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In the Prefect’s Bathroom // Draco Malfoy

Request @bii-aan-ckaa​ : Hi there! I hope you are well. I just have a request for Draco Malfoy x Y/N. You’re dating Harry Potter but you hate Draco and one day in class you’re paired with Draco and he starts tracing his fingers up your thigh and whispering naughty things in your ear like how he would fuck you so hard and rough like you want it and how he’s seen how you look at him in class and how you turn him on and y/n gets flustered and goes to the prefects bathroom and Draco comes after and she just kisses him hard and they have rough hate sex and he makes her say how he’s better than her boyfriend and how he’s going to fuck her whenever he wants to

A/N: Tbh I procrastinated this request for a long time, but once I sat down to write it, everything came easily and I’m very pleased with how it turned out. Hope you enjoy! P.S Sorry about Harry :(

Summary: Y/N and her boyfriend, Harry, hate Draco. But what happens when Y/N gets paired up with him for a potions assignment?

Warning(s): SMUT!!! Unprotected sex, fingering, hickies, dirty talk, hate fucking, possessiveness, cheating

Word Count: 3.2k

Masterlist Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

{Not my gif}

“Harry, wait up!” Y/N called after her boyfriend. He was running a few paces ahead of her. The two of them were about to be late for Potions. Harry turned his head briefly and smiled brightly at Y/N. She rolled her eyes and sped up so that she was nearly beside Harry now. They sprinted down the dungeon steps and burst through the archway into Snape’s classroom just as the bell rang. Everyone’s eyes shifted to the pair, who were huffing and puffing. 

“Today’s lesson will be on Felix Felicis. You will each be paired up with a fellow student. No, you may not pick your partner. I will do that for you,” Snape said coldly. His eyes shifted to Harry and Y/N. “Mr. Potter, you’ll be working with Mr. Goyle. You, Ms. Y/L/N, will be with Mr. Malfoy. Perhaps with him, you’ll be able to actually brew an accurate potion.”

Y/N glared at the blonde-haired boy by the name of Draco. It was well known throughout Hogwarts that Harry and Draco didn’t get on, but their hateful relationship was nothing compared to his with Y/N. The two of them were prefects, Y/N being a Gryffindor and Draco being a Slytherin. This meant they saw each other at prefect meetings and at other school functions. Y/N despised him for multiple reasons. He was an absolute prick to her boyfriend, which obviously didn’t sit well with her. Not to mention Draco would tease Y/N about everything, no matter if it were her shoes or her nose. If Draco noticed anything out of sorts, he would poke and prod at it. And on top of Draco’s constant rude remarks and banter, Y/N couldn’t deny the fact that to put it bluntly, he was hot. She felt utterly horrible for thinking this about him, but Draco was, in Y/N’s mind, the most attractive boy she’d ever laid eyes on...aside from Harry, of course. 

Reluctantly, she walked over to the empty stool beside Draco and took a seat. The boy smirked at her and held eye contact for just a couple seconds too long before turning his attention to Snape, who was going over instructions. Y/N’s heart was pounding in her chest, and not from the running. The class had hardly started, and she was already distracted. She blinked rapidly, trying to snap out of her thoughts. Her eyes landed on the spread in front of her. Y/N knew Felix Felicis to be a difficult potion to brew because of its intricacy, and if she remembered correctly, it took many months to complete. However, it looked as though they were going to start from the beginning today. Y/N nervously picked at the skin around her nails as she scanned the ingredients. She recognized most of them: Occamy Eggshells, Murtlap Tentacles, Common Rue, and Thyme. But there were a couple other items she was unfamiliar with. 

“I will only help you with the first few steps, then you will have to go by your textbooks. We’ll start with the Ashwinder egg. Add it to your cauldrons,” Snape instructed. Y/N’s hand hovered over the various items. She was about to grab what looked like an egg, but a hand on her wrist stopped her. “It’s not that one,” a haughty voice said. Y/N turned to glare at Draco, who kept his hand on her while using his other to grab an orange-reddish colored egg. He tossed it into the air, caught it, and slid it into their shared cauldron. Y/N wrenched her wrist from his grip. Draco chuckled at this. “Not my fault you didn’t know what an egg looked like,” he retorted. Y/N huffed angrily. “Eggs can come in many different shapes and sizes. Forgive me for being cautious.” Draco raised an eyebrow as he turned up the heat of the fire beneath the pewter cauldron. He appeared unimpressed.

“Now for the Squill Bulb. Stir vigorously after adding it in,” Snape muttered as he slowly circled the classroom. Y/N groaned quietly. She wasn’t familiar with this ingredient, either. While she frantically scanned the table, she felt a hot breath on her neck. “You look pretty when you’re scared,” Draco whispered into her ear. A shudder ran down her spine, and she shifted in her seat while she pressed her thighs together. Her eyes flickered to Draco. He was gazing at her intently, his eyes running up and down her body. “Shut up, Malfoy. I'm not scared, I'm just unsure,” Y/N snapped, but she knew her words weren’t convincing. Draco leaned over her and snatched the brown bulb at the far end of the table. He lingered there for a moment, his body close to Y/N’s. Then he sat back, plopped the item into the cauldron, and began to stir swiftly. His eyes didn’t meet Y/N’s, but she couldn’t take hers off of his. Fortunately, she was snapped out of her trance by Snape slamming a textbook onto the table. Y/N bit her lip, preventing a curse word from flying, as she turned around to see her professor behind her. He sneered down at her and aggressively turned the book's pages until landing on the relevant section. 

“Follow instructions, Y/L/N. Just because you’re paired with Malfoy doesn’t mean you can slack off,” he scolded. Once again, all eyes turned to Y/N, whose face was burning crimson. She blocked out the shame surging in her stomach and pulled the textbook close to her so she could identify the next step in the potion. It called for Murtlap Tentacles. But first, they must be cleaned and chopped up. Y/N grasped the worm-like strands and laid them on her cutting board. 

She had just begun to chop them up when she felt a hand on her thigh. It was evident that the hand belonged to Draco. She glanced to the side, her eyes meeting his. He raised an eyebrow to ask silent permission. Y/N knew better, but she was curious and gave him a short nod. His fingers then traced lines up and down her leg, making her squirm. At that very moment, Harry decided to look over at his girlfriend. He gave her a soft, sympathetic smile to which she hurriedly returned as she tried to ignore what was happening underneath the table. But what Draco did next was not something she could put out of mind. His hand slid underneath her skirt, and she felt his finger brush over her clothed and slightly excited pussy. Y/N stifled a gasp and whipped her head towards Draco, shooting a nasty glare. He smirked at her and whispered, “Are you aroused, Y/N? Your panties are wet. Is it for me?”

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. How was it that even his voice was sexy? She luckily got ahold of herself and promptly slapped his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me,” she seethed. But Draco was unfazed. He added more ingredients to the potion-in-progress and stirred it absentmindedly. “You know, Y/N, I notice your stares. I see how you look at me. You don’t look at Harry like that, do you? Does he make you happy?” he questioned. Y/N straightened her spine, trying to appear unaffected by his inquiries. “He does make me happy, for your information,” she replied coldly. Draco’s focus remained on the potion as he asked another question, one that made Y/N falter. “But does he make you happy in bed, Y/N?” Suddenly, she couldn’t breathe. How dare he ask such a thing. Y/N opened her mouth to reply but found that no words came to her aid. Harry was the best boyfriend she could ask for. But truthfully, he wasn’t the most skilled in the bedroom. He gave it his all, but it wasn’t quite enough for Y/N. However, it wasn’t a big deal; Y/N didn’t really mind having to finish the job with her hand after the deed. Sure, it wasn’t the most ideal situation, but it definitely wasn’t something to break up over, not in her mind. 

“No answer, huh? Seems my suspicions were right. He’s not satisfying you,” Draco whispered. Y/N shifted her eyes to her textbook, trying to reassert her concentration onto her schoolwork. But then Draco’s hand returned to her thigh, and he leaned in closer. “I could do better. God, I’d fuck you so hard and so much better than he ever could. I’d fuck you until you’d have to beg me to stop,” he muttered while slipping his index finger past her underwear and starting to stroke her. Y/N tried to close her thighs, but Draco’s thumb and pinky held them open as his finger found her clit and swirled around it lightly. “You turn me on, Y/N. And I know you want this. You can’t fool me.”

Y/N’s chest was heaving, she could feel her underwear growing wetter and her desire for the Slytherin increasing. It was getting to be too much; she didn’t think she could handle any more. Her hand pushed his away, and she stood up abruptly, sending her stool backward. The screeching of its feet on the floor got the attention of the class. “May I use the bathroom, Professor?” she asked. Snape leered at her but waved her off. Without hesitation, Y/N ran out of the classroom and sprinted for the Prefect’s bathroom. It was much farther than the regular toilets, but Y/N wanted extra security. She climbed many flights of stairs before arriving outside the door. Y/N spoke the password and rushed inside, not stopping to admire the chandelier or the freshly cleaned marble floors. She made a beeline for the enormous bath, kicking off her shoes and robe as she went. When she got to the bath, she sat down beside it and slid off her socks along with her skirt and underwear. Slowly, Y/N slipped her foot into the water. It was the perfect temperature. Eagerly, she yanked off her grey sweater and button-down shirt, leaving her in just her lacey bralette; it was red to match her house colors.

Y/N scooted towards the edge of the bath and carefully slid herself inside, submerging her body from her stomach down. The steam from the hot water instantly calmed her racing heart. She crossed her arms on the edge of the pool. This prevented her from sliding all the way under. Gently, she rested her head on top of them. But before allowing herself to relax, Y/N quickly scanned the bathroom. When she determined nobody was present, she closed her eyes and let her body soften. But her craved peace of mind didn’t come. The events of a few minutes prior were still swirling around in her head. Did he really touch me, or am I just imagining it? No, I can't be imagining it, not when my goddamn clit is still tingling from his finger. Y/N knew the cat was out of the bag. She thought she’d been doing an excellent job of hiding her attraction to Draco, but he said it himself; he’d seen the way she'd looked at him. He knew she liked him. Y/N felt terrible. How would Harry feel if he knew his girlfriend had a thing for the boy who made his school days hell? He certainly wouldn’t be pleased, that’s for sure.

Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a soft chuckle. She opened her eyes to see none other than Draco, kneeling right in front of her. She screamed and instinctively crossed her arms over her chest; she almost lost her grip on the edge of the bath by doing this. But at the last second, she regained her grasp and this time opted to press her chest against the side of the pool to shield herself from Draco’s view. 

“What are you doing here?” she yelled angrily, refusing to look at the boy. “I’m simply finishing what I started,” he said. Y/N’s eyebrows knit together. “Wha—” She was cut off by Draco smashing his lips against hers. At first, Y/N wanted to push him away, and she tried. She pressed her hands against his chest and started to shove him, but then he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, and her arms weakened. She melted into the kiss, all thoughts of Harry leaving her mind. Draco swirled his tongue around hers, causing her skin to prickle with arousal. Y/N sighed deeply and leaned in closer. She squealed when Draco began to suck her tongue before he abruptly pulled away. The pair gazed at each other, pure lust in their eyes. Draco suddenly grabbed her arms and hoisted her out of the bath. Once her feet touched the floor, his fingers immediately found her pussy and began rubbing. Y/N’s legs shook, and she grabbed onto Draco’s shoulders as he slid a finger inside her. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Draco muttered. Y/N whimpered and clenched her walls around his digit. “Don’t worry, you’ll be full soon enough,” he stated while sliding in another finger. Y/N was desperate at this point. She hadn’t touched herself in a few weeks, and Draco’s fingers were skilled. They were bringing her to her peak before Draco had even undressed. Not only was he skilled, but he was also experienced and thus noticed Y/N’s body language. He knew she was close, so he removed his fingers. Y/N cried out as she felt her climax fade away. “What the hell?” she growled while pressing her thighs together, trying to imitate the friction he'd provided. Draco said nothing as he slid down his pants and underwear,  smiling at her neediness. She glared at him, furious that he had denied her her orgasm, but he paid her no mind. When his clothes were shed, he roughly grabbed Y/N’s waist and steered her to the nearest wall. Without warning, he slammed her up against it and forcefully thrusted his cock inside her. The combined feeling of being full and the shock of the cold marble against her skin caused Y/N to let out a guttural moan. She dug her fingernails into Draco’s back, through his shirt as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to adjust. His hips remained still, prompting Y/N to clench around him.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he grunted. Y/N whined when he still didn’t move and bucked her hips. “Oh, you want me to fuck you? Is that it?” he teased. Y/N narrowed her eyes. “I hate you,” she muttered. Draco winked at her and pulled out, she was frustrated initially, but then he thrusted back inside, roughly, making her scream. His hips snapped back and forth at a rapid pace. Y/N moaned loudly as her eyes fell shut. Her voice hitched every time his cock touched that spot deep inside her. “Tell me I’m better than him, Y/N. Tell me that I’m better than Harry, that I fuck you harder than him,” he growled. Y/N couldn’t form a coherent thought; there was no way she’d be able to speak a proper sentence. Draco gripped her arms tight and pounded her hard before ceasing his movements. Y/N opened her eyes; she was confused as to why he had stopped. “Say it,” he demanded. Y/N felt her body shudder and sweat slide down her neck. Draco slammed inside her again, startling her.

“You’re better! You fuck me better than Harry,” she sputtered. Draco smirked. “That’s right, princess. And don’t worry, I’ll be fucking you frequently. Whenever I want, I’ll sneak off to your common room, crawl into your bed, and fuck you until you see stars. I don’t even care if someone sees or hears. You’re mine now, understand? You’re my little fuck toy,” he husked. Y/N whimpered at his words. She’d never been more aroused than she was right then. He began to regain his fast pace, and Y/N cried out in pleasure. “Fuck, Draco!” she shouted. This seemed to egg Draco on as he thrusted into her even harder, making her tits bounce. “Draco, Draco, Draco,” Y/N moaned. The Slytherin grunted, leaned his head towards her neck, and latched his lips onto her soft skin. He took her skin in between his teeth and sucked forcefully. “That’s gonna leave a mark, Draco, stop,” she whined. Draco pulled away and snickered. “I know, that’s the point.” Y/N rolled her eyes. Bastard. 

Suddenly, Draco paused his movements and carefully pulled himself out. Before Y/N could speak, he spun her around so that her front was pressed up against the wall. He shoved his cock back inside her and resumed thrusting. “God, you’re so good. I’m gonna fuck you all the fucking time. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you, princess? You’re gonna let me pound that pussy whenever the fuck I want, right?” Y/N groaned, the sound of her voice and the slapping of skin reverberating off the bathroom walls. She was so close to her peak; she just needed a little more. “Answer me, slut,” Draco growled. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut as he roughly snapped his hips. “Yes. Shit, yes, I’ll let you fuck me whenever. Fuck, fuck! Draco, I’m gonna cum,” she squeaked. Draco gripped her hips tighter. “Then cum. Cum on my cock, you filthy little slut.”

That was all Y/N needed. She felt her orgasm pulse through her; it was as if her bloodstream was filled with electricity. Her body jerked with shocks of pleasure, and her vision turned white. Draco’s pace had never slowed throughout her high. In fact, it had sped up as he was nearing his own climax. With a few more thrusts, he came inside her with a loud moan. Y/N squeezed him tight, stimulating him through his orgasm. 

When he finished, he remained inside her as they both tried to catch their breaths. Y/N was utterly dazed. “I’ve never cummed that hard. Holy shit, Draco.”

“You said it yourself, I’m better,” he said with a smirk. 

Gently, he pulled out of her. Y/N turned around and leaned against the wall; her legs were trembling too much to stand without support. “I still don’t like you,” she stated. Draco cocked an eyebrow. “You sure bout that? You were just screaming my name about,” he raised his wrist to his face, pretending to check an invisible watch, “two minutes ago.” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to look intimidating. 

“Because of you, we missed the rest of Potions and are likely going to be late to our next class, you moron,” Y/N complained while walking over to her pile of clothes by the still-hot bath. Draco was already dressed, considering he had only taken off his lower layer of clothing. He was readjusting his tie in the mirror while Y/N scrambled for a towel to clean herself up with. Draco cleared his throat. Y/N glanced over to see him lifting up a washcloth. She grumbled to herself as she stomped over to him. The Gryffindor snatched the cloth from his hand. “Thanks,” she said shortly. Draco shook his head and laughed. “You’ll warm up to me yet, Y/L/N.”

Y/N flipped him off, not bothering to look behind her. She knew he could see her in the mirror. “Fuck off, Draco, I still hate your guts even though you’ve just rearranged mine,” she called out, making Draco laugh again. Y/N sighed softly in disappointment. Not even her humor could distract her from the thought in her mind. How were things ever going to be normal with Harry again?

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"Fancy Me" (Frank Castle x black!reader)

Summary: You are in one of the mobs that was after Amy for the bounty. Amy followed Frank one night and you committed treason when you kept Amy safe from your own.

Notes: Minors do not interact, GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sexual themes (stripping, face sitting, fingering, p in v penetration), fluff

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The first time you saw him, your heart pattered in your chest. The dreadful look in his eye when he was beating another mafia member for information.

You stood there in shock as he approached you with blood sprayed over his face. He was an inch away from your face and you fought the urge to gulp.

"Tell your boss exactly who did this. Frank Castle," his gravely voice sent a chill through your body. You nodded softly and finally took a breath once he left the alleyway.

You rushed over to your fellow mafia man and pressed two fingers to your neck, sighing in relief when you felt a faint heartbeat.

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of a gunshot echoing around you. Clapping your hands over your ringing ears, you hunched over your comrades. You froze when you felt something warm on your knees.

You looked over to see the man with a gun aimed at you. Looking down, you gasp when you saw a gun shot wound on his face and you realized that it was blood staining your slacks.

"Only need one person to send a message, sweetheart." he states before disappearing down the sidewalk. You rush away from the alleyway and ducked behind a dumpster a block away. You dialed your coworker and he answered after three rings.

"Can you pick me up?" "Where are you?" "Eighth Avenue," "I'm on my way." It took him a five minutes to find you and you slide into the passenger seat. He glances down at your blood stained leg.

"You hurt?" "No," "Who did this?" "He said his name was Frank Castle," "That was stupid. Why would he give his full name like that?" "It means he has nothing to lose,"

"Whose blood is that?" "Kaleb's. He could have shot me but he didn't. He shot Kaleb instead." He hums in response. "I'll put a detail on your house then," "No, don't waste the men on me. Put them on finding him," he looks away from the road for a moment and held your chin in his hand.

"I care about you very much. If I want to put a detail on you, I will." "Okay," you said softly and he pecks your lips softly.

**

You wiped your hand on your pants before looking through the scope of your sniper. A breath hitched in your throat when you saw a young girl watching Frank walk into the warehouse.

She peered over the corner and ducks away once the shooting started. You quickly packed away your sniper and tosses the back over your shoulder. You wrapped a wire around the railing descended down the opening flight of stairs. You left the wire dangling and ran across the street towards the girl.

She screams when you approach her. "It's okay, sweetie. I'm not going to hurt you. It's not safe here, we have to go." "How stupid do I look lady?" "You don't look stupid at all, honey. But you don't look like the type to defend yourself from armed men."

"That's sexist," she starts and you rolled your eyes. You can't believe you're commiting treason for this.

"Well, well, isn't this a surprise. She fell right into our lap huh?" Your manager says, two men trailed behind him. You turn around and instinctively held an arm out to protect the girl. "What is this?" "You're not hurting a kid," "Oh yeah? And who's gonna stop me?"

You pulled out your hand gun and aimed it at him before cocking it. When he reached under his coat, you shot him in the head without blinking. You shot the others in the chest and covered the girl when they shot rounds into the air before falling down.

"You okay, sweetie?" She nods and looks down at the men bleeding on the ground. "Everything is going to be okay. Just take me to where you and you Frank stay." "How can I trust you?" "I've betrayed all that I know for you." "I never asked you to do that," "I don't kill kids. Anyone that does, has a problem with me."

"You two are more alike than you realize. You have a ride?" "Yeah, it's just around the block."

You swung by your condo to pick up your dog and your go bag before taking her to get some food. By the time Frank came home, she was asleep on the couch. "Guard the girl," you tell your Rottweiler, Maya, and she sits down next to the girl.

"Before you-" Frank picks you up by your throat and slams you against the wall. "What the hell are you doing here?" "Frank, stop! She protected me. She could have let them take me, but she didn't." He looks to her for a moment before bringing his gaze back to you.

He loosens his grip on your throat but his hand didnt leave you. "Is it true?" "I don't hurt kids." "Found your boyfriend and two other guys dead in the alley. I take it that was you?"

"I wanted to make sure they didn't find out where you lived and tried to corner her. Now I need to go." You tried to step away but he applies pressure to your throat. "Go back to your room, Amy." Frank states, his eyes never leaving yours. "But-" "Now," he waits for the door closed.

Maya stays and growls at Frank. "At ease," you tell her and she lays down. "Take off your clothes," "I don't have a wire," "Take. Off. Your. Clothes." You huffed and unbuttoned your shirt. Tossing it on the floor before unbuckling your slacks and shimming out of them.

"Everything," "Are you serious?" He grumbles and goosebumps littered your skin. You unclipped your bra and pulled off your underwear so you were completely bare in front of him.

"Happy now?" You snap. "Turn around," "No," You pushed his hands away and shoved him into the nearest wall but you hated how your body reacted under his gaze.

"I'm leaving," you said breathless as you pulled on your clothes. "I'm sorry. I had to make sure." "Oh I'm sure you did," you grumbled as you only had to button up your shirt left.

"Thank you. I don't know what I would have done if anything happened to her," you nodded and grabbed your duffle bag from around the corner. "See you around," he says. You looked over your shoulder to say, "Hopefully not too soon. Come, Maya." And with that, you left.

**

You fled to Moscow and bought a flat in your new alias. You hopped in the shower as soon as you came back from your painting class.

You didn't even realize there was anyone in your flat until you heard Maya yowling. You reached for your gun under your bed and cocked it as you made your way down the stairs.

"Maya," your heart sinks when she didn't come. "Maya!" "Relax, sweetheart. I didn't hurt your dog," Maya finally came scurrying to you with her nub wagging furiously.

She jumps up to lick your face before running back towards the voice and you followed her to Frank sitting on your couch.

"How.. did you put a tracker on me or something?" "Or something. I need your help?" "Does it have to do with Amy? Is she okay?" "She's fine," he says with a smile as he stands from the couch. "Why are you smiling?" "Nothing, it's just a maternal thing for you to say. Are you a mother?" "No, but I am an aunt. And I like kids."

He was standing in front you now and you suddenly flashback to when he held your throat against the wall. Your heart pattered in your chest when you met his gaze. "What do you need my help with?" "To take apart the Mafia you were in from the inside out,"

Your mouth fell open in protest and he adds, "They're bad people and you know it." "I'm a bad person too," "Not like them. You're different." You paused "You want to know what I think,"

"What's that?" You paused for a moment, chewing on the inside of your lip. "I think the only reason I'm still breathing is because you find me attractive."

"I never said that," "You may not have said it verbally. But your actions say another. The first time you met me, you could have shot me and Kaleb and wrote a message to my boss on the wall. Instead you sent me to give the message." His tongue darted across his lips.

"Then there was your little incident in your apartment. And now you, a well known killer, needs my help infiltrating a group when you have infiltrated others just like it. Plus, you like the idea that I'm a little bit scared of you."

He tilts his head to the side in amusement. "I'm good at what, Mr. Castle." "Frank," he corrects. "Am I wrong, Frank?" He doesn't answer, instead he looks down at your lips. There was a deafening silence until he gripped your chin and slammed his lips on yours.

He hums against your lips and lifts you into his arms, his tongue slipping past your lips. He bites down on your bottom lip hard and you whined against him, making him chuckle. "You like that, huh?" Your panties were drenched in your slick and you bucked your hips against his toned stomach.

"You needy for me, sweetheart?" "Take me to my room," you moaned when he pulled away to kiss down your neck. He walks up the stairs and you continued to roll your hips against him. He kicks the door closed and tosses you on the bed. You pulled off your shirt and throw it on the ground.

You were about to take off your shorts when he grips your ankles and pulls your toward him. He slides off your shorts and underwear in one tug, sighing when he sees your folds. Gasping for air when he buries his face in your core and flipped over so you were straddling his face.

