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pinkiceee-prose · 9 months

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Summertime Service

Summary: Reader throws the BAU team a summer barbeque feast. Spencer is so moved by her hard work that he feels there's only one way to truly show her his gratitude.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut (18+, minors DNI)

Content Warnings: coworker relationship, descriptions of food, mutual pining, heavy kissing, praise, worship, begging, leg and feet massages, use of a gendered nickname ("pretty girl"), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, reader wears a sundress. please let me know if I missed any!

Author's Notes: This is the first fic I've written and published in a very long time, so please let me know if you enjoyed it and would like more! Huge thank you to the lovely @fortheloveofwonderland for reading over this for me 💗 Also, this was written as a part of @imagining-in-the-margins's Summer Sunshine Challenge!☀️

Word Count: 6.1k

As you stepped out onto Rossi’s patio, the summer sun beat down on the skin of your exposed shoulders. The different, yet still prevalent heat radiating from the large serving dish of meat you carried also played a role in the ever-present sweat gathering on your upper body, but you trekked through the grass with a smile, attempting to appear unaffected.

Tara and Luke rushed to help relieve you of the burden in your arms, but you insisted they refrain.

“Ah, nope! This barbeque is all about you guys, okay—no helping!” You said to their many protests. Lightheartedly dejected they sat back down, offering their thanks as they helped themselves to the food.

You set down the tray amongst a swarm of arms crossing, reaching for utensils in bowls of potato salad and plates of freshly grilled vegetables. You took a moment to admire the feast occurring before you, then turned on your heel to fetch more.

You and Penelope had made this plan weeks ago, just as summer was beginning to heat up and just around the time you’d joined the BAU team as Emily’s personal assistant. After a series of difficult and depressing cases, Penelope suggested that a family get-together was in order, and she enlisted your help to plan it. She, with Rossi’s help, secured the tables and canopies for the event, while you handled the menu and the serving.

You weren’t much of a gourmet chef, but you had a few tried-and-true summer recipes in your back pocket for times like these. From years of family barbeques of your own, you’d honed techniques for preparing brisket and grilling chicken, and you’d also learned a thing or two about making macaroni and cheese and fruit salad.

Under the shade of your sundress, nerves wracked your steps. Despite the bubbly facade and easy-going assurances to the team that you didn’t need any assistance, tremors radiated through your body with each dish that was carried to the outdoor tables. The shaking wasn’t due to their weight or your lack of strength; it could all be attributed to anxiety and stress and upcoming exhaustion.

This was the first time you were attending a BAU “family” event — let alone orchestrating one — so you had put a lot of pressure on yourself to impress the team.

They saved lives and solved crimes across the country while you did mostly clerical work — filed papers and answered phone calls. The division of labor was definitely lopsided, and you felt a certain level of gratitude was in order for the team. For those who did impactful work.

Just as you’d returned to Rossi’s kitchen to retrieve another dish for the table, Spencer appeared behind you. His subtle cologne filled the air; despite summer raging on outside, he smelled of autumn with his cinnamon and coffee scent. The heat of his arm rose goosebumps up your body, but he shifted to stand next to you before anyone could notice the proximity.

“Let me help, please,” He whispered, prolonging the physical contact that was typically out of character for him. As if all the heat of summer wasn’t enough, the pool of warmth he summoned inside you lit aflame with his pleas. When you finally met his eye, that fire reached your cheeks before you could do much to hide it.

Something that you’d once brushed off as a workplace crush blossomed between you and Spencer. Although you weren’t together, there was no denying the tension felt between you two when your hands brushed at the coffee counter in the office, or when you lingered over his shoulder for just a second more than necessary when passing out case files.

Lately, it had been a lot more difficult to will the thoughts away with how the heat of the season forced Spencer to shed his typical layers of clothing. Even now, he stood beside you in a simple polo shirt that clung to his chest. You could almost feel the buttons between your fingers, sliding through the fabric as your eyes grazed over him — but the oven alarm began to blare, dragging you away from the fantasy.

“Spencer,” You took a few steps away from him, pulling a few dishes from the oven and placing them on the counter. You failed to hide the smirk his presence pulled out of you. “You know this is supposed to be about appreciating the team’s hard work. You should be relaxing!”

He rolled his eyes at your insistence, then glanced over his shoulder to ensure no one had yet to notice his absence. Luckily, they were still all consumed by the fruits of your labor — literally and metaphorically.

“Your hard work should be recognized too. You’re going to overexert yourself,” His pleas felt like music and dissonance in your ears. On one hand, the attention he paid you made your knees weak, and it was obvious by the heavy breath in your chest that you enjoyed his company. But on the other hand, you felt resolute in the objective to purely serve the team tonight. The desire to praise them for their work — the desire to feel accepted by them — triumphed over the crush you’d developed on Spencer, at least for now.

“I’ll be fine. Now go back and enjoy before someone else thinks I’m accepting helpers,” You responded, flashing a tender smile as Spencer stayed in hesitation. A flash of something crossed over his eyes — irritation, desire, annoyance, or pity, you couldn’t quite tell. All you could recognize was the way his feet dragged in defeat, leaving you to your serving duties quite slowly.

Although not a profiler, you could’ve sworn he seemed spurred on, like he had to hold himself back from acting on an urge to advance on you. You brushed the thoughts away as best you could for now, returning your focus to the task at hand.

♡ ♡ ♡

The next few hours were a flash of food and drinks and summer heat. Jack, Henry, Michael, Hank, and all of Matt’s kids ran around the tables with their popsicles, definitely giving the ants in Rossi’s yard a feast of their own. Everything from cucumber salad to watermelon slices, to vegetable kebabs made their rounds down each table, visiting each BAU member.

The scent of lavender, peppermint, and citrus candles mingled in the air in an attempt to keep bugs at bay. But a symphony of crickets and cicadas still played as a soundtrack to the feast, and you watched as Emily and JJ were vigilant against flies that threatened to join the party, swatting around the food every few minutes.

You spent most of the event rushing around, finding places for each dish to reside while the rest of the team balanced between repose and indulgence. Tara, Emily, JJ, and Penelope raved about the veggies, while Morgan and Rossi praised the beefier selections you’d prepared. The team showered you with compliments, but you continued to deny their requests to help.

Food acted as an avenue for both nourishment and gratitude that you felt was desperately underserved to your new family, and accepting their help seemed to cheapen that sentiment.

Maybe it was all the incredible ways in which they brought peace to people or all the times that they helped you feel at peace with their work; regardless, you felt they were owed some home cooking and summer relaxation, and you wanted to be the one to give it to them.

“If I had known you could cook like this, I would’ve suggested this barbeque months ago,” Rossi quipped over his clean plate. It must’ve been nice for him to not be the head chef for the team for a change.

“Yeah, I haven’t eaten this good in years,” Emily chimed in, with agreements made by Matt and Morgan. Their wives nodded with them in earnest agreement.

As the sun began to set, a wash of pinks and purples created the perfect backdrop to the barbeque. Penelope had the idea to set up tiki torches, which you lit with Hotch’s help. Their gentle glow kept the brightness at a dim level while still ensuring sight to guide you as you continued your service.

Although the energy level had died down quite a bit thanks to the heat of the day and the abundance of food everyone had, the team was still rapt in lively discussions as you served dessert.

Blueberry pie with a lattice-style crust, chocolate cake with matching frosting, and homemade vanilla bean ice cream graced the tables. You weren't usually one to brag, but even you had to admit the delicious sweets were a perfect final touch to the event.

Even at dusk, the ice cream sweat and started melting almost as soon as it found its place on their plates. The sickly-sweet aroma from the pie carried on long after its trip in the oven, mingling with the already present floral aromas that seemed elevated due to the heat. You were surprised the barbeque hadn’t summoned neighbors, or at least more bugs.

Residual summer heat could be so damning yet comforting all at the same time.

With dessert served, you finally allowed yourself to sit and join the team. The aches in your feet and back that had gone unnoticed during the hours of cooking and service finally surfaced as your weight shifted, encouraging a painful rest to overtake your limbs. Without realizing it, you’d slumped over in your chair for quite a while, staring out into space as the party continued around you.

That was until Spencer detected your quietness and waved a hand in front of your eyes, commanding attention.

“Are you okay, y/n?” His voice was barely audible over the discussions happening around you. But, you still nodded, straightened your back, and reached for a slice of pie.

“Yep, just got distracted,” You gave him a small smile, but you could see that he didn’t quite believe your performance. The fatigue in your body was incredibly apparent, and the look behind your eyes was one of exhaustion. However, Spencer hesitated to react to his observations.

You weren’t sure what you expected him to say or do about it, but you watched as he pursed his lips together in contemplation — planning something.

Whatever he was scheming, it was set in motion as Matt and his family departed. Following him were JJ and her loved ones, plus Emily and Tara. They all offered repeated praises to you, Penelope, and Rossi as they crossed the threshold into the blackness of summer night.

Before you could completely gather your things, suddenly Spencer pulled you aside and insisted on coming over to his apartment tonight. His usual dismissive, demur demeanor had changed, and he loomed over you with a sort of persuasive aura that radiated from his request. It was as if he was protecting you from something, or rather, preparing you for something. Either way, anticipation dripped from his words as you stared back, silent, in response.

“I-If that makes you uncomfortable, by all means, ignore me,” he spoke in hushed tones. “But I really think you’ll enjoy it if you come.”

If you hadn’t been so exhausted, the absolute shock from his blatant flirtation would have caused your breath to catch in your throat before you could ever eloquently reply. However, with the fatigue wracking you, all you could do was scan his face for any sign of sarcasm.

He seemed to be genuine, and your body instinctually gravitated toward him with the offer. It went without saying that this invitation felt incredibly forward, but the sleep that threatened to overtake you also kept you from worrying too much about the obvious blush that spread across your face at the thought of what leaving with Spencer would look like to the rest of the team.

Objectively, though, Spencer’s apartment was closer than yours, and you weren't sure if you could handle the lull of a drive this late at night. You justified to yourself that accepting his offer was out of a precautionary notion — but in all honesty, the seductive implications of Spencer’s plan were what really captivated you, and pulled an ‘okay’ from your lips.

You’d spent all night denying requests, and you didn’t want to forgo this one.

