarrassment of the situation was now all catching up with you whilst you rubbed your ribs in an attempt to get the tickly feeling to dissipate.

“What, your going to sit here and tell me you didn’t enjoy that” Loki smirked still amused with himself.

“No I did but-“

You once again cut yourself off as you whispered a swear underneath your breath only to then burrying your face into the carpet hoping that that would somehow erase what you just said. But, it was simply the truth coming forward and Loki could tell.

“Oh im sorry, would you mind repeating that dear?”

“Shut the fuck up Loki”

“Ooo feisty,” He smirked. “hm guess I’ll have to find out myself”

Loki lurched over at you and wrapped his hands around your hipbones. As soon as his fingers dipped into the hollow spot where your hips met your waist you were already gone. Your head was thrown back but your body went limp under the Loki’s torturous touch that sent what felt like a vibrating electrical current through your body. Your laughter went silent within seconds as Loki sped up and slowed down squeezes on your hips, driving you into what felt like a ticklish coma. Finally he released you only for you to curl up in a ball, still giggling from the torment you just endured.

“Are you going to tell me the truth or are we going to do this all night?”

You finally composed yourself after a minute or two of trying to contain some arwy giggles. You took a deep breath and looked up at the celing as you spoke honestly

“I thihink it helps me”

“Helps you with what?”

“Anxiety relief, stress, whatever is fogging my mind. When Im laughing and with the people I trust i-it seems to take everything I was worrying about and put it into perspective.” color returned to your cheeks once again. “I think that’s why I torment everyone, Im rea-reallly just looking ffor attention. Loki could tell this was a new thing for you to share and that it was difficult for you to process, but he could also see the relief it was bringing you to finally tell someone.

“You do realize I will never turn down an offer to do this right?”

You sighed at his comment and Loki was taken aback by that response.

“That’s the issue, I can’t ask for it”

“Why not?”

You looked up and pondered the core of that question.

“One that’s like weird, I don’t know” You gave it a deeper thought and it came to you

“I can’t control my self preservation instinct. If I have the opportunity to escape it, I will.”

Loki finally understood the entire picture. He looked over at you as you held a defeated look on your face which he could not bear to whiteness.

“Come here”

Loki held his arms open as he sat up on the floor with his back against the couch.

Loki wants to give you a hug? Huh there really is a first for everything

Trying to remain unphased by the rarity of the site, you took him up on the embrace, allowing yourself to be embraced by him. You felt protected and an odd sense of care from the God that you hadn’t seen before but you weren’t complaining about it.

“Don’t ever feel weird when you need something. Im always going to be there for you,whether your honest with me or not” He smiled and finally released you from his embrace.

“Don’t be getting all mopey on me now, that’s Thor’s job” you smiled and so did he, seeming as though you were beginning to feel like yourself again. Truth serum or not you now knew two things

Never wear a sports bra outside of training in case of surprise attacks.

Loki was one you could trust to look out for you, even if that meant he had to tickle the shit out of you to do it.

#tickle #marvel #marvel tickle #marvel fluff #loki fluff #loki x reader #tickle fic #ler!loki #lee!reader #tickle fluff #first fic #loki x you #loki fanfic

[aruuq]

“Life of a Fugitive” – Hanma Shuji

characters: hanma x gn!reader

genre & style: fluff, maybe tiny bit angsty

word count: 1k

notes: i don’t like him but i love him. i don’t like how much fun does it bring me to write stuff with this asshole. anyways, d’ya have any cool headcanons or thoughts about this fine gentelman stupid boy?

warnings: mention of food

Love is not something that Hanma would have expected to change his life so drastically. He’s always been a lone wolf, a team of one, eventually two if counting his bike too, no one deserving his trust. It’s been much easier this way, when there’s not a single soul telling you what to do, barely anyone ever wanting anything from you, he’s always been thinking. Shuji’s not a devout man so he’s never prayed for it, but he’s wished for it, for peace, thus he’s gotten really surprised when nothing has come according to his plans.

You’ve appeared unexpectedly in Hanma Shuji’s life. It wasn’t even a summer rain where there’s not a single cloud in the sky or an unannounced quiz from the nicest teacher; it was a whole tsunami. The feelings overflowing in him, the man not ready to take any of them, not able to return them back at the beginning. Yet he quickly started to learn, accept and adapt – the things he’s best at – all the precious emotions of yours towards all he’s made of.

“It’s so cold,” a quiet murmur leaves your lips, and you rub your freezing feet against each other, trembling fists tugging thin blankets closer to your body. Your eyelids stay shut, a white mist appearing in front of your face as you exhale through your nose. “Can you, please, give me another one?”

“It was the last one,” Hanma answers, while checking a loud-creaking closet. The tone of his voice is the same as the expression spreaded on his face; numb, rather sorrowful, corners of the mouth at rest.

“Then come back to me, ‘m freezing,” you mumble fuzzily into the pillow, sleep still hovering over your body. “Wanna cuddle.”

He sighs, shaking his head slightly to the sides. “No can do. Need to go and get the sweet money from bitter guys like me, baby.” Shuji pats your head and you immediately lean into his touch, his slender fingers tangling in your locks. “I can leave you my jacket if you want me to.”

“Mmmmh-mh.” A murmur of denial resounds through the cheap material of the pillow. “You’ll catch a cold. Just.” You make a quick pause while the man moves his palm away, a short whimper of discontent from you makes Hanma let out a short laugh, and you continue. “Just tell these fuckers on the reception to turn on the heating, pretty please.”

You can hear him smiling as he gives three strong but affectionate strokes with his thumb to your cheekbone, and he brushes his lips against that same spot. His eyes widen in surprise, when you catch the drawstring from his hoodie, keeping him close to you. Hanma’s corners of mouth moves upwards as you ruffle your body lazily to the other side, now facing him, only one of your eyes opened, sleepy glare scanning his tired face. “Don’t even think about going without giving me a have-a-great-day-doing-nothing-just-waiting-for-me-as-im-working-hard-so-i-can-please-you kiss.”

And Shuji does what you’ve told him after cracking a laugh. He connects his dry lips with yours, hand grasping headboard for balance as he leans further. A hint of wonder still rummages in his head as he thinks about how it happens all the time for him to be caught off guard by you, to always let you catch him off guard. Because he hasn’t even noticed when or how it happened that you, without even asking, have taken it, the most precious thing he’s kept only for himself and it being not always, his trust.

It feels really weird. That you are real, that you live with him the life he’s bound to lead. The life of a fugitive. You’ve had a home, a place you belonged to, dinner always on a table, you’ve had a family. Yet you’ve decided to stay with him, to change the sleeping place every few nights visiting all different kinds of motels, the food mostly what he steals from shops – his tight and somehow fragile embrace acting as your new home with Shuji being your only family, but the one that feels right when being called a family.

The moment Hanma murmurs into your lips that he really has to go to get money from some bad guys, you once again hide under the blankets, and the steady thumping noises in the direction of the entrance door fill the room. “Can I do anything more to please you?” Shuji asks while dealing with the bunch of keys to places which half of you don’t even know where they belong to.

“Hmmmm…” And when you make this murmur full of thoughts, you really consider what you should ask him for, ‘cause you know that at the end of the day, he’ll probably get this for you. “Maybe these croissants from that little bakery? Those on the third shelf.”

“The ones right in front of the cashier?” Hanma asks, and you murmur in approval. He probably should be more concerned by the fact he has to steal something, the worse that it’s right in front of the owner – but honestly theft isn’t the worst thing he’s done in his young life. “Gotcha.”

Shuji glances for the last time at your trembling and quivering body, and he smiles only at the single thought of how much he loves you. It’s still new for him, the love, yet he thinks of you as a really great teacher and of himself as a fast learner, so he cuffs his sleeves ready to beat the shit out of the owner of this cheap-ass motel, and then out of the random people not willing to agree to give him their money.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #hanma x reader #hanma shuji x reader #hanma fluff #hanma imagines #hanma drabbles #hanma headcanons #hanma fanfic #hanma fic #hanma fanfiction #hanma x you #hanma x y/n #tokrev fluff #tokrev imagines #tokrev drabbles #tokrev headcanons #tokrev fanfic #tokrev fic #tokrev fanfiction #hanma shuji x you #hanma shuji x y/n #tokyorev x reader #hanma shuji fluff #hanma angst #hanma shuji imagines #hanma shuuji x reader #!aruu writes

[ackermanbitch]

Teenage Dirtbag (peter parker x fem!reader) Part One

a/n: i guess i felt like writing a series lol. just for context, this starts taking place during captain america civil war.

pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader

warnings: cussing

Part Two

"miss stark, it is six am." the automated voice came over the hidden speakers, jerking the young girl from her slumber. "already?" she groaned, lying back down and throwing her arm over her face. "WAIT 6?!" she shot up, looking at her door. "i thought i said 9 last night." she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"mister stark changed it before you went to bed ma'am."

she sighed, throwing her blanket off herself and reluctantly getting off of the large bed. "i'm so tired.."

stark tower was pretty quiet per usual as (y/n) made her way to the kitchen, which was a floor above her so it was a bit of a trip. "anything happening today friday?" she asked as she walked down the hall to the elevator, yawning.