Trying to get up, he slides down your inner thighs and spread your legs further apart with your knees. "F-frank," his tongue dives into to your folds and nudges your clit with his nose. His calloused hands trails up your stomach and circled your nipples with the pad of his thumbs.

"Fuck that feels so good," you moaned, scratching at his forearms. Your body jolts forward when he flicks your clit side to side with his tongue. Your orgasm was building sweetly as you rolled your hips against him. "I-I'm close," your mouth fell open when you finally reached your peak.

Your eyes widened when you noticed that he wasn't stopping. "Wait, please. I can't. I can't," your body betrays you by rolling your hips into his mouth. He hums as he drinks in your juices and sucks at your clit. Your legs started to tremble and your grip on the sheets next to you tightened.

Shaking with your next orgasm, you slumped against him. He pushes you on your back and smoothed a hand over your hair. "You still with me, sweetheart?" "You're really good at that," you said with a tired smile and he couldn't help himself.

He kisses you warmly, your hands sliding up his back until they settled on his shoulders. He instinctively rolled his hips against your throbbing core, earning a whimper from you. Your legs trembled under him and he sucks in your bottom lip. "Frank, please."

"What do you want, sweetheart?" "Fuck me. Fuck me, please." You say breathlessly and he hums in response. "You sound so pretty like this," he takes himself out of his boxers and slides the tip along your folds. You both groaned when he slid into you with ease.

He puts his weight behind every thrust, knocking the wind out of you. You held the sides of his face to gain a sense of grounding as you kissed him senseless. The bed creaked and shaked under his thrusts. He grinds his hip against you and had you gasping for air.

You pulled away from his lips and turned your head to reach for the headboard. "Where do you think you're going?" He speeds up his thrusts and pins your hands at the sides of your head.

It wasn't long before you trembled with another orgasm. Tears blurred your vision and he stopped his movements.

Brushing away your stray tears, he held the sides of your face. "Are you okay? Was that too much?" "I'm just a little overstimulated. I'm sorry,"

"Nothing to be sorry about sweetheart," he tried to pull out of you but you shook your head. "No, stay there. Please.." he gathers you in his arms and lays down on his back.

Leaning back so you could lay on his chest comfortably, he sucks in a breath. "Sorry," you said with a yawn. Frank felt your breathing slow until he heard your soft snores. If he couldn't get you of his head then, he'll never get over you now.

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hiiiii!! not my gif! bye!!!!

songs (that you’re not prepared for :)) (also crank them at full volume otherwise you won’t get the full effect) — keep lying & metal man by donna missal

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body count never mattered to you. in fact, whoever created the notion that body counts were important or a need-to-know fact could shove it. you always felt that it was degrading and a useless piece of information. what did anyone gain from acquiring that knowledge? sure, it was smart to keep track for hygiene reasons, but not for social reasons, or for future relationships.

so when rafe posed the question, you couldn’t help but scrunch your face up in discomfort. he was curious and you understood that, especially at this stage. you had only been dating for a couple months and it had been great so far with a handful of late night dates and mid-afternoon rendezvous’ in between classes. you rarely became nervous around him anymore, but you couldn’t push away that uneasy feeling at the current topic.

“can i guess?” he asked, looking at you under his baseball cap.

tonight, rafe had taken you out for ice cream only a couple miles from campus. he had picked you up in his car, even clearing the front seat off that usually held a stack of papers ranging from returned tests to scribbled notes. he brought you to a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant and ordered a brownie sundae right off the bat. he knew what you liked.

“are you going to be rude about it?” you countered as you scooped up a generous amount of brownie and vanilla ice cream.

“are you implying that there’s a lot?” he eyed you, stopping mid-scoop.

you chewed what was in your mouth, the ice cream cold against your teeth. you hid your mouth behind your hand so you could answer him. “don’t be so shocked. i’ve had my fair share of hookups.”

rafe couldn’t help the broad smile as he ate. “but you’re so innocent-looking.”

“oh, please.” you groaned.

there was a pause as rafe continued to smile to himself. you took another bite, knowing that the conversation was far from over. if rafe wanted to know something, he would eventually get the answer.

he stared at you from across the table while you spent several moments looking around the diner. you weren’t trying to prolong the answer you were going to give him, in fact you knew you didn’t have to prolong it because it wasn’t a big deal. you supposed you were just stubborn since you didn’t like the topic anyway.

“what?” you asked rafe when you found his eyes still on you.

“how many hookups have you had?” he asked, some sort of amusement in his eyes.

“does it really matter?”

“is it more than one hand?”

“now i don’t want to tell you.” you laughed lightly as you leaned over the table, dipping your spoon back into the dish.

“i’m just curious.” he shrugged.

biting the inside of your lip, you looked at him under your lashes. you weren’t sure why you were giving in, but you set your spoon down and held your hands up. you showed him with your fingers how many people you had been with intimately, including relationships. rafe’s smile seemed to falter just a bit.

“not so innocent anymore, huh?”

you could see the tiny sliver of disappointment as he tried to pull the smile back on. without commenting, he picked up his spoon.

“who’s the best you ever had?”

you knew he was just being curious, or nosy, but you could also tell that he was asking because he was jealous. you saw it in the way his gaze changed, how he couldn’t fully look at you anymore. his shoulders seemed tense.

you already had an answer in your head, but you didn’t dare say it out loud. you knew for a fact that he wouldn’t like it. you took a sip of your drink as if you were thinking about it. looking around the restaurant again, you focused on the waiter at the register and the smell of fried food filling the room.

“just some guy.” you shrugged, your shirt falling off your shoulder. the cool air meeting your skin calmed the thoughts brewing in your mind so you didn’t bother fixing it.

“do i know him?”

you bit down on your straw and locked eyes with him. this could go two ways, you told yourself. either you could tell him the truth or you could lie and hope it would end the conversation. but you had gotten off to such a good start with him and there was no need to ruin it now. if he wasn’t staring at you as closely, you would’ve buried your head into your hands.

you weren’t even close to answering him when a body appeared beside your table. “hey guys!”

your stomach dropped. now you had to will yourself not to bury your face into your hands. both you and rafe looked away from one another to the soft-smiling face of his best friend, topper. what a coincidence. rafe looked back to you without your notice, hoping you wouldn’t forget about your conversation.

“hey, top.” you said in a deep breath, praying your voice didn’t shake. honestly, you couldn’t tell with the blood pumping in your ears. “you getting food?”

“yeah, just needed a break from studying for finley’s exam. you ready for that?” topper lowered his head, looking down at you.

rafe watched the two of you for a moment, letting go of his spoon and sitting back in his chair unbeknownst to you. you were too uncomfortable to look in his direction, which he surely took note of.

“maybe?” you shrugged a shoulder and leaned your cheek in your palm propped on the table. yes, you had most definitely been trying to separate yourself from rafe’s eyes. “i did some studying earlier, but i definitely need to do more. i can’t get past the moral error theory, i think i’ve re-read it about seven times.”

rafe’s eyebrows furrowed, wanting so badly to interject in the conversation with his own anecdotes. he let his jaw slack slightly, leaning back onto the table as he shifted in his seat.

“i don’t blame you. finley seems like a madman with a whole exam covering five completely different things.” topper said.

you laughed, mostly out of awkwardness. you glanced at rafe then and felt your laughter quickly dwindle. he had set his elbows on the table, his clasped hands propped against his mouth. you looked away when the dark eyes under his hat latched to yours. your stomach dropped and if you weren’t careful it felt like it was going to fall apart completely. topper continued your conversation for another minute, but you had no idea what he was saying. you didn’t register it as you could only think about rafe and question everything. did you say something wrong? were you too friendly with topper? did he know?

“i’ll see you guys later.” topper backed away to the cash register then, leaving the two of you alone. you averted your eyes to your spoon sitting in the dish in the middle of the table. you suddenly had the urge to eat the rest of it.

“there’s a little brownie left. you want it?” you pushed the small piece closer to rafe in the dish. your voice felt quiet, but you knew he heard you.

“no, i’m good.” he said and sat back, dropping his hands to his lap. you peered at him under your lashes again as you popped the brownie into your mouth. the sugar didn’t make you feel any more at ease as you chewed.

rafe dug out his wallet and placed his card on the edge of the table for whenever the waiter came over. you sipped the rest of your drink, not knowing what to say. you wanted to pick up where you left off in your conversation, but you weren’t sure how to go about it. so instead you bit the inside of your lip as rafe took his phone out and tapped his fingers along the screen.

“all done? can i get you two anything else?” the waiter asked as they took the dish and spoons off the table. both you and rafe looked up at them at the same time. you shook your head while rafe said no, he held his card out to them then dropped his gaze back down to his lap. you looked at the hat on his head, wanting so badly to reach over and take it off.

rafe was kind of his usual self as you left the restaurant. he held the door open for you and walked along your side to the car, but he was completely quiet and he didn’t touch you. he was all for physical touch, either an arm around your waist or his hand holding yours. you itched for it as you parted ways around the car and got in.

you stole glances at him as he drove. his hat seemed lower over his face as if he were hiding. was he relaxed or defeated as he rested against the seat? at the next green light, he went straight instead of turning left. you figured he just wanted you to come over to his apartment instead of ending the night earlier than usual. you also speculated that he wanted to continue the conversation before topper showed up. god, why did topper have to pick up food? why did he have to be hungry like any other human?

it was a longer silence as you followed rafe into the building, sniffing that familiar sanitary scent of the lobby. could he hear the buzzing in your head reverberating off the metal walls of the elevator? you tried to think of what you were going to say, of how you should explain in the best way. but then you thought that rafe didn’t need an explanation, you were free to sleep with whoever you wanted before him.

“do you want to watch a movie?” you tried adding a happy tone to your question, setting your bag down and shuffling your jacket off your arms. rafe turned to you from the front door, looking taller than he really was.

you watched him as he came over to you, towering over your shorter frame. his hands came up to your face, pulling you closer to him for a kiss. you melted completely in his hands, touching his sides to make sure you were still on solid earth. you had shared plenty of kisses, but you still felt that rush when his lips were on yours.

“topper?” he questioned, pulling away from you.

your bliss quickly broke, eyebrows furrowing and your dopamine levels dropping. you swallowed noticeably as your hands left his waist and his disappeared from your face. “what about him?” you nearly whispered and immediately regretted it. you didn’t like playing dumb and you could tell by the way rafe’s jaw clenched that he didn’t like it either. what had you gotten yourself into?

“take your clothes off.”

you blinked rapidly, your stomach leaping. did you hear him correctly? “what?” you closed your eyes for a moment, trying to comprehend where this was going and how his words were jumping all over the place.

“you heard me.”

you couldn’t take your jaw from the floor as you stared up at rafe in astonishment. you had never seen this stern side of him and it was making your head all jumbled in thoughts. your lungs felt short of breath now.

rafe stepped closer to bring his chest flush against yours. his head lowered, his eyes piercing intensively. you wanted so deeply to look away. his lips were right in front of you and they looked very tempting but you were trying desperately to understand what he was trying to do. he didn’t give you much thought as his lips came over yours again, this time much firmer and more incessant. you made a noise against him and rafe soaked it in, letting it disappear into his mouth as he opened your lips further. you moved your hands up to his face, trying to get your mind moving to the pace of his lips. it seemed impossible as he knelt down and grabbed ahold of your thighs to lift you up.

you felt rafe start to move, his legs carrying the both of you somewhere further in the room. you didn’t know where exactly until his hands disappeared from you and you dropped down onto the couch with a slight bounce. you gasped and looked up at rafe in front of you as he tore off his hat and jacket, sending them both flying somewhere behind him. next went his shirt before he bent down toward you, his tongue quick to enter your mouth.

you tried your best to match his pace, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration. it wasn’t until his hands went up your shirt that you pulled away from him with a deep breath.

“wait, wait, wait,” you said as rafe’s lips went to your neck momentarily. “slow down, rafe.”

this wasn’t how you expected or imagined your first time with rafe. he pulled away without a word and propped himself on the back of the couch, bent directly over you. you swallowed and reached up to touch his shoulders, the kitchen light sending a warm glow over them.

“talk to me.”

“i don’t want to talk.” he said as he fisted the back of the couch. you noticed his arms flexing above you.

“what are you trying to do?” you begged, searching for anything.

rafe let out a noise before he pressed a few kisses along the underside of your jaw, making you tilt your head up and close your eyes. you brushed your face against his as his breath hit your ear. “i’m going to show you the best you’ve ever had.”

you couldn’t help the moan from slipping out. it clearly egged rafe on as he kissed you again.

“take your clothes off.” he said once more as he pulled away. you wanted to kick him for leaving you again, especially with how quickly your anticipation was increasing. instead, you sat up, moving closer to the edge of the couch, and pulled your shirt over your head. rafe watched you as you both reached for your bottoms. the adrenaline started to kick in as you noticed the way he was looking at you and your movements.

you bit your lips together as rafe grabbed ahold of your pants and tugged them the rest of the way off. he glanced at your underwear next and you leaned against the back of the couch to push them off, lifting your hips. he leaned down for another searing kiss, your breaths mingling together. you breathed him in next, opening your mouth wider and moving your fingers into his hair. you gripped it softly as you felt his hand appear on your thigh, slowly traveling up and maneuvering over the new territory. the only thing you two had ever done was innocent petting over clothes, but you managed to shiver just as much at his touch.

rafe didn’t make a trail of kisses down your front or spend time caressing your skin like the many times you imagined he would. he didn’t go down on you or hold your legs tightly around his head as he tasted you, like you hoped he would. as he remembered why he was doing this in the first place, his kisses became impatient and sloppy.

“turn around.” he commanded when he pulled away just centimeters from your face. you were just about to pull his hips closer to yours, your own impatience pooling between your legs.

a wave of nerves ran through you and you swallowed as you did as he said. once you were turned around, your arms propped on the back of the couch and your eyes trailing over the bare wall a few feet away, your breath hitched. rafe’s lips pressed to the back of your thigh.

you let out a sudden yelp as rafe touched you for the first time. his hand pressed into you, his fingers gliding your wetness around. your belly clenched. your head seemed to sense his movements, leaning toward him as he came to your ear again.

“are you this wet for me?” he whispered huskily.

“yes.” you said and leaned your head against his, your eyes slipping closed. you focused on his fingers, the thickness of them, the assured way they moved.

“were you this wet for him?” he asked next as his fingers teased your entrance.

“no, rafe.” you mewled and moved your hips back in search of some friction.

“don’t lie to me.” he said. his head disappeared as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder blade, his teeth making an appearance for a subtle bite. your head lulled forward onto the cushion as your hips pushed against his hand.

your body pressed into the cushion as rafe’s fingers were replaced with him. you moaned lowly as he pushed into you, your eyes rolling in pleasure. you could feel yourself pulsing around him and his size and you wanted to stay just like this for a while.

rafe had no intentions of keeping still. he planted his hands at your hips, adjusted his knee beside yours, pulled back out and hit you harder this time, rocking you deep into the cushions. you barely had time to adjust to him, wincing slightly as he moved.

you lifted your head up just as he thrust forward. reaching a hand back to him, you gripped his wrist. “god, rafe, be nice.” you groaned as he thrust again.

“you fucked my best friend.” he accused through a clenched jaw and a harder thrust.

“twice.” you gasped, your head dropping back to the couch.

rafe groaned and managed to pull out nearly all the way and hit you even harder going back in. you moaned, feeling him pause for a second before doing it again. each time he pushed, you lost your breath, only having two seconds tops to get it back. you could feel his jealousy in his movements and his total frustration at learning that you’d slept with topper. it had been months before even knowing rafe. it was fun while it lasted and you now had that experience to thank since it brought you to where you are now— in rafe’s apartment, fucking him for the first time. you didn’t regret sleeping with topper at all.

now you pushed yourself up on your hands, arching your hips back to give rafe a new angle. you brushed your hair over your neck, turning to get a glimpse of him. he was relentlessly thrusting into you and showing no signs of stopping any time soon. you could feel yourself getting somewhat close to your release and you wanted nothing more than for rafe to bring it to you.

you let out a high-pitched moan, one you never heard before, as rafe took it upon himself to smack your backside. he eased the sting as he rubbed his palm over it.

“did he make you feel like this?” he panted, so clearly close to his end too.

“stop talking about him.” you chided.

rafe only laid down another smack, this time gripping your backside harshly afterwards. you fisted the cushions and squeezed your eyes shut as it brought your climax closer.

“don’t stop,” you begged. “please, don’t stop.”

you felt the sting as rafe removed his hand and brought it to your clit. your mouth dropped open, a slew of curses and moans pouring out as he drew circles in time with his thrusts. his touching you, moving inside of you, and the periodic smacking of your skin was enough to throw you overboard. you grabbed onto the couch, holding on tightly as you came over rafe and said his name in bliss.

his hips stuttered at the feel of you coming, your walls pulsing around him. he panted as he took it in then went right back to his fast pace, chasing his own high. your hand stretched back, searching for him, and wrapped around his wrist tightly. he gripped your hip then, your touch encouraging him. it was another moment before he was pulling out of you and coming onto your back.

he breathed in deeply through his nose, staring down at the mess on your skin, your sides moving as you breathed. he brushed his hair off of his forehead, now slick with sweat.

rafe wiped the mess clean with his shirt then pressed a kiss to your shoulder. he collapsed beside you and rested his tired muscles. you sat down and blinked around at the room, trying to remember little details about tonight and how you had gotten there in the first place.

rafe’s head rolled to look at you, his eyes now tired. “how was it?”

you grinned at the question and couldn’t help poking fun at him. “you’re so jealous.” you jabbed at his chest. a second later you pressed your hand onto his sticky skin. rafe didn’t deny your statement, instead continuing to stare at you in a daze. “there’s room for improvement,” you teased and pecked his shoulder before getting up. rafe didn’t miss the slight limp you had as you went behind the couch.

“where are you going?” he asked with a smirk.

“i have to pee.” you called to him.

“i’m not done with you yet,” he called back, making you laugh and close the bathroom door behind you.

[parker-bucky]

Hush

(Spencer Reid x female!reader)

Summary: Spencer can’t seem to let you go, and it gets a bit heated at work.

Word count: 2,045

Warnings: SMUT, Fingering, semi public, daddy kink, light choking, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving)

A/N: Hey everyone !! This is the first smut I’ve written so I’d love some feedback, lmk if I forgot any warnings !! Love you guys :)) gif not mine !!

Strong arms holding you close is what you wake up to on an early Tuesday morning. The alarm clock blares loudly and you groan, turning around and nuzzling into the heater-your boyfriend- next to you. He leans over, turning off the alarm clock. You pull him down into a kiss, his body crushing on top of yours.

“Good morning babygirl.” Spencer mumbles into your neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to your lips. His lips are soft on yours, slow and steady.

“Hey baby,” you whisper against him. His tongue enters your mouth, exploring. You groan and push him away, leaving a kiss on his neck. “Spence we have to get ready” You attempt to get up but he pulls you back down into him, trailing his lips down your neck.

“Can we just stay here today,” he hugs you tight, hands running down your back. You lick along his collarbone and leave kisses on his chest, humming. He lets out a small groan, pressing you closer.

Finally you are able to get up, with some fussing from Spencer. He follows you to the bathroom, glued to your side. You end up showering together before heading out the door to the bau.

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On the ride there Spencer’s hand rests on your thigh, squeezing and groping. You shoot him a look, knowing all too well that if you do this now you won’t get any release for a long time.

You enter the bullpen, Spencer refusing to let you go. “Extra touchy today, huh?” You wrap him in a bear hug, taking his head and resting it on your shoulder. He presses his body against you and you feel a familiar hardness against your leg.

“To beautiful to resist,” he nibbles on your ear and you grip his waist.

“Baby we can’t do this here,” you mumble into him, not wanting to push away.

Someone clears their throat. You both glance up to see Morgan, a smile on his face. “Hey lovebirds, we have a meeting.”

You release your hug, Spencer grabbing your hand. You walk in to see the whole team already seated. You sit down in your regular spot, Spencer sitting down next to you. His hand reaches down and grabs your thigh, squeezing it.

You know what he’s doing but you don’t want to draw too much attention to yourself. Your shoot him a warning look but his eyes are blown wide with lust. Garcia starts her presentation and you do your best to try and focus.

His fingers start to trail up your thigh, slow and deliberate. He moves up and down, getting close to that special spot but then moving away.

His hand finally stops just below your heat, toying with your panties. You gasp, Rossi glancing up at you with a concerned gaze. “Is everything alright Y/N?” he asks. Right as your about to speak Spencer takes his thump and presses against your clothed clit. You jump a little, trying to come up with something-anything- to say.

“I’m- I’m okay. I’m good.” All you can think about is Spencer’s fingers, how they feel when he curls them inside you. You can feel your panties getting more wet by the second-and so can Spencer.

You look over at him and send him a glare, a smug smile on his lips. His thump presses more firmly into your clit, slowly rubbing it. You close your eyes and resist the urge to moan.

Garcia’s voice fades away as his middle finger circles your heat. He continues to tease, the tip of his finger pushing in and pulling out. Your hands grip the arms of the chair, pleasure pulsing throughout your body. His finger finally enters you, a whimper passing your lips.

He thrusts his finger to fit inside and keeps it there, his thumb leaving your clit. You let out a frustrated grunt, moving around to get friction. He slowly rubs his finger on your walls and then curls, hitting that special spot. You look down and watch his hand move around under your skirt, biting your lip to stop the moans from coming out. You glance up at him as he stares at the screen, somehow acting like he isn’t fingering you right now.

“Y/N? Y/N,” Hotch calls out for you. You snap your head towards him, Spencer’s hand not slowing down. “Why do you think the unsub does this to his victims?” You glance at the screen and look at the crime scene photos, trying to focus on the case and not Spencer’s finger inside you.

Another finger enters you and is pace is ruthless, scissoring you open. “I- um,” You can hear a small squelching sound from all of your juices. “He probably wants a sense of power. He-he feels out of control in his life and doing this satisfies his need to d-dominate.” You close your eyes once more, resting your head on your hand. You hold your breath as the pleasure builds, your walls tightening around his fingers. You can feel hotch’s eyes on you but you could care less, the pleasure blinding.

Suddenly he pulls his fingers out, wiping them on his slacks. You open your eyes and shoot him a look, that stupid smile on his face growing. “Wheels up in 30.” You quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, making sure no one was in the stalls. Spencer enters and locks the door behind him. You run up to him and kiss him, his tongue exploring your mouth.

He turns you around and slams you against the wall, his lips trailing down your neck. “Fuck,” you groan as he sucks a hickey on your neck. “Baby people will see.”

“They need to know you’re mine,” he mumbles into your neck, nipping and licking at the fresh hickey. Your hands explore his body like it’s the first time, slipping your hands under his shirt and running your fingers along his chest. “What do you want baby? Use your words.”

“I-I want you to eat me out. Use your tongue daddy,” he moans and bites your collarbone, moving his hands to the waistline of your skirt.

His lips mesh into yours as he pulls them down. You reach down to get some relief but he grabs your hands and slams them against the door, holding you in place. “No touching baby,” he pants, pushing his body against yours. His hands let go and you keep your arms up, following his orders. His hands trail down your body, stopping right above your panties.

He gets down on his knees and trailing is tongue along your body on his way down. You moan loudly and grip the door handle, your other hand in his hair.

“Be quiet baby, you don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” You nod in response, watching intently as Spencer pulls your panties down. His hands suddenly grip your thighs, staring up at you. “What was that baby?”

“Yes daddy.” You groan out. “Please touch me,” his tongue licks up your thigh, stopping at your core. You can feel his breath on your legs, gripping his hair more tightly. “Daddy please.”

He complies, lightly sucking on your clit. He trails his tongue down and licks a stripe along your heat, making you groan out. You cover your mouth with your hand, stopping the moans from coming out as his tongue enters you. He fucks you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your clit. You push his head forward, trying to get more friction.

Moans ring out in the bathroom, your hand not doing much to cover the noise. Spencer groans, his mouth vibrating on your clit. Your back arches, your head resting on the back of the door. “Spencer I’m-I’m gonna cum,” you mumble under your hand.

He removes his mouth from your clit, standing up and grinding against you. You groan out in frustration, your release denied. “What’s my name?” His hand lands on your throat, squeezing.