In the passenger seat of Spencer’s rarely-driven car, your body pulsed with fatigue at every stop. You wondered if he could sense it radiating through you or if he was just burnt out on masking his flirtation towards you all day, as you caught him glancing at your body at every red light. Each push and pull brought on by inertia briefly relieved the pain, then rushed it back in, but his gaze did give you another sense of relief.

Thankfully, the drive was short, and the walk up to Spencer’s door was aided by his hand on your lower back. With drowsiness prevalent in every step, you took a moment to check your surroundings and ask yourself if this was truly happening. The flirtation, the lingering physicality between you two, and the blushes that damned every innocent conversation you’d had together seemed to rise to the top of your brain at that moment as you recognized the reality you’d found yourself in.

Aided by his unabashed touch on your back, your awareness of reality fed your deep desire that he truly led you here for scandalous reasons, but the rational side of your brain that was just barely awake triggered anxiety to flare. Fear of unknowns, of rejection, or maybe both floated up your spine and burned in the impression of his fingers upon you.

But, then his door swung open. Almost instantly after you walked inside and he shut the door, Spencer knelt on his knees before you. The swift change in position made you stumble backward, and confusion spread across your face.

“What are you doing?” The question bubbled out of you fast, but you hadn’t meant to sound disinterested. It was alarming, for sure, to abruptly feel the heat of his body so close to your aching legs, but that didn’t mean the view wasn’t incredibly alluring.

“I’m taking care of you,” Spencer responded, his voice was quiet but poignant as if this was standard procedure.

You stood frozen as he slid the strap of your sandal down the back of your heel, and his fingers brushed against the veins of your feet.

“You took care of us all day. Now it’s your turn to relax.”

Taken aback by his sudden servitude, no verbal response came from your mouth. Instead, you melted under his fingertips as he slowly removed the other shoe, then traveled up your calves to pull down your sheer stockings. The gesture was so intimate, so quiet, so tender. Paired with the exhaustion and excitement and bewilderment, the elegance of his touch brought tears to your eyes.

Spencer stood back up slowly, his lips ghosting over your arm on his ascent. Your eyes met in the dim light of his apartment for the first time, both sets deepened with a near primal sense of surprised attraction. Your body felt as if on fire, vibrating, or possibly both with how electric your nerves were with your closeness and the threat of his impending adoration.

Just as the summer sun had earlier shone on your exposed shoulders, the richness of Spencer’s deep brown eyes was now affixed to them. His index finger wrapped around the thin strap of your sundress, pulling it over the curve of your shoulder at an agonizingly slow pace. It was so soft yet so tense — neither one of you had made a sound in what felt like minutes — a whimper threatened to fall from your lips just as Spencer’s eyes flickered back to meet yours.

“You overexerted yourself,” Spencer echoed what he’d warned you against earlier in the evening, breaking the silence. You couldn’t help but wearily smile at the re-use of his own words.

“I think I’ll accept a helper now,” You replied hushed, voice wavering so much you thought it might shatter if any more than a heavy breath was expelled from your throat. The twitch of a smile spread across Spencer’s face just as you had the thought — as if he’d read your mind.

But the silence resumed, and Spencer’s hand sent the top of your sundress cascading down your forearm. The fabric halted at your wrist, and as Spencer coaxed the other strap down the opposite side, he slowly exposed your chest to the cold air of his apartment.

After a day in the sun, his air conditioning felt arctic, and despite the heat pooling in the pit of your stomach thanks to his mannerisms, the tips of Spencer’s fingers iced over the skin of your décolletage.

Whether he noticed your shivering, or if this was all a part of his grander plan, you did not know. But just as the weight of the sundress carried itself passed your hips to pool at your ankles, Spencer clasped your hands together and led you toward his bedroom.

Again, anxiety pulled you from your lustful daze. Was this really happening? Had you been ignorant all along to Spencer’s advances, or was this just as spontaneous for him? It’s not like you didn’t want this — more so, you were just in a state of disbelief at the way the day’s events had transpired.

Disregarding the chorus of cicadas permeating his bedroom window, Spencer guided you to sit on the edge of his bed in otherwise complete silence. He knelt in front of you, mimicking your positions from the foyer. The arousal that sprung from you at his sudden movement made your cheeks blush a shade of red deeper than any summertime sunburn could create.

At the same time, you couldn’t help but become aware of the obvious disparity in modesty between the two of you now, but he caught your wrists before you could shift to cover your body.

“Are you sure this is okay?” He spoke up with a sobering tone. The wistfulness and tension were briefly broken, and you smiled at the notion that he still checked for consent despite all that you’d done so far.

“Not just okay. I want it, Spence. I want you,” Your voice, a little bolder now, seemed to boom in his most private room. Without another word, he guided your hands to the buttons on his shirt, before releasing your wrists in favor of splaying his hands across your thighs.

You inhaled sharply, shuddering at the contact. But it did make your hands move faster, pulling his buttons apart in a quite similar fashion to the eager way you’d daydreamed about doing so earlier.

Just as you’d completed the task and pulled the fabric of his shirt over his head, you felt the pads of his fingers reconnect with your legs and dig into the supple flesh of your thighs. A deep sigh left your lips almost instantly as he worked the worn muscles, firmly pressing into them. You felt the stress shift and dissipate, and your body reacted automatically to his ministrations.

It wasn’t until his massage traveled to your calves that more salacious noises fell from your lips. You knew that this kind of attention wasn’t strictly sexual, but the relief Spencer brought to you, to the tenderness in your legs and feet, demanded a vocal response.

At first, mewls and faint sighs responded to his help, but they deepened in tandem with his strength. The kneading of his fingers across the width of your legs, the pressure he placed upon your Achilles' tendons, and the force he pushed into the worn arches of your feet all played roles in the escalation of your noises into pure, wanton moans.

“You are so beautiful,” Spencer spoke into the landscape of sounds you were creating for him. “Not just like this, but all the time. The way you laugh, the work you do, in all the things you did for us tonight — you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”

His impromptu speech stunned you for a moment, and you did your best to keep your interjections to heavy sighs to truly listen to him. But his praise wasn’t something you were used to, and although you’d been complimented all night at the barbeque, something about Spencer’s tone inspired a unique bashfulness.

“Stop,” You half-heartedly chuckled, unsure of how to respond to such an admission other than to dismiss it.

“I’m serious, y/n,” He continued, unfazed. “Ever since you walked through the doors at the office I felt…saved. I’m not religious but — I mean, you’ve literally got me on my knees here.”

Your face burned with the worship, and his joke inspired a smile, but you also did your best to relax your reactions and just take his confession.

“You’re smart, you’re sweet, you’re compassionate and caring, and I just feel like you deserve the world…I don’t know if you—if you’ve ever thought of me like this, but, I really do adore you. And I want to serve you like you did me tonight.”

With his previous, dominant stance seemingly shaken, you took the opportunity to run your hands up his arms and into his hair. He closed his eyes at the feeling, leaning into the touch and basking in it. Leaning in close, your lips met in a soft, slow kiss.

As you gently pushed against one another, your more primal drives slowly regenerated, and you pulled his hair tenderly to just barely create a separation. His eyes shot open, struggling to focus on anything else but your lips. With another gentle tug, you wound him back up to the previous tension you two had.

“Show me how much you adore me,” The command rumbled in your chest before you even truly processed it.

But that was enough for Spencer. With the ending of the last syllable, his eyes fell half-lidded, and he quickly pushed your lips back together.

The steady and slow pace you’d honed since arriving at his apartment was suddenly nowhere to be found. Desperation laced your every move as you traveled up his bed; Spencer towering over you, never disconnecting in your endeavor. You felt the weight of his body settle between your legs. Not only was his skin sweltering with heat, but you could feel how achingly hard he was through his slacks.

You kissed with the desperation of a couple saying goodbye. It was as if both of you were grasping at each other, fearful of any distance that may find its way into your embrace. As your eager hands traversed down his bare chest and stomach, Spencer rushed to match your near nakedness through a rather clumsy removal of his pants.

While the sweet and savory scents of summer seemed distant now, everpresent was the smell of Spencer. Coffee and cinnamon filled your nose once again as his hair cascaded over your face, sweeping behind his trail of kisses down your chest.

He paused on the journey, motioning for you to lean upwards where his lips found yours in another fit of passionate kissing. He reached around you, unclasping your bra and gently guiding the fabric down your arms. Another shiver wracked through you as your breasts were finally exposed, but it was quickly remedied by the warmth of Spencer’s palms.

He cupped them softly at first, dragging mewls from your mouth that he used to slide his tongue between your lips. It wasn’t until he felt the shake of your muscles that he realized how uncomfortable the position must’ve been, leading him to push you back onto the mattress, palms still full of your tits.

With your mouths freshly separated, Spencer let a string of saliva fall from his mouth, coating the valley on your chest in a way that caught every moonbeam in the room. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the plush swell of your breast, setting your skin aflame. You moaned shamelessly at the delicious pressure, earning a satisfied smile from the man between your legs.

You hopelessly clawed at his shoulders in an attempt to feel the press of his whole body against you once more, but he continued his descent toward your center.

Painstakingly slow, he dragged your underwear down your legs, watching your face for any sign of disapproval. When he couldn’t find any, he discarded them before guiding your legs up off the bed and resting them over his shoulders. You watched, enraptured, as he lay prone in front of you and met your eyes one more time before pressing a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh.

Shivers rolled down your spine, and you shook in response to what would be the most innocent of touches from this point on. Spencer seemed encouraged by the heavy heave of your chest, and he taunted you with breathy sighs hitting your folds.

His breath was hot, but it still inspired your body to shake as if freezing. He studied you in an almost delirious state of bliss as he controlled you with just his breath, before slowly licking a devilish stripe up your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue like the sweetest summer dessert.

A pained moan escaped your throat, wholly miserable with how much he seemed to be holding back. You did your best to avoid clamping down on his head too harshly, but you couldn’t help the instinct you felt to pull him closer.

Then, he finally dove in. His tongue worked expertly — dragging and pressing and pulling around your bundle of nerves, and even circling your entrance. The lewd sounds coming from his mouth sparked your own in response, and soon you had your own debaucherous melody echoing in his bedroom.

He flattened his tongue, pressed it against your clit, and wrapped his arms around your thighs, giving himself leverage to apply the pressure to your most sensitive spot that he could tell you were desperate for.

You felt his tongue flip and twirl around you, drinking in your essence as if he hadn’t already gorged himself on a feast of yours tonight. Dipping a little lower, his muscle plunged inside of you, inspiring an entirely different kind of pressure that tightened your core and commanded your body off the bed.