"miss maximoff, mister rogers, miss romanoff and mister wilson have a mission i believe."

"cool, do i have to go?" she pressed the button, waiting for the elevator to open. "i think they would've told you beforehand if that was the case miss stark."

she nodded, "yup, you're right, as always. almost like you're an ai." she mumbled, stepping off the elevator and walking in to the kitchen. the lights turned on before she could do it herself making her look at the ceiling in feigned confusion, "god?"

"you're absolutely hilarious (y/n)." her dad's voice said monotonously. "i know." she chuckled, turning to look at him as he entered the kitchen as well. "good morning to you too dad."

"morning kiddo, glad to see you're up." he patted her head as he walked past her to the mug cabinet.

"um yeah, why am i up?" the teen asked, eyeing her dad with an angry glint in her eye. "stuff." he answered, watching the coffee brew. "there's a mission today, y'know." he added. her eyebrows scrunched up, "i don't think i have anything to do with it though?" she said with confusion.

"yeah but it's pretty important, you might wanna be ready just incase." he told her. "really? c'mon, i have like- plans and stuff." she whined, digging around in the pantry. "we're out of honey buns?!"

"plans with who?" tony asked, looking back at her.

"ummm.. yeah okay i don't have plans but i really don't wanna go out today, i'm sooo tired. also we're out of honey buns. oh, maybe we could hang out! you're not going, are you?" (y/n) asked, wandering around the kitchen to find a good snack. "maybe i'll order..."

"no i'm not but that doesn't mean i'm free. tony stark and iron man have different jobs. giving the BARF presentation today." he sighed, asking friday to wake the rest of the team up.

the young girl groaned dramatically, "god it's so boring here all alone though. and no one at school likes me cause they assume that just because im rich and my dad is tony stark i'm automatically an asshole."

"i mean, you are pretty insufferable sometimes." a new voice interrupted, followed by a laugh.

"shut up sam."

-

now (y/n) sat on top of a building, looking down at the crowded streets with a laptop and phone with her. she was backup again, keeping a keen eye over the avengers like every 15 year old should be doing on the weekend.

her powers weren't mary sue or anything but if she used them the right way they were pretty powerful. she called it glitching and her dad called it spatial jumping. being able to teleport anywhere physically. like any power it has a downside, if she teleported too much in a small amount of time, one of her limbs might jump without her leaving her without an arm or a leg. it happened once but she was able to blink back to it fast enough to bring the arm back to its rightful place but it still took weeks of physical and mental recovery.

she tapped her fingers on her leg, waiting for the signal to jump in and help. every now and then, natasha would check in over comms. she sighed, lying against the concrete of the roof.

a deafening explosion made her sit up, immediately popping up next to steve, a bit of blue particles floating around her. "oh my fucking god.." she whispered, staring at the mostly standing building.

"sam, we need fire and rescue on the south of the building." steve said, slightly exasperated.

(y/n) turned, looking at wanda, "what...happened?"

the red head stayed silent, her hand still covering her mouth.

-

"it's not your fault wanda.." (y/n) mumbled, sitting on the other girl's bed.

"it is, i blew up that building! i did more damage than the people we were fighting against (n/n)." wanda yelled, holding her head in her hands.

"well yeah but- yes, you did do that but what matters is that you didn't intend to hurt anybody. those weird terrorist guys wanted to hurt people, you didn't. you're just a kid, like me. you shouldn't be given this responsibility in the first place."

"i chose this, i wanted to help people with my powers..." she said quietly.

(y/n) sighed, pulling wanda into a tight hug. "you're just not ready yet. my dad, super awesome, philanthropist hero, used to create and sell bombs. i'm sure you of all people know that. his creations ended so many innocent lives but here he is now. using his talents for good. people change, wanda."

"are you saying i should change..?"

"no! no, no, no, of course not. i'm saying-... you know what, i'm really bad at pep talks.." she mumbled, looking up at the sound of steve walking in.

"yay. cap can help you, sorry, i have to run anyway." (y/n) kissed wanda's cheek before running off.

(y/n) sighed in relief as she walked down the hall, pushing the door to her room open and falling onto her bed. "i want honey buns.." she whispered, lifting her legs into the air and staring at her shoes.

she rolled over on to her stomach, picking up her now ringing phone and holding it to her ear. "god i cant catch a break..... this is the cooler stark! what's up?"

"um, (y/n), it's peter."

"who?"

"peter parker. you wanted me to help with your extra credit? because you uh had some trouble on your math test." the brunette said a tad awkwardly.

(y/n) cleared her throat, "oh my god, peter parker, hi! i like- totally forgot, avengers stuff you know?"

"ha, yeah, must be pretty stressful.."

"extremely. did you wanna like meet up or something? i can't really remember what we even planned." she laughed nervously, looking at her nails.

"oh well you said you wanted to come to my place, uh rather than yours because your dad would 'lose his balls' if you brought a boy over.." peter mumbled, voice breaking every couple words.

(y/n) laughed out loud, "yup, pretty much. i'll just come over whenever, could you text your address?"

"alright, sounds good then, see y-"

she hung up, shoving her phone in her pocket before aptly leacing her room. "friday, tell my dad i'm going out please." she called out, speed walking down the halls before someone could stop and bother her with more bullshit. she just wanted to meet up with this nerd so she could make it to the next grade without summer school. it really sucked being a stark without without the whole super intelligent gene. (y/n) was obviously intelligent, just not the way her dad was. since the day she was diagnosed with discalculia, she held a deep hatred for anything math related.

"i really wish i slept in.." she grumbled, sitting on the floor of the elevator as it went down.

a/n: can u tell i made this up as i went? idek but it will get better, promise and i will use punctuation in the next one, just didn't feel like it this time :) see ya.

#this is honestly just funny as fuck to me #tony stark x daughter reader #tony stark #tony stark x reader #mcu x reader #avengers x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #slowburn

[sluttyminghao]

studio stress | h.vc

w.c: 3.5k request:  hi!! can i request a dom!vernon x fem reader where he fucks her in the studio because he’s jealous? maybe because his gf talked to another member or something lmao genre: smut! pairing: vernon x female!reader contains: dom!vernon, jealous vern, sub!female!reader, mentions of spit play, oral and fingering (fem. receiving), mentions of restraints, marking, slight degradation, vern is a bit of a shithead lmao a/n: amazing idea! thank you for this anon! im also tagging @junsol​ because she wanted to see this :)

Vernon wasn’t the type to get jealous much, if at all really.

He was normally always level headed and calm, and he had no problem with you hanging out with his band mates when he wasn't around, because he trusted both you and them enough to know that neither of you would do anything. Vernon’s bandmates respected and liked you enough to know that you wouldn't do anything with them, and vice versa.

Your boyfriend and his bandmates were currently under a significant amount of stress, however, due to their new album preparing to be released in the following weeks. They were snippy and snide to one another, and their actions didn't always come off in the nicest ways, even towards you, but you knew they really didn't mean it at the end of the day, and they would always apologize to you after.

Today was one of those days, and it was particularly awful. You didn’t know just how bad it was going to be, but if the texts from the other band members was anything to go off, you were in for a doozy.

You were headed towards their recording studio after Vernon had sent you a text to come visit, and you were more than ecstatic to see him after he had holed himself away for a few days, only sparing a few minutes to text you. You hadn’t really minded of course, but you had missed him dearly, and you knew that seeing him would make your day better.

The texts had been short and concise, and only really things like “hello” and “i love you”, but it was nice to know that he was still thinking about you even when he was under so much pressure with his company and his bandmates. You knew that after the album came out though, they would all go back to their happy and relaxed selves, and you would have your boyfriend back in your hold soon enough.

The walk to the studio wasn’t overly long, but the cool winter air had seeped under your various layers of clothes and had ultimately chilled you to the bone by the time you were standing outside the studio, your body shivering and teeth chattering, texting your boyfriend to let him know you had arrived. The door to the studio quickly swung open not long after the text had been sent, and Seokmin was standing in the doorway with his signature sunshine smile.