“Fuck i- daddy. Daddy please,” your hands reach down and start to button down his shirt, sliding it off his body. He continues to grind against you, his hand leaving your neck as he marks trail of hickies down your body. He pulls your shirt down and clips off your bra, leaning down and sucking on your nipples. You arch into him, your hands gripping his belt loops and touching him through his jeans. He groans, releasing your nipple and grabbing your waist.

Spencer lifts you up and spins you around, setting you on the counter. He trails his fingers down, pushing two of them inside of you. Your forehead rests on his shoulder, arms thrown around his neck. “Yes, yes daddy right there, god fuck.” You moan loudly, ignoring Spencer’s rules to stay quiet. You couldn’t care less if anyone hears you, his fingers too good to be quiet.

With one hand he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his slacks, the other pulling out of you and in his mouth, sucking your slick off his fingers. You reach down and grab him, stroking. He leans into your hand but stops you, lining his head up at your entrance.

His hand covers your mouth as he enters you, your moans echoing in the bathroom. He pushes in and pulls back out a few times before he’s fully seated inside you, giving you time to adjust. It wasn’t long before he started to thrust inside you, his cock stretching your walls.

“Daddy,” you moan out, gripping his hair and pulling at it. “You feel so good inside me daddy, fuck.” He picks up his pace, the sound of your moans and skin slapping skin ringing throughout the room.

“Hush baby, you don’t want anyone to hear us do you? I bet you do, want everyone to know how good you feel getting fucked by daddy’s cock. You like that baby?” You moan out, nails scratching his back. He reaches down and rubs your clit, bringing you near the edge.

“Yes daddy right there, fuck yes baby yes,” you scream out, walls starting to clench. He pounds into you, his cock pulling almost all the way out before he slams back in.

“You take it so well, fuck baby you feel so good,” his hands grip your waist tight enough to bruise. “You want me to cum inside you baby? My filthy little cum slut.” You groan out and nod eagerly.

“Please sir-“ you cry out as a slaps your thigh. “I-daddy please daddy I want your cum, give it to me.” His face contorts in pleasure and a low moan leaves his lips. His thrusts start to get messy but his speed is still there, pounding you into the countertop. His thumb finds your clit, pushing you over the edge.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight, all for me. Fuck Y/N-“ he stills inside you and moans, his cum shooting inside you. You arch your back and clench around him, intensifying his pleasure.

“Fuck daddy I’m gonna cum, I’m,” your walls tighten around him as you release, head thrown back in ecstasy. You grip his hair and pull, pleasure wracking your body. He moans, the last of his cum dripping out of his cock.

Spencer pulls out and watches his cum drip down your legs. You reach down and run your finger across it, putting it in your mouth to taste. “Fuck that’s hot.” He groans. He leans down, a kiss landing on your lips. You hop down from the counter, your legs wobbling. “That good huh?” He laughs.

“Daddy always fucks me good, just right.” You send a wink his way, leaning down to grab your clothes.

Once you are both cleaned up, you unlock the door and head back to the bullpen. Derek looks up from his desk, eyeing the both of you as you enter. “What?” He just looks at you with this smug look on his face.

“You might want to cover that hickey.” Derek laughs, horror and embarrassment written on your face. Spencer’s face is beet red, staring Derek down. “I swear, the entire building could hear the two of you.”

You turn around and lean up to Spencer’s ear, nibbling at it. “Was I too loud daddy?”

[multifandomwriter56]

Filling in His Place

A/N: This was a request. Also it’s for @sdavid09​ Tale Teller’s 2020 Bingo Challenge.

Square Filled: Follower Prompt

Request by anon: Hey hun! I was wondering if I could request a Shelby!reader where she is Finn’s twin but she is treated the same way as him and she gets in trouble???? Xxxx (I hope this meets your expectations, love)

Summary: Tommy’s done with his sister’s antics and Y/n’s done with pretending her brother will ever be the same.

Characters: Tommy Shelby x Sister!Reader

Warnings: language, angst, spoilers for S4 and S5 (barely)

Word Count: 1,488

(Gif is by @el-cheung​)

Y/n loves being a twin. Always having someone the same age as her growing up has made being a Shelby much easier. Finn and her have always been troublemakers; and as they get older, they got into even more trouble.

Tommy used to be able to control the twins, but since he started playing politician, the responsibility fell onto their aunt.

Y/n does feel guilty for stressing their aunt out as much as they do.

The last time they trashed the Garrison, Polly had decided enough was enough and split them up for the time being.

Y/n, unfortunately, drew the short straw so to speak and was sent to the Arrow House.

She had only been there five minutes when Tommy had call her into his office and gave her a lengthy lecture on acting like an adult.

She almost left right then, but she decided spending some time with her niece and nephew would be good. Besides Lizzie, the two children hardly ever saw family;especially Charlie. When her brother and Lizzie would fight, Lizzie would take her and Ruby to Arthur’s place; leaving Charlie behind. 

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One morning she decided she was done with staying in her brother’s mansion and decided to head back to Small Heath.

She stole Tommy's car and was planning on picking up her twin; but when she arrived, he was gone.

Apparently Finn was in London with Arthur for the day.

She thought about going back to the house, but she figured she might as well enjoy her freedom while she still can. She has a feeling, Tommy won't be so forgiving this time.

So she heads to the Garrison for a few drinks. Since John died, it seems like none of her family really goes to the pub anymore besides Finn. Even now, Y/n feels a sadness flow over her as she makes her way to the bar.

“Y/n?”

“Hey Harry, give me bottle of rum.”

“Sorry Y/n, I can’t. Tommy said-”

“Fuck my brother, give me the damn bottle or I’ll get two, and I’ll smash one over your fucking skull.”

Harry weighs in his options. Deal with an angry Shelby now or later. He decides to go with the former. He turns his back on the young woman before turning back to face her with the bottle in his hand. 

Y/n smiles sweetly but the man easily sees the sadistic nature in her eyes. Just like her brothers.

“Thanks, Harry.” 

Harry waits about ten minutes after Y/n left before picking up the phone. When he receives no answer, he tries the next best. 

“Hello.”

“Hey Arthur, I need you to give Tommy a message.”

***

“You’re fucking crazy, Y/n Shelby.”

Johnny Dogs’ words has the youngest Shelby giggling loudly, almost falling off the black stallion Tommy gave Johnny years ago. 

“I rather be crazy than fucking normal.” She tips the bottle back, frowning when she barely gets a drop. She slides down off the stallion. “We need more rum.” She announces as she throws the bottle in the air, smiling when it crashes to the ground, shattering into pieces. 

“Y/n Shelby!”

“Fuck.” Y/n whispers. She searches around the wooded area with her eyes to try and find the best place to hide. Her gaze lands on an amused Johnny and her eyes instantly narrow. “Did you fucking snitch?”

Johnny’s eyes widen as he shakes his head. “I-I’ve been with you the whole time.”

“Huh, that’s true.” Hearing footsteps getting closer, Y/n remembers she was trying to escape. 

She takes about two steps before a strong hand grips around her forearm. “Just remember I’m drunk, you can’t yell at me.” She giggles but immediately stops when her eyes finally meet her brother’s. 

Tommy grins at his little sister, the same sadistic nature clouding his own eyes. “You want me to wait until you’re fucking sober, eh?”

Y/n is regretting her words. “No, Tommy, wait!” She tries to pull out of her brother’s grasp as he pulls her towards the pond. “Don’t you fucking dare!” She shouts when Tommy pulls her up into his arms. She tries to grip his coat, but being in the drunken state that she is, she’s not able to grip the material tight enough.

The sadistic grin stays until Y/n stops cursing and calms down. Once he has her attention, he drops any sign of amusement and his eyes narrow. “Feel better?”

“No.” Y/n sasses before pulling herself out of the water. 

Tommy points in the general direction he came from. “Go to the fucking car.”

“Which one?” She taunts.

“Mine. The one you stole.”

“Borrowed.” She mumbles, but scurries away when Tommy takes two threatening steps towards her. She gets lost twice; the alcohol still running through her veins is making her brain fuzzy. 

She screams when someone taps her shoulder.

“Bloody hell, Y/n.” Tommy snaps as he motions for her to follow him.

***

The ride to her brother’s house is dead silent. 

Y/n tries to flee up the stairs, but Tommy quickly snatches her arm in a firm grip.

"Not so fucking fast, young lady." He growls in her ear as he pulls her into his office, pushing her just enough to force her to sit on the couch.

"Stop fucking pushing me around!" She snaps.

Tommy points a warning finger mere inches from her face. "Watch the tone."

Y/n bites her lip to keep herself from pissing her brother off even more.

Slightly mollified with her silence, Tommy drops the pointed finger. "If you keep on like this, Y/n, I'm locking you in your fucking room until I find a man to marry you off to."

Y/n's jaw slacks open, hoping she heard her brother wrong. "You're not picking who I marry, asshole. Yes, I would love your blessing when I want to get married; but, as of now, I'm happy being alone. I'm barely of age, still have a few years before I even think about crossing that bridge."

Tommy had instantly regretted his words. He didn't really mean them... well, he didn't mean the part of marrying his baby sister off. Locking her in her room seems to be his only option right now.

"I'm not a child, Tom."

"Then stop fucking acting like one!" He roars, the last string holding his temper snaps. "Fuck, Y/n, every time I see you now, you're in some kind of trouble. You and Finn aren't kids anymore."

"It's not my fault that the only time you want to see your kid siblings is when they're making you look bad!" Y/n snaps back; her hurt and anger from being ignore for so long spilling from her mouth. "You used to want to be around Finn and I. Now you only see us when Arthur calls about our behavior; or Aunt Polly threatens to send us to live with you." She huffs out a humorless laugh. "I thought the older I would get, the more I could be with you, helping you with the business. But I guess I was fucking wrong. I guess there's not much Finn and I can do for you except run errands and be your little messengers."

“So are you done with the childish acts?”

Y/n swallows the sob threaten to escape. She finally sees Tommy; the new Tommy. The one who only cares about getting to the top and proving he’s worthy to sit at the adult table. 

He wants her to pretend they solved the issue so he can focus on something more important than her. “Yeah, I’ll behave.” She stands to her feet. “I’m guessing you don’t want me leaving the house anytime soon?”

Tommy nods his head, glad his sister isn’t arguing with him anymore. “You can leave when Pol says you can come back to her place.”

Y/n nods, quickly making her exit from his office so he won’t see the tears freely flowing down her face. 

Tommy drops his head, fighting with himself on whether he should stop her. He knows they didn’t make amends, but he has other business in London to tend to.

And if she keeps her word and behaves; he won’t have to worry about her, or Finn for that matter, every second of the day. He needs to stay sharp; his mind can’t be wandering back to his siblings’ whereabouts. 

Y/n wipes away the tears as she hears children laughing. She smiles when two kids run to greet her.

“Aunt Y/n, we missed you!”

She hugs them both. “Oh, I missed you too.”

She silently promises to her niece and nephew that she will do what her brother wishes as long as she can; just so she can be near them. They need a father; but she’ll do her best to fill in his spot. 

Forevers: @beautycinders​ @desiredposion​

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Candy, Canes, and Caffeine

Summary: After Spencer is shot in the leg, Y/N finds it hard to hide her feelings.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Tags: fluff!!! (light smut). Reid-with-a-cane!!! gif by @imagining-in-the-margins​

A/N: fulfulling this request!

Rating: Mature(ish)

Words: 2,540

MASTERLIST

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You didn’t even realize that it was Spencer on the ground when you arrived at the scene. At the sound of his squeaky voice shouting to help the shot man, your blood ran cold.

Forgetting all your FBI training, or, more accurately, throwing it out the window, you bolted onto the green lawn, collapsing by Spencer’s side and examining the wound just under his knee.

You didn’t even realize that he’d been talking until you felt his strangely cold hand on your cheek, lifting your gaze to him.

“Hey, I’m okay,” he assured you, looking far too calm for a man with a bullet in his leg. But, that was Spencer, always doing the opposite of what you expected.

Before you knew it they were wheeling him away to the hospital and you were left wondering why the hell your heart was beating so fast.

It didn’t take you long to figure out. In fact, precisely four days after Spencer’s return. It started rather simply: the team was out of town on a case and Spencer stayed behind to assist Garcia due to his injury. Which would have been fine! If not for the fact that they needed you to stay behind as well to assist the two of them.

In your opinion, it didn’t make any sense. They could have easily had someone else stay behind, but for some reason, Hotch had impressed upon you the necessity of having you there with Reid.

And Garcia! Of course.

It wasn’t like you were just there to babysit Reid. An idea that became more and more enticing as time passed.

“Hey, I’m gonna get coffee, do you want anything?”

Spencer glanced up at you from where he’d been rereading the case file, rubbing his eyes drearily. It was nearly nine p.m. and the two of you were the only ones still in the office.

“Oh, you don’t have to…. Here, I’ll come with,” he muttered, standing up and leaning on his cane to come with you.

“Spencer! You should be resting!”

“Actually, some studies have actually found that it’s better to use an injured muscle rather than slack off. For example—”

“Okay!” you laughed, hooking your arm around his as you walked to the kitchen. “Okay, I believe you. But at least let me make your cup for you?”

With a soft smile, he sat down at the little table, wincing as his weight left his leg.

“Does it hurt?” you cringed at the question. Of course, it hurt! A goddamn bullet went through it.

“Only when I stand on it. Or move it too much. Or too little.”

When you looked back to see if he was joking, you were pleased to find him smiling widely, scrunching his nose at you and tucking his hair behind his ears. God, his hair had gotten long.

Sticking out your tongue at him, you set the timer on the coffee maker and picked out a couple of mugs from the cabinet.

“Hey, are there any more of those little chocolates left? They go so well with coffee.”

You looked in the little tin Emily had brought in that used to contain an assortment of little dark chocolates. Sadly, it was empty.

“No luck. Although….” you reached up to the cupboard above the microwave, cheering when you saw an identical tin. “I knew she had an extra one!”

But, even standing on your tippy-toes, the shelf was too tall for you to reach on your own.

“Ugh, dammit!”

A soft hand snaked around your shoulders, softly pulling you toward the ground and you spun around, face to face with Spencer. You gasped softly at his proximity. He was so close, you could smell his shampoo. He smelled like green tea and autumn.

One hand on his cane, holding him upright carefully, the other hand reached up and fetched the tin effortlessly. You’d forgotten how tall he really was in the past week due to his frequent inclination to sitting.

“Thank you,” you breathed, suddenly painfully aware of how close your lips were, or, more accurately, how far apart they were.

“Sure,” he whispered back.

It was dark in the kitchen. After seven o’clock, the lights get turned off so the only luminance you got was from the wide-awake city just outside the huge glass windows.

Spencer’s eyes were half-lidded, watching you very carefully, neither of you daring to move.

For a split second, it looked as though he was leaning in, but, oh so cruelly, the coffee timer went off and you flinched away, turning toward the machine. When you looked back, Spencer had sat down.

Oh well. It was probably wishful thinking, anyhow.

“Three sugars?” you teased as he proudly poured several packets into his mug. “How are you alive?”

“You know, I ask myself that more often than you might think,” he laughed, glancing down at his leg.

Unintentionally, he’d shifted the mood of the conversation and the questions you’d been holding back were daring to break free.

“Spencer, do you ever….”

“Do I ever what?” he prompted after you trailed off.

“I don’t know…. Do you ever feel like sometimes, it isn’t worth it?”

“No.”

He answered quicker than you’d expected and with a sureness you didn’t associate with him. At your shocked expression, he clarified.

“I mean, there are times when it doesn’t all work out, sure. But… every life we save… that makes it worth it.”

“Yeah,” you leaned back, taking a long sip of your coffee. “I guess I’m just worried about the lives we don’t save.”

He shrugged.

“Sadly, in our line of work, you have to separate yourself from the case. Don’t get attached.”

“What if it’s too late? What if you’re already attached and the person whose life doesn’t get saved is someone you lo—”

Stopping abruptly, you took a deep breath, glancing down at where your hand was tightly clutching your cup, letting the tension melt away. When did that happen?

“It’s very rare that an unsub comes after our loves ones,” it sounded like he was trying to sound calm about it but you felt the weight of his eyes boring into you.

“What if the person who gets hurt isn’t…. What if it’s someone who doesn’t know they’re loved?”

Spencer was looking at you but you didn’t dare to meet his gaze. If you did, you knew he would instantly understand what you were saying.

And yet, the pull of his eyes was too strong for you to not look. As expected, when you made eye-contact, his expression shifted to one of understanding. He was the first to look away.

“I should go, it’s getting late,” you stood, clearing your throat and placing your cup in the sink.

When you turned back around, Spencer was there.

“Why would someone you love not know that they’re loved?”

He was closer than he’d been before, the air between you charged with the many outcomes the next few minutes held for you. When you spoke, it was barely audible but you knew he heard you.

“Because I haven’t told him.”

His hand moved to your cheek so, so slowly it felt like an hour passed. Once his skin met yours, you couldn’t help but lean into the feeling, eyes fluttering shut and pushing your face against his calloused palm.

Two little words was all it took to make you lose all sense of resolve. Two words that shattered the glass barrier between you that you hadn’t even known was there.

“He knows.”

Letting out the breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding, you slid your hands slowly up the front of his suit jacket, resting on his shoulders. He was so tall.

“How do you know?”

He hesitated for a split second, glancing down at your lips and then back up at your eyes. But suddenly, he pulled back, a wince ghosting over his face and shifting on his feet.

“Sorry,” he muttered, glancing down at his cane reluctantly.

Your finger moved to his lips, silently telling him to be quiet as you walked forward, slowly backing him up until his legs hit the seat of his chair and he sat down in it, staring up at you. Now that he was sitting, you moved to stand between his legs, holding the eye-contact with every ounce of energy you could spare.

“Does it hurt?” you repeated, fingers danced lightly over his left knee, touching just softly enough to tickle but not nearly hard enough to hurt. He kept watching you the whole time.

“No.”

“Can I see?”

He clearly had not been expecting that. It took a bit of stuttering before he was able to form a coherent sentence.

“How-how would you…? I’m-I can’t-I’m not supposed to roll up my pant legs.”

His eyes followed your hands as they slowly made their way up his leg to his belt, hooking underneath it.

“Like this?” it was more a question than an answer. He looked at you like he couldn’t quite figure out what you were planning. There was a wariness he was trying to cover up. As if you’d pull down his pants and start laughing at him. Then, he seemed to realize your intentions were— for the most part— pure.

He nodded curtly and you got to work unbuckling his belt, slowly popping open the button and sliding his zipper down. He lifted his hips so you could pull his pants down his legs.

You had to stop yourself from gasping at the sight of his thick thighs. He was much more muscular than you’d been expecting. Normally, he looked so skinny under his tight work shirts, you’d thought there wouldn’t be a trace of muscle beneath.

Pulling the fabric down, you let it fall to the floor, exposing his bandaged knee. Your hand was drawn to the wrap like a magnet, hesitating before making any contact, eyeing him questioningly.

He nodded again, watching you intently the whole time.

Gently, oh, so gently, you stroked the soft skin of his knee, running your fingers everywhere but where you knew the bullet had gone.

The tension in the room had risen considerably and you felt the urge to break it.

“Must be a hassle, huh?” you laughed softly, resting your hand just above his knee at the end of his thigh.

“Yeah,” he chuckled back, “makes it really hard to do lots of stuff.”

You crooked an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Oh? Like what?”

He seemed shocked by the question like he hadn’t actually thought about it.

“Just simple stuff. Mostly standing. Actually, it’s made it harder to use my right arm as well. Since I use it to hold my cane all day, it gets really tiring.”

“So you can’t really use your right arm? Aren’t you right-handed?”

He smiled sadly.

“I said it makes things harder.”

“Harder to brush your teeth and stuff?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, looking away and muttering, “and stuff, for sure.”

“What?”

“I have trouble…. Nothing, nevermind.” He shifted in his chair but his leg stayed still like he didn’t want to disturb your hand.

“Spencer, you can tell me! What, you can’t masturbate?” you joked, punching him playfully in the arm.

But his face went blank and his gaze snapped away from yours, cheeks turning a soft pink in the darkness.

Oh?

Ohhhhh.

You were suddenly painfully aware of how close your hand was to his….

Hmm.

Maybe?

No.

Well, it’s worth a shot.

“Spencer?” he reluctantly looked at you again, an embarrassed expression on his face. It didn’t stay that way for long, though, as your hand slowly inched its way further up his thigh and his eyes went wide, snapping to where your hand was.

“Do you want some help?”

He looked at you again, eyes slightly glazed over and you swore you could feel him shiver where your hand was placed on his inner thigh, inches from his underwear. When he realized what you meant, he softly gasped, looking around the room quickly.

“W-what did you say?”

Your fingers danced across the bottom hem of his boxers, coaxing a gasp from him as you trailed up to the waistband, hooking your fingers underneath and gently tugging. 

“Do you. Want. Some help?” with each word you slid your fingers deeper in his boxers. You weren’t going to touch him, though. Not yet. You needed permission.

“Spencer?”

All too quickly, his hand wove through your hair and yanked your face up to meet his lips, crashing together in a mix of teeth and tongues. He tasted like bitter chocolate and sugary coffee. It took you a moment to comprehend that this was even happening. Your hand was still halfway inside of his underwear, so close to touching his….

He pulled back and instantly began to apologize and backtrack but you weren’t having that.

“Shut up,” and you climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs, making sure to avoid his injury, dedication all of your energy towards pulling his long locks and placing his arms on your hips, gently urging him to move you. His boxers were so thin and your skirt had ridden up so your panties were pressed firmly against something hard. You didn’t think too much about that, more focused on deepening the tender kiss into something more.

But you had to pull back to look at him, lips plump, red, and thoroughly kissed, a glaze over his eyes and a dopey smile on his face.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Spencer,” you admitted, breath ghosting over his neck, a spattering of goosebumps appearing in the wake.

“Me too,” he mumbled against your lips, hands carefully roaming up and down your back as you arched into him. The movement jostled his leg and he sucked in air through his teeth.

You froze atop him, pulling back to ask, “Are you okay?”

He nodded tightly, eyes clenched shut and you smiled softly at him.

“I hate that it took you getting shot for this to happen,” you joked, sliding your hands across his stomach under his shirt, reveling in the way he shuddered.

“I don’t mind,” he chirped happily, clasping his hands behind your back and giving you a dazzling smile. 

“Listen, I know it’s late but… Do you maybe want to get a coffee? A proper one,” you added, nodding towards his discarded cup.

Clearly excited at the idea, he perked up a bit in his seat, wincing at the way your butt bumped his knee.

“I’d like that. One condition?”

You nodded.

“Help me up?”

Smiling, you stood up, pulled up his pants, slowly redid his belt, and held out a hand to help him stand. He picked up his cane from where it rested against the table.

“So long as you’re buying.”

He laughed, leaning on his cane and taking your hand in his, gently limping toward the elevator, you at his side.

“When don’t I?”

“Come on, moneybags,” you gently moved his arm so it was around your shoulders so that he could lean more of his weight onto you rather than the cane. “I think we’re gonna need lots of caffeine for the night I’ve got planned.”

“I can’t wait.”

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Teacher’s Day

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A/N: Happy birthday to our comedic meme material prince Hendery!😘 This is a re-upload from my old acc so I hope you guys enjoy! (P.S. Reuploaded again since the previous one failed to show up in tags)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3027

Warning:  Bratty Sub!Hendery, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Teacher/Student Roleplay, Profanity, Hair pulling, Spanking, Wedgie, Degradation, Anal play, Sex toys, Titty sucking/worshipping, Writing lines as punishment

  “How much longer?” Blindfolded Hendery whines while you are leading him to the designated room for his birthday playtime, but this impatient boy obviously can’t wait.

  “What is my surprise, to be exact?” The boy continues to inquire. “I hope I won’t be walking blindfolded for too much longer or I am starting to think that you are taking me to the slaughterhouse like I am a piglet!”

  “I’ll make sure your surprise is worth the wait if you stop being this inquisitive.” You stop your leading steps. “Seriously? A piglet? Can you not ruin the mood by goofing around and exaggerating things this much?”

  “Okay okay I am sorry.” Hendery playfully apologizes. “First asking me to wear the uniform from the Back to School Kit, second blindfolding me like this, I am really dying to know what it is!”

  “Shh be patient.” You smirk while finally leading him inside the room, instructing him to sit down in a chair. “Do you know what’s special about today?”