Moving his tongue back up to your clit, he lapped at it as he began edging a finger into you, causing you to grip his duvet in a misguided attempt to relieve the incredible tension building in your stomach.

“S-spencer,” You choked out, doing your best to keep your eyes open as the sight in front of you was one of angelic beauty — Spencer’s hair was completely disheveled, and although the room was only lit by moonlight, you could see the wild gaze his eyes held as he worked so hard to please you. You let out a feather-light moan.

But all you got in response was his dark eyes, filled with a fervor that you’d never seen from Spencer before. You laced your fingers in his hair just as he pushed his finger inside you, eliciting a new, loud groan from your chest.

Latching onto your nub, Spencer rolled his tongue over it with gentle suction in tandem with fast, shallow thrusts of his finger. He moaned against you, sending ripples of stimulation through your body, radiating from his mouth. He watched you the entire time, eyes trained on your face as it scrunched up in pleasure.

He feasted on you, and for the second time tonight, you relished in the fact that you had nourished Spencer so graciously.

With a tug of his hair, you finally felt the tension in your stomach snap. A string of moans bounced off the walls of his bedroom, but Spencer didn’t give in to distraction. He pulled off of you only slightly with a deep inhale but kept his finger moving to fuck you through your orgasm.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” He cooed, bringing his other hand up to splay against your stomach, feeling the muscles spasming beneath his palm in time with the waves of pleasure washing over you.

He slowed his finger as your pleasure faded; the tension leaving your abdomen and a look of bliss covering your face, signaling your comedown. He withdrew his finger slowly before resuming his towering position over you, peppering your cheeks and neck with kisses.

Once some sense had returned to your endorphin-flooded brain, your hands roamed over the span of Spencer’s back. You resumed the choreography that neither of you had practiced, even though it felt so natural to you. Your lips found his once more, and eagerness leaked from his saliva as it mixed with the taste of you on his tongue. A low, rumbling moan echoed into your mouth as he gripped your waist and the nape of your neck roughly.

Your hearts were back up to racing, and you tugged at the tight waistband of Spencer’s boxers.

“Please,” Spencer spoke into your mouth, barely disconnecting your lips as he begged. “Please, let me fuck you.”

If the praise wasn’t enough to win you over, the absolutely distraught look on his face would’ve done the job. One part of you couldn’t believe that Spencer could be so commanding and servile at the same time, while another part of you knew this must be the purest form of Spencer that anyone had ever seen before. Apart from his previous partners, you felt as if you were the only observer of him in such a state of subservience. He felt totally and uniquely seen by you, and that’s all he ever wanted.

You nodded and mewled at his request, harshly removing his last remaining barrier before wrapping your legs around his waist. Your movements brought his dick closer to your heat, and you couldn’t hold back the tremors that overwhelmed your senses at the sensation. Kissing you once more, Spencer aligned himself at your entrance, mimicking the shivering of your body on such a hot summer night.

He pushed into you at a listless pace, wanting to give you all the time and space to get comfortable around him despite the instincts that begged him to act faster. His finger had done little to prepare you for his true size, and although you gasped sharply at the intrusion, your body was quick to relax and pull him further inside you.

You shared moans and whimpers on the slow endeavor, kissing each other wherever available — cheek, arm, neck, chest — until he was fully flush with your body.

“Thank you,” Spencer breathed out, so softly that you almost missed it. “Thank you, thank you,” He kept worshiping as you felt his hips stutter and his cock twitch inside you. The size of him, his breath on your neck, and the everpresent smell of sex all tethered together in your mind at once, sparking an almost insatiable desire to demand that he move. You knew the worship was all a part of his plan to repay you for the barbeque, but you echoed the sentiment back nonetheless in favor of a less sweet command.

But Spencer was no stranger to that desire. With gratitude filling the room, he couldn’t hold back any longer, and he began rocking into you just enough to pull moans from your lips. He caged his arms around your head, wrapping one palm around the back of your neck to hold you in place, while the other found itself upon your cheek once again. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, watching as you moved against and around him with a delicious tightness.

He quickened his pace and relished in the way the pleasure presented upon your face. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth hung open in a string of moans. He mirrored your expressions, his bottom lip jutted out from his face, brushing yours with each harsh thrust forward. The pressure of him inside you was already swelling the knot in your stomach, and the stimulation melted all fatigue from the day away from your muscles.

Clawing at his back and arms, you opened your eyes to find him once more. The hand on your neck kept your gaze steady despite his rough movements that threatened your composure. There was a charm, a tenderness that you’d felt lingering between you two all night—hell, ever since your first day. From the moment you introduced yourself in the dawn of summer, to the moment he dropped to his knees and begged for you, an intensity magnetized the two of you together.

Before you could get too lost in the beautiful thoughts of your attraction, Spencer adjusted the angle of your hips, reaching even deeper into you. You couldn’t hold back the scream that left your body, and you felt yourself tighten around him as he drove into you at an incredible rate.

Spencer was already close — you could tell by the way whimpers fell over your neck with his every thrust, and he blinked rapidly as if it would stave off his impending release. He called your name as a warning, implicitly asking for your guidance.

Now, it was your turn to beg.

“Please,” You pled, eyes half-lidded yet glued to Spencers. “Please, come inside me.”

He could barely hold back after your words, his hips even faltering for a moment. But he kept his pace, and you wrapped your arms around him tightly as your release teetered on the edge of his relentless pace.

“Fuck,” You felt Spencer groan into your hair as his hips slammed flush with yours. Warmth flooded inside you, and the sensation triggered your release soon after. Both of you clung to each other, panting and brainless with bliss, as Spencer slowly continued to fuck you through your climaxes.

As the tension and heat dissipated over your body, you and Spencer reluctantly pulled away from each other. It was the first time since you’d arrived at his apartment that either one of you had given into distance. He was gentle with the motions, watching the way your body shook with each rogue wave of pleasure as he pulled out of you.

When he was fully removed, though, you found yourself alone, laid out across his bed. As the heaving in your chest subsided, Spencer returned with a towel, cleaning you up with the utmost tenderness.

“Here, I can help,” You peeled your upper body from his duvet despite all the resistance in your overexerted muscles, reaching for the cloth only for Spencer to catch your hand before you could make it.

“I’m still serving you, okay? Lay down,” He chuckled at your attempt, finishing up with the towel and discarding it back in his bathroom. When he returned, he continued to refuse your help, pulling the duvet out from under you to tuck you in.

He joined you on the other side of the bed, brushing hair from your face as he settled under the comforter too. You laid facing each other, eyes grazing over each other's bodies in a much more romantic sense than you two had a few moments prior.

“Why did you do all that?” You posed the question quietly, watching his face intently for a reaction. Although anxiety may not be the best word for it, you did feel a bit unsure about what this night meant for your relationship. Was this a summer fling, a coworker crush, or something more real? Something that would permeate the seasons or something that you’d recall late at night in future solitude?

“Well, for one, because I like you,” Spencer said, laughing slightly through the ends of a few words. “But also because of all you did for us tonight. You worked so hard and you deserved to be spoiled too.”

The praise again brought a flush to your cheeks, and you looked away as you tried not to discount the way Spencer was feeling. Even if you were unsure of your deserving of praise, you had to admit it felt nice to be adored by Spencer, and it felt good to know that this meant more to him than something casual.

Despite the summer heat, you found yourself fully engulfed in his embrace. The cicadas’ chorus began to lull sleep into your heavy eyes, even though you weren’t quite ready to let go and close your eyes, which would mean missing out on Spencer’s reverent gaze.

“I like you too,” You finally spoke up, finding his hand in the darkness of his bedroom, and lacing your fingers together. “Thank you for spoiling me.”

“Hey—no more ‘thank yous.’ You deserved it,” Spencer replied, placing a kiss on your knuckles before shuffling further into the bed. You turned over, relaxing into Spencer’s warm body as his arm wound around your stomach, still holding your hand.

Summer heat can be more comforting than once thought, after all.

♡ ♡ ♡

thank you for reading! 💗

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds smut #fem!reader #bau team

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ovaryacted · 5 months

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This is a random thought but just imagine inviting Leon over for Thanksgiving for the first time.

It would be so endearing, so sweet because he doesn’t really have any family left or someone remotely close to him. Maybe the Redfields would invite him so they could spend time with him but I think it would be so cute to see this white man coming into another household especially if it’s a household of color or of another ethnicity.

That poor boy would come into unfamiliar territory, not knowing how to interact outside of saying hi and hello and he would be awkward and nervous and you have to hold his hand to make sure his anxiety doesn’t spike. But when he makes a relative laugh, he thinks it’s okay and starts chatting it up some more. Shares a drink or two, and it’s really all smiles from there as the family members give off the vibe of “YOU AIGHT WHITE BOY!” and Leon thinks he’s won the jackpot.

Then it’s time for actual dinner, and after saying grace and the thanksgiving prayer, Leon goes to TOWN. He fills his plate up with everything he sees, not knowing what some things are but he just gets it anyway. You’re in front of him guiding him around the food selections, and he’s asking you along the way “What’s that? What’s this?”, while putting some on his plate anyway. Collard greens, candied yams, mac n cheese, ham, turkey, pork, cornbread, macaroni salad, mashed potatoes, dressing, lasagna, peach cobbler, banana pudding, apple pie, literally EVERYTHING. He’ll have the sweets on one plate so it doesn’t mix with the rest of his food.

And when he finally sits to eat, he eats it all in silence. Literally just munching away and basically inhaling his damn food. He’s hunching over his plate and not lifting his eyes up for a second, and if you look at him closely he’s just shaking his head in awe from how good the food is, feels like he could cry. He’s a foodie at heart and finds comfort in it, and knowing he’s getting home cooked food made with so much love would probably make him emotional because that to him is a privilege he never got to experience until he met you. You’re just watching him eat for a good minute, how he basically licks his plate clean, and when he really is finally done he asks if he could get a second plate. That grants him a kiss from granny and appreciation from some of the other relatives who cooked the meal, as if they were giving him a blessing.

Best believe, Leon would make sure to get multiple to-go plates, probably even a tray of stuff he’ll make sure to eat tomorrow. He’s satisfied, happy, and he’d be sitting on the couch next to you fighting the itis BAD because he’s ready to just fall asleep after eating so much. And he looks at you with so much adoration and love in his eyes, he doesn’t need to vocalize how thankful he is to have you in his life, you can see it all in his face. You just give him a soft kiss on his cheek and tell him those three words he loves to hear from you so much.