“Hey you! Come on in, Vernon’s been expecting you for hours!” He exclaimed loudly, his broad frame moving out of the way so that you could walk in to the warm building and attempt to shake off the cold. “Thanks for letting me in Seokmin, how is everyone doing today?” You asked as you shrugged off your jacket, quirking a brow in confusion when you heard faint shouting coming from down the hallway.

“Uh...it’s not going great at the minute,” he muttered, his lips forming a pout at yet another shout, followed by a crash sounded from the room down the hall. He sighed and lead you down the hallway, where the voices became louder and the screaming more prominent, your eyes widening in surprise that the team seemed to be crumbling behind the very door you were about to walk through.

Just as Seokmin pushed the door open to the recording studio, the voices that were screaming just seconds before had become hushed and the bodies had stilled, as if being a group of deer caught in the headlights. Every person in the recording room turned to see who was opening the door, and visibly relaxed when they noted that it was only Seokmin and yourself, making Vernon beam widely as the rest of the band members fell into conversation once more after exchanging their hello’s with you.

He stood up from his spot between Minghao and Soonyoung, and walked quickly towards you and enveloped your body tightly with his strong arms, his favourite cologne drifting up your nostrils and invading all of your senses in all of the best ways. “Hey ‘Sol,” you mumbled, your face smushed into his firm pecs, making him giggle at the slight vibration against his chest.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered into your hair, placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and sending tingles throughout your body. You smiled as you pulled away from his warm body reluctantly, letting him return to whatever he had been doing previously, and finding yourself a chair to sit on while he worked.

Finding purchase on a seat across the room, you found yourself squished between Seungcheol and Seungkwan and quickly fell into idle banter with the two, who were bickering over something you could not quite comprehend, but you also weren't paying a whole lot of attention because you were watching your boyfriend busy himself with recordings.

He was busy concentrating on and discussing an odd bass loop with Jihoon, the pair trying to find the perfect place to put it in the song where it wouldn't sound weird or repetitive. Your eyes unashamedly grazed all over his body, admiring how toned he had gotten over the last few weeks from his constant workouts and personal training sessions.

You were snapped out of your trance however, when Seungkwan snapped his fingers in front of your face to garner your attention. “Were you even listening to me?” He quipped, sass dripping from his voice as he rolled his eyes at you. You rolled your eyes back in response, albeit with a huge grin on your face as he continued his story about picking up his Americano earlier that day.

While you were chatting with Seungkwan, you felt the hairs on the back of your head begin to stand, and it felt almost as if someone was watching you. Your eyes darted around the room trying to find the reason for the suspicious activity, until they finally locked onto your boyfriend’s dark ones. You hadn't seen him look at you like that before, and it only sent shivers down your spine and you forced yourself to look away before you flung yourself at him.

You tried to occupy yourself by having a conversation with Seungcheol, who was showing you some of the lyrics he was writing and leaning in quite close to you. It hadn’t seemed like a problem for you since you were always talking to them about their lyrics and what they were working on, but there was something that felt...off, about sitting and talking to Seungcheol, even though all of your previous encounters with him had been nothing but pleasant and fun.

Vernon’s eyes refused to move off of your form as you sat next to Seungcheol, and all he could focus on was how his blood was beginning to boil, watching how his band mate would wrap an arm around your waist or whisper into your ear and make you laugh at some dumb joke he had explained to you. It was all getting too much for him, and before he could even control himself, his palms were slamming down onto the table with a loud thud, causing the room to fall into silence and everyone’s heads to whip around to face Vernon.

“What’s wrong Vern? You seem a little stressed, almost like you need to get laid or something,” Jeonghan joked, playfully hitting his younger friend’s arm lightly. The room fell into silence again as everyone awaited his response, not sure what the outcome would be from his seemingly harmless joke.

“Everyone needs to leave, I can’t concentrate with all this noise going on,” he finally spoke through gritted teeth, and everyone stayed still for a split second, before they scrambled to gather their things and leave as quickly as possible, not wanting to know what was going to happen once they left.

Because if they knew Vernon, they knew that he was hardly ever like this, and if he was going to snap, it wouldn't be pretty and they didn't particularly want to see it. They gave you quick, worried glances as they left, and you could only remain planted in your seat as you watched your boyfriend’s form tense and untense the more he looked at the music in front of him.

“Are you okay, baby?” You finally squeaked out once the door to the studio had shut and you were left alone with your stressed out partner. He remained silent for a few beats, and you thought about just grabbing your stuff and leaving him to his own devices, but his raspy voice stopped you before you even had the opportunity to grab your bag.

“I didn’t like the way you were talking with Seungcheol, it really got on my nerves,” he spoke through his teeth, hands gripping the table until his knuckles turned white. Your head tilted in confusion, before a small laugh bubbled past your lips from his statement, which you could hardly believe. “Are you serious? You’ve never had a problem with me talking to him before! Why is it any different now?”

His body immediately whirled around in the chair he sat on and he stood up, making fast paces towards you. You suddenly felt overly small in his presence, and even more so with his dominating nature that he was currently exuding. His eyes had darkened a few shades, and it was a look that you were all too familiar with, one that made arousal pool within your stomach and a distinct wetness clinging to your panties.

“I never had a problem before, because he wasn’t flirting with you last time, sweetheart,” His voice was rough as he stood in front of you, a small smirk reaching his mouth before he was crashing his lips into yours harshly, teeth and tongues clashing and you couldn’t help but let a mewl spill from your lips.

“He-he wasn’t flirting with me Vernon!” You managed to stutter out when he pulled away and sat on the couch next to you, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. His head snapped up and his eyes bore into yours again, before he let a sinister chuckle fall from his lips, and he was ripping your shirt off, leaving your upper body exposed to the slight chill in the air, with exception of your bra.

“You must be blind if you couldn't see the way he was undressing you with his eyes and holding your waist tightly, but it’s a shame he won’t ever get to see you like that,” he seethed, letting his lips run across the expanse of your neck and collarbone before letting his teeth sink in to the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

A small hiss left your lips as he continued to suck on your neck, leaving pretty purple and blue blooms across the expanse. Your hands found purchase in his locks, tugging roughly on the roots and pulling him off your skin. “W-we can’t do this here...” you trailed off, voice growing small when you noticed your boyfriend stripping his own clothes off, another laugh slipping past his kiss-swollen lips.

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t get a say in that, I need to show you who you belong to,” he spoke nonchalantly, leaning over your body and unclasping your bra, before pulling your pants and panties down in one swoop, leaving you stark naked in front of him. You face burned red with embarrassment, and you poorly attempted to cover your body up with a pillow strewn carelessly on the couch.

“Why are you trying to hide your smoking hot body from me?” His dominant act dropped momentarily and he let his body fall so that he was crouching between your legs, his eyes softening as he looked at you adoringly. “I-I don’t know...” a stuttered breath fell from your lips as he removed the pillow from your grip and threw it across the other side of the room.

His large hands roughly gripped your thighs and pushed them apart, exposing your glistening pussy to the air and his eyes. You saw his eyes grow hungrier and darker the longer he stared at your folds, and he couldn’t help but lean in towards you and lick a flat stripe against you, a smirk playing on his lips when you gasp and attach your hands to his scalp.

“Fuck, Vern! Your mouth i-is like ma-magic” You moaned out, unable to stop your legs from violently shaking with pleasure. His hands kept your legs pried apart, and it only heightened your levels of pleasure when his mouth found your clit and he sucked on it gently, sending waves of electricity coursing throughout your body. “You always did like when I eat you out, I bet that Seungcheol couldn’t even come close in terms of eating you out, I will always be on top” he moaned out loud, reattaching his lips to your folds and sucking vigorously.

Vernon spent a significant amount of time alternating between licking and sucking at your folds, and it came as no surprise to either of you that you were nearing your first orgasm already, your moans increasing in volume substantially when he began teasing a finger at your entrance. “You’re soaked, baby, I bet I’d just slide right in huh?” He teased, hissing when his finger was met with no resistance when he did slide it in.

He could feel your walls pulsing around his finger, and he knew that you would be cumming any moment now. Your whines were like music to his ears, and only spurred him on to add another finger into your swollen cunt, the wet noises making his cock twitch and a groan to spill from his lips.

You were too late in giving him a warning that you were cumming, it happened so fast and before you knew it, your legs were attempting to close around your boyfriend’s head and there was shapes and white patterns dancing behind your eyelids. You could faintly hear yourself crying out his name as you came down from your glorious high, and came to just as Vernon’s hand caressed your cheek.