  “My birthday, of course! Why ask?” He asks, puzzled.

  “It’s also Teachers’ Day in Taiwan as well.” You half-whisper in his ear while taking off his blindfold. “So I’d better teach you some manners as well as something unforgettable on this day…”

  Hendery’s vision clears up as he glances around his surroundings: a blackboard with capitalized letters “DETENTION” written on it, a podium in the front left of the room, and several sets of desk and chairs arranged in neat rows while he’s seated in one of them, with a typical school bag hanging from the hook on the right side of his desk.

  “Wow this looks legit…” He compliments. “So this is why the school uniform?”

  You reply in a sly hum, picking up the 50-cm iron ruler originally leaning against the podium before approaching him. “I remember you mentioning role-play to spice up our sex life, so I figured this can be the peak of your birthday. You like that, my naughty schoolboy?” You smirk alluringly while tilting his chin up with the ruler.

  “Fuck yeah, this will be amazing…”

  You slam the ruler menacingly loud against his desk, startling him a bit. “Words, Hendery. No profanity allowed in this class. Aren’t you aware of the trouble you are in right now?” You motion toward the capitalized words on the blackboard.

  “Hmmm...I have no idea…” He feigns innocence in those bright piercing eyes, in an obvious attempt to annoy you.

  “Such an impudent lad. You are in detention because you don’t hand in assignments on time, slacking off in your studies, and last but not least, bad-mouthing your teacher.” You close in on him while maintaining a glare. “Are you sorry for what you did?”

  “No, y/n-”

  “How dare you call me by my first name?”

  “Look, Miss Y/L/N I don’t really care. I am a very busy guy and you are just wasting my time.” He grins cheekily. “I am going to miss my club practice. I promise I will do better, so can’t you just let it go this time?”

  “I don’t trust your empty promises, Hendery, especially this isn’t the first time you let me down.” You cross your arms. “And you shouldn’t be allowed any club activities since you fail to prioritize things correctly. You should sit here, properly complete the assignments you have missed under my supervision, and you are free to go after that. It’s that simple.”

  “Why are you giving me such a hard time, Miss?”

  “I am not being hard and unreasonable on you, all I am asking you to do is something that aids your learning and done by the rest of your peers, plus, you won’t know what your problems with learning are without these practices.” You sigh while taking out the workbook from the schoolbag and place it right in front of him. “Now stop complaining and do it.” You order as you sit down next to him.

  Hendery huffs and reluctantly flips through the book to find the marked pages for this session. “20 pages of mathematics with 30 questions on each one? Are you insane?”

  “This is the accumulated result of your indolence, boy. And you sure it’s appropriate to call your teacher insane?”

  “Right right I am so sorry Miss-” 

  “Apologize properly.” You grab his arm to get all his attention, starting to get sick of his dismissive attitude and playing nice with him.

  “I am really sorry that I called you insane, Miss Y/L/N...” His voice trails off at the end of the sentence while he diverts his attention to the questions in front of him again.

  You watch him scribble down answers on the pages intently to see his every move, so when his arm scoots suspiciously close to the corner of the page where he’s writing something, you immediately take notice of it.

  You abruptly stand up and snatch away the book from him with a strong force, making his eyes widen with disbelief. “‘Miss Y/L/N is an annoying bitch’? This is what I get after being this patient and communicative with you?” You continue to read the contents of the page. “And none of the answers are correct! You are really giving me attitude, huh?”

  “Why should I listen to you when you’re such a pain in my ass?”

  “Pain in my ass isn’t it? Now I should really inflict some real pain on your ass.” He yelps as you yank him by his hair, forcing him to stand up. “Bend over.”

  Hendery winces at the burning sensation on his scalp as he complies, then you let go and press his waist down firmly against the desk as your other arm immediately delivers a sharp blow on his bottom.

  “Apologize.” You order sternly after a dozen spanks.

  “Never.” He retorts with a grunt.

  “Such a shameless brat.” You muse while pulling down his trousers, then pull up his boxers between his cheeks and give a firm tug on it, causing him to whine in discomfort.

  “Still unapologetic?” You sneer before giving a harsh slap on his bare flesh.

  “Please stop...Miss...and I am really sorry…”

  “Sorry for what?”

  “I-I am sorry for disrespecting you!”

  “Then? What about your horrible work on your assignment?” You resume spanking him again.

  “Mmmf- I am sorry for messing up my homework! Please stop wedging me I beg you, Miss.”

  You snigger at his plead and how easy it is to break him, but still you aren’t satisfied. “Combine your apologies into a sentence together and I will consider, and you’d better be earnest enough.”

  “Ahh-I apologize sincerely for calling you bad names, a-and slacking off in my studies then failing to do my homework properly! Please Miss I feel so guilty right now…” He whimpers and shifts his butt, trying to minimize the soreness.

  “Very well.” You decide not to be too hard on him at first to save it for later and release the fabric. Hendery sighs in relief, only to experience a similar mishap soon after again. 

  “You forgot to thank me, you poor-mannered lad.” You smirk at his misfortune, tweaking the clothing harder than last time, feeling amused that your boyfriend always falls into this trap by forgetting to express his gratitude when you just decide to have a little mercy on him.

  “P-please Miss I am sorry for not remembering to thank you...ahhh…please I’ll be good...just spare me some mercy please…”

  “How should I believe that you will have the brain to remember such basic manners next time, you airhead?”

  “I-I will endure whatever it takes for you to believe in me, Miss. I am truly sorry…”

  “Whatever, huh?” You mock his tone while shoving both his undergarments down his ankles. “You are going to take a sound spanking. Better remember to count out every spank and thank me afterward. Is that clear?” 

  “Yes, Miss. I won’t forget it this time.”

  You swing the ruler in the air, warming your arm up, before striking his bare bottom.

  “One! Th-thank you, Miss.”

  You smack him again, but harder this time.

  “Two! Ahh-thank you, Miss.” He kicks his legs, but only to find them restrained with his garments, which just excites him more.

  You then continue to mercilessly redden his ass, interspersing the punishment with some sensual soothing rubs in between to prepare him for the sting and arouse him, and remain the same dynamic and rhythm until the twentieth spank, when you suddenly pick up the pace and inflict him with four consecutive blows.

  “Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four. Hnngh-thank you, Miss…” His voice falters.

  “See? You are not that bad at calculating. Why did you mess up your math homework that much then?” You ask before smacking him for the twenty-fifth time.

  “Twenty-five...thank you, Miss. I am sorry that I deliberately screwed up because I am just a defiant brat!”

  “Then you promise to do your best in your work in the future?” You inquire, amused by his admittance while continuing his punishment.

  “I will...I promise I won’t let you down ever again, Miss.” He assures you after counting out and thanking you.

  “You promise you will be a pliant pupil that listens well to his teacher?”

  “Ah-twenty-seven, thank you, Miss. I promise I will listen to you and obey you like a good student should do.”

  “Very well. So you should never violate any school rules again, right?” You foreshadow what the plot of your session will lead, before whipping him for the last time.

  “Twenty-eight...thank you, Miss. I promise I will abide by the rules.” He replies obediently, oblivious about the whole thing since it’s arranged as a surprise event.

  “Good boy.” You praise before caressing his sore butt, brushing his inner thighs from time to time as he moans at your sensual touches. “You didn’t just miss out on math, but other subjects as well. Should I take out the other study materials for you so that you have an overall understanding of what you should do?”

  “Yes, please. Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. May I sit down now?”

  “Just a minute…” You reply, searching through the schoolbag while taking your mischievous plan to work. “What are these doing in your bag, Hendery?” You demand sternly, laying two objects in front of him.

  Hendery becomes speechless at the sight of the large, rounded realistic silicone boobs and the veiny, ridgy dildo.

  “Care to explain what this is for?” You deliberately ask while pointing at the tits. Excitement boils inside you as you expect his answer.

  “This…is to fuck myself between them.” He shamelessly responds, with a devilish grin and a twitching dick, indicating his liking toward this turn of the plot.

  “How about this?” You motion at the dildo.

  “This is what I use to get a hot girl like you to fuck me to paradise…” He smirks dreamily, thinking of what you will do to him with it as you smirk at his sudden compliment.

  “Now I see the main reason that your grades are slipping. You are not only unwilling to study hard, but also you are a lecherous slut! You should know well porno stuff is obviously prohibited in school, but I remember you promising me that you will not break any rule just now?”

  “It was too late then, I already brought them before promising you.”

  “That still doesn’t justify your behavior. You should be punished again. Remember you saying that you will obey me?” You grin knowingly as you lightly patted the ruler against your palm.

  “Yes, Miss. Please punish me all you want as long as you won’t tell the authorities.”

  You simper at his literal beg to get punished. “Why should I report you to my superiors,” You position the fake boobs right under his face, “when I can have all the fun and enjoy the little show myself?” You tap the ruler against his ass once again. “Now suck it just like what you will do to your dream girl, filthy boy whore. You may not be the best at your studies, but you’d better not disappoint me with this.”

  Hendery happily commences engulfing the artificial mound while grimacing at the blooming tingle on his behind. The lewd sounds of him greedily slurping and lapping on the toy, the sight of his body squirming under your punitive ruler, and the corruptive contrast of his aristocratic profile doing the most sordid thing ever, all turn you on with the growing need for him to pleasure you.

  “Are you wiggling your naughty ass just to direct me to hit where you crave the pain the most, you seamy little slutboy?” You comment on his writhing backside as he nods in affirmation while continuing servicing the tits.

  “Perhaps you will love it when I abuse you here, right?” You wickedly tuck the ruler between his cheeks, earning a moan from him.

  “Would you like sucking real tits, or maybe you just prefer fawning over silicones?” You sneer, knowing the answer too well as you rub the ruler on his rear entrance.

  “I love real beautiful boobs more, of course, especially those of yours, Miss…” Hendery replies through moans, finally looking up at you from the saliva-covered toy while not forgetting to flatter you.

  “Hmm you finally know how to properly treat your teacher now, huh?” You remark as you unbutton your blouse then free your boobs from the lacy cups. “Worship them.”

  Hendery starts sucking on your breast after an admiring stare. “Since you’ve got your mouth worked up, I think I should stuff your other orifice too…” You say while coating both his ass, your fingers and the dildo with profuse lube. After gradually adding fingers to stretch him wide enough, you begin to slam into his needy prostate with the dildo, savoring the feeling of his wetness and vibrations coating your sensitive areas as well.

  Both his hands grab and fondle the base of your boobs for support as his knees buckle a little at the sensation deep inside his behind. You tangle the fingers of your free hand into his hair, forcing him to make eye contact with you with a firm tug.

  “Why do you turn to sex toys and risk bringing them to school, while your teacher is here to counsel you with both your studies and insatiable needs?”

  “B-because I want you to f-fuck and punish me for being a slut…” He flicks his tongue on your erect nipple after replying.

  “Is this why you got yourself in detention in the first place? Acting bratty in hopes of the opportunity to get some sexy discipline?”

  “Mmm yeah…” Your “student” that used to be so deviant is now moaning mindlessly between pants and sucking while looking up at you so lovingly yet indecently, urging you to ram his ass even harder and faster. Blissful tears start to stream out of his lust-filled eyes as you shove his uniform jacket down below his shoulders, loosen his tie then undo his first few upper buttons to turn him into a disheveled mess even more. Seeing him rendered to a state like this plus the stimuli on your nipples cause your core to drip with satisfying needs.

  “Such a messy needy baby...do you want to cum?” You coo as he quickly nods in response.

  “Then will you manage your time well and complete your assignment properly?”

  “...Yes, I will, Miss.”

  “Will you be respectful to your teacher from now on?”

  “Mmm of course I will, especially to my favorite teacher…”

  “Last but not least, will you turn to your teacher for help when necessary instead of wanking with stupid toys?”

  “Definitely, because my teacher feels so much better…”

  “Good. Now you are allowed to cum as much as you want.” 

  Hendery cums after muttering some gratitude, not forgetting his manners this time. You indulge in a slow sensual kiss with him afterward, drawing him out of the orgasmic haze while whispering some praises to him, slowly guiding him back to his senses as well as doing a quick clean-up of body fluids.

  “Did you know you just came with your dick completely untouched?” You playfully taunt.

  “I know you are that good…” He sheepishly grins at you.

  “Now one more thing for you to do as a reminder to always be a good boy.” You gesture toward the blackboard. “Write 28 repeated lines of ‘I will respect my teacher at all times’.”

  “Sure.” He quickly answers while reaching down to pull up his trousers.

  “Did I give you permission to re-dress?” You disapprovingly question.

  “No, Miss…” He slightly blushes. “But it’s so embarrassing…” He mutters in protest while wobbling toward the board. covering himself.

  “That’s the purpose of this punishment, making you so humiliated and disheveled that you will never forget your lesson.”

   Hendery sighs while picking up the chalk, and starts scribbling down the requested line. The first ten lines look passable but after that, his writing begins to get sloppy.

  “Rewrite this.” You erase the line that you deem intolerable.

  “But-”

  “No ‘buts’, unless you want some thrashing again.”

  Your schoolboy groans but still has no choice but to comply, peeking at the board eraser in your hand while making efforts to win your approval. Finally, he reaches the 28th line without the need for you to demand him to rewrite anything.

  “Well done, that’s my good boy.” You continue to compliment his obedience and hard work, embracing him while massaging some cool lotion into his still rosy ass, before helping him to re-dress.

  “Do you like my way of discipline?”

  “A lot. But you hit me so hard…” He jokingly glares before nuzzling against the crook of your neck, planting some wet kisses on it.

  “I am already giving you enough privilege to suck my tits for this long, so be grateful.” He whines in response upon hearing this but holds on you even tighter, while subtly grinding against your chest.

  “Happy birthday.” You utter affectionately, completely immersed in the intimacy while sensing his gorgeous features beaming in return.

  “Happy Teacher’s Day.”

[infernwetrust]

To Take Care Of [Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason] Part 1

Summary: Duncan meets Jim at a beach bar while on a business trip and the two take it from there.

Warnings: smut, mentions of drug use, swearing, fluff, angst

WC: 3.3k

A/N: Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason has been on my mind heavy lately. I think they’re my favorite pairing as of right now. Part 1/2! Thank you for reading! -Juno

GIF by drasangel

Just landed. Let's have dinner in a couple hours? x

Jim was a smiling mess as he peered down at his phone, reading the message. It had been almost 8 months since he last saw Duncan. Since the last time he kissed him. Since the last time he tasted him. Since the last time he felt him. But that's not all Jim missed about Duncan. With Duncan, came a sense of warmth and security that Jim felt with no one else. He felt invisible when he with him.

The two had met at a beach bar almost 2 and a half years ago. Duncan was on a 2 month long business trip, stationed out in California, so a nice hotel on the beach sounded about right. And for the hell of it, Jim and his friends just wanted to get out of their houses. How could the flirt in Duncan ignore the boy with the wetsuit that glorified all his features? How could he ignore his wet hair that he shook out of his face as he took a seat at the opposite end of the bar with a group of friends. And Jim had noticed too, quickly glancing over, just to be nosey and see who was sitting at the other end of the bar. And while Jim typically didn't seek out older men, he wasn't opposed to them neither.

His eyes quickly caught Duncan's gaze, but Duncan remained un-phased, not caring that he got caught staring. He wanted Jim to know that he was staring. And Jim knew he looked good in that wetsuit, too. He gave Duncan a tempting and inviting smile, biting down on his lip before returning his attention back to his friends, but now all that Jim could see, was Duncan. His soft, but daring blue eyes. His stubble, his plump lips. The way he held his glass in his hand with confidence, sipping it as he stared him down.

Jim could still feel his eyes burning into his back, so why not give him a little show? His wetsuit was beyond uncomfortable now that he was out of the water. He stood up, stretching before peeling the top layer of his wetsuit down, letting it hang just a little bit below his waist. He remained standing, leaning against the bar as he casually continued talking to his friends, Duncan's eyes scanning every inch of him now.

He gripped his glass tighter as he took the last sip of his vodka cranberry, requesting another one from the bartender right after. He was straining against his swim trunks now and it didn't even take much. Fucking eye candy Jim was. The entire time, the two traded looks from across the bar, basically eye fucking each other. Duncan would motion time and time again for Jim to come over, but the tease Jim was, he would shake his head no, motioning towards his friends. Duncan could care less who he was with. He wanted his attention now, all of it.

All while Jim was imagining what it would feel like to have Duncan's hands all over him as he fucked him into whatever surface. He didn't even know the man's name, but he wanted to do unspeakable things to him and with him. And if the beach bar wasn't so busy, he'd probably be on his knees in the sand for Duncan right now, sucking him absolutely dry. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat he was now back in, adjusting the issue between his legs and of course Duncan noticed.

He grinned. Jim was playing so hard to get, yet he was a crumpled mess under his gaze, which turned Duncan on even more. And when Jim and his friends decided that they were tired and it was time to go, they began to leave. Jim trailed behind them, wanting to take one last glance at the attractive older man at the bar. And when he passed him, Duncan grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Room 707, surfer boy." Duncan growled. "That's if you're interested." Duncan shifted in his seat, giving Jim a good look at the took between his legs. Jim bit down on lip, blushing as Duncan released his arm, turning back around to continue his conversation that he had struck up with the bartender.

Jim thought about the offer for a long time as he sat in the room that he shared with 3 other friends and when the opportunity presented itself, Jim snuck right out. He knocked on Duncan's door, exhaling a shaky breath. He couldn't lie and say that he wasn't nervous. For all he knew this man could kill him, but was it worth the risk? Jim thought so. Duncan opened the door, hair damp, towel drooped around his waist and a water bottle in his hand. He grinned for the second time that night, excited that the surfer boy took his offer.

"Jim, is it?" Duncan asked, eyeing him in the doorway. He had picked up on his name as one of his friends obnoxiously screamed it while laughing, slapping Jim's arm as he told a joke at the bar.

"Yeah.." Jim said, struggling to maintain eye contact with the man.

"Duncan." Duncan said back, grabbing Jim by his hand and pulling him into the room, closing the door behind him. And it wasn't long before the two were going at it. Jim had that towel snatched from around Duncan's waist in seconds. Sitting on the edge of Duncan's bed, Duncan standing in front of him, he let him have his way. Jim sucked Duncan up like his life depended on it, stroking himself to the sound of Duncan's grunts and occasional sighs and moans. And when Duncan decided that he needed a cool down because he was going to fuck the shit out of, he stopped Jim and returned the favor.

Jim was a squirming mess as he came in Duncan's mouth, Duncan swallowing every single last drop of him. And when Duncan did finally fuck Jim, he fucked him into the mattress with such an intensity that Jim didn't even realize he came again, hands free because his arms were pinned above his head, until he felt a hot and sticky liquid rubbing across him every time Duncan thrusted back into him. Duncan knew though. He watched it happened and it only pulled him closer to his orgasm. And when he was on the brink, he pulled out, throwing the condom to the side, and releasing himself all over Jim's stomach and chest, Jim rubbing Duncan's thighs as encouragement.

"Just stay..." Duncan grumbled, his arm wrapped around Jim's waist as he sat up, getting ready to put his clothes back on and head back to his room.

"My friends will be wondering where I am." Jim answered, resting his arm over Duncan's.

"Your friends aren't going to suck you dry again in the morning and take you to breakfast now are they?"

"I know one of them that might." Jim joked, causing Duncan to squeeze his hip and chuckle.

"You're a funny little thing, huh? I like you, Jim."

Jim didn't need much more convincing from Duncan to spend the night with him. And as Duncan promised, he milked Jim dry the very next morning and did in fact take him to breakfast. But even then, it didn't stop there. For the duration of Jim's mini-vacation with his friends, he found himself in Duncan's room almost every other night. And when Jim and his friends checked out, Jim still made his way back to the man. Whether it be breakfast, lunch, or dinner, or simply just to keep each other company, the both of them were there.

A little summer fling that Duncan found himself more than happy in. And while he had intended to just hookup with Jim the one night, all it took was for him to sit down and have one actual conversation with him to want to do nothing else with anyone for the rest of his trip. Each day Jim taught him something new, made him come out of his hardened shell a little bit more. In the short span of 2 months, Duncan had gone to Six Flags Magic Mountain, smoked weed for the first time, and ate a magic mushroom.

Jim has never worn so many suits before Duncan, but the surfer boy didn't mind the look. It made him feel confident. He's never been inside so many fancy restaurants and bars. Duncan had him eating things he never ever thought he would eat. And while Duncan dressed up, Jim also taught him that it was okay to dress down. It was summer after all and who wants to break a sweat all the time in a suit? Added to his wardrobe was a bunch of sweat and track pants, athletic shorts, plain tees, and graphic tees.

Duncan almost was too happy. And while he's had his relationships, he's never felt an initial connection with anyone like how he did with Jim. Which is why it was going to hurt him to tell Jim that his business trip was coming to end soon and that he had to go back to D.C. He wasn't expecting it to get this far between the two of them, which is why he held off saying anything in the first place. He was so sure that was it when he took Jim to breakfast, but his thoughts were full of nothing but Jim.

"Why did you wait so long to tell me?" Jim asked Duncan as he sat on the edge of the bed in his studio apartment. Jim didn't want nor need a full one bedroom. It was just him. He had more than enough privacy and was rarely home anyways. "You leave in 5 days and you're just now telling me?"

"Because." Duncan began as he pulled his slacks back up, buttoning them. Luckily, his morning meeting was pushed to late afternoon, giving him enough time to stop by Jim's before he was occupied for the rest of the day. "Honestly, Jim. I wasn't sure. I didn't know."

"Wasn't sure? Didn't know? Of what, Duncan?"

"Wasn't sure that we would still be talking at this point. Didn't know that we would get this close over 2 months."

"If you were looking for a little summer fuck, you could of been a little bit more straight forward." Jim spat. "If I would of known, I wouldn't have, fuck, never mind. It doesn't matter. You're leaving and this'll probably be the last time we talk."

"You wouldn't have what?"

"I said it doesn't matter."

"It matters."

"I wouldn't have gotten so fucking attached to you. Is this how you do all your little flings?"

"You're not just my little fling, Jim. And I'll be honest. At first, yes, I didn't have any intention of doing anything, but, fucking you. But come on Jim, that's how all hookups go. But it doesn't have to end here. I don't look at you as just a little fling Jim. I stopped looking at you like that after a week. I like you, Jim. You've given me some of the best experiences I've ever had. I don't regret a single thing that's happened between us."

"And now you can go home and just give everything to someone else, right? Duncan how am I suppose to deal with seeing you almost everyday to not seeing you anymore? How the fuck is it suppose to work?"

"We are in two different time zones. You're on the other side of the map, Duncan." Jim continued. "Tell me. How are we gonna make it work?"

"You're only 3 hours behind me. We'll call, text, video chat, whatever it takes. Besides, business trips to California for my company are more common than you think. And I wish you would stop being so one sided."

"How am I being one-sided?"

"You knew exactly what I wanted when you sat down at the beach bar 2 months ago. You undressed me with your eyes as I did you. I gave you a choice. You didn't have to come to my room, but you did. So at one point, I was your little summer fuck too." And that shut Jim right up. He sighed, running his hand through his hair as he simply just looked at Duncan, speechless.

"Look." Duncan, continued, throwing his button-up on. "I'll make time for you, Jim. I'll come visit you, business trip or not. And if you're up to it, maybe one day you'll come visit me in D.C. too. But that's only if you want to keep seeing me after I leave."

"I don't know right now."  Jim answered truthfully. "It's hard for me to make another choice. It's hard when for 2 months you spend the entire time getting to know someone you think you might have a chance with and then you learn that he won't always be around." Duncan huffed, scratching the back of his head.

"Then don't make a decision right now. You don't even have to make one before I leave." Duncan finished putting the rest of his clothes on before walking over to the edge of the bed where Jim sat. "The choice is always going to be yours. I'm just glad I got to spend a summer not just doing business. I'm glad I got to spend a summer with someone who actually makes me happy. And I know it's sucks that I have to leave and I'm sorry if that's hurting you, but I promise Jim, you're not just a quick summer fling to me. Not anymore."

Duncan scanned Jim's eyes for any sort of emotion or response, but he couldn't pick up on any. He gave Jim a few minutes and when Jim still didn't give him an answer, Duncan simply cupped his cheek and kissed him on his forehead.