#ovaryacted thoughts #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy drabble #somebody please just get this man some good food #I know he deserves it #he’s a big boy who’s gotta eat #HE NEEDS TO EAT GOOD PLEASE SOMEBODY DO IT #RE2 leon would genuinely have a blast I think #YOU AIGHT WHITE BOY!

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abibliophobiaa · 6 months

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Idea for ya: Reader and Eddie are in a competition to see if Elena's first word will be "mama" or "dada," with no success thus far. Uncle Steve comes over and picks her up, only to be greeted with an ecstatic: "TEEB!"

Elena's first word is Steve.

xoxo @munson-blurbs

a blurb from the daylight world.

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader.

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It started around the time Elena began trying to form words. Granted, they were never full ones. Just the rounding of vowels, the formation of letters, all of which she seemed entirely enthused with.

And because of it, Eddie had started a sort of competition. Your ever competitive (now) husband thought you’d make a game of what Elena’s first would be. Which led to countless dinners spent with her little feet kicking in her high chair as you both took turns cooing, “Say Mama” and “Say Dada,” in voices that seemed out of place on your thoroughly tattooed rockstar.

But for her — for her he was always unabashed, ever doting, in love beyond words would ever come close to explaining. Those first months of tour, when you’d been unable to join him, he made true to his promise to call nearly every day. Trying his hardest to never go a night without telling you he loved you, nor a day without talking to his baby girl before she laid her head down to rest at night.

Tonight, however, happened to be one of those nights. Chrissy and Steve would be arriving soon, their newest baby girl, Brie, and Melody along with them. And given that your table would be expanded to fit from seating three to seven in mere moments, Eddie worked overtime.

He presently had his fingers curled around a waving fist, his lips smacking loudly into his giggly baby’s cheek as he repeated, “Dada” over and over again into a wrinkly neck. Repetition was his game, but you were relentless too. Distracted her with her dinner, which earned a pouted argument from Eddie, as you then reminded her “Mama” was the one who fed her from quite literally your own body for the first months of her short life, and still continued to do so now even as she’d moved onto more solid foods. And if you’d thrown strawberries onto her plate in a form of bribery she wouldn’t even understand, which you knew were her favorite, then so be it.

“She was close to saying it,” Eddie argued, watching Elena struggle a bit to force a piece of macaroni into her mouth, orange already mushing against her cheek.

“Technically the doctor says she’ll talk when she talks,” you told him, moving over to the kitchen to throw some final ingredients into the salad bowl you'd started. “And then she won’t stop after that. But I know how much it means to you, what with you being away so much.”

“I just don’t want to miss anything,” he exhaled, fingers running through his curly mane, “She'll be walking soon too.”

“I know, baby.” He leaned into your hip as you slid up to his side, fingers rubbing against his shoulder. “I know it weighs on you, but everyone always says how happy of a baby Elena is. A lot of that is thanks to her dad, you know?”

The edges of his smile spread across the palm that came up to stroke along his cheek, his fingers reaching up to tangle with your free hand. “I love you, Mrs. Munson.”

“Still with the Mrs. Munson, huh?” you teased, dropping a kiss to the top of his head, slinking back to the countertop.

“Until I get over the shock of calling you my wife, yeah,” he said, a pair of arms looping around your waist from behind, your body shuddering as lips pressed to the curve of your neck. “Which, by my estimation, will be till death do us part, and all of that romantic hub-bub.”

“You are a flirt, Eddie Munson.”

“I do what I can,” he chuckled, dropping another kiss to your temple, fingers edging along the hem of your jeans to dance along delicate skin, just as the doorbell rang out. “I got it.”

Said husband disappeared down the hall in a flash, voices filtering through the front door as you lifted Elena from her high chair, using her bib to wipe her dinner from her messy cheeks. The baby on your hip immediately bounced in attention as Chrissy called her name into the living room, Brie’s carrier clutched in one hand, with Melody rushing in ahead.

And then, the room fell into silence as Elena shrieked out, “TEEB.”

Oh no.

Your eyes darted to Eddie.

Then to Chrissy.

Lastly, to Steve, who only chuckled awkwardly, a hand curled around the back of his neck.

Eddie’s face reddened. “Oh, you’ve got to be f —”

Steve clapped a hand over Eddie’s mouth.

——

“Can’t believe Steve was her first word,” Eddie grumbled, head resting against your stomach, fingers curled around your hip.

“Technically it was ‘Teeb,’” you teased, laughter making Eddie’s head shake.

“Not helping.”

“How do you think I feel? I grew her in my body and pushed her out of it a few months later. I have the stretch marks to prove it.”

“Maybe we can start charging her rent,” Eddie murmured, squeezing your hip tighter. “Start charging her now, so when she’s older she can’t leave the house until she pays it off.”

“Ed.”

“Fine, fine,” he groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “I hope Harrington realizes I’m going to make sure Brie’s first word is Eddie. Only fair.”

Your reply was another laugh.

True to his word, that next weekend when you gathered around Steve’s living room, Eddie perched in front of baby Brie, repeating Eddie over and over again (careless to the fact she was quite literally a few weeks old).

“What is he doing?” Steve asked, appearing at your side in the kitchen, peering out at the sight together.

“He’s playing the long game of revenge,” you giggled, nose wrinkling humorously as Steve tipped his head to the side.

“I see,” Steve said in understanding, snorting.

Elena didn’t learn any new words that week. Nor the next. Nor the one after it. But a month after the now dubbed ‘TEEB Travesty,’ Elena was settled on her bottom in the living room, crashing blocks together where they lay scattered around her on the floor. You sat behind her, her form tucked between the curve of your thighs, leaning in to receive a kiss when Eddie appeared.

“Dada!” Elena wailed, chuckling her block to the floor, arms elevated in front of her on the floor where she immediately began to whimper and whine for his attention.

And Eddie beamed — brighter than you’d ever seen before as he leaned down to grab her, and told his favorite girl he loved her more than anything else in this world.

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#lunaloveseddie #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

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beskarinhyperspace · 6 months

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The Intern

It's Halloween night and you work on set with Hayden Christensen.

Who wants to party with Anakin?

Hayden/ Anakin x Gn Reader

AO3 | MASTERLIST

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Warnings; shy hayden, soft dom, n3pple play, or4l- hayden.receiving, praise, soft degradation

Happy Halloween!

WC; 3k

You only been working here for 3 months. Getting everyone their coffees and scripts. Making sure that everything goes as smoothly as possible for the cast members and directors. But this internship was getting on your last nerve. How can anyone survive these boring and unchallenging tasks. This is truly unfulfilling you tell yourself as you eat your lunch alone in the cafeteria. You only took the job because you needed to be more “involved on set and understand the flow” as your professor puts it.

As you play with your macaroni salad with a plastic spoon, you hear someone entering the room. By instinct, you bring your eyes up to meet a handsome man.

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to disturb..” cutting himself mid-sentence.

“Oh no, no worries, you're not.” You reply mindlessly not fully realizing that it's Hayden Christensen who just entered the break room. You wouldn't say that you're easily starstruck, but you must admit, he looks better in person.

He smiles timidly, going towards the coffee machine. “Got to have my caffeine. I- woke up early.” saying nervously.

Watching him try to make small talk is utterly painful. He doesn't need to talk to you. So why is he acting so weird?

“Busy?” You asks, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah, I mean, I was in Seattle yesterday. Matter of fact I just landed here not even two hours ago.” Saying as he clicks a plastic lid on his coffee cup. “What's your name? Wait don't tell me. This way I know I'll see you again.” He smiles to you before looking at his watch. “I'm really sorry, I have to go. See you around I guess..”

“Bye” you finally speak out, but he was already out the door. What the fuck just happened?

For the rest of the day, you couldn't stop thinking about the most pathetic celebrity encounter you have ever had in your life, yet. I mean he's a big celebrity and he's busy. He said so himself. It's not like you're going to see him again, right?

“Hey newbie, the director wants a round of coffee. He's also asking if you contacted the new hairstylist to see if they can come tomorrow instead of Wednesday?”

“I did, she said yes, and I'll go get them shortly.” You reply nonchalantly. The other assistant simply smiles at you before walking away. Ugh, can this day be any worse? This is the 5th coffee run today and you only have an hour left to your shift. Without wasting any time, you go straight to your car. Not wanting to stay overtime again. Especially not today. Once behind the wheel, you sigh as you decide to have a look at your face. Jeez, I really look tired. I can't believe I just met him looking like this. What am I saying? It's not like I have a chance anyway..

With 10 min left to your shift, you only have a couple coffees left to deliver. Opening the director's office door. You quickly recognize Hayden’s side profile.

What is he still doing here? Never mind, just stay professional.

“I'm here Jay, bringing the hot!” You say with a bright smile.

You hear a clear sigh coming from Hayden’s direction as you put the coffees on the meeting's table. As you try to look discreetly in his direction, you're met with his intense gaze. Why is he looking at me like that? He wasn't like that earlier.. Did I do something wrong?

“Thank you, I really needed that. Hey, listen kid, would you mind staying later tonight?” Jay asks casually while scribbling in his notebook.

“I–“ tonight is Halloween night and some of your friends invited you to join them at a party. Usually, you would've said no but this job had been so draining lately. You just want a little break.

He stops writing to look at you properly, “I know you've been staying late a lot but that's only because I trust you kid. You're doing an incredible job here..”

“I'm okay with it, I mean that's the least I can do before I leave.” You say calmly trying to not let your annoyance show through.

He gives you a weak smile before returning to his scribbles. “Anita was looking for you earlier, I think she's in costume right now.”

“I'll go check, anything else?”

“I think you'll be pretty busy with her tonight, I'll let you work with her. If anything, I'll fetch you.”

You nod before turning around. Fighting back the urge to look at Hayden again before leaving. Stay professional, this will never happen. We don't want him to think you're just another stupid fan. Just stay cool..”

You sigh walking towards Anita’s workshop. As you walk the corridors, you feel a strong hand gripping your arm. You turn to a taller men with frowning brows.

“Hey, um, I'm sorry. It's just I've been yelling and–“ You look to Hayden puzzled. “I guess what I'm trying to say is, um, ask, would you go out after with me?”