“That was a powerful orgasm, sweetheart, but don’t forget that I’m not quite done with you yet, I still wanna fill you up with my cum.” He all but growled at you, pulling his boxers down to reveal his hard and leaking length, a continuous bead of precum growing at the tip of his erection. His cock wasn’t overly long, but it still worked wonders inside of you, and the thickness made you feel so full it was almost as if you would split open. 

You leaned over to reach for his cock, but his hand gripped your wrist and held on tightly, making confusion cover your features. “No, we don’t have time for that right now, the members will be back any moment soon,” he replied, laying you down and hovering over your sweaty and shaking body. You could feel his heavy cock resting against your clit, and it only made you shiver in excitement at what was going to happen.

“F-fuck me ‘Sol...make me see stars,” You whined out, before he effectively silenced you by shoving two of his fingers in your mouth and glaring down at you with hooded eyes. “You don’t get to talk to me like that, slut, you’re lucky i don't have anything to tie your hands back with because that’s where they’d be.” He groaned, letting his tip slide down to your entrance.

He teased his cock at your entrance, prodding at it and pushing in slightly, only to pull back out again and leave you a whining and sobbing mess. “P-please...I need your c-cock!” You cried out, your body wriggling around on the couch in anticipation. He quirked a brow at your neediness, stopping his actions altogether and making you whine even louder. 

“Someone is a needy brat tonight huh? That’s bold considering you were flirting with one of my bandmates not even an hour ago,” he scolded, finally letting his cock sink into you slowly. “I- ngh, I wasn't f-flirting with him!” you screamed out, his hips finally meeting yours as he bottomed out with a low groan.

“You definitely were, I could see it in your eyes,” he stuttered out, his hips beginning a rapid and unforgiving pace. His cock was stretching you out so nicely and filling you right up to the brim, and you couldn’t even find the energy to respond to his snarky comment. His cock was making you feel amazing in so many ways, you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head and your legs beginning to shake the more Vernon pounded into you.

“Your cunt is so fucking tight, baby, I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself from c-cumming inside of you,” he groaned, lifting one of your legs up so that it was propped on his shoulder and he could angle his cock better inside of you, attempting to hit that one spot inside of you that would have you clenching around his cock in a matter of seconds.

“R-right there! Fuck!” You cried out, your fingers digging into the flesh of your boyfriend’s bicep and leaving bright red crescent marks indented on the skin. He smirked at your cries and continued to hit in the same spot over and over, hissing when he felt how your pussy began clenching rapidly around his cock, making it even harder for him to thrust inside of you.

You were so close to falling over the edge, you just needed one more action to send you toppling, and Vernon knew exactly what to do to send you into that fucked out state. He removed his fingers from your mouth, groaning at the sight of the line of saliva dropping from them and landing on your skin. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, I’m gonna make you cum so hard that you won’t be able to walk out of here,” he spoke softly, his hand moving down to your clit and rubbing harsh figure eight’s on the swollen bud. His grunts and the way his hips and fingers were moving sent you spiraling over the edge with a loud scream, your body arching up so beautifully.

Luckily for you, the studio was soundproof.

Vernon was so extremely close to cumming as well, and seeing your face and body contort underneath him sent his cock twitching and unloading his cum inside of you, painting your walls white. “F-fuck...fuck!” He moaned out, pulling his cock out of you and watching globs of cum fall from your pussy. He smiled and let two of his digits scoop up the cum and press it back into your folds, a defeated whine leaving your lips as you shook from oversensitivity.

“No more, please ‘Sol...” you rasped out, feeling as if you were on another planet from how lightheaded your orgasm had made you feel. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you, loving how your body shook in response to his actions. “You did so well...so well my baby,” he spoke softly, wiping his fingers on a nearby pillow. His clean hand came up to caress your face, gently brushing some stray hairs out of your eyes and leaning in to kiss you softly.

The kiss was so soft and warm and made butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him and hold him as close as you could. He finally pulled away from you with a wide grin on his face, before he got up and began to dress himself again and make himself look presentable. 

He turned to you and helped you to dress carefully, kissing over each and every mark he left on your body, as well as whispering apologies into your skin and making you giggle at his adorableness. “Do you feel better now that you’ve gotten some of your stress out ‘Sol?” You asked, smoothing out your hair so it didn’t look as messed up as it had moments before.

He turned to face you and nodded with a huge grin on his face, pulling you in to a hug and swaying with you slightly, humming an unfamiliar tune that nonetheless made you smile and relax into his body. Just as you were about to ask him what he was humming, the door to the studio opened and a few faces popped in, worry on their features.

“It’s okay to come in, we’re all done in here,” Vernon commented, your face burning red with his outright comment. The boys slowly trickled back into the room and made themselves comfortable once more, falling into small talk with each other and you before you decided to make your exit.

“Oh, by the way,” Jeonghan started, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, and you knew that whatever he was about to say to you, would probably embarrass you until the ends of time. You made eye contact with Vernon, who looked just as nervous as you felt.

“Some of these walls aren't soundproof, for future reference.”

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Temptation

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pairing - silas x forbes,fem!reader

type - fluffy smut, angst

note / request - “can i request a silas fic where the reader is Caroline's lil sis and Silas likes to annoy her, and he likes her a lot. Then Care and Damon are always into protective sibling modes where silas is around y/n. So one day they catch y/n making out w him, and then theres a lot of banter again” this was really fun to write! im not gonna rewrite background info lol so make sure to read the request. also the timeline of events is a little fuzzy so i apologise if i make a mistake. enjoy :)

summary - damon and caroline find you making out with the enemy, who just happens to be silas 

warnings / includes - language, sibling fighting, steamy make out, sexual tension heheh, you’re in your senior year of high school, suggestive

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“Hello, doll face,” Silas greeted behind you.

You jumped at his voice, but quickly settled down. “Hey, Silas,” you said dully.

“Why the long face, princess?” Silas asked. 

“Because you’re here,” you said. “Oh, that’s so mean. You’ve hurt my feelings,” Silas pouted. 

“Well, I’m not supposed to be talking to you anyways,” you stated matter-of-factly. 

“Ugh, you are such a goody two shoes. It’s cute, but annoying. Why not break the rules? I know you want to,” Silas said, leaning over the top of the couch, his face going right next to your’s.

You inhaled deeply, your heart pounding against your chest. You were attracted to him, no doubt about that, but if you even considered shaking his hand, Caroline and Damon would kill you. And you definitely didn’t want that.

“I can read your mind, Y/n. I know you want to kiss me, so go ahead,” he whispered. 

You didn’t turn your head, but your eyes wandered to the left. You got a good view of his lips, which made butterflies flutter in your stomach. It was so tempting to close the gap between you two, but you knew better than that. You turned your head the other way, standing up from the couch. You packed up your school work, deciding to leave the Salvatore house and go to your own. 

You were at the Salvatore house because Damon had offered to help you with your history homework. You took the offer and you two had been studying for a few hours. He had left you for 30 minutes to go and get you two lunch. In those 30 minutes, Silas had wandered into the house, looking for you. 

You pulled out your phone, texting Damon to go to your house instead of back to his. 

“Where are ya going?” Silas asked. 

“Home,” you mumbled, keeping your head down and walking to the front door. 

Silas stood in front of the door, making you look up at him with an annoyed frown. 

“Please let me go,” you said. 

��No, I’d rather see you beg,” Silas smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Please. Damon is waiting for me at my house with food.”

“Oh! Well, why don’t I just go with you, then? I’d love to see Damon.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you chuckled. “Why not? I can just pretend to be his brother! I’ve fooled lots of people already,” Silas smiled. 

“I think Damon will notice. Especially if I’m there,” you said.  “I’ll just sneak in then,” Silas suggested. 

“No, Silas! I just want to go home alone. Leave me alone,” you said sternly, looking him straight in the eyes. You went to push him out of the way, but his hands grabbed ahold of your wrists. His strong grip made goosebumps rush up your forearms.

Silas couldn’t help but smirk. You rarely ever had outbursts. He thought it was incredibly sexy and cute when you put your foot down. Especially when it pertained to him. 

“You are so adorable when you’re mad. You're so small, too. I can’t help but not take you seriously,” Silas chuckled. 

Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You masked your embarrassment by groaning and running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “Just let me go! Please. I’m hungry and tired and really need to study for my test.”

“What is your test over, anyways? History? Cause if so, I could help you out. I bet I know more than Damon,” Silas said. 