"Take care of yourself, Jim." was the last thing Duncan said to him before leaving his apartment for his scheduled business meeting that day.

For the next 4 days, Duncan and Jim did not speak. But they would be fools to say that they constantly weren't thinking about each other and what the other was doing. Jim was the first one to break. Duncan was a man of his word and when he said he wasn't going to pressure Jim, he meant that, but was he elated when he phone lit up the night before he was suppose to leave the next day and Jim's name appeared across the screen. Jim was asking Duncan if he could come spend his last night with him in his hotel room and of course Duncan wasn't going to say no. They had sex for what would be the last time for the next 4 months before Duncan could come back to California, the both of them giving it their all.

"Remember." Duncan said as he loaded up the last of his luggage into his rental car, Jim leaning on his car that was parked next to Duncan's. "This doesn't have to end here."

"I know." Jim said, lowly. Duncan walked over to him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips before pulling him into a hug.

"I'll text you as soon as I get home, okay?"

"Okay."

Jim had his doubts after Duncan left, but Duncan was always quick to reassure Jim that things would never change. The occasional argument came, but that was only because Jim couldn't stand to be away from Duncan for such long stretches at a time.

But that was then. And this is now. And all the doubts that Jim had, for the most part, were gone. He quickly shot Duncan a reply that read,

Did you even have to ask?

He closed his messages, staring at his Home Screen picture. Jim sat, cradling Duncan's lap, while Duncan leaned back in his office chair, shirt undone just enough so you could see the scratches Jim left behind. Jim has his hand placed just below the scratches. Duncan seductively smiles at the camera, biting down on his lip. This picture was one of Jim's favorites because it was the first time he had ever visited D.C., Duncan flying him out. And then there was his Lock Screen, his absolute favorite. Him and Duncan stand together on a boardwalk, colorful lights and a beautiful body of water behind them. Duncan has his arm around Jim's shoulder and Jim has his arm around Duncan's waist. Duncan presses a warm kiss on Jim's temple as Jim, almost teary-eyed, smiles at the camera.

That picture was taken a year ago. That was the day that the two became official. That was the day that Duncan told Jim that he loved him and that he was in love with him. Excited, Jim got up and took a shower. He spent the rest of the evening picking out what he was going to wear. Dress shirt after dress shirt, he couldn't decide on a color, so he kept it traditional, but fitted, so that it hugged every inch of his body for Duncan to see. White dress shirt, black slacks, black suit jacket, and the prettiest fucking black dress shoes you could lay your eyes on.

He sat on his couch, leg nervously tapping away as he waited for Duncan. And when his door bell rang, he couldn't get up fast enough, almost spilling his water on his nice suit. When he swung his door open, he was so excited to see than man before him that he didn't even realize how under dressed he was. Duncan was wearing a pair of blue adidas track pants, ans a blue adidas sweatshirt.

"Fuck..." Duncan mumbled as he looked Jim up and down, setting the grocery bags down on the floor. Jim was still trying to find the words to say as he smiled “Mr. Mason if this is the route you were trying to go, why didn't you let me know?"

"Huh?" Jim said snapping out of his trance, realizing how over dressed he was. "Oh. I thought you said we were having dinner? Wait, having, not going to, fuck." Jim reached for some of bags Duncan had, helping him set them down in the kitchen.

"I spent all evening trying to figure out what to wear for you and this is all I could come up with."

"You did all that for me?"

"Yeah, but I'm going to go take it off now and come cook with you."

"No. Keep it on."

"Dunc, pleaseeeee. Can I at least take off the suit jacket? It's a little tight."

"Fine, but the suit jacket oh and the tie, and loosen a few buttons. Actually, c'mere." Jim hurried over to Duncan, who quickly pulled him into a passionate kiss that screamed nothing, but I love you and I've missed you. Duncan gripped Jim's hips, pulling him closer to him and deepening the kiss. Jim's hands made their way up to Duncan's face, cupping his cheeks as he bit down on Duncan's bottom lip, causing him to let out a stifled moan, prompting Jim to slide his tongue inside his mouth. Duncan didn't put up much of a fight, missing his Jim too much. He wanted whatever Jim did.

The two pulled away, attempting to catch their breaths, foreheads resting against one another's. They touched noses as their breathing evened out. Duncan grabbed onto Jim's wrist, rubbing his thumb across the back of his hand as it still gripped his cheek.

"Welcome home, Dunc."

"Feels s'good to be home, Jim."

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @9layerdevilfoodcake  @xavierplympton @guiltyfiend @theneverendinghunger​

[darling-i-read-it]

Shooting Star

Bruce Wayne x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut

Author’s Note: Happy New Year! I hope this was what you were looking for, I love Bruce and he’s really just a big lovey baby so heres this.

Requested: by anon, Since we’re doing smut now could I request you write a fluffy smut with Bruce Wayne 👀💕

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluffy smut

Song:

(not my gif)

Bruce had his head in his hands and was barely looking out the balcony even though he was standing on it. The city of Gotham moved underneath him and he could almost see each car from his bedroom if he looked hard enough. He used to watch them closer, when he was younger and would go down the big penthouse and a lower floor. Now he was fine watching them move from his room that he now shared with you.

“You aren’t gonna fall are you?” Your voice startled him out of his transparent thoughts and he turned around. You were wearing a nightgown, an odd choice but not an unwelcome one.

“Wasn’t planning on it no.” Your bare feet padded on the balconies hard floor and you leaned against the railing beside him. He was wearing his night gear as well, some slacks and shirt that would soon be discarded no matter what action happened that night.

“Bruce look!” you said, pointing eagerly to the stars. His head followed your fingertips and he caught the tail end of a shooting star. Because of the light pollution in Gotham it was often hard to catch any stars, let alone one that was so unique. A smile crept onto his face and he grabbed your hand as you lowered it back on the balcony.

“What did you wish for?” he asked curiously, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. You rolled your eyes.

“I can’t tell you or it won’t come true,” you told him. He nodded, glancing back up at the stars and then down at you. You had taken off all makeup and your hair was no longer pinned up. You were still just as pretty as you had been during the work day though, if not prettier. He loved it when your hair was like that, natural and not carefully placed.

Bruce lived in a world that wasn’t often authentic. He had to hide his superhero status from everyone but the few closest to him, meaning you and Alfred and a few others. He worked with people who were climbing the ranks for greed and money. A lot of his colleagues hadn’t been happy since they were kids. Everyone he knew worked so hard on things that didn’t matter that he wondered if anyone had the time of day to think about what they actually wanted.

You were authentic. You told him about your dreams and where you were trying to get and why. You had ideas and thoughts and opinions and you worried about him when he left and he could come back to your arms when he got scared and didn’t want to admit it.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he muttered, brushing a hand on your cheek. A light blush came to your face and you looked down and then back at him. You reached up, hand on the neckline of his shirt. You brushed the bare part of his chest lightly, watching your fingers but well aware he was watching your face.

“You’re breathtaking,” you muttered and you meant it. There was so much about Bruce you didn’t understand. He was a machine that you couldn’t find an instruction manual to. He was just Bruce. He leaned down a little and kissed you, his hands finding your hair and tugging at it.

“I love you,” he muttered as you walked backwards to the bed. You managed to miss the sides of the balcony door and Bruce kicked the door shut behind him.

“I love you more,” you told him as he lowered you on the bed. You moved him so that he was laying down and you were on top and he didn’t stop you. Your hips were grinding on his crotch, arousing him, but he was so focused on your face and your hair that he was barely aware.

You took his shirt off, taking a moment to look at his abs and trace a finger along them. He laughed lowly and you giggled.

“You’re just so ripped batman,” you joked, moving down to trail kisses down his chest. He didn’t have time to laugh because he was so caught up in your lips and movements. You grabbed his belt and started to undo it while looking at him, eyes locked in a moment of breathlessness.

“Y/N,” he said and you nodded, taking his pants off. He let you, watching you intently. “Your clothes,” he breathed, now fully naked. You raised an eyebrow, a slight question on if he wanted you to take them off or suck him off. He gestured for you to come forward and grabbed the hem of your nightgown, throwing it aside.

He worked at your bra and sat up, kissing your collar bone.

“Bruce-”

“Gorgeous. So so gorgeous.” He discarded your bra and made you stand at the edge of the bed so that he could take off your panties. He had a thing about taking them off himself, the feel of him exposing you instead of you doing it making him hotter. But right now he just wanted to be inside you, to feel you and him be one.

He grabbed your hips gingerly and still sitting up helped you align yourself with him. He lowered you down and you gasped together. He suppressed a grunt as he felt you adjust to him at your own pace.

“Bruce,” you whined, fingers digging into his back.

“My Y/N,” he muttered as you rocked up and down slowly and then picked up rhythm. You stayed like that for a few moments, moving together, his hands holding you and exploring your body, taking in every inch of you. You gripped his shoulder and your hand moved to his hair, messing it up a little.

You came together, bodies shaking as you clung to each other. After riding the last of your high you got off him, grabbing a robe off the chair and putting it on. You threw him his and grabbed his hand, legs shaking a bit as you dragged him to the balcony. The cold hit the two of you at once and you went to the railing turning to him and leaning your back against the cold metal.

You pressed your head against his chest, breathing in a smile.

“I wished for you Bruce.”

“Huh?”

“The shooting star. I wished for you.” He smiled and rubbed your back, looking down at the lights of the cars of Gotham.

“Will it come true now that you’ve said it?”

“It already has dummy,” you whispered, laughing a little.

“Ah yes of course I’m sorry,” he said with a rare genuine smile.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, watching the stars and the streets below but most of all watching each other move.

Christian bale characters: @thisheartbeatsonlyforyou

[fullyellowsun]

Subtle | 3

Second-hand Embarrassment:

I do not own the gif, credit to the owner.

This is my first series so please cut me some slack but also I welcome constructive criticisms! This is in Korean so for those of you who can read Korean and English, go ahead! I will post a full English version link to the Wattpad story in the masterlist!

Pairing: baekhyun x reader

Genre: kpop group collaboration!AU

Word Count: 1015 words

Description: After watching some of EXO's performances (*cough cough* The Eve *cough cough*), the official contract of the two groups 'marriages' begins and now the real party starts.

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"Honestly, I feel second-hand embarrassment for them." Yoona 언니 and I were watching some of EXO's performances and ended up watching their "The Eve" live performance. "But I also applaud them for their confidence."

"그치? Then who fits this dance best?"

"카이, 당연하지, I mean, his image along with the outfit..." I put up a big thumbs up.

"Ooh, 언니, do you like Kai?" Suah teases.

"아니, Yoona does." I point at Yoona. "I was just saying how well his image goes with the dance."

"와! 대박! Plot twist! 진짜 유나언니?" Suah says still stuck on the crush thing.

"Uh..."

"역시, of course she likes the dancer." Sunny says.

"Then who do you like Dayeon 언니?"

"No one, 왜? Do I have to like one of them?"

"No but I thought it would be cute if we had 2 couples in the group, you know?" Suah continues. "... like if you and 백현오빠-"

"Me and Dayeon what?" Baekhyun interrupts our conversation. Suah, obviously started, sqeaks in terror and starts rambling.

"Well the thing is, I- well,"

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"아, our Eve performance." He reminisces.

"Oh yeah, we were watching your different performances." Yoona says quickly.

"다연아, I think we need to practice more on the duet."

"Oh, yeah sure, where should we practice?"

"역시, genius idol is a workaholic." Sunny says.

"All of you come, we changed the duet a bit so that all of us dance."

"Aww... I wanted to rest!" Suah complains cutely.

"Just come." He says flatly and exits.

"Me and 백현오빠 뭐?" I ask Suah.

"Dated..." she says quietly.

"안가?" Baekhyun comes back and asks.

"Did you hear what I said?" Suah asks frightened.

"아니, what did you say?" He asks.

"Nothing, let's just go!" Suah skips out the door and drags Baekhyun with her. When we get to the room, 유 매니저 and 리 매니저 were there.

"Finally, you're here. So this performance is going to symbolize like a 'marriage' between the 2 groups so after that you will create a full length album, do VLIVE's together and we'll also prepare a variety show similar to the EXO Ladder show." Manager Yoo starts.

"To increase your chemistry, each EXO member will be paired with a BUBBLEGUM member and because there are less BUBBLEGUM members than EXO, only 5 members will be paired. Here are the pairs and activities and other requirements. We combined the different roles together to make it easier to make content together." Manager Lee says.

"Bora and Suho. Dayeon and Baekhyun. Yoona and Kai. Sunny and Chanyeol. And Suah and Sehun." We all step forward in our pairs to get our requirements. I smile at Yoona and give her a thumbs-up as a good luck. I could tell that Baekhyun and Kai had some tension because when we were talking altogether, they wouldn't even look at each other. We go into our separate couples to read the requirements. Comfortable... new dorms... skinship... chemistry... fake... nothing special.

"오빠, are you mad at Kai?" I whisper to him since he was sitting next to me.

"No, it's not like that. He got mad at me because I broke an unspoken rule." He whispers back.

"So like breaking girl code but for boys?" He laughs uneasily.

"Yeah, kinda like that." Sehun noticed our close behavior and said loudly, "야, get a room already!"

"Huh? Why should we? Shouldn't we be working together on this album? Are we supposed to work on lyrics? Sorry, I wasn't really listening well enough." I bow to everyone. "죄송합니다." Baekhyun actually laughs for the first time since we saw him and Suah just facepalms. "Ah, 미안합니다. 오빠, let's go." I get up to find a room but he just pulls me back down, gasping for breath from laughing so hard.

"장난 이였어. 농담! Have you never heard that phrase before?"

"What phrase? Getting a room? How is that a phrase? What does it mean?" I say confused. Baekhyun was still holding my wrist.

"아니다. Let's just work." We continue to talk about the album and performance and practice.

"I think we got it! We did well. Everyone, we just need to practice. Everyone we love it, both the EXO-L's and the 여러불 (fandom name... play on words. 여러분 means everyone and 불 is part of 버불 (bubble) in BUBBLEGUM)." Bora applauses after looking at our performance.

"Yeah she's right. We look awesome, especially the duet." Suho hyung looks warrily at Kai. "다연아, 백현이, 잘했어!" He gives us a thumbs-up like a proud dad.

"감사합니다 오빠. It's nice to hear I'm doing so well from someone I respect." She bows.

"야, don't lie. That will just make him do more weird stuff." I say.

"야!" Suho puts his hand over his head as if her were about to hit me.

"그만하세요 오빠들." I say half-laughing.

"At least she has some respect." Suho says.

"Should we start working on our album? If we were to finish in about a year, what should be our theme?" Bora asks.

"Oooh! 언니! Pick me! I know!" Suah says excitedly.

"What is it Suah?" Bora says half-listening.

"Well, if we finish in about a year? How about we make a Christmas album? Then our reality show could be all the snow activites like the first snow and ice skating and snowball fights!"

"Hmm... not a bad idea." Chanyeol says. "What do you guys think?" I was thinking of a word or phrase to base the album off of because that helps me focus. I just randomly blurted out, "Christmas Spirit!"

"Huh? Are you okay? What did you say?" Baekhyun asks.

"Christmas spirit."

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[koi-has-joy]

Shinso’s Damn Happy Trail

Warnings: 18+, dd/lg dynamics, swearing, smut, etc.

          A/N: Alright! So- This has been in the works for about a month (?) and it’s something I think about daily. This all stemmed from glorious fanart of Shinso (posted at the end) and a fun and very long conversation with one of my lovely muses, Allie ( @queensynderella ).

Allie wrote the parts pertaining to the reader(fem) we traded off in a sort of conversation like writing. This started as RP and became a whole fic. It was really fun to write as a collab and I really appreciate her patience with me as I was learning and doing my best to keep the story flowing and entertaining. I wrote the Hitoshi parts and we both picked out the gif.

     I’m very happy to finally be able to post this in its completion! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3,738

     *shinso walks out of the shower like that and into the hallway* jaw slack, eyes bulging and visibly licking every part of him. "You gonna just stare or?" He snaps in front of your face. "U-uh sorry," you scratched the back of your neck as you averted your eyes "nice urhm package." You tumble over your words. He rests his hand on your shoulder bowing his head so his breath tickles your ear. "Yeah, it would look better without briefs… or with you on top of it." Hot breath fanning across your neck as he softly presses his lips against it. Knees growing weak you shriveled away from him slightly. Standing up straight he gave you a lazy smirk before giving you a once over, biting his lip and walking away. 

      Emitting a heavy sigh you felt your face burn and you looked over your shoulder slightly to watch as his muscles contracted as he walked away. Snapping your face forward you took a deep, shaky breath. Shaking your head you walked into the locker room and prepared to shower. The image of his violet happy trail not leaving the forefront of your mind, even as the water rushed down your body. Gliding your hands along your body you stopped to note the slick that coated your inner thigh, along with the warm water. "Fuck." You muttered to yourself. Looking around the room for any sign of people you delved your hand between your folds gathering some of the slick, at the feeling you began to nod your head back in relaxation and pleasure. Until a large hand grabbed your wrist and stilled your movements. 

"Ah ah ah, what a naughty little kitten."

      Yes sir, I certainly am please punish me. - Allie said this out of character but I wanted to keep it word for word in fic as it was in chat. 

"Eager to take what I give you, kitten?" 

*pouts*

"Daddy doesn't like it when you pout, kitten." 

      "I uhm, Daddy?! The hell are you on about Shin? And uh, this is the um showers and uh…."

"So? Did I say you could touch yourself?"

      "No? It's not my fault, ya know if you didn't strut around like… that!"

"Like what?"

      "Like… some kinda Greek god with your whole self on display and that stupid sexy happy trail… It's a hazard." 

      "A hazard? Just because you don't know how to behave yourself, I'm a hazard? Now kitten, that's silly."

      "I am behaving and can I have my hand back please? I'd like to finish… showering, I yeah." 

"Mmm, maybe. Depends on how good you taste baby." 

"T-taste? W-what do you mean taste?"

      "While I'd love to clean off those fingers for you, I'd prefer it from the source. Now, be a good girl and stay still." Releasing your hand he gets down on one knee in front of your heat. Caressing your inner thigh he parts your legs further. Hot breath fanning against you, he grabs your leg and puts it over his shoulder. Licking softly at your folds before diving between them. 

      "Source what- oohh fuck." You mumble as you slam one hand to the wall next to you for balance, scared of your shaking leg holding your weight, other hand instinctively weaving into his soft purple hair. "S-s-shin, what're you- mmmn."

      Pulling away from your heat he looked up at you with a devilish grin. "Ah, just as I thought. You taste so. fucking. good." Each word was punctuated with a kiss against your clit. Palming himself through his now soaked briefs he winked at you before removing your leg from his shoulder. Standing up he grabbed your chin and pulled you into a shallow kiss before moving across your jaw and down your neck. 

       "I don't- - can't think…" You mutter as your breaths become soft pants, mind clouding over before his lips met yours. You wanted to say something else but your mind went blank the further his lips traveled and a soft moan escaped, one hand still planted on the wall as the other slid along his wet abs. 

       A low growl vibrated against your skin. Biting down harshly on the side of your neck, he pulled his head back and licked his lips. "As much as I would love to continue this," he ran his hands along your sides before wrapping around to cup your ass. " the water is getting cold and my little kitten still needs to get clean." He squished the soft flesh beneath his fingers, drawing you against him. 

      "Fuck." You moaned slowly at his teeth in your neck, eyes fluttering closed for a beat. Another moan escaping as he grabbed at your ass. Eyes cracking open at his words, making you arch a brow. "I don't think clean is, is what you're thinking about…" You whispered staring up at him, very aware of him being flush against you. 

      Pushing your body against his bulge he presses a quick kiss to your nose before his right hand lands a smack on your ass. Putting distance between you both he tracks his fingernails down your sides once more before abandoning your figure. "Be a good girl and finish your shower kitten. And maybe later we can discover how 'nice' my package looks buried in you." Once again he starts to walk away. Looking over his shoulder he warned, "Oh, and good girls don't touch themselves without Daddy."

       "I- - what?!" You blurt, eyes wide as he pulls away, jaw slightly slacked. You were flustered and in disbelief that he could just stop, like that. "I… what if I don't listen, huh?" You hollered after him, half-smirk on your lips before turning back to the now cold water. 

       “Such a little ugh!” She groaned, scrubbing at her body as it shivered at the cold water she was left with now. Doing her best to get clean and rinsed off as soon as possible while half-tempted to finish what she had started before shin had interrupted. “How would he even know?” She mused as she let the water beat the last of the soap off her skin and she sighed, shaking her head and turning the shower off before grabbing her towel and wrapping up. “Just do it when I get to the room.” She mumbled as she padded that way.

      Finally hearing the soft click of the door opening he groaned. “Welcome kitten” He sat up on his forearms as he watched you step into the room. “Did you behave for me?” He arched a brow. 

      She stopped and stared at him on her bed with wide eyes that trailed along his still wet body and her now soaked bedding. “The hell Hitoshi? My sheets are soaked what’re you-?” She gulped, cutting herself off as she got distracted by the material clinging to his toned ass. “Did I get myself off you mean?”

      “By that cute reaction I’m going to take a guess that you didn’t.” Sitting up fully, he ran a hand through his slick hair, pushing it up to its rightful place. “And yeah. Sorry, not sorry about the sheets” He winked at you as he eyed your figure. 

      “What if I did huh?” She quipped, chewing her lip to keep from groaning at his chiseled body, averting her eyes. “I can see you’re not sorry but how am I supposed to sleep on them now Toshi?” She huffed, turning mid-sentence to catch his wink making her cock her head. “ What is with you tonight?”

      Chuckling at your attempt to play it off he looked up at your ceiling. “Ya know, lying is a sin kitten.” Standing up he came towards you. Towering over your frame he smirked at your words. “You’ll be sleeping with me tonight, obviously” He huffed as if you should have assumed. “Nothing is wrong, just… feeling a bit more mean, so to speak” Raising his hand to your shoulder he grazed his fingers along your skin. 

      “You’re a sin.” She grumbled as she tried not to stare at his still wet boxer-briefs clinging to every curve they were supposed to hide. She stared up at him, arching a brow and shivering slightly at his touch. “I… teasing is more the word I was thinking. And sleeping in what sense Toshi?” She asked, biting her lip and holding her arms tight at her sides to resist reaching out for him. 

      “Isn’t teasing, in some sense, just a form of being mean?” His other hand ghosted along your side as he placed his hand on your hip, pulling you into him. “Now that was cute.” He snickered at your question. “I was hoping in both senses. But hey, you can do what you want. You’re a big girl.” The hand from your shoulder moved to your chin. Pinching your chin between his thumb and pointer finger as he tilted your head up toward his. 

      “What you did in the shower was pretty mean now that you mention it.” She shot back with a hint of a grin on her lips, gasping softly as he pulled her close. She snorted softly at his words, leaning up slightly towards his lips. “I thought I was supposed to be doing what I was told, Daddy?”

      “Ah, so my girl does listen.” Placing a soft peck against your lips he pulled back slightly. “Good. I thought I was going to have to teach you a lesson” He dipped his head down to glide his lips along your jaw. 

     “Teach me a lesson, huh?” She asked as her gaze met his, soft groan slipping out at the feeling of his lips on her jaw. She couldn’t fight the urge to touch him any longer, one hand settling on his chest as the other reached up to lightly tangle in his damp hair. “And what if I behave, do I get a reward instead?”

     “Mmm, that can be arranged.” He hummed as he moved into your touch. Eyes looking down momentarily as your hand met his chest. Kissing across your jaw, toward your chin and down your neck he relished in the way you felt against his rough body. 

     “S-shit Toshi…” She muttered breathily as her eyes fluttered closed, leaning into his kisses further as the one on his chest slowly traced his abs. “Thought you were t-taking me to your room?” 

      Stopping in his tracks he took a step back from you. Already annoyed by the absence of your touch he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the door as he moved from the hallways he made his way out of your room. Reaching his door he swiftly opened it and pulled you in. “Tsk tsk tsk. So impatient Kitten.”

      She couldn’t help but grin as they snuck through the halls, freehand clutching her towel tight to her chest and a soft giggle escaping once the door was shut. She looked up at his violet eyes and wound her arms loosely around his waist. “Me impatient? You’ve already teased me *Daddy*, I don’t want to wait.” She murmured in a sultry tone. Throwing him a wink to be cheeky. 