You look at him like you have a million questions inside your head. While he looks at you anxiously waiting. “I work late tonight.”

He nervously passes a hand in his hair, “right, yes, that's true. Shit, I'm sorry I shouldn't have bothered you. Have a great night..” he says looking at the floor, slowly walking away.

What the actual fuck? Ugh, I'm going to regret this.. “I'm off at 11.” Raising your voice to make sure he hears you.

He smiles as he faces you. “What's fun to do around here at 11?”

His smile is truly contagious, making you blush automatically, “I was invited for a Halloween party-”

“Cool, I'll come back to pick you up 11:30” walking away once again before you could place another word.

Oh jeez, what did I get myself into..

You were doing some final make up touches before heading out the door. This year's last-minute costume is a vampire. As you're drawing some electric reddish veins underneath your eyes you can't stop thinking about the fact that you're going to a party with fucking Hayden Christensen. How did this happen? How are you going to explain this to your friends? This is going to be a big problem. You try to calm yourself down. Telling yourself that this is just a friendship situation. Omg is he a womanizer? No, that can't be it. He looked way too nervous to be one, right?

It's 11:35 and you're patiently waiting outside when a car enters the driveway. Seeing it's him, you walk towards the car, opening the door. As you're putting your seatbelt on, you can feel the heavy energy in the air as if you were being observe.

“Wow” you hear him say softly in a low voice. “You really look good.” Shyly, you bring your eyes up to be met by his, looking at you shamelessly. He clears his throat quickly as he realize his behaviour, “where to?” he finally asks.

“Omg”— “What??”

“You can't wear that.” You say almost horrified.

He laughs knowing exactly what you’re referring to. “It’s not that bad”

“This, this is your Anakin costume..” you state gesturing his outfit.

“Don't worry about it.”

“Do you seriously believe that this is discrete? Everyone will know it's you. You have a pretty memorable face you know.”

He laughs even more, “So I've been told. Stop, I told you, don't worry. Just tell me where it is.”

“I don't know if I should, maybe you're a kidnapper.” you say nonchalantly.

He tries not to laugh as he bites his lower lips. “Then we can stay here.”

“We?”

“Yeah, I mean don't get me wrong I like a party as much as the next person but, I want to know you. I don't mind where we are as long as I can talk to you.”

You can't control your smile as you feel warmth in your stomach. Suddenly the self-doubts and questioning just fades away. This is a date.. omg, you're on a date with him.. you clear your throat, “I’d like to go, I really need this.”

“Stressed?” Asking as he punches the address in the map app and starts to drive.

“You could say that.”

“Yeah, I'm familiar with the feeling. The ‘set’ life isn't always glamorous.”

“You're an actor, it's different, you're the star.”

He bites his bottom lip before replying, “well, the pressure is like no other. There are so many fans, so many critics. You need to have a thick skin. Plus you have to put yourself in so many weird situations. Trust me, it's stressful.”

“Yeah, I guess you're right, I never saw it like that.” You replied as he smiles softly. You notice that you've been quite comfortable in his presence compared to earlier this morning. He looks so self-assured and in control of himself you tell yourself. How can he be so grounded?

During the ride you finally get to relax and enjoy your small talks. That was until you finally arrive at the party. Now all you can think about is the fact that your plus one is Hayden. As you both walk towards the house door, you can already hear the music blasting from outside.

“Heyyy!!”—“You came!” You hear your friends calling.

“Yeah, I actually just finished work–“

“–OMG are you the real Anakin? Like the actor?”— “I think his name is Hayden.”— “that's not him, that can't be him.”

“Yeah, well, I always been told we looked alike, so I went with an Anakin costume this year.” Hayden responds smiling casually to the others.

“You don't say” —”well it’s uncanny, you really do look like him.” One girl lets out.

You roll your eyes, “stop bothering my friend. Anyways, we're gonna have a look around, we'll be right back” stating as you both walk away. “I told you that dressing as Anakin was a bad idea..” you say leaning towards him.

He turns his head slightly to you as he tries to hear you better over the loud music, “Then let's get out of here. You know, to a place we can actually hear each other?”

“Yeah, let's get out.” You reply and he doesn't waste a second. Guiding you back to the car. “Where now?” You ask as you put on your seatbelt back on.

“I know a place near.”

As you watch the car lights passing over him. You can't help but smile, he is so handsome, so hot.. Especially in his battle attire. “You do that often?”

“What do I do often?” Glancing quickly in your direction.

“Kidnapping interns on set.”

He automatically let out some low giggles. “Ahh, huh, um no..” he answered shyly. “I don't..” Before you could place a word, he enters a hidden dirt road.

“Oh, so you did plan to murder me.”

He gives you a smirk, “Nah, you're way too pretty for me to kill..”

After a moment you stop in front of a wooden bridge. “What is this place?”

“Patience” he simply respond as he stops the car. “Come”

You follow him without hesitation, crossing the bridge before going deeper into the woods. “Is it safe?” You asks voice worried.

He takes your hand as he leads, “I used to come here all the time when I was a teenager.”

“You grew up here?”

He chuckles, “No, my aunt lived nearby. I used to visit every summer for a month with my mother.”

After a few minutes of walking off road you finally arrived at a secluded part of a lake. “Woah, it's so pretty.. I lived here all my life, and I never knew this place existed.” You were truly amazed by the view. The moon was almost full. Shining it's light on the lake like diamonds on calm waters. Making everything a little more visible in this otherwise very dark night.

“I can't believe it, it's still there-” you hear him say from afar. You glanced at him, watching him drag a tree trunk towards you. “-Look” he says pointing to a part of the trunk.

·The true Skywalker was here·

You smile as you read it, “You wrote that? How fitting, you're even dress for the occasion.” You state gesturing to his costume.

“Ha, yeah, I haven't come here in ages. Last time I came to visit, I made a little stop here. I had just received the call to play Anakin and I knew the role would change my life. I know it sounds stupid but, I wanted something to remember the old me by.” He responds as he looks at you nervously. “You're really beautiful tonight.” saying low, almost a whisper. Coming to close the gap between you.

“Thank you, and no, it’s not stupid. I actually think it’s pretty cool..” You don't know if it's the proximity, his firm yet soft voice or the fact that you would literally do anything he'd ask you to, but you can already feel the pulsing need in between your legs. Is he really going to kiss me? You wondered.

As if he could hear your mind, he presses his pillowy lips softly against yours. Humming as he does. “Since I saw you this morning this is all I can think about.”

“What?” You ask confused.

“I couldn't look away; you were constantly on my mind. I had to know you more.” He says passing his hands on your chest over the clothes. “Is this, okay? C-can I know more of you?”

You swallow, “yes of course, I'd love to.” trying not to sound too desperate.

He smirks and omg, his smile mixed with desire is to die for. He goes back to your mouth with his lips slightly parted. Pushing his tongue gently inside. Jeez even his spit is sweet. Meanwhile, his hands were going underneath your shirt, moving upwards. He growls low when reaching your nipples. Brushing them lightly with his cold fingertips before he starts to flicker them.

You try to stay grounded but it's becoming really difficult. His eyes were burning with desire as he watch you melt under his touch. “Wow, we just started and you're already so needy.”

“I'm sorry” you say slightly embarrassed.

“Don't be, I love it.” He purrs, moving slightly lower as he brings your shirt up, exposing your entire chest to him. “Mm, would you look at that. They're already hard and ready for me.” Stating as he brings his wet lips around your hardened nipple. Giving it some gentle sucks as his thumb flickers and rolls the other one.

Oh god, this feels amazing.

He hums deep, switching between them as his mouth licks and bites them gently. You're pretty sure that if he doesn't stop you might just cum like this. “Fuck, you're so hot. I bet you also feel so good and soft elsewhere” You nod while moaning as you feel the need growing inside you belly. “Can I feel you?”

“Yes, please, anything.”

He smiles kissing your lips, nibbling at your bottom one. He starts to undo his belt and you automatically drop to your knees. “Hey, that's not– “

“I want to.” you say smiling against his bulge. You start to unzip his pants letting his harden cock spring free. Geez even his penis is gorgeous. Long and thick with a little bead of precum already leaking from the tip. You can clearly see the veins pumping as it twitches with anticipation.

“Are you still sure?” He asks laughing discretely. Aware of your startled eyes.

You don't bother to answer as you start to shyly lick the tip of it. You hear him chuckle softly as he closes his eyes to the pleasure. Which only drives you with more heat as you start to stretch your mouth around him. “Ugh, this feels soo good sweetheart. You're doing such a great job” his words are only encouraging you to finally take it full. Sucking him like you never sucked before. Gaging slightly when you made it hit the back of your throat, but it didn't matter. Because his moans and panting were the best reward you ever had. His head falls back as his pleasure grow.

Becoming desperate, you needed some relief. Bringing your hand down, you begin to play with yourself while still moaning around his cock.

He quickly notices it as he passes his hand in your hair. Petting your head before grabbing a fist full of it. “Argh fuck yes, you're so fucking good baby. So, fucking good with this mouth, omg. Such a pretty mouth on such a pretty babe.”

The praises are just too much. You can feel him fighting the urge to thrust into your mouth. Making touch yourself with desperation as he almost chokes up. “Wait, are you going to cum like this?” You nod as you continue to pump him inside your mouth. Feeling your sweet release near. “Oh, fuck..” he says surprised, “I didn't know you were so needy.” as he's softly pinching one of your nipples.

And that does it. You finally feel the waves of pleasure as your eyes closes slightly. Having your mouth fully open during your peak, making his cock loosely slides freely on your tongue. “Shit, you're so hot when you come like that. Please, can I come on your chest?”

You simply smile as you present your bare chest to him. Playing with your nipples, rolling them in between your fingers. You watch him stroke himself as he grunts low. Panting as he brings himself closer to the edge. “Agh, you're so god damn pretty..” He finally cums, letting his juices drip freely drip on your nipples.

“Fuck, you're so perfect sweetheart..”

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alien-magnolia · 7 months

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Cozy Nights

Request: yes | no

A/n: this turned out to be sfw and very cute. Thanks to @loving-and-dreaming for requesting this!