“No thanks, bro, she’s all taken care of,” Damon said from behind Silas. 

“You tattled that I was here! So naughty of you,” Silas glared at you playfully. 

“Step out of the way, Silas. Otherwise I will snap your neck,” Damon sneered. 

Silas sighed. “Fine! I’m only obeying because I want to kiss you before I die.”

“Fat chance of that. C’mon, Y/n. I got you a burger and those onion rings you like,” Damon said.

“Thanks, Damon,” you smiled gratefully at him. 

“See you later, doll face!” Silas called out as you walked to your car. 

“I’m sorry about him. I should make you the owner of the house,” Damon said. 

You shrugged, “It’s alright. He would never actually hurt me.”

“Well, we don’t know that,” Damon said. 

“Yes, we do. Sure, he might threaten to kill me sometimes, but his liking for me trumps any chance of him killing me. I don’t fear him, he’s just extremely annoying,” you said, getting in your car.

“Agreed,” Damon said. 

You two drove to your house, eating lunch and studying for a few more hours. Caroline and Elena then came home, talking to you and Damon about a party at the Grill. 

“Can I come?” You asked. 

“Um, yeah, sure,” Caroline nodded. 

You smiled excitedly. You barley went to any of these parties. You usually were at home studying or hiding away in your house because Caroline and Damon were always worried for you, but Caroline figured that since she and Damon and everyone else would be there, they would be able to protect you. 

So you took a quick shower and got ready for the night. You put on ripped jeans and a black, spaghetti-strapped top with a jean jacket. You put on heeled boots and put on some silver jewellery, as well as lined your eyes with eyeliner and painted your lips red with lipstick.

“Oh, you look so cute!” Elena exclaimed as you walked out of your room. 

“Thanks, Elena,” you smiled at her. 

“No, go change,” Caroline said. “Why?” You frowned. 

“Because Silas could be there and that outfit would tempt him even more,” Damon explained. 

You rolled your eyes. “So when Klaus was here, Caroline could wear anything, but I guess since I’m younger and a human, I can’t? That’s so unfair.”

“She’s right, guys. I hate Silas as much as you two, but let her dress how she wants. We’ll be there to protect her. Plus, if Silas thinks she’s hot, then good for her. She is,” Elena agreed with you. 

You smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she smiled. 

“Ugh, fine! But no drinking, okay?” Caroline said. 

“Ay, ay captain,” you said. You four went out to Elena’s SUV, driving to the Grill. 

Loud music blasted into your ears as soon as you stepped inside. You smiled as you saw everything dancing and having the time of their life. 

“Shots?” Caroline suggested. 

“Hell yeah!” Elena squealed. 

“Iced tea for you, Y/n?” Caroline asked. “Yes, please,” you nodded. 

“Alright, you guys go to the pool table. I’ll be back,” Caroline said. 

“Where is Stefan?” You asked, looking around the bar and walking to the pool table that was conveniently empty. 

“Right here!” 

You turned around, smiling once you saw Stefan in a grey shirt, jeans, and his leather jacket. You went to hug him, but Damon stopped you. 

“Ah, ah, ah. How do we know it isn’t Silas?” Damon asked. 

Stefan rolled his eyes. He pulled out a blood bag from his pocket, taking it and drinking it quickly. 

“Alright, alright, we know it’s you. Cool it on the blood, brother. Don’t want to go into a bloodlust,” Damon said, taking the empty bag and throwing it in the trash. 

“Well, I don’t really know how else to prove I’m not Silas,” Stefan sighed. “Can I get that hug now?”

You smiled and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. 

Between everyone else, Damon and Stefan were your best friends. They were like the brothers you’ve never had, protecting you and teasing you whenever they felt like it was necessary. You hadn’t seen Stefan in a while since he was found in the safe, but you were glad to see he was okay. 

“Glad to see you’re okay, Stef,” you said, pulling back. 

“And I’m glad to see you haven’t fallen victim to my doppelgänger,” Stefan smiled. 

Caroline came back with shots, pleasantly surprised to see Stefan. 

“Stefan! You’re here! Oh, my God the whole gang is here!” She squealed, putting down the shots and engulfing Stefan is a big hug. 

“I’m excited to be here, too. This is the first time I’ve really gone out for fun. I hope nothing goes wrong,” Stefan joked. 

“Well, if any of you spot Silas, make sure to not let him get close to Y/n. We don’t know what he could do to her,” Caroline said.

You rolled your eyes at her concern, but didn’t say anything. You knew it would end up with you two arguing and that was the last thing anything wanted. Forbes were very controlling and heated when they got angry.

You took your tea and sipped on it as Damon downed the first shot. 

“Wait, are we playing in teams?” You asked. 

“Yeah, which one do you wanna be one? Damon and I’s?” Stefan asked. 

“Definitely yours,” you said. “Oh, what! You know I win all the time,” Damon said. 

“Yeah, but when you lose you get so mad. It’s hilarious,” you giggled.

“True, it is cute,” Elena smirked. 

Damon rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You two are so annoying.”

You smiled and played with your friends for a little while. It came to a time where everyone was too tipsy to where they could barely walk, so you were in charge of getting the drinks. Damon and Caroline, despite being pretty much drunk, stayed close behind you. 

“Hey, Matt,” you smiled at the boy working behind the bar. “Hey, Y/n! Let me guess, more shots and another iced tea?” He asked. 

“You guessed right,” you chuckled. 

“So, how is school?” He asked. 

“Pretty good. History is kicking my ass, per usual. It’s weird because I’m surrounded by history buffs,” you said. 

“Well, I know you have Damon helping you, but Stefan is a lot better at tutoring, in my opinion. I know he’s been having a rough time, though,” Matt said. 

“He has, which is why I should be your tutor,” Silas smirked next to you. 

You jumped slightly, surprised to see him there. You looked at him, seeing him wearing a dark navy shirt and jeans. Your eyes stared at his biceps and his strong, broad shoulders. Once you noticed him smirking at you, you looked back to the drinks Matt was filling. 

“Now I get the silent treatment? C’mon, not fair,” Silas whined.

“You shouldn’t be here, man,” Matt said. 

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about, it huh?” Silas taunted, looking at Matt with narrow, menacing eyes. 

Matt rolled his eyes, putting the tequila shots and your drink on a tray and handing them to you. 

“Thanks, Matt,” you smiled.

You took the tray, ready to turn around and walk away from Silas. He put his arm up, planning to grab your arm to stop you, but Caroline and Damon used their vamp speed to push him back. 

“Don’t you dare touch her,” Caroline sneered. Veins were circulating under her eyes and she bared her fangs. 

Silas smirked, not at all fazed. “Oh, please, I could kill both of you so fast, you couldn’t have chance to say bye to Y/n. Now, let me go, Damon.”

Damon’s grip on Silas’s arms tightened. “Not a chance. We’re going outside and I’m gonna make sure you are far away from here.”

Damon then took Silas to the exit, Silas looking back at you and giving you a wink. Caroline groaned in disgust and took the tray away from you. 

“You okay?” She asked. 

“I’m fine, Care! He wasn’t going to hurt me,” you glared at her. 

“You don’t know that! Why are you defending him? Doesn't he annoy you?” Caroline asked. 

“Yeah, he does,” you said, your voice trailing off at the end, alluding to something else.

Caroline stared at you intensely, gasping once she put the pieces together. “You… You like him? Ugh, why! He’s a monster.”

“I don’t like him! God, why is that always your first assumption?” You asked.

“Because you obviously are having physical reactions to him. We all see the way you look down in shyness when he flirts with you, and we can hear your heart racing. We just hoped you wouldn’t give in,” Caroline sighed. 

“I’m not! I don’t like him in any way, okay? Just because I defend someone doesn’t mean I automatically like them!”

“That’s what you always say! You need to get rid of those feelings, Y/n. He’s not a good person.”

You closed your eyes in frustration, sighing roughly. “I’m going to the bathroom to cool down. When I come out, you better not say anything else about me liking Silas.”

You spun on your heels, storming off to the bathroom. You washed your hands, putting them to your forehead to cool yourself down. 

“Feelings for Silas, please,” you scoffed to yourself. 

“She’s right. I know it, you know it. Everyone does.”

You looked in the mirror, jumping once you saw Silas behind you. You turned around quickly. 

“H-How did you get in here?” You asked.

“I knocked Damon out,” he shrugged. 

“What?! Is he okay?” You asked. “Yes, he’s fine. I know that you would hate me if I killed one of your friends,” he said.

You sighed, “I have to go. They’re waiting for me.” You went to the door, but Silas once again blocked the entrance. 