      With a sigh he took a step backward, out of your grip. Taking your hands with his he captured one of them. Leading your hand down to his briefs he had you palming his erection. Hissing at the contact “Maybe.. I’m the impatient one.”

     “Oooh god.” She muttered at feeling his hard cock beneath her hand or the first time, eyes wide as she watched it twitch as she palmed it. SHe glanced up at him, studying his face before curiosity got the better of her and she moved to tug his briefs down enough to let his cock spring free as she gulped at the sight. Licking her lips at the bead of pre at his angry tip. 

      “Ah- fuck” He bit his lip as he watched her movements. “Like what you see kitten?” His hand came down to wrap around its base. “You’re nearly drooling.”

     “Yes.” She blurted almost instantly as she glanced back up at him and bit her lip. “C-can I…?” She asked as she moved closer, fingers sliding along his thighs as she kneeled in front of him with her gaze locked on his.

     Taking a deep breath as he peered down at her his pupils had blown wide, lust-filled deviance played across his features. “I thought you’d never ask” He stroked himself very slowly in front of her face before removing his hand from himself in favor of pushing his still wet hair back. His other hand was scratching lightly at his happy trail as he groaned. 

      A smile flashed on her lips, the movement of his hand drawing her attention back down to his cock. She licked her lips before flicking her tongue in kitten licks against his head as he stroked himself, groaning at the taste of his pre on her tongue. As soon as he moved his hand she wrapped hers around him instead. 

     A low groan left the back of his throat as he watched your movements intently. A low hiss erupted as your hand wrapped around him. “Don’t tease me, Kitten.” his voice was low, husky and intimidating. 

      She gulped at his words, shiver running down her spine. She looked up at him through her lashes as she leaned in to wrap her lips around his cockhead, tongue swirling against it as her hand pumped slowly along the rest. Keeping her eyes on his face as she took as much of his length in her mouth as possible before starting a steady pace of bobbing along his length. 

      Intertwining his fingers in her hair he followed her movements eagerly. The feeling of her warm tongue against his cock made him moan. Tilting his head to the side he eyed her seductively. Hands guiding her actions fluidly. “That’s it, good girl” He praised as he eased his hips into meeting her bobbing head. 

       She groaned against his length at the feeling of his hips bucking forward, slightly gagging as his tip grazed into her throat. She sucked a deep inhale through her nose before releasing her hand and pushing herself down on him until her nose brushed against his purple pubes, a much louder gag sounding as she deepthroated him. 

      “That sounds-” He bit his lip to slightly stifle his moan “so fucking sexy” He used the leverage of his hands to hold her there for a few seconds, relishing in the way her throat constricted around him. 

      Her eyes watering slightly as drool slipped from the corner of her mouth freely. She pulled air through her nose to try and stay down like this for him, tongue pressed flat against the vein on the underside of his length. Another gag making her pull off of him with a soft pop as she gasped for air, moving her hand to stroke him instead. 

     “Fuck, kitten-” He hissed through clenched teeth. Tightening his grip in her hair he tilted her head back for her to meet his gaze. “Guess I was teasing you too much, huh? You’re acting like a cat in heat.”

      “Yes you were, Daddy.” She panted out, emphasizing the last word as she did her best to pout up at him. Her eyes clouded with lust as she let slip a needy little whine, hand still lazily pumping his cock. 

     Smirking down at her he released his hold in her hair in favor of overlapping her hand, guiding her strokes while adding pressure. “I’ll be nicer next time.” He winked down at her with his cheshire grin as a breathless chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest. 

      “N-next time?” She asked, her head tilting slightly as she groaned softly at his hand guiding hers. Her eyes briefly flicking to your cock and back. “What about now, Daddy? Have I behaved enough for a reward?” 

      He growled lowly before he softly spoke. “Mmm- That depends on what you want, kitten.” 

      She shivered at the growl, gulping to try and swallow down the saliva pooling in her mouth. “I want you,” she said as she gazed up at you  with pleading eyes, “I n-need you… to fuck me. To feel y-your cock in me.” 

      Cursing beneath his breath he nodded “I can’t deny you when you beg like that” He removed your hand from his length and helped you to your feet, turning your body he pushed you against the nearest wall.

     She grinned lazily at him, following his lead and pressing her cheek against the coolness of the wall. Instinctively arching her back slightly towards him and taunting him a bit with a wiggle of her hips. 

      His hand gripped your hip tightly while the other guided his cock against your folds, gathering the slick there before lining himself up with your entrance. “Don’t tease me like that kitten.” He whispered against your neck as he leaned over you.

      She mewled feeling your cock tease her folds, arching back into you further. She whimpered at your words and hot breath against her neck. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just want you so fucking bad… please!” She pleaded, bucking her hips against you with a moan. 

      “Your wish is my command” With a sharp, rough thrust he was buried to the hilt in your cunt. Breathing ragged as he tried to control himself. Adjusting his grip on your hip as his other hand weaved into your hair, pulling you back toward him. “Have you been a good girl?” His voice was husky and raw.

      She choked out a moan at being so roughly filled, her hands slipping slightly against the drywall. “F-fuck.” She muttered breathily, another moan escaping as your fist curled into her hair. “I-i think so?” She blurted out, cunt clenching at the words ‘good girl.’

      “From the way you’re clenching around me I’d say you’ve been naughty.” He huffed, dragging himself out from within you almost completely before another sharp thrust sheathed him again. “Such a slutty little kitty.” He licked a stripe along your neck, groaning from his own game, patience already thin. 

      “Maybe I h-have been.” She panted, moaning deeply at the sharp thrust as she bit her lip. “Are you gonna punish your slutty k-kitty Daddy?” She groaned as your tongue met her neck. “S-shit… please, use me Daddy.”

      Sucking harshly on the juncture of your neck he growled against your skin. “My pleasure” His hand came down roughly against your ass before he began a brutal but shallow pace inside you. 

     “F-fuck, Daddy.” She cried out loudly at the smack, whimpering at the rough pace as her clammy hands slipped and pawed at the wall trying to keep herself from bouncing forward too much with each thrust. 

      "that's right kitten, say it louder" the hand in your hair pulling your back against him. He licked the shell of your ear as he landed another smack against your cheek. "Start counting"

      She moaned loudly at the smack, a shudder running through her. “O-one?” She panted out before burying her teeth in her lower lip to try and keep herself focused beyond you pounding into her. 

      He chuckled darkly "Good fucking girl" his voice was just a breathless whisper against your ear. Smacking the same spot again he released his hold in your hair in favor of throwing his arm around to wrap his large hand around your throat, squeezing slightly.

     She couldn’t help the way her cunt clenched again at that phrase, letting out a broken moan. “T-two.” She muttered breathily, groaning at the feeling of your hand around her neck. 

     The wet sounds of him fucking into you began to drive him crazy with lust. Shamelessly moaning into your ear he began to deepen his thrusts, his hand gripping your hip tightly.

      “D-daddy, please…” She whined between moans, fighting the tension building in her abdomen that was being fueled by your moans. “N-need to cum, please c-can I?” She pleaded feeling the knot start to fray more with each rough rut of his hips.  

      The roll of his hips slowing as his thrusts became more harsh, angled at the special spot inside of you. "Yes- fuck, do it" He panted out heavily, groaning at the feeling of your velvety walls. "Cum on my cock kitten"

     “Sh-shit Daddy!” She moaned deeply as you hitting into her g-spot sent her over the edge, her legs shaking as her orgasm crashed through her.

     Hand squeezing the sides of your throat a slew of curses and choked out moans rumbled from deep within his chest as you convulsed beneath him. His hips began to falter as his own release quickly approached.

      “Ngh…” She mumbled, unable to come down from her own high and twitching from the overstimulation and aftershocks as her eyes threatened to roll back. “Are you gonna c-cum Daddy? F-fill me up?”

      "Only if you beg kitten" The words were slurred and frantic. His hips began to piston more swiftly with renewed vigor. 

      “Mmn pl-lease!” She whined out, her own words broken up by choppy moans and heavy pants. “F-fill me up, I n-need it Daddy, puh-lease.”

      Slowing to a near halt his breathing was ragged. Moans slid past his lips as he released inside of you, painting your insides white.

       She groaned softly feeling you cum inside her, eyes clenched shut as she tried to steady both her breathing and her quivering legs. “Holy fuck Toshi….” She muttered, glancing over her shoulder at him.

       Both of his hands softly held and rubbed soft circles into your hips as he rested his forehead on your shoulder, hot breath fanning against your skin. "Fuck..." 

      She chuckled breathily, lazy grin on her lips. “And to think, all because I wanted to take a damn shower tonight and now I’m dirty again.” She teased, groaning softly as she remembered her soaked bed. “You definitely owe me some cuddles in that bed of yours now Toshi.”

      Pulling out of you with a groan he grabbed your shoulder to turn you around, pinching your chin between his fingers to make you look up at him. Mock hurt flashed across his face as he scoffed "What? Dirty? From me? Never." He smiled as he pressed his lips against yours. "All of the cuddles are yours, kitten" he said with a goofy grin. 

NONE OF THE ART IS MINE! I DO NOT KNOW THE ARTIST BUT I THANK THEM

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welcome to my world

part one

gif is mine, please don’t repost

word count: 2.7k pairing: javier pena x oc warning(s): rape mention notes: this is part one of my javier x oc series. There isn’t a lot of javi x oc interactions in this chapter, as I wanted to focus on her initial meeting with Steve. But I promise there will be proper javi scenes in the coming chapters.

The embassy was bustling with the usual activity.

With the new DEA Agent arriving today, there seemed to be a bit more of a commotion than normal. And that didn’t help the pounding headache Elena was experiencing. People coming from left and right, vouching for her attention on certain matters. She deals with the mass appropriately then another round comes along. Every part of her wants to scream ‘fuck off’ but this was her job. It came with it. 

By the time noon came around, Elena had managed to sneak to her office for some much-needed quiet. She sat down in her chair, mulling over the piles of folders and finished paperwork that needed to be organized. Elena checked her watch and decided against it. She wouldn’t have enough time. She pulled out the hair tie, her brown hair came out as a mess of waves. The tension in her head immediately waned. Maybe that’s what was causing her headache. Not even a minute later, there was a knock at her door, effectively halting her session. Glancing over, the sight of Javier just barely poking his head in would have usually made her snicker. But with how annoyed she already was, the only thing she could do was throw a glare in his direction. 

He didn’t seem to phased by it though. “You good?” His eyebrows raised in question and she merely exhaled a deep breath. He took that as the only answer he would get from her. “The new guy just got here.” He said, pointing his thumb behind him and waiting for her to get up.

God, she had only been here a few hours and she was ready to go home and crawl into bed. But she had a long day ahead of her. With the new tip Javier managed to get from his informant last night, she, Javier and their new partner will need to follow up on it. Elena leaned back in her chair, took in another deep breath then nodded. She began to mess with her hair, try and make it look more presentable, as she swiveled in her chair to face Javier. “I’ll meet you out there, just give me a bit.” 

Javier tapped the door frame once and nodded before taking his leave. 

Elena started to pull her hair back into a bun when she stopped, allowing her hair to cascade over her shoulders. She figured having her hair down might help with the headache. She stacked all the files on her desk into a neat pile and finished the rest of her coffee before discarding the empty cup into the trash. “Okay,” she breathed out. Took a moment to fix up her jacket and then left the confines of her office. She was immediately met with the barrage of voices, phone calls, and fax machines. The noise attached her headache full-on, a wave of nausea followed soon after, almost making her vomit in the middle of the embassy. 

Running on a few hours of sleep with nothing but coffee in her system, no wonder she felt like shit. 

Elena felt her back straightened when she saw Javier entering the embassy with another man. She could only assume it was their new partner. He was around the same age as Javier, tall, slim with dirty blonde hair and an ever prominent mustache. She strode towards the pair, offering a smile when Javier gestured to her. 

“Steve Murphy, this is Elena Caro, she’ll be running this operation with us.” 

“Ma’am,” Steve greeted and stuck his hand out to her. She took it in her own, smirking faintly at the clear accent in his voice. 

“Nice to meet you, Agent Murphy,” their hands dropped down by their sides. “I hope you’ve settled in well.” 

“Save for the little gun show we were treated to last night.”

Elena hummed in response. It woke her up too. “You’ll get used to it.” She glanced down at her watch then looked back up at the men before her. “Well, the Ambassador is waiting for our meeting, so Javi,” she directed her gaze at him. “Should we show him around?” 

For the next ten minutes, Javier guided Steve through the embassy. Introducing him to the faces of the various departments. Elena followed the group while not saying a word. Enjoying the fact that Javier was doing most of the work. It wasn’t until they were heading towards the Ambassador’s office did Steve sneak in a small conversation with her. 

Steve slowed his pace, making sure that Javier didn’t notice. Once he was walking next to Elena, he barely leaned over and she met him halfway. “He seems like an asshole... given what I’ve seen.” 

Elena pursed her lips together, holding back a smirk. “Javi can be an asshole but you’ll learn real quick that the sons of bitches down here deserve it.” 

Steve nodded wordlessly. “How long have you been down here?”

“About eight months.” 

“And how did you fare with him being your partner?” 

Elena glanced over at Steve, an eyebrow raised teasingly. “I’ve been around men like him my whole life. It’s easy to navigate around him once you understand what’s going on.” She gave Steve a quick pat on the shoulder. “I think you’ll get the hang of it real quick.” 

….

The trip to Medellin was anxiety-inducing, to say the least. Javier had received a tip from one of his informants. The narcos were gathering for a meeting and with a high number of prostitutes being flown out, it wasn’t hard to gather what was going down. Helena, Javier’s informant, would try and get as much information as she could. 

Elena was stuffed into a small hotel room across from the meeting’s location. She was stood at the open window between Javier and Carrillo. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she thought about Helena. She doesn’t know the young woman well. She met her by chance as she was leaving Javier’s apartment the night before. Elena offered her a cigarette, they shared a few pleasantries and went their separate ways. Still, it was a dangerous thing to be an informant for the DEA. There was a deep understanding of informants that Javier and Elena agreed upon. That they should be protected in every way possible. 

Cristina, Elena’s first informant she met three months after transferring to Bogotá, ended with the young woman getting killed. It was Elena’s first failure. And the event that shifted her dynamic with Javier. They butted heads quite a bit early on in the partnership. Both had strong opinions that sometimes differed from one another. Banters were common between the two of them. But losing Cristina was a turning point. They grew a better understanding of each other, knowing they were trying to achieve the same goal. Capture Escobar. No need for them to argue with each other. No need for being on opposites sides. It was an unspoken truce that came to fruition. And Elena was glad for it. 

But the anxiety never waned. Once the meeting was underway, the team moved to a designated location agreed upon by Javier and Helena. And there they waited… and waited. One hour went by. Then two, then three. With each passing hour, Elena and the others grew antsier. Steve suggested that she might have bailed. But Javier knew better. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. The sun had already disappeared behind the city skyline and still no Helena. 

Javier and Carrillo left to find out where she was. Elena and Steve were told to stay put in case she did show up. While Steve was annoyed at being left behind, Elena didn’t say a word. She was Javier’s informant, no way Elena would get involved with it. Elena leaned against the car and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She pulled out a cigarette, placed it between her lips, and held up the pack towards Steve, shaking it to entice him. “We’re going to be waiting for a bit,” she said before shaking the pack again. 

Steve relented, pulling one for himself before handing the pack over to her. She pulled out a lighter, lit up his first and then her own. Steve took a large inhale, smoke billowing from his nose and mouth. The agitation in his shoulders was prominent as hell. 

Elena could only eye him curiously. Probably wasn’t expecting his first day here to be on the sidelines. “Would it be alright if I asked a question?” 

Steve pulled the cigarette from his mouth, gesturing for her to continue. 

“Did you come to Bogotá alone?” 

“No, my wife Connie came with me. I think you two might get along, I know she’s going to need friends down here.” 

Elena nodded, then smiled. “I look forward to meeting her. But you both pretty much just uprooted and came down here, huh?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded, his eyes staring down at the ground. “Yeah, we did. And you, how has working down here at embassy been for you?” 

A curious question really. Elena pulled the cigarette from her mouth and blew, “For me?” She smirked as Steve nodded his head. “Well, it definitely is a man’s world in the DEA. I honestly didn’t expect it to be any different compared to what I experienced in the states. It was hell in the beginning, the only person who took me seriously was… Javi,” a small beat. “And Carrillo, and I hope you will be apart of that small list too.” 

Steve didn’t hesitate. He gave a firm nod, “I can assure you I am already.” 

She nodded in acknowledgment. “In the eight months I’ve been here, I’ve definitely had to work twice as hard. There’s no room for error, no room for slacking. You know I see so many of the other men lounging around, thinking they can do whatever the hell they want. But I slip up, they treat it like it’s the end of the word.” She hummed to herself, then took a long inhale from her cigarette. “I have to pick and choose my battles within the embassy. Most of the time it’s not even worth it. I’m here to do a job. I was transferred here because I was qualified to help get it done. And that’s what I keep telling myself every day.” 

Steve silently regarded her, he could see the hint of dismay in her eyes. And he couldn’t begin to imagine what it was like for her. The amount of disrespect she must receive from people who were her colleagues. People she was supposed to trust. He could feel his shoulders tense at the thought. The day one of those men insults her in front of him, it would be the day all hell runs loose. “I”m sorry you have to deal with that bullshit.” 

Elena gave a casual shrug, she tried to make it seem like a big deal. But it was. And it affected her every day. “Comes with the world we live in, right?” It was a sad fact indeed. “I’m lucky I have the ambassador on my side though.” 

The car’s radio switched on garnering both Elena and Steve’s attention. The driver spoke into the radio for a brief moment, then slammed the side of the car door, speaking to them in Spanish.

“What did he say?” Steve asked.

Elena dropped the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. “They found her, we need to move out.” 

….

They arrived at a convenient stand a couple of blocks away. When they pulled up, there was an ambulance stationed on the side of the road. Carrillo was sitting at an outside table while Javier was leaning against the railing. Elena felt her stomach drop as she stepped out of the vehicle. Fuck, this wasn’t good. She and Steve crossed the street to join the others. 

“How is she?” Steve was the first to ask. 

“Sedated.”

“Is she gonna be alright?” 

“Physically yeah, but mentally I haven’t got a fucking clue.” 

Elena’s gaze moved from Javier to the ambulance just a few feet from them. She swallowed down the itch to go over and ask about how Helena was doing. “What happened?” 

There was no response. Javier couldn’t even look at her. He continued to smoke his cigarette, eyes focused on the ground. The slight tremor in his hand was a key indication that he wasn’t in the mood to discuss what he had seen. But Elena managed to piece it together. Her blood ran cold when she finally realized what had happened. Those pieces of shit raped her. “And what about the people who did it?” This time she directed her question at Carrillo. 

“Dead.” His one-word response was enough to somewhat quench the rage billowing in her stomach. 

“Good.” Elena broke away from the group and ventured to the concession counter. She pulled out her wallet, silently cursing when she saw her hands shaking. At least, Javier got to her before they could kill her. But what about the trauma she would have to live with now? The nightmares she’ll have to deal with. Fuck. She was glad the men who did this to her were dead. If not, she would’ve hunted them down herself. 

She asked for a beer from the man working at the stand and paid the fee. Out of the corner of her eye, Javier stood next to her, a newly lit cigarette hanging between his lips. She could feel his rage radiating off him. And she couldn’t blame him. It was justified. Elena took her beer and finally looked over at him, his jaw tense and still not permitting himself to look at her. Did he feel ashamed? Possibly. Guilty? Yes. After knowing this man for over eight months, she’s built up a foolproof guilt radar when it came to him. 

The longer he felt her eyes staring him down, his chest tightened just a little more. He didn’t know what to say. He wouldn’t say that everything was going to be fine because it was bull shit. And expelling a false sense of hope wasn’t a stake he liked to pitch up. That usually came from Elena. She was smart, a hardened realist but still held a flame to having that sense of hope. Granted, it’s depleted somewhat since she first arrived. And while it wasn’t an ideal that he followed, he did rather enjoy it when it came from her. 

And they’ve experienced harsh downhill moments in the last eight months. This one was a little too familiar. 

Javier inhaled a long drag, his free hand leaned against the concession counter. From his peripheral, he saw her pop off the beer cap and take a long drink. Only then did he allow himself to look at her. Her eyes were quick to find his, she pulled the bottle away and wiped the bit that fell down her chin. Eyes glazed over and mouth parted open, she looked desperate. Struggling to think of something, anything to say to him. But she snapped her mouth shut. She knew that with Javier, sometimes the best thing to give him was silence. 

Elena broke their gaze, knowing that the two of them just staring at each other would seem weird to the others. She stashed her wallet into her jean pocket and turned to join Steve and Carrillo when she stopped. It still didn’t feel right. Leaving him to simmer alone like this. She tilted her head to look at him, his eyes staring down at the counter. Without a single word, Elena reached over and gently took hold of his forearm, her thumb rubbing small, soothing circles. She saw his eyes focus on her hand, not knowing of his urge to take her hand into his own. He merely closed his eyes and soaking in every second of it. 

A simple gesture that has been repeated by her several times. A silent token of reassurance that she was always there if he needed to talk. He never admitted how much he appreciated. But he had a feeling that she knew. 

Her hand fell from his arm, despite the Colombian heat, his arm felt cold and that sense of longing crept its way into his stomach. Clearing his throat, he barely glanced back over his shoulder, seeing her talking with Steve and Carrillo. Javier shook his head and stepped up to the concession window. A hell of a night and he couldn’t wait for it to be over. 

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A Normal Conversation Ch17 (Spencer Reid x Maxine Brenner)

(Not my gif!)

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Summary: Spencer and Max spend time together and explore more about the things they enjoy together. Some news at the end can be worrisome.

Word Count: 4844.

Rating: Mature. Some smut. Fluff. Angst.

Warnings: Penetrative sex, cursing.

A/N: It has been a while without publishing a new chapter. But here we are again. This is my baby, I couldn't leave it alone.

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Chapter 17: Who am I speaking to?

They held each other for a while, until Max was already much quieter. The tears had stopped falling.

"Thanks, I really feel better," said Max, breaking the embrace and leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Glad to hear that," Spencer said smiling.

“Yes, you were right. I needed to get it out." Max rubbed her eyes and wiped the last traces of tears from her cheeks. "It's not that I haven't done it before, but there are times when I remember and I can't stop the tears..."

"You don't have to apologize for that."

"Really, thanks Spencer". Max gave Reid a kiss on the cheek and turned to wash the mugs and plates that were in the sink. Spencer stood for a few moments wondering if it was a good time or not to go home. He felt that Max needed her space even though he didn't want to leave her alone, especially after seeing her previous state of vulnerability. Reid wondered if it was convenient to talk about something else or just leave. The least he wanted to do at that moment was make her uncomfortable. At last he decided to speak.

"Are you sleepy? If you want to sleep, I can go home. So I let you rest…”. Spencer said as he started to button his shirt. Max wiped her hands on one of the towels on the counter and turned to look at him.

"Not. I'm not sleepy. And not. I don't want you to go home,” said Max as she approached Spencer looking for him to look at her. She took one of his hands and squeezed it gently.

"Okay... so... do you want us to talk about something?"

"Not... really, I think we talked enough... or at least I talked enough..." Max put her arms around his neck and sought his lips to catch them in a deep kiss which Spencer responded with more intensity than he expected, clutching her hips. When they parted they looked at each other with a smile. "Spencer, everything I said before is true, but there is something I missed adding..."

"What you missed?" Reid asked as he ran fingers of one of his hands through her hair and the other stroked her cheek.

"I couldn't have thought of just having casual sex with you...". Max said as her fingers played with one of the buttons on his shirt.

"No? Why not?" Spencer asked curiously.

"Because from the day I met you I knew that I wanted you just for myself...". Max started unbuttoning his 'recently buttoned' shirt, as he cupped her cheeks with both hands and leaned down to kiss her. The idea of going to his place was gone in seconds as they began to kiss fiercely. Max with her hands on his bare chest traced pats that drew whimpers from both of them. He lifted her with his arms and sat her on the table to level her height. He pulled out his shirt first and then untied the lace of her robe, dropped it on the table. Reid paused a moment so that he could gaze at her nudity.