Fic description: Hyperfem, little! reader x soft top Steve Harrington. Hyperfeminine reader hides the fact that she is a little from her long term boyfriend, Steve <3 he helps her feel secure about this part of herself, and they have some soft and sweet moments together <3

The rain and snow battered the shingled roof. The pool sat frozen, watched by the surrounding dark forest, in Steve Harrington’s backyard. Inside, a soft melody of George Michael played, while Steve Harrington stood by the stove, making dinner. His doe-like brown eyes concentrated so nicely on the pot of Macaroni that he was making. Hand on his hip, and an apron on, Steve did not realize that the January storm outside had gotten stronger.

His girl did, though.

She was cuddled up on the couch, with a stuffed animal (that she hid from her Stevie) and her pink blanket. She saw that her boyfriend was in the kitchen, and so she clutched onto her stuffie for dear life, whimpering as she was getting more and more scared of the storm.

“Sweetie. Come, I made us dinner!!, her Stevie shouts out from the kitchen. She reassured herself that she can do this. She has to act big. She can NOT let him know about this. She slowly walked over to the kitchen, not realizing that her bunny was still with her. A crash and slam from the thunder outside, and she let out a whimper. Her face turned red as she saw her Stevie’s eyes on her.

“Everything okay, baby? You look a little scared,” he softly says, as he comes over to her, a hairy hand on her back, peppering her cheek with a few kisses. His knowing eyes continue to watch her as she makes excuses — completely forgetting about the stuffie in her hand. Steve plays along.

“Alright, well — come. I made us dinner,” he motions to a chair next to him. She agrees, and sits down. They eat in silence as his girl’s eyes keep darting back and forth, letting out a small squeal when the thunder strikes again. Steve puts his hand on her thighs, rubbing them a little as in a hope to calm her down.

The two have just finished their macaroni and salad. The storm outside became worse, battering the glass windows, it seemed as if it was trying to break them. The thunder became closer. It was around a mile away from the house. The both of them jump as the thunder sounds out its’ horrendous wail again.

She started to cry. She ducked her head under the table as if to hide this from him. He can NOT know.

“My love.” He comes over to her, a caring hand on her back. What’s down there, huh? Honey, it’s okay. I know you’re scared.”

She looks up at him with her tear stained face, clutching her stuffie. “Stevie.,” she mutters out in between sobs. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Steve listens intently. He had a feeling he knew where this was going. “You see, I could be really feminine sometimes. Sometimes, I also regress. Into a little…little space,” she barely gets these words out to him, crying intensely because of the storm. “It’s so embarrassing, I know,” she cries out, crying even harder. What will her boyfriend think of this?

“Hey. Hey, look at me, sweetie. This is not embarrassing. It’s you. It’s a part of you, and that’s okay. I am willing to accept that part. I had a feeling you were like this. It’s okay with me though,” Steve replies back, now on his knees to be on her level, large hand rubbing her back. “It is,?,” she mutters out.

Steve smiles warmly. “Yes. I’m more than happy to be your boyfriend and caretaker,” he replies, while kissing her on the cheek. She stands up.

“Can I call you…daddy? When I’m in this space?,” she shyly asks, looking at the floor. “Of course, sweetheart. Now come. Daddy’s gonna help you get through this storm,” he reassures her, while picking her up, bridal style, and carrying her to the couch.

Another loud crash of thunder. She cowers under the blanket. Steve’s big arm is close, around her shoulders. “I’m scared, daddy. Don’t like it,” she murmurs. He gives her a few kisses, caressing her cheek. “Hey. Daddy won’t let anything happen to his little girl. How about some warm milk and a cartoon, huh, sweetheart?,” he gently coos at her.

She nods and giggles, looking into those big brown eyes of her caregiver, her boyfriend, her Stevie. He kept her safe. Safe in his arms, from the storm, from the world. She drifted asleep in his arms, as the soft glow of carebears on the boxed tv drowning out the world.

#liz’s masterlist #liz writes 🖤#stranger things smut #steve harrington fluff #dom steve harrington #steve harrington x little!reader #steve x female reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x fem!reader

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don't wanna miss a thing

》 chapter 2

Negan Smith x Female Reader

Non-apocalyptic AU // The Walking Dead AU

Other Characters: Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, and Carl Grimes

Summary: You attend Carl's birthday party at the Grimes house. Catching up with your friends and having some fun in the pool. Only for it to turn out unexpectedly for you.

Warnings- mature language, alcohol consumption, age gap(reader's in her early 20s), slow burn, angst, ages 18+

Other chapters & info -> RIGHT HERE

💕divider by @saradika-graphics

It's the day of the party and you couldn't be more excited. You get to spend time with good friends. To relax and have a good time like you used to. You're also very much looking forward to seeing Negan again, that's for sure.

You'd spent a lot of time thinking these last few days about Negan. Wondering whether you should make an advance on him or not. And if you do, how should you go about it? With subtle hints, nothing too strong but enough to where he would understand? Or do you come clean and tell him exactly how you feel?

After carefully reviewing your options, you figured the first option is the best way to go. You don't want open yourself up completely only to get roughly turned down. Not only that, but you'd risk ruining your friendship with Negan and you really didn't want that. So you'll go about it subtly. Even if you get the hint that Negan isn't interested in you, you'd back off and be happy that you tried. If it works out, great. If it doesn't, well that sucks.. but you'd still be alright. You just want to know if there's a chance for you and Negan to be something more. More than neighbors, than friends. Would it devastate you if he isn't interested in you? Sure, there's always the possibility. But you'll never know if you don't try.

Those thoughts bounce around in your mind as you begin heading over to the Grimes residence.

Your aunt Rena accompanies you there. Dressed in her work clothes, as she is going over to say hi and drop off the gift she got for Carl before leaving for work. Your hands are full- you're carrying your bag, your gift for the kid, and a large container of macaroni salad. Rena's famous macaroni salad, that is. Since it's always been a hit at gatherings. You'd helped her prepare it earlier this morning.

Rena rings the doorbell and Lori answers shortly after.

"Hello ladies." She greets you both with a warm smile. "Come on in. Please tell me that is your salad."

Your aunt proudly taps the container, "it is."

"Yum!" Lori sighs excitedly before shutting the door. "You can come on back, everyone is outside."

You follow her out to the backyard. Upon stepping outside, you notice there's quite a bit of people here. Not too many though, it's more like a small gathering. There are neighbors that you recognize and a few people that you haven't met before. It looks like all the kids are playing in the pool. While most of the adults are sitting around conversing, some with a beer in their hands. No sight of Negan yet, though. You set down the food and gift at their respective places then go about greeting everyone.

Rick is standing by the grill whipping up a new batch of burgers. You and your aunt go over to him. Saying 'hi' to those along the way.

"Y/n, Rena!" He acknowledges you both as he looks up from the grill. The apron he's wearing says 'Best Flipping Dad Ever' which you find amusing. "Glad you two could make it."

"Actually, I have to go into work but y/n is staying." Aunt Rena informs him. "I wanted to stop by to say hello and drop off Carl's birthday present."

"Appreciate it. Thank you for that." Rick offers his gratitude.

With that, your aunt waves bye to everyone and Lori sees her out.

"Go on and make yourself at home." Rick tells you, gesturing around the yard with his spatula. Reminding you that his house is your house. "There's food on that table and cold drinks in those coolers. Burgers will be done soon if you want one."

"Cool, I'll be sure to get something. Thanks Rick." You reply before walking away to find a seat. Spotting some chairs over by the pool, you head in that direction.

Carl, who is playing with his friends in the pool, happens to see you passing by and scrambles to get out. Once you find a spot to set your bag, you turn around to find him calling your name and coming towards you.

"Ah, there's the birthday boy!" You chant gleefully. When he hugs you it dampens your clothes however you don't mind it. You tousle his hair, "happy birthday, kid. Told you I was coming."

Fixing the hair from his face, he looks up at you. "I knew you would. Do you wanna come play with us? We're playing tag."

"Hm, well I just got here and I would like to grab something to eat first. How about I play with you guys a little later?" You suggest and he nods politely in response. Giving you an 'okay' before hurrying back to rejoin his friends. He was so incredibly energetic you couldn't help but chuckle, wondering if you were ever like that as a kid.

Taking a seat in the chair, your eyes casually scan over the crowd. Searching for Negan in case he was here and you hadn't seen him yet. Only you didn't find him. He wasn't here yet. You let out a sigh as you relax into the chair, calming your excited nerves.

Roughly twenty minutes go by. Enough time for you to grab a bite to eat, meet and chat with some of the other guests. You're relaxing back in your chair now, sipping on a nice, cold strawberry wine cooler. When finally, he arrives.

Negan strolls into the backyard and greets everyone. Gift in hand, and his leather jacket slung over his shoulder. He goes everywhere with that damn jacket. It could be a hundred degrees outside and he'll still have it with him- won't even be wearing it sometimes either, just carrying it around like it's a fashion accessory. He's so extra, you love it. As for Carl's gift, he didn't bother to wrap or bag it. So as soon as Carl seen him, he immediately noticed the toy gun and ran right over to him. Lucky for you, you're sitting close enough to where you can hear their adorable interaction.

"Woah, is that for me?" Carl asks, pointing to himself.

Negan smiles down at him, "sure is."

He hands the box to Carl, who looks excitedly at the toy inside.

"Sick! Thank you!"

Negan pats him on the back. "You're welcome, kiddo. Now go on, have fun with it."

At that, Carl immediately goes back to his friends to show them what he got. Passing you along the way, he holds it up for you to see. "Look at what Negan got me!"

"Wow, that's very cool." You reply back. Chuckling to yourself because he's too adorable.

After Negan greeted a few other people, he grabs a beer and looks around the yard. His eyes land on you. Your heart leaps when you see him coming your way.

"Mind if I sit here?" He motions to the chair next to you.

You wave your hand with a shy smile. "Not at all. Go ahead." You watch as he gets situated, taking in his usual attire. "Not swimming today?"

"Wasn't planning on it," he cracks open his beer and takes a sip. "You?" This time it's his turn to look over your attire. You're wearing an oversized, graphic tshirt and a pair of denim shorts.

You ponder on it, "I might." Taking a swig of your drink, you adjust so that you're leaning more towards him. "But for now, I think it's about time for us to catch up."

The both of you have a pretty lengthy conversation. Negan tells you what has been going on with him, and you tell him about your time in Chicago. Rick and Lori came over to join the conversation when you were in the middle of telling yours. As they were interested in hearing about it as well. They would cringe at some the stories you'd share. Afterwards telling you that you made the right choice to leave. Admittedly, their support made you feel even better about your decision.

You'd started conversing about other other things when Carl came over.