“You gotta be quicker, Y/n. Someday you might find yourself in real trouble,” Silas smiled down at you. 

“You are real trouble,” you retorted.

“Oh, we both know that’s not true. If I was then you’d be screaming for your life. But you’re just standing there, looking so incredibly kissable,” Silas said, shamelessly looking at your lips. 

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and you looked down to hide your face. “No, I just don’t want to make a scene,” you mumbled. 

Silas put his hand on your chin, making your eyes meet his. “While that is true, you also having feelings for me.”

You stepped away from him, his hand falling to his side. “I don’t. You’re evil and cheated on your girlfriend. No girl wants to be with a guy like that.”

“Elena practically cheated on Stefan emotionally, you’re still friends with her,” Silas stated. 

You furrowed your brows, not sure what to say back. He was correct, but you knew that wasn’t the point. You needed to get out of there otherwise Caroline and Damon would freak out. 

Silas walked towards you slowly, like you were his prey that he was stalking. You turned around, not wanting to look at him. Silas grinned, seeing as his plan would work out even better now that you were facing the mirrors. 

He put his hand on your bare arm, dragging his fingertips up your skin. 

“I’m so glad you took off the leather jacket. Your outfit looks so much better without it,” he murmured. 

You immediately froze. Your eyes were glued to the two of you in the mirror. You watched as his hand went up to your shoulders, pressing down lightly on your muscles. 

“Shouldn’t you be running, Y/n?” Silas asked, moving. your hair out of the way so he could get a better view of your neck. 

You knew you should, but his touch felt so good. It weirdly calmed your nerves down, but also made you flustered as hell. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to stay in this bathroom and let him take you. Silas smiled at your thoughts, lowering his lips down to your shoulder. 

“I can totally take you right here if you want,” he whispered, his lips making contact with your skin. 

You inhaled sharply, finding yourself stumbling back into his chest. His other arm went around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Your skin is so soft, doll face,” he said while kissing up your neck. 

You watched him in the mirror, your stomach doing flips. Your legs felt weak and heat gathered in between your thighs. You had honestly wanted to kiss him this whole time. You decided a few more minutes in the bathroom couldn’t hurt. 

So you turned around, crashing your lips onto his. Silas smiled as you kissed him, his hands trailing down to your legs. He lifted you up with ease, taking you to the sink and placing you on the counter. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands running themselves through his hair. 

“Silas,” you breathed out as you felt his hands on your thighs, going higher and higher. 

“You like that, princess?” He hummed, his fingers going higher until they reached your clothed entrance. He pulled away, grinning and looking you in the eyes. 

“Uh-huh,” you hummed, pulling his face close to yours roughly.

Your lips collided again, your heart and brain exploding. Kissing him felt like heaven.

Silas mirrored your neediness and put his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You pressed your chest up to him more, your hands going down from his head to the bottom of his shirt. You lifted it up, Silas pulling away so you could pull it off of him. You sat back and admired his abs and muscles, excitement growing in between your thighs. 

You dove down to his neck, kissing and sucking lightly. Your hands explored his chest, tracing along his prominate abs. Silas breathed heavily into your ear, groaning as you found his sweet spot. 

“Oh, Y/n,” he panted. 

You smirked against his skin. Before you could put your hands on his belt, the bathroom door burst open. You saw Caroline and Damon standing, eyes huge and mouths agape. 

“What the hell!” Caroline shrieked. 

Your eyes widened and you pushed Silas away from you, getting off the counter. 

“Really, Y/n? You pick him to make out with in the bathroom?” Damon groaned. 

“It is just happened,” you shrugged sheepishly. 

“Yeah, she’s a really good kisser,” Silas smirked. “I never would have expected it since she’s shy and all, but man, she is wil-”

“You shut the hell up. And you,” Caroline pointed to you. “Are going home. now.”

“He wasn’t hurting me, Care,” you said. 

Caroline looked at you two incredulously. “You’re making her say this! You pressured her, didn’t you!” She pointed to Silas. 

“He’s not! I was the one who kissed him first,” you admitted. “Yeah, but I helped a little,” Silas smirked. 

Caroline made her vampire face and lunged at Silas, to which Damon pulled her back. 

“Alright, blondie, why don’t you take Y/n home and I’ll deal with Silas, okay?” Damon said. 

Caroline huffed and nodded, grabbing you by the arm roughly. 

“We’ll continue another time, doll face!” Silas exclaimed. 

“No, you will not,” Damon glared.

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hot cocoa and cuddles part two (spencer reid/reader)

Title:  hot cocoa & cuddles (part 2) Request: no Couple: Spencer Reid/Gender Neutral!Reader  Category: fluff Content Warning: swearing (if any), mentions of a case/s, mentions of illnesses, tbh idk what else to tag Word Count: 2,348 Summary: the team returns back to maryland/dc after the case in alaska. reader discovers they still can’t warm up, even after everything they do. spencer tries to help out, again A/N: the long awaited part 2 of hot cocoa and cuddles. this is for the people who want to read part two and those who were looking forward to it… o.o thanks for all the love and support! Check out my masterlist! 

part one

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I pulled my sweater cardigan tighter around my body and shivered slightly. I pulled my hands away from my sweater and wrapped them around my hot mug, which was just hot tea. My eyes de-focused on the desktop in front of me. Anything Penelope and Aaron were saying went in one ear and out the other.

“You okay there, Honeybee?” Derek asked, looking over at me. I shivered and looked over at him. All eyes were on me as I tried to make myself not shake from my freezing-ness. “We’ve said your name like 6 times.”

“We’ve been home for 2 weeks and I am still freezing,” I spoke through clenched teeth. I wrapped my hands around my mug, which was slowly getting colder. “I have done literally everything to keep warm, and I’m still freezing.” I shook my head. 

“Maybe you should get a cat,” Emily spoke up. I looked over at her and furrowed my eyebrows. “Sergio keeps me pretty warm at night.” She smiled at me. I laughed lightly and shook my head.

“My apartment doesn’t allow pets,” I mumbled and stared at the table. I shrugged and shook my head. “I guess I just live in this constant state of forever being cold.” I frowned.

“Maybe you should get your blood check. You could have low iron,” Spencer spoke up, tapping his fingers on the tabletop. I looked over at him and shook my head. “Being cold can be a symptom of low iron… You could be anemic... hypothyroidism is always a possibility,” he continued on his ramble/.

“Hey, Spence?" I asked as I looked at him, my hands wrapping tighter around my mug, which at this point was starting to get lukewarm. 

“Yeah." He looked over at me with a smile. 

“I don’t think I need you to tell me of my impending doom because I’m cold. I went to Alaska, not a hospital filled with a bunch of sickly people,” I whispered. Spencer lifted his finger to retort but failed when I shot him a glare. 

“Get a boyfriend.” JJ smiled at me. I looked at her, trying to hide my smile but clearly failing. “Like your own personal space heater in bed. Body heat is a wonderful thing,” she mused as she flipped her file open. I shook my head as I glanced at Spencer. 

“Yeah, I’ll look into getting a boyfriend or my own personal space heater. Although, I’m not entirely sure if my apartment will allow those,” I pouted. JJ laughed and shook her head.

“Hey, Honeybee, I’m always free if you need a personal space heater.” Derek smirked at me. I laughed harder than I should have and looked at him.

“You seriously expect me to sleep in the same bed as you, Derek Morgan?” I cackled and shook my head. Spencer shifted in his seat and kept his eyes down on the file in front of him. 

“You shared a bed with Pretty Boy over there.” Derek nodded to my friend beside me. I tensed up slightly and glared at him.

“Better him than you, to be honest.” I flashed him a teasing smile. 

“Guys, let’s get back on the task at hand. Garcia,” Aaron spoke up as he looked back at Penelope. I stifled my laughter as I looked back at Derek. He grumbled something under his breath as he looked back at his file. 

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I swear my heater was up so high (or as high as my bill would allow), I had my fluffiest and coziest pair of socks on, and at least 3 different sized hoodies on… The Alaska case was several weeks ago, I’ve been home ever since then… So why am I as cold as I am? And why can’t I warm up? Maybe I should take Derek up on his offer. Though, I think that’d be a whole new line I’d cross. Hard pass, thank you very much.

I should be asleep right now. 1:30 in the morning and I was sitting in bed with a hot water bottle pressed to my body. Something is wrong and I don’t know what. Crap, what if Spencer was right? What if I do have low iron or anemia? Or that hydro… Hypothyroidism, whatever that could be… I should ask him what that means. I wonder if he would be willing to be my personal space heater again. I mean, I know I kept him warm every bit as he kept me warm when we were in Alaska. And, he knows I’ve been cold. Listen, I’m just trying to rationalize wanting to cuddle Spencer Reid. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t stopped thinking about that. And, I wouldn’t be upset if it happened again.