"I don't know how you do it... but look what you do to me..." Spencer said as he buried his mouth on her neck and taking one of her hands guided her to touch his obvious erection.

"I'm not going to complain about that..." Max said giggling as she unbuttoned his slacks, which slid down to the floor along with his boxers.

"Neither do I..." he said groaning at the touch of her hands. "Tell me what you want?"

"I want you to fuck me right here and right now...". Max said with visible excitement.

They could both tell that while it wasn't a very comfortable place to have sex, the scene they imagined was erotic enough not to give it a try. And they managed to make it work. After some awkward movements, which included a kick from Spencer to the table and Max's near fall from the edge of the table, they managed to find a position that provided sufficient balance. Holding Max's hips with his hands and hers around his neck with Max’s head back, they increased their rhythm, as well as the moans and words of adoration between them.

“Oh… fuck. More. Harder. Faster. Like that... oh Spencer... " said Max moaning and panting.

"Yes, say my name Max... I want to hear it ... say it…". Spencer replied while his thrusts increased in speed.

"Spencer... babe... uhhh... yeah, like this... Spencer... go on... fuck...". Max was engulfed in pleasure

"Fuck Max...". Spencer could barely articulate a coherent sentence.

"I'm so close Spencer... fuck ... I'm going to cum".

"Do it... cum for me... that’s right baby... fuck... fuck..."

It wasn't long until they were both lost in the heights of an orgasm that hit them almost at the same time. Barely able to breathe, they let out one last groan that echoed off the kitchen walls. With a little more awareness of time and space, Spencer rose, carefully picking Max up from the table and carrying her into the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed while he went to the bathroom. When he returned Max had not moved from where he had left her. He came over and lay down beside her. Breathing more normally, they stared at the ceiling.

"So just for you, huh?" Spencer said after a while.

"Is it too much to ask?" asked Max laughing.

"In this minute you could ask me for anything and I could not refuse ...". They both laughed. They didn't even want to see the clock, but they could have bet it was early morning. They covered themselves with the sheets and the comforter. Max lay on her side, turning her back to Spencer, who hugged her from behind and placed a kiss on her neck, while tracing strokes on her arm.

"You drive me crazy, you know that right?" Spencer whispered in her ear.

"Now I know. And I assure you that you will not get rid of me so easily Dr. Reid," said Max smiling as she stretched to get comfortable under the covers.

It wasn't long until they were both sound asleep.

The next morning the ringing of Spencer's phone on the nightstand woke them both up. Not yet fully awake, he picked up the phone and saw it was Garcia. "You must be kidding...?" he said just before answering. Max turned to him rubbing her eyes and seeing how after a snort he answered the call.

"Reid… Penelope, did something happen?"

“Good morning, Boy Wonder. I know it's Saturday and it's early ... "

"Please, tell me we don't have a case..." Spencer said as he rubbed his eyes.

“No, no… is not that. But I need to locate Rossi and he doesn't answer my calls”.

"Okay... Rossi? What's wrong?... and why me...?"

“You were the one who saw him last yesterday. I thought you might know something about his plans for today..."

"No, I don't know anything about him... only that he was going to his place... he didn't tell me if he was going to the cabin today... did you call Kristal?"

"No. I didn’t. I can't explain, but I can only tell you that he asked me for a favor and I need to report some things to him. He explicitly asked me not to involve anyone else…”. By now Spencer was up and out of bed and into his boxers. Max looked at him curiously when she saw how he frowned.

"It's because of Lynch… right?" Spencer interrupted.

"Reid don't make me talk, please ... just if you talk to him, tell him I need him to call me" Penelope said quickly.

"Okay. If I'm lucky I'll let you know…"

“Thanks genius boy. Give my regards to Max"

"Uhm? How ...?"

“I know you are there with her. I called you at your place first and you didn't answer me. Since it's Saturday and the time, I don't think you're anywhere else. Give her my regards and I hope we can see each other later"

"Okay ... I'll tell her". Spencer said still confused, hanging up. Max, already more awake, was looking at him curiously.

"Something happened?". Max asked seeing how Spencer was still standing next to the bed.

“Nothing happened… yet, I think. It was Penelope. She sent you greetings, by the way. For some reason she knew I was here…”. Spencer said, shaking his head and sitting down on the bed next to Max.

“Penelope is adorable. And she cares a lot for all of you," said Max as her hand began to gently caress Spencer's back tracing circles on it.

“Yeah, she is a great woman. We have known each other for many years and she has always been for everyone..."

"But you were worried, what did she say?... you have a frown," asked Max.

“She was trying to talk to Dave. I think… they are doing an independent investigation of a case that we still have open… one of the difficult ones… and very personal for Rossi”.

"And you're worried about him ..." Max said. Spencer nodded.

"Yes, I know what it feels like when a case touches you personally..." he said scratching his head.

“Maybe… all of you need to spend more time outside of work. You are all friends, you need to be distracted from the things you do and see every day... surely that does not help to solve a case, but at least help to pause and talk about what is happening to you...". Spencer crawled into bed again, sitting with his back on the backrest.

"It's difficult to do that sometimes... but in general, it's Rossi himself who invites us to his house... well, mansion... from time to time..."

"And don't you meet somewhere else... go out to other places? Do other things?"

"We have gone where Matt’s, where Luke’s... where Penelope’s... where JJ’s... it's not the usual, but sometimes it happens..."

"And in your place?". Spencer thought for a moment.

“Eh… I don't think I've ever planned something like that in my place… I mean, they know where I live… they have visited me… but doing 'something'… I think never did. Well, it's not Rossi' yard either…”. Spencer said with a shrug.

"Okay, your home is not a mansion... but intention is what counts, right?"

��I hadn't really thought about it… we've always relied on Penelope and Rossi for our activities outside of work…” Spencer mused.

"It is not bad give back sometimes...". Max leaned in to give Spencer a kiss. "Good morning, by the way."

"Good morning..." Spencer replied returning the kiss gently.

“I'll go to the shower and make breakfast. Think about what you want to do today, because if you think I will let you go home now, you are wrong”. Giving him another kiss, she got up from the bed.

After Max got dressed, Spencer asked if she could go get his travel bag that was in the trunk with his clothes while he showered. They ate breakfast while going through the newspaper Max received every day. They agreed to go to the National Gallery of Art, which while they both knew, Max knew it would have a new exhibit she was interested in seeing. Spencer agreed. Then they would have time to walk for a bit before lunch. The day was clear but a little colder than usual.

They toured the exhibition in as much detail as possible for a few hours. Spencer asked Max questions about some of the things they saw, to which Max tried to give as much detail as possible, at least what she knew. There were very striking paintings which caught Spencer's attention. "Surely you are not a lover of modern art" Max said laughing at one point. "Not much really" was his reply. They both looked relaxed and it was noticeable they enjoyed that time in each other's company. Max was happy to be able to talk about the things she liked without having to hold back or see any disgusted or bored face. For his part, Spencer was pleased to see someone as passionate about something as Max was at that minute. In addition, he liked to learn new things and thanks to his memory, he knew that he could retain them without major problem.

After leaving the exhibition they walked through the surrounding streets and found themselves in a park which they decided to cross to continue their conversation. In addition to commenting on what he had seen in the museum, Spencer gave her details of things he had seen in other places. Some of them had been discussed on their first date night, others were new to Max, so she took the opportunity to ask all the questions that appeared to him. During their walk they found a place that caught their attention for lunch. At lunch Max got a call from his dad.

"Dad? Hi..."

“Max, I was just calling you to see if you would come tonight or tomorrow. Michelle just called me and Sammy will come for dinner today, in case you prefer to come today instead of tomorrow"

"Yes of course. I thought tomorrow was better, but if Michelle is going to be with Sammy, I'd rather go today"

"Okay. See you in a few hours then"

"Yes, bye dad. I love you". Max hang up and left her cell phone on the table. “It was my dad. I was thinking of going to see them tomorrow, but I'm going to dinner today and seeing Sammy... I thought maybe... you could come with me"

“Max, I'd like to… but I promised my mom to be with her today before bedtime. I’m sorry…"

"Okay, don't apologize" Max said giving him a smile. "You can come with me another day."

"Of course"

After lunch, they walked past a photography exhibition and they decided to visit for a while. They walked holding hands while they recognized some of the photographs and discussed them.

“I think you might like this one. It dates from 1942, World War II, collective chaos and this farm in the middle of a field. It contrasts with the smoke from the surrounding sectors, after a bombing…” said Max as she pointed to one of the photographs at Spencer.

“It is impressive how it seems to be an oasis among all the disaster that surrounds it. It's really good,” Spencer said, coming closer to look at the details in the photograph.

“There are several with the same contrast. The first time I saw it my skin crawled, really”. Spencer was so focused on seeing the image that he didn't notice Max had pulled out his cell phone and was taking a picture of him.

"What?..." Spencer asked, realizing what Max had done.

"I needed to capture that face". Max said smiling.

"My face?" Spencer asked curiously.

“Yeah, that adorable face immersed in wonder and concentration. Besides, I don't have any photos of you and unlike you, I don't have an eidetic memory”. Spencer couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay. It seems fair to me"

"Can I be more daring still?". Max asked

"More…?"

"Sure... how about a photo of both of us?"

"Selfie style?". Spencer asked with a frown. Max nodded. “I think just for you I would make an exception. Not that I really like the idea..."

"Come on... give me something for when you're on your cases trips... please?"

"Okay... but just for you, okay?"

"Don't worry, I won't share it with anyone. Just as I am not going to share you with anyone either" said Max joking.

Spencer hugged Max as she positioned the phone to try to capture both faces. Unfortunately her short arms didn't help with the perfect angle. Spencer, realizing it, took the cell phone himself and pushed it away to improve the angle. He pressed the button and the photo was captured. Max took advantage of their closeness to lift her face and search for Spencer's lips with hers. Eyes closed and kissing, Spencer pushed the same button again. Another photograph was stored on the phone.

"Thank you". Max whispered.

"Just for you". Reid replied giving Max a peck in her lips.

The afternoon had passed quite quickly and it was nearing time for their family obligations. Spencer took Max back to her apartment. He parked the car outside the main entrance.

"Can we talk tomorrow?" asked Max.

"Of course. Give my regards to your dad, Eloise, Michelle and Sammy"

“Sure I will. Have a good afternoon with your mom"

"Thank you. I hope I can take you one of these days, of course, if you want to go. She will surely like you"

“Do you think so? You must be the most important thing for her. I don't think it's easy to please when it comes to you” said Max laughing.

"You please me... that should be enough." Spencer leaned down and lifting her chin let their lips meet gently. Letting out a sigh, Max clung to the lapel of his jacket to keep from breaking the kiss. As they pulled away they both sighed.

"Would you believe me if I told you that you have me as a teenager?... what did you do to me Dr. Reid?"

"I think the same as you to me... Miss Brenner." After a short kiss, Max quickly got out of the car.

"I will not risk staying here forever... although I would like... now, go" said Max smiling and closing the car door.

Although they spoke on the phone on Sunday, they could not see each other until a few days later. After two cases in a row out of town, Spencer had arrived at his apartment exhausted. He remembered that Max had her last interview at the Smithsonian and they should be about to give her the final answer. He picked up the phone and called her while he was lying on his couch after throwing his shoes on the floor.

"Hey how are you?". Spencer said.

“Hey… what a surprise. Well... are you out yet?"

“No, I just arrived. I'm in the apartment. Do you want to come?... I would offer to go but I don't think I can move anymore. I'm lying on the couch and I don't have the energy for anything else…”.

"I would love to. But can it be later? I have to pick up Sammy from a schoolmate and take him back home. Do you think could be later?"

"Yes of course. I can order something for dinner"

"It would be perfect ... see you later then..."

"Max!, wait... did they call you from...?". Spencer was interrupted by Max.

"I have no news yet... well, I'll tell you more details later, okay?".

"Yes of course. I’ll wait for you". Spencer replied.

It was after 8:00 p.m. when Spencer felt two knocks on the door. He had already received the food he ordered, so it was surely Max. He got up from the couch and opened the door.

"Hey! Handsome”. Max greeted.

"Hello gorgeous. What have you got there?" Spencer asked pointing to a paper bag that Max was holding in one of her arms.

"Something for dinner," Max replied, as she got in the apartment. Spencer closed the door and took her free hand pulling it up to his body and leaning in to kiss her.

"I missed you". Spencer said after breaking the kiss but still hugging her.

"I missed you too". Max whispered back.

"If you want I can show you right now how much I missed you these days...". Spencer whispered playfully searching Max's neck with his lips.

“Uhm… tempting. But… let's have dinner first,” Max answered, letting go of Spencer's arms and walking to the kitchen. "Besides... I have news for you." Spencer looked at her confused. Max smiled and pulled a bottle of wine out of the paper bag. "I got the job!".

"Max! You didn't want to say anything to me on the phone when I asked…". Spencer reproached as he walked into the kitchen as well.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," Max replied.

“This is excellent news! I knew you would get it...". Spencer said as he grabbed Max's waist and plastered a kiss to the base of her neck.

"Thank you for having faith in me"

"I didn’t hesitate for a minute"

"That's why we should celebrate" Max said as she opened the bottle of wine. Spencer prepared the plates and they went to the table for dinner.

After dinner they both sat on the couch with a glass of wine in hand. Despite talking a lot at dinner, Max was quietly watching Spencer rambling about the importance of music in the development of modern psychology. Reid, even though the enthusiasm in his speak, could notice Max's silence.

"I'm rambling again, right?" Max, realizing that Spencer had stopped speaking, rushed to reply.

"No, it's okay. You were developing an idea... "

"And you were in outer space..." Spencer said with a frown.

"Sorry, I got a little distracted..." Max apologized.

"Don’t apologize. What happens?... because something happens”. Reid had his eyes fixed on Max studying her reactions.

"Is this what you get when your boyfriend is a profiler?..." Max tried to joke, avoiding a conversation she didn't want to have.

"You don't have to be a profiler to know that something is happening..."

"Yes it's true. But I don't know what to answer you…”. Max shrugged.

"The truth, for example?..."

“It would be easy if I really knew what's wrong with me. But it’s not so clear to me…”. Max took a sip of her wine.

"We can try to figure it out together..." Spencer offered taking a sip of his wine as well. Max let out a sigh.

"Okay... this will come out spontaneously, so don't expect some sort of order in my ideas..."

"Too many warnings Max…" Spencer tried to joke, which brought a little smile to Max.

“I know I should be happy. I am. I got the job I wanted, my family is fine, I have a loving, attentive and attractive boyfriend who drives me crazy…”. Spencer blushed a little and smiled. “It's true! Don't be humble with me Dr. Reid, ok?. But well, despite all that I feel anxious. I'm having strange dreams, nightmares. It's like from one moment to the next I'm going to lose all the good things I have in my life now. I'm scared. And I don’t know why. I don't see any signs that anything is going to happen… I don't know. But I think about it and I don't like it. What if they call me tomorrow and tell me it was a mistake and I don't have the job? What if after I finish talking you want to break up with me because you think I'm crazy?... ". Max finished speaking and took the last sip of wine left in her glass. "I'm silly, I know. I shouldn't even be talking to you about all this…”. Max complained.

"Hey... don't say that." Spencer took Max's empty glass and set it along with his on the coffee table. He sat closer to Max and took her hands. “You are not crazy for sharing your fears with me. And no, I'm not going to break up with you for this…”. A smile crossed Spencer's face.

“I'm not used to feeling good about things that happen in my life. That's why I think all the time that I'll lose everything from one moment to the next… it's stupid…”. Max confessed.

“I don't know if it's exactly the same, but I think I've felt that way more than once. Too good to be true, right?... And I'm not just talking about your attractive and loving boyfriend...”. Max started laughing as she shook her head. “No, but seriously. I think you are afraid to enjoy the things that are happening to you. And that makes you feel guilty. But you shouldn't! Max… you have right to do and live life as you want to. And enjoy it. There's nothing wrong with that,” Spencer said.

“Yeah, I know. And I really want to. Moreover, we shouldn't even be talking about this right now… ”. Max released Reid's hands and sought his hug snuggling. “I'll stop my silliness. Now I want to enjoy being with you. Had I told you that I missed you these days?" Max said as she dropped into Spencer's embrace.

“Yes, but it doesn't bother me you remind me. I missed you too". Max raised her head to look at him.

"Show me" she said intensifying her gaze on him and biting her lower lip trying to contain a mischievous smile.

"With pleasure". Spencer leaned down and caught her lips in a long, intense kiss. When they pulled away they were both breathing heavily.

"Uhmm ... I’m not sure if you missed me as much as you say..." Max teased.

"Am I not?... well... let's fix this to make it clear." With that said, Reid suddenly got up from the couch and picked up Max, taking her in his arms and leading her to his bedroom.

"Spencer! What are you doing? Where are you taking me?..." Max said giggling.

"Where I could show you the evidence to prove my point" Reid sentenced with a mischievous smile on his face.

After that night, several days passed where Max and Spencer couldn't see each other. Max, on the one hand, left things in order at school after having notified that she was leaving her job. Between that and the training days at the Smithsonian, the hours of the day slipped by quickly. Meanwhile Spencer came and went from the city according to the cases that were arriving at the BAU. Despite this, they both managed to talk on the phone for even a few minutes during the nights. That, in addition to the messages between them in the day.

In one of the messages Max received, Spencer told her they were in a difficult case and it might take him more days to get back than he thought. Two days after that message they talked on the phone for a while and Max noticed Spencer was exhausted. Max let him know her concern about how his voice sounded on the phone to which Spencer replied not to worry about him, that he would probably end the case that day since they had a solid clue as to where the unsub was. He promised as soon as he got home he would sleep a whole day to recover.

The next night came and Spencer hadn't texted during the day or called Max. Thinking for a moment, Max was going to call him but stopped when she remembered perhaps Spencer had arrived home and was recovering his lost sleep, just as he had promised the night before. Still impatient, she didn’t want to be an alarmist and went to sleep.

The morning after, Max woke up and the first thing she looked at was her phone to see if she had any messages from Spencer. Nothing. She saw the clock and it was still early. It was possible Reid was still sleeping. Max got up and started her day like any other. Among her activities was to collect the last things she had at school and begin to prepare the materials she would take to her new work place from the following week.

When Max got back to her apartment checked the clock and it was almost lunchtime. No notification on her phone. That was weird already. Although Spencer might be exhausted, it was difficult for him to be sleeping at that hour. So she decided to call him. The first call was unsuccessful. The phone rang until it threw up voicemail. Tried a second time with the same result. At the third call there was finally an answer. Max was quick to speak.

"Wow, I was scared that you didn't answer the phone... I knew you would arrive exhausted, but not enough to sleep until this hour...". Max was interrupted by a voice on the other end of the line.

"Max?" The voice wasn't Spencer's, but it sounded familiar.

"Yes... who am I speaking to? I'm trying to locate Spencer...". Max's head began to spin rapidly thinking of all the possibilities why Spencer wasn't the one answering her call.

"I'm Penelope... we met a while ago..." said the voice on the other end of the line. There Max recognized that it was Garcia, Spencer's co-worker.

"Hi Penelope. Is Spencer there with you…?”. Max thought they were at the BAU and her genius boyfriend had left his phone forgotten.

"Max... no, he is here... but he can't... we're in the hospital... Spencer is injured and unconscious...". Max froze upon hearing Garcia's words. Apparently one of her nightmares was coming true in that precisely moment.

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[littlesliceofmarvel]

You’re My Idiot

Request/Synopsis: Reader is Tony’s daughter and her and Bucky have feelings for each other, but haven’t acted on them. Until one day she’s injured on a mission and Bucky confesses, terrified of losing her.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, violence

Pairings: Stark!Reader x Bucky

A/N: So, first off, thank you for 1,100 followers! Secondly, I’m leaving on a three week trip so I’ll be slightly less active with my posting, as I already mentioned! I’ll be posting as much as I can, but there’ll probably be a couple of days in between, just letting you know once again! As always, gif isn’t mine and inbox is always open!

“You know, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you in like, 20 minutes,” Wanda smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at you as you sat down between her and Natasha at the bar, the overpowering sound of the music nearly making it impossible for you to hear her.

“Shut up, Wanda,” you blushed, looking down to the floor as the two girls giggled next to you. Your dad was throwing one of his infamous parties, and for once, you were invited. He didn’t usually like having you around when these were happening, but you were now officially good friends with everyone on the team, and they sided with you, forcing him to let you go. 

You weren’t usually a crowd person, wanting to avoid them whenever you could, but there was a certain someone that was here tonight that made you want to be here. You didn’t really tell people, but your feelings for Bucky were blatantly obvious. Natasha and Wanda picked up on it practically right away, trying to play match-makers between you and the brunet soldier. Unfortunately for you, Bucky was incredibly closed off and didn’t really speak to anyone except you or Steve. You loved being one of the people he felt comfortable around, but you knew that he had his limits. He was too busy trying to focus on fixing himself to notice the subtle hints you threw his way.

“We’re just teasing,” Natasha smirked, taking a sip from her drink, “Besides, we know your dad won’t let you near a guy.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing she was right, “He didn’t even let me go with that guy who asked me to prom, he’s insane.” Your dad could be slightly overbearing at times, constantly making sure you’re okay and doing a background check on every friend you had mentioned throughout high school. You understood why he was so over-protective, but a part of you wanted more freedom than you were given.

“He’s protecting you,” Wanda shrugged, “So we can’t wait to see his reaction when you and Barnes start dating,” she finished in a sing song voice, making you giggle slightly. Dating Bucky seemed like a dream, the thought of being in his arms and kissing him, it all felt like it would be magical. Completely surreal, but magical.

“We’re not going to start dating,” you laughed, “Dad doesn’t even like me around you two, imagine how he’d feel if we dated. He can’t grasp the idea that Bucky and The Winter Soldier aren’t the same.”

Natasha nearly choked on her drink, “Excuse me? We’re great, why doesn’t he like you around us?” 

Wanda leaned in, waiting to hear what you had to say, “He doesn’t want me to get influenced, to hang out around people who’ll make me want to become an Avenger, ya know?”

Natasha burst out laughing, “But your dad is the Iron Man!”

You shrugged, not really knowing what else to say. Your eyes scanned the room, landing on Bucky who, as Wanda said, already had his eyes on you. You felt your cheeks warm up, catching the small smile he sent your way. You smiled back, feeling as if you two were the only people in the room. He lifted a finger to Sam, who was in conversation with him, and walked over to you. Wanda and Natasha scurried off when they saw him coming over, and you took a deep breath to calm your nerves.

“Hey, I haven’t really seen you at any of these before,” he smiled shyly, sitting in the seat that was previously occupied by Wanda. 

You shrugged, trying to hide your warm cheeks, “It’s not really my scene.” Your eyes scanned over his body, his blue button down dress shirt matched his eyes, the black slacks just being the perfect finishing touch to his outfit. He looked really good.

“Me neither,” Bucky looked around, eyeing the people dancing and drinking, “I only show up to be Sam’s wingman,” he looked to you, a playful smile on his face making you chuckle slightly.

“Why does Sam need a wingman? He’s an Avenger,” you looked over to Sam who seemed to be chatting it up with a blonde woman wearing a revealing dress. Right up Sam’s alley, you had to admit.

Bucky’s voice had a hint of amusement, “He thinks the hair drags the ladies in,” he shook his head slightly, his soft hair falling into his face to emphasize his statement. You smiled, lifting your hand to brush it out of his eyes. You felt him tense up under your touch, his smile faltering slightly.

Why did you just touch him? You felt like such an idiot.

“The hair is usually a bonus,” you smirked, trying to play it off cool as you pulled your hand away from his face, his eyes softening slightly. You didn’t really think about it, you just put your hand in his hair. 

Why?

“Well,” Bucky smiled, leaning towards you slightly, placing a hand on yours, “It’s a good thing-”

“Barnes, get your hands off my daughter,” Your dad’s voice made Bucky retract his hand faster than you’ve ever seen a person move. You groaned, turning to face your dad who had his arms crossed, a beer in one hand.

Bucky didn’t seem intimidated by him, but you knew he wanted to make things right with everyone, so he complied, “Sorry.” You felt your heart drop at Bucky pulling away, leaning as far from you as he possibly could.

“Calm down, we’re just having fun,” you mumbled, leaning back in your chair, flipping your hair over your shoulder.