Negan acknowledges him, "how do you like your gift?"

Carl had taken the toy gun out of the package and has been playing with it. He shows the gun to Negan, "it's awesome, thanks!" He shifts his attention towards you. "Hey y/n, we're going to play chicken. Do you want to join? I want you to be my partner, so I can win." The last few words he whispered quietly which makes you grin.

"Sure I'll be your partner. Go ahead, I'll be there in a sec."

He moves his arms in triumph before excitedly running back to the pool. Lori follows right after him, to scold him for running and to make sure he doesn't slip. Rick took the chance to go grab himself another beer. Which left you and Negan alone again. Giving you the perfect opportunity to flaunt your new bikini at him.

You stand up and remove your shorts, the top is long enough to cover your bottoms. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that Negan is looking away respectfully. It tugs at your heart realizing how much of a gentleman he can be towards you. But you want him to see. So as you think of something to say to try and grab his attention. Without making it too obvious, of course.

"Aw, what the hell. I guess I can help the kid win." At your words, Negan glances over at you as you slip the shirt off over your head. Revealing the red, two piece bikini underneath. His favorite color. This time he doesn't look away. Instead you take notice of how his eyes gradually glide down your body, taking in your form. It was the most amount of skin he had ever seen from you. You make a show of putting your hair up, stretching your body in a way that shows off your curves. And it works, he still hasn't taken his eyes off of you. Which made it really hard for you to keep your calm composure.

"I don't know," he bites his bottom lip. "I think those kids could probably take you on. They seem pretty tough."

You chuckle at that, flashing him a coy smirk. "I can handle tough."

After downing the rest of your wine cooler you get into the pool. The kids seem to be super excited that you've joined them, and they all want to be your partner for the chicken game. However, since Carl was the birthday boy he got first pick. With him on your shoulders the two of you were unstoppable, winning almost every match. Although your victories didn't come effortlessly. Negan was right, these kids are pretty tough.

Once the kids had enough of that game, they decided to move on to another. But you, on the other hand, were tired and needed a break. You'd noticed that Lori was sitting on the very edge of the pool with her legs in the water. So you went to join her, taking a seat right next to her. As you were chatting with her you would occasionally look at Negan. He was now standing with Rick and a few other guys, talking and laughing about things you couldn't hear. Every now and then would your eyes meet, and you'd exchange grins. Maintaining the eye contact until you would get too shy and look away. Because if you stared long enough you'd start to blush.

As Lori was talking to you about something you were thinking about ways to continue your pursue on Negan. While paying attention to her of course because you're not that rude. At that moment two more guests come in to the backyard. It's a woman, and behind her is a young girl that looks to be around Carl's age. The woman is definitely older, she looks to be around Lori's age. She's got an large sun hat and big sunglasses on her face. You realize that you've never met her before, she doesnt look familiar. Though Negan certainly must have. Because he instantly went to greet her.

Leaning closer to Lori you ask curiously, "hey, who is that?"

She looks at the woman. "Oh that's Vivian and her daughter Kellie. They just moved into the house at the end of the street three months ago. Excuse me, I better go say hi."

Lori stands up and takes her leave. You remain seated, observing the interaction between Negan and the woman. He is standing a bit too close to her, for some reason you don't like that. Why does he have to be standing that close to her?

The woman, well Vivian, guess you should refer to her as her name, pushes the gift she's holding into Kellie's hands. Vivian then dismisses the child before she greets Lori. They exchange a few words before Vivian walks away to sit down. With Negan to accompany her, of course. They appear to be rather close, conversing about something.

The way that Negan looks at her, with awe. It makes you twitch with agitation. Is this.. could this be jealousy you're feeling? No, no way. There's nothing to be jealous about. If Negan was seeing someone, he probably would've mentioned it. Right?

You don't even notice Lori bending down towards you until she speaks.

"Here you go, dear." She hands you another wine cooler. "I figured you would want another."

"Thanks." You reply, twisting the lid off and taking a long sip.

You observe Negan and Vivian long enough to confirm they weren't in a relationship. But the way Negan was interacting with her gave you the impression that he was definitely interested in her. And why wouldn't he be? She's gorgeous, she looks like she could be a model for the cover of a magazine. With her luscious hair, plump red lips, and a perfect figure. Plus she's a lot closer to him in age than you are. Because of that you automatically assume they'd have a lot more in common than the two of you would. Still, watching Negan flirt with another woman crushed you. Right then and there you knew that you didn't have a chance with him. He's already intrested in someone else.

It was becoming harder for you to watch them. Negan was smiling at her the way you wished he would smile at you. Gazing at her the way you wished he'd gaze at you. Tears threatened to form in your eyes. Your body began to tremble as hurt and anger built up in your throat. You couldn't take any more of it.

Acting rashly, you immediately stand up and go to collect your things. Shoving everything into you bag, you're moving as quickly as you can. Ignoring everyone and everything around you. You want to get out of here now. Once you have everything, you make a beeline for the exit. By now tears have formed in your eyes, slightly blurring your vision. But it doesn't matter as long as you get to the-

You bump into something- someone- rather hard and there is a loud noise of cans falling onto the paved floor.

Looking up, you realize it's Rick. He was grabbing a couple of beer cans from the cooler and dropped them when you crashed into him.

"Woah, you alright there?" Rick looks at you in surprise.

You take a quick moment to glance around the yard, there are quite a few people looking at you. Even Negan. No, no. Fuck. You quickly turn your attention back to Rick, gazing at the floor to hide your glossy eyes. "Oh y-yeah. I'm fine. I have to get going, there's something I forgot that I need to do later."

Before you can walk past him, he steps in front of you. "Hey, you sure you're alright? Is somethin' wrong?" Rick quietly asks you with concern.

You don't even want to answer him, you want to leave. You drop your gaze to the floor and turn your head away from Negan's direction. Not wanting him to see you on the verge of breaking down.

"Yes, I'm sure. Everything's okay. I just really have to get home now. I'm sorry for bumping into you." You try your best to assure him again.

"Okay sure. And don't worry about it, was probably my fault." Rick replies with a sympathetic smile then moves to let you through.

Without thinking about it, you turn your head to peek at Negan. He's staring at you with an emotionless expression on his face.

You abruptly turn away and walk right out of there. Missing the brief look in which Negan and Rick exchange.

#into-crazy #negan smith #twd negan #negan au #negan smith x reader #negan smith x y/n #negan imagine #the walking dead #fanfic #jeffery dean morgan #twd

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Was just thinking about cooking and wondered what you think everyone’s favorite food is? I personally think at least one of them is damn near obsessed with pasta, but I’m unsure who. Price makes a mean sandwich too. That’s all, thank you!!

(Also just had a revelation for the monster au fic so hopefully I can get a second chapter written soon lmao)

Soap loves stews. His favorite stew is a lamb stew recipe his grandma gave him. He has a ton of recipes from her and his ma (all he considers his favorite meals).

Ghost is not very picky when it comes to food, but he does particularly love pastas. From spaghetti, macaroni and cheese, he adores pasta salads-- Man loves pasta.

Gaz loves sandwiches. Subs and burgers, really any combinations. He loves bread and meat together. And yes, Price makes the best damn sandwiches.

Price is even less picky than Ghost when it comes to food. He's actually a pro at throwing ingredients together that seem like they have no place together and making something actually edible and kind of tasty. It comes from years of being on missions, stuck with shitty MREs and scarce previsions.

Soap and Price are amazing at making meals that will ruin everyone else's cooking. Ghost and Gaz love it when they agree to make dinner together.

#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #kyle gaz garrick #ask #thanks for the ask <3

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request challenge thing

strade being silly (up to interpretation what silliness) because he finds out its ren's birth day :)

Of course! I decided to play with a Ren who has only been Strade's captive for a few months! I wrote this on my walk home so pardon any grammar mistakes!

Contains: captivity, Ren, Strade

"Aww, Ren! You didn't tell me it was your birthday!"

Ren had bristled after accidentally letting it slip while sitting at breakfast with Strade. the "oh, I'm 19 now..." had been mumbled without thought. Now Strade had offered a special surprise, and Ren wasn't sure if he liked that...

In the past few months of captivity, surprises from Strade often ended up being painful, anything to make Ren cry and scream for him.

Ren paced in the living room, unable to help the budding anxiety in his stomach. What would Strade return with? His panic was bringing up pictures of wicked chainsaws and extra strength drain cleaner.

The door banging open made him jump several feet in the air. At first he made a move to hide but... Strade would find him anyways. So instead he opted to just sit on the couch, staring ahead stiffly.

"I'm back!" Strade dragged out the vowel of "back" in a sing songy voice. He came into the living room rather quickly, his arms surprisingly laden with bags.

Ren watched in disbelief as Strade pulled out an entire grocery store cake from one bag, and a box of chocolates and what looked like a family size bucket of fried chicken from another.

"I got the sides for the chicken somewhere in one of these bags... but for now-" he paused, finally looking at Ren's nervous expression. Strade's smile faltered a little, and he cocked an eyebrow.

"what's wrong, buddy?" he asked, approaching Ren with one of the bags. "you look.... scared." Ren quickly moved to clean up his expression, opting for one of polite surprise.

"Nothing! Nothings wrong!" he said a little too quickly. Strades grin came back though as he dumped the bag in Rens lap.

"That's good! Sorry it's not wrapped but, go ahead and open your present!" Strade stood over him, looking oddly gleeful.

The bag was too light to be any heavy weapons... Ren swallowed with difficulty, imagining now instead nails. 19 of them. One for each year.

Not wanting too put it off any longer, Ren tipped the bag over, wincing as the innards hit his lap. Then his eyes widened in surprise.

A brand new Nintendo Switch. Several games he glanced over, which all looked to be current best sellers... It all must have costed Strade hundreds of dollars.

"S-Strade! You didn't have too!" Ren's voice was several pitches higher than usual, suddenly full of apprehension. Surely Strade was going to want something in return..

A heavy hand ruffled his hair though as Strade laughed.

"Of course I did! It's not everyday a fox turns 19... Now! Let's get settled in before the food gets cold. Go ahead and turn on whatever you want."

Strade walked away, now busying himself with unpacking tonights dinner. Potatoes, Rolls, Gravy, Macaroni Salad... Ren suddenly found himself thinking... Strade never really ate vegetables. Or many homemade meals aside from grilled meat.

And he really felt he should thank his captor, as strange as that seemed.