“Screw this,” I muttered as I climbed out of bed with a blanket around my body. I shook my head as I muttered profanities under my breath. My body shook as I walked towards the front door of my apartment. I slipped my shoes on and left the house, freezing as I left my warm home. 

And then I found myself standing just outside of Spencer’s apartment. Better him over Derek, I kept repeating to myself. I have a better relationship with him than Derek. Derek is more of an older brother to me. Spencer... I don’t know what he is to me. But he definitely isn't an older brother...

“Just… knock,” I whispered as I brought my fist to the door. It’s nearly two in the morning. I hope he wasn’t asleep. Although, knowing Spencer he was probably awake, reading over some old files. 

“What… What are you doing here?” Spencer’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I blinked before staring at him. He was wearing a black t-shirt and red and black checkered pj pants. Though his hair was messy and disheveled, he was definitely not asleep.  

“Just… Just coming to see how you’re doing,” I lied and shrugged. Spencer looked at me, raising an eyebrow. It was clear he wasn’t so sure of my answer. But to be fair, I wasn’t sure about my answer either.

“What’s really going on?” he asked, stepping to the side, silently inviting me in. I looked around his apartment and took a deep breath. His home always smelled like cinnamon and spice. I probably enjoyed it too much. Although, it made me feel warm… Which I was okay with. Answering Spencer’s question didn’t even cross my mind until I turned back and looked at him. “Is everything okay?” he asked again once I was facing him. I took a deep breath as I tugged on the ends of my sleeves.

“Uh, I was just… I was just thinking about the Alaska trip.” I wrinkled my nose as I looked anywhere but Spencer’s face. I was only mildly embarrassed that I was here… asking Spencer if he would want to cuddle with me… because I’m so cold. Man, I’m happy Spencer isn’t the teasing type. Not that he’d tease me about this. I know that anyone else would though… 

“What about the Alaska trip?” Spencer looked at me, his tone telling me he was very wary about my statement. I looked at the ground and shrugged.

“Just something you said, I guess,” I started as I looked at him, “Well, something you said earlier today,” I shrugged as I looked back down at the ground. I really wanted my blanket and hot water bottle. Even though I was warmer in his apartment, I was still cold. “Could I really be sick? Is that why I’m so cold?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest as I looked back at him. A shiver worked its way down my body and all the way to the tips of my toes and fingers. 

“Come on, I’m gonna make you hot chocolate, and then we’re gonna go lay in my bed, under the covers.” He held a hand out for me to take. I stared at it for a moment before carefully resting my hand in his. He clasped his fingers around mine before leading me to his kitchen.

“You didn’t answer my questions, Spencer. You know more than anyone that avoiding a question means your keeping something from someone.” I watched as he made two large mugs of hot cocoa.  

He still didn’t answer my questions as we walked towards his bedroom. And, in fact, he was silent up until I was sitting beside him on the bed, holding my mug of hot chocolate close to my body. Even though I was now in a warmer home, with a hot drink, several blankets, and the warmest person I know (despite his sometimes icy hands), I was still very cold. So, I looked over at him, watching as he flipped through the pages of his book.

“Are you going to answer my questions?” I asked, reaching over and placing my mug on the side table. Spencer looked over at me with a raised brow, slightly closing his book. “Am I actually dying?” I asked, feeling a certain fear grow in my tone. 

“You’re not dying,” he said as he folded the corner of the page in his book before closing it. I watched as he set it on his side table. 

“You don’t sound very convincing.” I shrugged, pulling one of my several blankets tighter around me. Spencer looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. He carefully gestured for me to move closer to him, and when I hesitated, he pulled me closer to him.

“You’re not dying. You’re not sick. You’re just cold. Everyone knows you’re probably the one who gets cold the most. Even when we were in Florida, you were cold,” Spencer said as he kept his arms around my body, holding me close to his. His body temperature was definitely warming me up, just like it had a few weeks prior.

“Hey! That’s because the stupid officers had the A/C on 65! It was freezing!” I moved away from him and looked at his face. I could feel a giggly smile grow on my face as I kept my eyes on him. “You giving me your sweater was like a gift from God.” I looked down at him. 

“I think that’s the fourth sweater that’s gone missing?” He copied my smile before laughing. I looked away from him, trying to play innocent. “And the only common denominator is you.” Spencer poked my nose before he pulled me back closer to him. I rolled my eyes before curling back into his side. The goosebumps that were once on my arms and exposed skin, were now fading away the longer I stayed beside Spencer.

“If it makes you feel any better, they were quite warm.” I smiled. I left out the part that I enjoyed that they smelled like him. “And, I’ll return them washed,” I added, again leaving out that I’ll be sad that they won’t hold his scent. 

“If they weren’t my favorite sweaters, I would say keep them. But I’m rather fond of two of those.” Spencer looked down at me with a warm smile. I laughed.

“Thanks for letting me in. I know it’s late. I promise I won’t make this a habit,” I laughed as I looked out onto the blankets in front of me. Part of me wondered what temperature Spencer had his furnace on, and how it was so warm. Mostly because my furnace was on pretty high and it was still like an icebox in my apartment. 

“It’s okay, really. You should work on getting a portable heater for your house and desk just so they warm up faster,” Spencer suggested.

I almost, very nearly, said “But then that’d mean I can’t come over anymore,” But I didn’t. So, I just stayed silent.

“Like Garcia said, your own personal space heater,” Spencer laughed. Though, I cringed, remembering what Derek had said.

“Yeah? Or I could just get a Derek Morgan.”

“Who would want him as a boyfriend,” he scoffed, sounding mildly hurt with my joke. I looked up at him with furrowed brows before sitting upright. 

“I never said I wanted him as my boyfriend. I was joking that he said he could be my space heater or a boyfriend. I was saying… What I meant was I could get a boyfriend instead. Because, you know…. Cuddling is a good way to-” 

“What if it was me,” he asked, cutting me off so swiftly. I had to look at him to make sure he actually said what he said, because he was so quiet and he said it so fast, I almost wasn’t sure.

“You want…” I furrowed my eyebrows, again, as I stared at him. Spencer was looking down at the blankets, probably wondering to himself if he actually said what he said. “Spencer, if you wanted to ask me out all you had to do was ask.” Okay, I was definitely warming up a lot faster now, feeling my blood rush from a sudden secondhand embarrassment that I didn’t really want to feel.

“It’s a lot more than that,” he muttered as he looked at me. I furrowed my eyebrows before reaching a hand up to his face. I carefully guided him so he was looking right at me. 

“It really isn’t… Like, ask me a question, any question.” I smiled, feeling my fingertips warm up under the warmth of his skin.

“Can I kiss you,” he asked, his voice very soft. I smiled before nodding, feeling a newfound excitement flood my body. Spencer lifted his hands and cupped my face, warming my cheeks instantly, before leaning closer to me. 

As his lips connected with mine, I finally felt warm for the first time in weeks. His arms holding me close to his body, like he became my own personal space heater, again. I could sense that he knew I was warming up because when he pulled away from me and looked down at me, he was smiling.

“I’d be okay if I made a habit of this.” Spencer nodded as he carefully ran a hand through my hair. I couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Good.” I smiled before pressing my lips to his for a moment, “Because I could too.”

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Sugawara*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Suga’s Special Day ~ Sugawara x Reader ~

Short Stories

a/n: Sugawara is by far my favourite boy in Haikyuu!

I felt like trying something different this time! Besides, Suga deserves more than just the usual for his special day <3

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Birthday scenarios with Suga! Which one will you choose?

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⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃❤️← More Than You’ll Ever Know

⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃🎇← Light Up My World

⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃🎁← An Unexpected Gift

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‘More Than You’ll Ever Know’

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

w/c: 682 - - - Reading time: 2:05min (roughly)

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Today is June 12th, and everyone on the Karasuno Boys Volleyball team knows what that means…

“SUGAWARA-SANNNNN!!!” Hinata and Noya scream while running towards the setter. With that speed, anyone would think they're about to trample over the poor guy.

“Woah there, slow down you two.” Suga chuckles lightly. “You never stop, do you?”

“TOMORROW! IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY RIGHT?” Hinata jumps and practically flies over Sugawara’s head.

“Yeah! Your gettin’ pretty old now aren’t ya? Noya jokes, a large grin painted on his face.