He scoffed, “Fun? Fun isn’t sitting here flirting with a man who killed dozens of people with-”

“Dad!” you cut him off, eyes wide - he was totally out of line, “What the fuck, dad?” You looked over to Bucky who seemed to lower himself into his seat even more, avoiding eye contact with the two of you. His eyebrows were furrowed, you knew how much that had affected him.

He shrugged, “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he looked over to see Pepper calling his name and lifted a hand, “I’ll be back, you two keep your distance.”

As he walked away, you turned to Bucky, sadness written all over both of your faces, “Bucky, I’m so sorry, he’s probably drunk,” you placed your hands on his shoulders, making him look up at you, “I’m so sorry.”

Bucky shrugged, looking away from you, “It’s fine, I’m used to it. I actually think I’m going to go to bed.”

He stood up, knocking you back slightly as he walked of the room, not letting you say another word. Your heart completely broke as you watched him leave, the guilt consuming you. It felt like it was your fault. All you wanted was for him to be happy, to push past what he did, but it was thrown in his face once again.

You threw yourself back in your chair, the tears threatening to come as you sat there alone, missing his presence already. You knew your dad had a problem with Bucky - he didn’t exactly hide it. Ever since he found out the Winter Soldier killed his parents, he’s been watching the brunet with harsh eyes every time he was around. You hated it, you just wanted the two of them to get along. 

You sat there for what felt like hours before you stood up, heading to your room for the night where you let your emotions come through, crying yourself to sleep.

-

Two weeks had passed, and you were almost certain Bucky had been avoiding you since your dad snapped. Every time you entered the room, he made a quick exit, saying he had to train or ‘do laundry.’ Whenever you passed by him and greeted him with a smile, he simply gave you a curt nod, continuing on his way like you were a stranger. You hated it. You felt your spirits getting lower and lower every time you briefly interacted with him. Nat and Wanda could feel the awkward tension in the room, trying to help a conversation flow between you two but Bucky dismissed it every time, leaving the room with purpose. 

It was killing you. You were pissed at your dad for what he said, and you hated how Bucky was associating you with it. You cared for him so much, and you never linked Bucky to his past - certainly never throwing it in his face. You just wanted to talk to him again, to let things happen, but he got more and more distant every day.

The day was Friday, and for the first time in a while, your dad was bringing you along on a mission. You had been on missions before, usually to help escort civilians when they were taking down someone in public. You felt useful, like you didn’t have Tony Stark as a dad for nothing. You put yourself to good use, helping to get innocent people safe before the Avengers made a mess. 

You buckled up in the jet, smiling at your dad as he gave the team a quick briefing. Bucky, Sam, Steve and Nat listened to his every word, looking over the map of the building as you sat in silence, fiddling with your thumbs. You couldn’t look away from Bucky. His face held a hard expression, the grip on his gun turning his knuckles practically white as he listened to his instructions. He looked a mixture between sad and pissed, and you didn’t know which was worse. You almost felt embarrassed being in the room. 

You knew that Bucky had told Sam and Steve about what had happened, everyone had noticed his demeanour change and constantly questioned him about it, without response. But Sam and Steve were the two other people who knew him as well as you did, so there was no way they didn’t know about what happened.

“You’re good with that, Y/N?” Your dad’s voice broke your thoughts and your turned to face him.

“Huh?” You sat up, knowing damn well you weren’t paying attention.

“Goddamn it, pay attention, woman,” he rolled his eyes, motioning for you to come over, which you did. You walked over quietly, feeling slightly under pressure when Bucky’s eyes landed on you, his gaze still harsh. You stood next to your dad who pointed to the map.

“So, we’re going in from the top floor, the civilians are between the ground and fifth floor, and our target is on the eighth,” he pulled up a hologram of the building, little white dots showing up to represent people, “So, you’ll go in through the bottom and help evacuate.”

You nodded, “How long do I have?” 

“Less than ten minutes,” Steve answered, looking over to you as he placed his hands on his utility belt, “Please, be careful. We’re led to believe they may have armed men down on the lower floors.”

You crossed your arms, scoffing, “How the hell am I supposed to know who’s good and who isn’t?”

Steve raised an eyebrow, “You don’t. You gotta get everyone out, just don’t make it seem like the Avengers are here.”

You nodded, looking over the scan of the building once again as Natasha handed you a gun. You had shot guns quite a few times before, but you had never shot at people. Bucky sensed your hesitation on grabbing the gun, giving you a small smile as you took it out of Nat’s hand and placed in in your waistband, using your leather jacket to conceal it. 

“I got it, sounds good,” you sighed, nodding to your dad, worry clear in his eyes. He pulled you in for a hug and you tried to wrap your arms around him, the metal of his suit being tough to hug. He pulled away and held onto your shoulders, giving you a nod as he turned away. 

“Dad, I’m not like, fifteen anymore, I can handle myself much more out there,” you said, trying to ease his nerves. It didn’t help him, clearly, but he gave you a forced smile, appreciating the effort. 

The rest of the ride was pretty silent overall. Sam and Bucky bickered slightly, along with Steve and your dad, but the ride felt peaceful, almost. Once you guys landed, you were the first to rush out. You ran out of the jet, making sure not not lose the weapon hidden in your waistband as you made your way towards the building. You weren’t even sure where you were, really. The street seemed partially abandoned, damaged cars sitting in parking spots and small buildings with broken windows being the only thing you could see. 

The building you were supposed to go into came into view, and you made a beeline towards it. Being the only normal-looking building here, it wasn’t hard to spot. The entire building was covered in windows, clean ones at that, and the street in front of it was lined with expensive cars. It seemed like it didn’t belong on this street. 

You made your way in through the front door, placing your finger on your ear, “I’m in, guys.” You walked towards the receptionist’s desk, her fake smile being a little too much for your taste.

“Um, hi, I’m going to need you guys to evacuate the building,” you stuttered, cursing yourself for being nervous at a time like this.

“What?” She asked, her fake nails clicking into the security system to look around the building, “There’s nothing going on, why do we need to do that?”

You placed your hands in your pockets, “Well, uh-”

“Tell her there’s a fire three buildings down and they need to clear the street,” Steve’s voice was faint in your ear.

“There’s a fire not far from here, they need to evacuate the street,” you spoke calmly and her eyes widened as she picked up the phone, entering a number and speaking into it, her voice being heard throughout the building.

“Stay calm, but this isn’t a drill, we need to evacuate the building,” she said and you sighed in relief as people scurried from their desks to head out of the building. You gave the team the OK to enter, and they each thanked you. 

The elevators came to the bottom floor, people shoving their way out to check on their expensive cars. You noticed a man in the corner of the room not looking overly phased, but instead of running out, made his way towards the stairs to go up. Everything in you told you to leave, your task was done, but the Stark part of you chose to run after the man.

You were running up the stairs quietly before you could even process what you were doing, pulling your gun out of your pants and turning off the safety, your finger pressed on the trigger, ready to attack anything that moved.

“I heard you following me, girl,” a cool voice spoke from behind you, the feeling of a gun being pressed against the back of your head made you wish you listened to the logical part of yourself and ran out of the building. But here you were.

“Dad, help-” you started to call for him but before you could finish, a piercing pain shot through your right shoulder, the sound of the gunshot ringing in your ears. 

“Y/N?!” Sam’s voice sounded panicked as he called for you, “Shit, Y/N, are you okay?”

“I-Oh, fuck,” you grit your teeth, placing your hand on your shoulder as the blood gushed out. You cursed yourself for being an idiot. How could you even think of trying to run after a bad guy? Why were you like this?

You threw your head back against the cement wall as the man who shot you took off, muttering something about how he shot Tony Stark’s daughter. You felt your arm going numb as the blood continued pouring out, staining everything on you. Your ears were ringing, your body growing tired.

“Y/N, I need you to let me know if you’re okay,” Bucky’s voice calmed you down, even if it was faint, “Please, please, are you there?”

“I- I’m here, yeah,” You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, “Shot in the shoulder.”

“Stay where you are, I’m on my way,” His voice was shaky, but you felt yourself sigh in relief. He was on his way to get you. You continued applying pressure to the wound, but you felt weak. Your eyes were getting extremely heavy and you tried to keep them open, hoping to see Bucky.

But before you knew it, everything went dark.

-

“No, you dumbass, it’s not better than the fourth movie!” A soft voice startled your awake, your head pounding like an earthquake as your eyes fluttered open, the pain flowing through your body knocking the breath right out of you.

“Dude, shut the hell up, the third one’s the best,” another voice spoke. 

You had no idea where you were, everything around you was blindingly white and everything in your body felt like it was on fire. You let out a small groan and the two voices stopped arguing, both of them calling out that you were awake.

You eyes started to focus on your surroundings, seeing Sam standing by the doorway calling out for someone, your dad rushing into the room. Bucky sat by your bed, your hand held between his as his eyes were focused on you. You couldn’t focus on anything else but the pain, although the feeling of his touch send a wave of comfort through your body.

“Oh, my baby girl,” your dad’s voice snapped your attention away from Bucky’s, his eyes slightly red as he placed a kiss on your forehead, “You’re an idiot.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “Excuse me?”

He scoffed, running his hands through your hair, “You went after someone when it wasn’t your job. I know you’re a Stark and all, but come on, kiddo.”

“Well, for your information, dad,” you looked up at him, your voice laced with amusement, “I think I’m ready to be an Avenger.”

He laughed, along with Sam who was in the corner of the room, “Bullshit. You ran up three stairs and nearly died.”

You laughed, quickly stopping when the pain roared through your chest once again. Your dad noticed your discomfort, helping you sit up right a little more. You looked over and saw Bucky still sitting right next to your bed, eyes filled with worry.

“Were you guys arguing about Harry Potter?” you asked Bucky, looking over to Sam and back to him, “I could hear you guys.”

Sam laughed, “Damn right we were.”

Bucky still didn’t say anything, his eyes fixed on you and nothing else. You felt slightly embarrassed under his gaze - he probably thought you were an idiot for thinking you could actually be useful in a fight. 

Sam noticed the look he was giving you and turned to your dad, “Hey, um, Tony, I think Fury wanted to talk to us, actually. I’m just remembering this now, you know, out of the blue,” he chuckled awkwardly and walked out. You rolled your eyes, figuring your dad wouldn’t fall for it.

But he did. He placed a kiss on your forehead and told you he’d be back later, trailing behind Sam. You laughed quietly, turning to Bucky.

“Sam couldn’t be more obv-”

You were cut off, once again. But this time, by Bucky placing his lips on yours. It didn’t fully register in your mind what was happening, the feeling of his soft, warm lips on yours being something you had craved for months. Once your brain finally caught up, you closed your eyes, moving your lips gently against his. His kiss was so gentle, as if he were afraid to hurt you. You felt your heart practically burst with joy as he lifted his hand, softly running his thumb along your cheek as he pulled away, a small smile on his face.

“Sorry, I had to,” his cheeks turned slightly pink, a small boyish smile on his lips as he looked to you, worried you might freak out.

“I’m one hundred percent okay with that,” you grinned, “I’ve been waiting a while for that.”

He looked down, and you knew he was going to say something a little more intimate, “I’m sorry about how I’ve been acting recently. Distant, rude, all the above. I just... When Tony said what he said I freaked out. Not at him, but because he was right. You deserve the best, y’know? I was once the most feared assassin, you can do so much better than that and I-”

“Bucky, stop,” you giggled, lifting his hand to place a small kiss on his knuckled, “Don’t ever think you’re less than enough. I’ve had this stupid crush on you for a long time, so to me, you’re pretty damn near perfect. Sure, your past is pretty gruesome, I won’t deny that, but it’s nothing you need to worry about when it comes to me, I promise. I’m also so sorry for what he said to you, once again.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up and a smile came over his face. He had never felt this sort of warmth in his chest before, and looking at you, he knew that what he felt was serious.

“I thought I was going to lose you today,” he admitted, eyes looking towards your bandaged shoulder.

You chuckled, “I know, I’m an idiot.”

“You are,” he nodded, and happiness spread throughout your entire body, “But you’re my idiot.”

You knew your life was going to send you through many, many upside-down spirals, and nothing was ever going to be guaranteed. But sitting here, looking at Bucky, it felt certain that he was going to be there for you, and you for him.

And you wanted nothing more.

[soundofseventeen]

13 Days of Christmas (Yoon Jeonghan)

Hi! Not much to say but I hope you enjoyed Erin’s update! And this is one of my favorites that I wrote! I’ll see y’all tomorrow! gif credits to owners!

Word count: 2699

“There it is,” you said, gently placing your fingertips against the glass, “Jeonghan’s Christmas present.” It was neither grandiose nor revolutionary but you could guarantee that that record player would light up his face the moment he saw it and it was worth it. You could already picture him buying a table specifically for that and his little collection of records happily on the side. You felt the goosebumps making their way across your body hearing Jeonghan’s vocals as he sang along to his favorite songs. 

Joshua, on the other hand, didn’t look too amazed. “It’s nice…Y/N, it’s really nice, but isn’t the price...a bit much?” He loved his friend, he really did but the thought of spending so much money on him was enough to haunt his daydreams. But then he figured that if ever found someone that would spend as many Christmases with him the way you and Jeonghan did, then maybe he’d understand. After all, you were already dating when he met Jeonghan, but he surprised himself when he saw he got along with you as well, being neighbors and all.

“Joshua...for Jeonghan, too much is never enough.”

“But when was the last time you bought something for yourself?”

You kicked your foot in the air to show him your kicks. “Uh, I bought these four months ago, remember?”

“Yes...I told you to either buy them or I would. You had to justify buying a new pair even though they had a hole on the toe.”

“Not everyone can inherit a family business, Mr. Show Off. Now, are you gonna help me wrap that thing when I get out of work?” You cleaned the prints with the sleeve of your sweater paw, ridding the smudge on the window. You tapped the pocket of the small zipper of your mini backpack, making sure you brought the money with you for the umpteenth time. All your tips and extra cash you had leftover went to the record player. And if the owners had a set schedule, you would’ve bought it and taken it home with you a long time ago. 

“And when are you getting your camera? Don’t you miss taking photos?’

“I can always wait for my next birthday or when I’m not drowning in debt.” You remembered all the unopened film you had at home.

So why are you buying something this expensive for Jeonghan?”

“He deserves it. He’s been working so many hours lately and even though he’s dead tired, he still makes time for me. Honestly, that over there-” you pointed to the antique, “-is nothing to compared to everything he’s done.”

“And you don’t work enough hours?” He had never seen a couple like you and Jeonghan, so young and in love and always putting each other first. It sickened him sometimes and he usually had to be realistic for the both of you. 

“Pfft, I’m pretty sure I’ve been slacking just to make sure I get by. That’s what happens when I decide to get sick..” you mumbled the last of your ranting so he wouldn’t hear you. Getting sick around this time of year hadn’t been an option and it still happened and it made you hate your immune system for making you suffer.

“Why not just move in with Jeonghan already to save costs? You’ve been together long enough.”

“I don’t think we’re ready for that yet,” you admitted. It’s not that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind before; it’s just that there were other things you wanted to do and get on your own before taking that next step.

“Okay so you spend all your money on him...and vice versa, you spend all your free time together, you pretty much spend weeks at each other’s places AND you’ve been together since the dawn of time...but no. Moving in together is too much of a commitment.”

“Oh hush before you make me late for work. Come on. I have annoying customers to attend to. Hopefully, they’ll be generous enough to leave me good tips.”

“‘Tis the season to be jolly,” he raised his coffee cup in a toast and sipped it.

*

“Isn’t she a beaut?” Jeonghan asked Seungcheol on his way to work. He sighed longingly at the Polaroid on display, wanting and wishing so desperately he’d be getting paid today just so could buy you your present right now.

“Very pretty,” he whistled. “I’m sure Y/N will love it.”

He nodded, still remembering the broken-hearted expression you had when you realized that you had forgotten it at the bus stop and he swore he’d buy you another one as soon as he could afford it. “I hope so. Y/N deserves all the good things in this world and I’ll try my hardest to make that happen.”

“You know I keep thinking that maybe one day you’ll realize that you’ll both be happy once you move in together.” 

“We’ve talked about it but we’re not ready for that.”

“So you’re just gonna settle for buying yet another ridiculously expensive present.”

“Y/N needs this. Trust me.”

“And I need someone to help me pay rent because living alone sucks.”

“Didn’t Soonyoung have an opening available?”

“You really want me to have a stroke, huh? Last time he had Seungkwan over at his place...I had to help him scrape noodles off the ceiling.” He frowned. “And Minghao wasn’t pleased about the food stains on his book, so I had to give him my copy.”

“New plan, get into a relationship.”

“Yeah, that’s easy for you to say. You don’t have to worry about all that shit.”

“I got lucky,” Jeonghan shrugged nonchalantly. He turned his attention back to the vintage camera. “That’ll prove it.” He had slowly been saving up for that Polaroid for you, stopping by weekly to give a downpayment, and with this week’s paycheck, you’d surely be getting it tonight.

“Man, you guys are gross,” Seungcheol gagged. “Making me feel lonely with my single ass. Let’s go, Romeo. Otherwise, the only thing you’ll be getting is a pink slip.”

“I really hate Soonyoung,” he grumbled. “He got to be one of Santa’s elves and I’m fucking Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.”

“And I’m a cashier who has to hear sob stories and threats over discounts that aren’t included with the shit they’re buying.” Jeonghan wasn’t sure if the tears were real or not, but he couldn’t blame him either way.

*

You walked out of the bathroom, still wondering how the smell of coffee made its way into your street clothes. You stuffed your uniform into your backpack, grateful to be out earlier than expected but trying not to think about how you were gonna make extra money before the rent. Tips weren’t too bad but you felt a little guilty for hoping for more. You’d find a way to manage; you always did. 

Your coworkers wished you a happy holiday, as well as thanking you for the gifts and then you went next door to wait for Joshua since he texted you that he’d be leaving soon. The secretaries at the law firm didn’t give you a second glance other than greeting you. They were used to seeing you by now so they let you wait there. Luckily, he hardly kept you waiting so you were back out before the door even closed. He chatted about the potential clients and the ones who stuck out to him. You didn’t know how many cups of coffee he drank on the way to the antique store, but he never seemed jittery. But you guessed it went to you since you were buzzing and speeding up and rushing him to get there faster. You finally left him about half a block away to run inside to get someone to help take the record player to the register to pay the owner.

However, when Joshua caught up to you, you were frantically digging through your backpack looking for the small zip-loc that had all your savings for it. “Where is it?” You dumped everything out on the counter, hoping it’d be mixed in with your uniform or your wallet or anywhere else. “Joshua,” I can’t find it.” You tried not to cry, thinking if you went back to the restaurant, it’d be there in your locker, waiting for you. “I’m sorry, can you just keep this on hold for me? I left my money in my locker at work. I’ll be back with it as soon as possible.”

“I’m sorry, but if someone else wants it, we might have to sell it to them,” the owner said apologetically.

“No, please. I have the money. It’s for my boyfriend. That’s his Christmas gift. I’ll be back in an hour, I promise.”

*

“What do you mean I’m not getting paid?” Jeonghan asked his boss in disbelief.

“No, you’re still getting paid...it’s just delayed a couple of days. And that’s my fault for not seeing that I was overdrafted from one of my payments sooner.”

“And all my coworkers?”

“Are in the same position as you. I-It’s out of my hands.”

“Can’t you just give it to me in cash, sir? It’s an emergency.”

“My daughter just deposited everything that we made today. Jeonghan, I’m truly sorry. How else can I make it up to you?”

“It’s fine. Forget it.” The rush of emotions left him conflicted as he drove home. He didn’t have a backup plan for something like this. He just assumed that after work today, he’d be able to buy you your Christmas gift with no problem. He was pissed that it didn’t happen like that. He knew that banks messed up all the time but he couldn’t believe his luck. He promised you the greatest gift in the world, and now would he provide that? He threw your towels in the washer, knowing you’d want to shower after you got back from visiting your friends at Mingyu’s place. He tidied the room a little, looked for your slippers and made sure he had some ramen in case you came home hungry.

He went back out to the living room, car keys in hand, when he laid his eyes on his records...his most prized collection. A lot of them he had been buying since he started earning his money, and some he got for a really good deal. He always promised himself that one day, he’d get himself one just to be able to play his music. And then when you crossed his mind, he pictured you with the Polaroid in your hands as you took the pictures and in one swift movement, picked up the records and headed out.

*

You never understood how Jeonghan managed to tangle himself up in you but you never complained about it. If anything, you welcomed it because it was just something you liked...unless it was scorching hot and his body heat radiated off of him. “Hannie,” you called him softly. “Hannie, wake up.”

“Five more minutes, my love,” he mumbled. “I’m tired.”

“But Hannie, it’s Christmas! I wanna make you breakfast.”

“Stay with meeeeeee.” He sleepily pressed his lips to your cheek, not quite processing your words.

“Come on. You can sleep in the living room.”

“Jagi, can you make me pancakes?”

“Yes, come on. And take your blanket too so you’ll stay warm.”

“Can we stay in our pjs too?”

“Go nuts.”

He didn’t need his blanket because as soon as he turned on the TV, he woke up and flipped through the channels excitedly, looking for anything that hinted at his childhood. He looked under the Christmas tree, only two presents, a sure sign that they’d gotten older. His heart clenched at seeing his gift to you, which now looked like nothing compared to the one you wrapped for him. He didn’t wanna dwell on that. It was Christmas, you were here with him again and it was perfect. Breakfast too. He loved hearing you humming in the kitchen, and making small talk. He met you on the table but you shook your head and went to the living room and sat on the floor. You patted the spot next to you and you watched the movie playing in silence. You looked like you were in a good mood, and he couldn’t complain. And then you mentioned opening presents and he felt the nerves turn icy in his veins.

“Okay. Do you want to open mine first or do you want me to start?” He didn’t give you the chance to speak since he handed you your and he waited.

You took your time unwrapping it, trying to figure out what he could’ve gotten you. “Is this what I think it is?” You finally decided to tear it open, and you tried not to cry. “It’s a...Polaroid,” you said quietly. You could feel the lump in your throat, touched at the fact that he got it for you. “Thank you.” 

“I know it can’t replace your old one, but I know you missed taking photos. Here, why don’t you take one of me while I open yours?”

“I think I’d rather just capture the moment as is.” You leaned closer to him while he unwrapped his, nearly helping him because of your excitement. 

“It’s a record player,” he said in the same voice you just used. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, I know how you’ve been dying for this and it’s what you deserve. Now, why don’t you put one of your favorite albums so I can hear your beautiful voice?”

He surprised you by taking your hands in his. “Y/N, do you know how happy you make me and how I’ll do anything to see you smile?” He kissed your hands when you nodded and continued. “Yesterday, I wasn’t able to get paid, so I had to sell my records to get your Polaroid.” He didn’t need to tell you that he had to stop at several places because many of the owners didn’t offer the prices he needed to buy it for you.

“Jeonghan, why?” he wiped away a tear that had fallen. Your heart broke at his sacrifice and you felt so selfish.

“Because I love you. Now start taking pictures and hang them up everywhere you can. Your photograph...why are you crying? Jagi, please don’t cry. You're more important to me than those. I can always buy more.”

“Jeonghan, I sold all my film to buy you this record player,” you admitted. “I lost the money I saved up for it and they were gonna give it to someone else. You love music so much and it was the first thing I thought of.”

To your surprise, he started laughing so hard his own tears started falling and then it was your turn to wipe them. “Baby, why would you do that for me?”

“Because I love you. More than anything, even my stupid hobby.”

He didn’t know what else to do, so he grabbed your face and placed kisses everywhere he could until he just held you close to him. He rested you close to his heart, content despite everything. “Man, we’re just a couple of fools, aren’t we?” 

You didn’t answer him, the steady beating of his heart matching with yours. You still couldn’t believe that he loved you this much. And you loved him just as much. You’d already known that you were gonna spend the rest of your life with him, but this just solidified any doubts you may have had. 

“Jagi?” He tried again.

“Hmm?”

“I know this is long overdue and we’ve only talked about this a couple of times, but would you just move in with me already? I don’t know if I can handle being apart from you much longer. It doesn’t to be right away-”

“How about after the new year?”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Jeonghan, after what you did for me...how can I say no? Besides, it took us long enough, right?’

“I love you...so fucking much.”

And I love you...just as fucking much,” you said, placing a soft kiss to his lips.