“That’s right” Suga replies. “It’s the last I get to spend with you guys, so I guess it’s pretty special!”

“Y/N-SANNN!!!” Hinata yells, running towards you even faster than he did with Suga.

You were close by, and heard two familiar voices screaming your boyfriend’s name. So, naturally you wanted to see what the fuss was all about. Suga looks up to see you running towards them in the distance and immediately brightens up. “Hey y/n!” He calls out to you. “Whatcha been up to bab-”

“SHOYOUUUU! HAHAHA” Noya calls out and runs to catch up to the orange flash.

“Oi!” Suga calls running after the two of them “Don’t run her over!”

You abruptly stop at the sight of them all running towards you, a worried look on your face hoping they would take it as a sign to slow down.

Thankfully, they did.

The two bullet trains stopped just before hitting you and began springing up and down, as if they hadn’t just been running.

“y/n? Are you okay?” Suga pants, having caught up just moments later.

You manage to slip out a few sentences despite your heart still racing. “Yeah, i’m fine babe” you smile, “How have you bee-”

“yy/nnn!! You know what tomorrow is, right?” Hinata interrupts “It’s your boyfriend's birthday!” he jumps up even higher than before, seemingly having endless amounts of energy.

“Hinata, don’t interrupt y/n please…” Suga huffs.

“You’re gonna get him a cool gift right?! Or maybe even something else..?” Nishinoya jokes again.

A blush immediately comes over your face,”I have a few things planned…” you reply shyly, turning your head away embarrassed. Suga blushes slightly at your words before snapping himself back to reality. “Alright guys, that’s enough… Shouldn't you be using your energy for practice?”

“Oh yeah” says Hinata. “Suga-san, can you throw me some tosses?”

“Sure thing” Suga reaches out for your hand.

“You know I play better when you're watching.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After Practice

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Hinata, nice kill!” praises Suga while high-fiving the tiny giant.

“That was a good one Hinata! You really will fly high” you smile running towards the two of them.

Hinata beams at you, eyes shimmering like the sun “One more!”

“That was the last one Hinata, I gotta take y/n home now.” says Suga sounding rather worn out.

“But-”

“I wouldn’t mind if you continued, but Suga looks tired, Hinata. Wouldn't want him to be tired on his special day.” you press, winking at Hinata.

“Ohhhh! Gotcha. Well, see ya tmrw!” He replies, waving you two off.

You both wave back before grabbing your belongings, ready to set off home.

“Thanks for that, y/n.” Suga says gratefully, a small yawn escapes his mouth.

You can’t help but giggle at how adorable he is. “You know, you don’t always have to tough everything out you know. It’s okay to take a break sometimes! You put a lot of pressure on yourself when you don’t need to.” you stop walking and look up at him, his beautiful hazel eyes giving you their full attention. “Because you’re amazing, Koushi!”

The setter’s eyes widen and it’s hard to see, but a heavy blush covers his face. His heart pounds in his chests and before he has time to think about his actions, he puts a hand on your cheek, another on your waist, bends down, and kisses you passionately. Your hands reach up to hold him as his other hand drops to your waist. He pulls back for a minute and holds your chin up so your eyes meet. “I love you, y/n. More than you’ll ever know.”

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‘Light Up My World’

Genre: Fluffy fluff

Warnings: none ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

w/c: 528 - - - Reading time: 1:58min (roughly)

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“Make sure your eyes are closed babe!” your call out to Sugawara from the kitchen.

“I’m closin’ em” he calls back, seated eagerly on the living room sofa.

You smile at his words and begin to walk towards him, birthday cake in hand and vocal chords ready! This wasn’t just any birthday cake, it was Koushi’s favourite. About a week ago, he treated you to an expensive cafe that specializes in desserts, knowing full well how much of a sweet tooth you had. Ironically, it seemed like he ended up enjoying himself more than you were. It’s not that you were ungrateful or didn't like the food, no, it wasn’t anything like that.

He just happened to try this cake, your cake, and it was ‘superb’.

“Babe, You have to try this! This cake is delicious!” you squeal to your bf.

“Yeah? It’s really that good huh? Then I guess I gotta try.” You placed some on your fork and gestured him to open his mouth so you could feed him. His eyes widen at the taste, “Wow! This cake is superb y/n!” he beams at you, bringing a smile to your face.

You can tell he wants more, but he wouldn’t dare ask. So you offered for him. “You want some more?”

Suga shakes his head. “It’s for you y/n, I can’t just take your cake…”

“But you do want some more?” you tease. He nods shyly, making you chuckle. “Looks like someone has a new favourite cake.” you add.

So thanks to that new discovery, you knew the perfect cake to get him for his special day.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Koushiii, Happy Birthday to youuuu!!!” you positioned yourself in front of him, “open your eyes!” Sugawara gasps, switching his gaze from the cake to you for a few seconds before finally being able to speak.

“y/n… You didn’t…” he says breathily, still in shock.

“I did…” you tease.

“I can’t believe it!” he looks up at you, face slightly switching. “You forgot the candles!”

What? (whadidhesayyyyy) you stood there frozen, the look on your face was indescribable.

Sugawara bursts out laughing at your reaction and stands up, bringing both of his hands to cup your face. “That was a joke y/n” he giggles “you should see your face right now.”

“You’re hilarious Koushi..” you sigh and look up at him, trying to fight off the smirk appearing on your face.

“Thank you for the cake, love. That was really sweet of you.” he smiles down at you, placing the cake down on the coffee table before scooping you up into his arms, giggles escaping your lips.

“Did you want some candles? We do have some in the cupboard.” you joke looking up at him.

“Hmm.. Now that you mention it, they would be a nice touch.” He turns away from you dramatically, “but who needs em’ - - -"

then looks back "- - - when I have you to light up my world.” he pulls you back in and nuzzles his head at the base of your neck.

“That was really cringy Kou..” you giggled. “But you light up mine too.”

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‘An Unexpected Gift’

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

w/c: 443 - - - Reading time: 1:33min (roughly)

Pov. Karasuno’s manager

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“Daichi? Have you been getting enough sleep lately? Your eyes look heavy.” you rush over to the captain, who looks like he’s at death’s door.

He looks over at you and smiles, ”I appreciate the concern but there’s no need to worry. I'm just fine y/n, I promise.”

“Those eyebags are probably from dealing with Hinata and Kageyama” Suga says sarcastically while entering the gym. “Honestly, I don’t know how he does it.”

“Suga-san!” You jog over to greet the setter, water bottle in hand, jumping up and down. “Happy Birthday!!”

“Hey y/n! Wow, you remembered huh? That makes me feel pretty special.” He laughs, one hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“You are special Suga!” you state before your mind can process the words that left your lips.

Then they hit you.

You see, being Karasuno’s manager meant you took care of all the guys! And honestly you loved it. The team felt like a family! Being able to witness Karasuno in their bubble was something you were forever grateful for.

Along with this, It was clear (to everyone except you that is), that you and Sugawara liked each other. You were a scholar student, not dense in the slightest. Yet somehow, his feelings and your own had evaded you leaving you completely oblivious.

At least up until recently…

Sugawara wasn’t so much shy with his feelings, he just wanted to make sure things were mutual, in fear of scaring you off and losing the friendship you had built up. If he was confident in that, he would have no problem making the first move.

Naturally, he told Daichi about his feelings for you. So this interaction you were currently having was rather amusing.

Although over the past few weeks, you've started to become more conscious of your feelings too… (took you long enough,, thinks Daichi. ft the entire team)

“Wait- that came out wrong- im sorry!” you splutter, choaking with embarrassment.

Sugawara laughs and hands you back the water bottle you gave him. “Did you really mean it though?” he inquires.

Of course you meant it. He is special. Does he not know this? You thought.

You look up at the setter to see his confused eyes searching your face for an answer. So he really doesn’t know?

“Of course I did, Koushi” you reply, scanning his face in an equal manner. Then you add “especially to me.” and watch the setter’s eyes pop out of his head. You could practically hear how loud his heart was beating.

There's a moment of silence. Suga decides to break it.

“y/n?”

“Yes, Koushi?”

“C-can I kiss you?”

Another moment of silence. Which is now your job to sever.

No words leave your lips, instead you nod slowly while being pulled into his embrace.

You feel his warm smile greet you as he says, “What an unexpected gift.”

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~The End~

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a/n: hope you enjoyed! once again, Happy bday to our favorite Haikyuu mom ;) sorry if there were any mistakes and that the stories progressively got shorter haha I do continue to check on my stories post being uploaded so I'll edit anything I spot.

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