"Strade..." Ren moved towards the man, cradling his gifts. "Uhm... If you want I can... cook you know?"

Strade made a noise that at first Ren mistook for a grunt of annoyance. But Strade only glanced at him with a cocked eyebrow, making Ren realize it was more of a confused glance.

"If you want to cook, Ren, by all means go ahead. Just write down what you want on the grocery list. Now, what are we watching tonight?"

Strade shoved a plate full of food into his already full arms. Ren felt his heart pick up a bit as he thought.

"Let me think a bit longer." he said quietly, he had a lot on his mind now after all.

#strade #boyfriend to death #btd fanfic #boyfriend to death fanfic #boyfriend to death 2 #strade btd #ren btd #ren hana btd #ren hana #melons july ficfest

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KIᒪᒪEᖇᑕOOK - ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 4

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight's story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI.

Special special special thank you to @basilisa-scorpii for beta reading; and thank you to my main squeeze @icy-spicy for dropping the best acronym I've ever heard in my life! If you're a fan of King of the Hill, you might find a familiar line🤭 And I cannot believe I actually forgot to include @quinloki who inspired Killer and Kid in swimsuits that sparked this chapter's theme - that insta reel is still in my bookmarks🤤🤤🤤

Killer directed and organized the tributes the crew had brought to his shared house with Kid, Wire and Heat. Today’s live stream was going to be a special one – the weather had finally gotten warmer for longer and their unused pool needed some TLC. So did Killer’s Summit E-470 propane powered grill.

His beloved cooking space.

Shaking his head excitedly, he finished typing up the recipe list he planned to pin on the live stream’s chat board. Everyone brought their own side dish, dessert, or drink specials. Killer only planned to show off cooking meat on the grill. That was easy enough to instruct on air compared to the delicious smorgasbord of food that was piling all over his kitchen.

Drooling at the overwhelming smells, he helped carry the food outside. Sneakily taking small bites out of the Hawaiian macaroni salad, watermelon feta salad, and a whole pollo asado taco, he began setting up the camera equipment.

“Alright is everyone set and comfortable? Starting the live stream in 5 minutes!”

The crew shouted out in acknowledgement before resuming their laid-back activities. A party’s a party after all.

Rocking the, quite frankly, sluttiest pair of low-rise swim trunks that really only served to cover his goods. They were blue of course. Killer pulled his hair into a high ponytail and waited on his housemates to bring out the meats and beer. A blue and white striped face mask was covering his lower face.

Kid brought out the steaks and burgers. He was wearing obnoxious yellow swim shorts that stopped at his lower thighs. In equally tacky theme, a cartoon rooster was displayed in the center of the shorts with dialogue off to the side. It read: Don’t stare at my cock.

God’s be damned, Killer wanted to beat him up.

Wire stepped out in a speedo that was entirely too natural looking on him, walking with grace that one wouldn’t have thought the tall man had at all. However, it wouldn’t be Wire if he wasn’t wearing some type of netting – a fishnet crop top covered his broad chest.

Heat, always copying inspired by Wire’s fashion sense, was also wearing a fishnet crop top in blue with matching swim trunks.

The assignment was simple –look ridiculously ripped, as possibly allowable without violating TikTok’s guidelines and terms of service. So far they were all in line with the rules, but as always the risk lied with Kid. Killer glared at the text on swimsuit and considered kicking the redhead in the dick for always acting like one.

Heat handed the grill master his apron: a simple blue cover with pockets, with a custom jolly roger embroidered in the center. The symbol resembled Killer’s mask with two scythes crossing behind it. A small chef’s hat hung off the skull’s head.

“Thanks Heat you did an amazing job!”

Going Live In…

3…2…1!

LIVE

“Hey everyone, KillerCook here with a special episode of Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer. Today, we’re having a pool party~ And every good pool party is composed of three important elements: food, drink, and fun. Drop a ‘hey!’ in the chat to all of our co-workers and friends!”

The i-pad was going off with all the pinging notifications from viewers trying to say hello. In the background, the crew began cheering and hollering, pushing each other into the pool and going back to their conversations as Killer dived back into his show.

“For drinks, we’re knocking back classic beers while we stand over this grill.” Killer slapped the hull of the steel frame. “This gas-powered baby can grill so much food but she’s also hot to handle. Propane may be a clean burning fuel, but she can also be a dirty girl. Which makes beer the perfect accompaniment to keep cool.”

Killer took a step back from the heated grill and began to put on his apron. The notifications were going WILD and he didn’t need to check them to know why. Sweat was already beaded on his body, running between the grooves of his tanned and toned muscles. Cheeky smirk hidden behind the thin, fabric mask, Killer tied the apron off and stuck a steel straw in the beer can. Expertly tucking the straw under his mask without disrupting the way it sat on his face, Killer took a refreshing sip.

“Saturdays are for the crew, don’t you agree, guys?”

His housemates whooped and cheered behind him and again the notifications went off as the men moved their positions to be seen more clearly. Lavishing the attention and sounds of microtransactions tipping them, they clashed their beer koozies together and flexed for the camera.

“Wire, please pin the recipe note to the chat board. Since everyone contributed a little something to this party, I made a digital recipe book for you all to enjoy our favorite foods! While I grill the meat, Heat and Wire will take you all to the table to show off our spread, you’ll get to see the people we see on a near daily basis, and maybe get a glimpse at how intense pool volleyball can get!”

“Hey Killer, can I read off a comment?”

“Hng, yeah go for it.”

Wire grinned, “404errorbrainnotfound asks, ‘Will you be showing off your meats, my good sir?’”

Alas, Killer was not wearing his helmet so his flush was visible to the camera. From cheeks to chest.

Kid stepped up.

“Oh yes, but not just his. I’ll be showing off mine, as will Wire and Heat. Lucky viewers today, ain’t that right, Kill?” He slapped Killer’s back forcefully.

“Yes, and since you’re so eager to talk about it, how about I turn it over to the reigning Boss of our enterprise, PunkNeverDied69?”

Kid gave Killer a confused look as he was pushed to camera center. Killer only walked away, turning his neck and face just enough to give him a ‘fuck around and find out’ look.

“’Kay. So.” He grinned, shaking it off. “Am I showing off the beef or sausage first? White or dark meat?”

The sound of notifications pinging aggravated Killer so he turned up the commercial-free summer playlist. Returning to his beloved grill, he exchanged his fabric mask for his helmet. So much for going casual, he thought .

“So now that you know our set up, it’s time to grill. The beef and chicken wings were pre-marinated, the hamburger meat has the seasonings worked in, the shrimps are-” he waved his hand at the platter of raw shrimp- “shrimping. I’ll be rotating out different items to cook as efficiently and quickly as possible. Don’t want the other food to spoil, and I definitely don’t want to stand in the heat longer than I need to. Heat, Wire, I’m handing it off to you now. Kid, grab me a piña colada.”

The camera view became rocky and shaky as everyone moved around. Finally, Heat turned it face forward so he could address the audience.

“Hey guys, look at this insane buffet! Comment which ones you wish you could be eating right now!”

Panning the camera at each dish for 10 seconds, Heat hovered over the table while Wire gave a brief summary of the dishes, their components, and his own taste review as he and Heat sampled the plates.

When they reached the crew, they were asked to vote on everyone’s favorite dish and/or drink.

“Whoever made the piña coladas is on one, mate! Shit’s STRONG!” House giggled.

“The bruschetta’s real tasty,” Dive said as she dived back into her plate of said snack.

“We really like this cheese and bean dip!” Bubblegum held out the bowl he was sharing with Pomp, U.K., Reck, Hop, and Moai; purple corn chips falling from their hands as they eagerly snacked on the appetizer.

Jaguar bounded to the camera with a plate of salmon ceviche, “Nu-uh, this is by far the best dish on the table!”

“Are you all high?! The tzatziki potato salad is the best dish no contest,” Boogie had his nose upturned at the others, who all in turn deadpanned him back.

“Who the FUCK brought JUST BEANS?!” Disc-J yelled from the table.

A small argument broke out over the real best dish at the table, which quickly grew violent as shoving commenced. It took Kid yelling profanities across the yard to settle the dispute.

Wounded egos were quickly forgotten as Hip came out carrying a platter of homemade popsicles and Compo brought out a deep pan of tres leches rum cake.

Out of piña colada mix, Gig swapped out the double barrel drink dispenser with two new flavors: peach daquiri slushie, and strawberry margarita on the rocks.

Heat panned the camera to Killer who was hard at work grilling shrimp, chicken, and hamburgers; he was happily swaying to the music and occasionally taking a sip from his beer bottle with a lime wedge inside. His back muscles tensed every time he flipped and swapped out food, his hip flexors tightened for every bump his waist made to the beat of the playlist.

“OI! LET’S BREAK THE VOLLEYBALL TIE FINALLY!” Papas smacked the water ball into the pool as Emma secured the net.

“FUCK YEAH, LET’S GO!” Kid cried out, taking a running leap and cannon balling into the pool.

Wire took over filming since he’d been legally barred from playing pool volleyball anymore. A story he teased the audience with but ultimately did not spill how or why.

Flipping the perspective from Killer’s grilling and gossiping to the quickly intensifying competitiveness of the volleyball game, Wire was having a hard time choosing a scene to focus the camera on: Killer’s hilarious quips of Kid’s top 10 blunders or rather filming Haikei spike the volleyball right into Oscar’s face.

Wire’s indecision was decided quickly as Killer’s excited shout grabbed his attention. The food was done! Calling Heat and Kid out of the pool, Killer began piling the last of the grilled veggies onto a separate platter. Noe and Mosh tagged in as the back-ups, got a STERN mini lecture about the pride of the team, and were pushed into the pool by Kid.

Killer sat the phone on the camera stand to finish off the live stream. With the help of his housemates, they held all the meat platters for the audience to see while Killer listed them off. Beef kebabs, cheeseburgers, loaded hotdogs, sweet and spicy ribs, Italian lamb chops, seven-spice pork chops, tri-tip with chimichurri, Hawaiian style ribeye, Harissa grilled chicken, grilled shrimp skewers, blackened shrimp, and grilled cauliflower steaks.

Kid, almost drooling eyed it all before a suspicious look came over his face, “Hey Kill, not that I’m complaining, but isn’t this a little too much food? We’re still not done with the dishes on the tables.”

“Hmmm, yes, I was wondering when you would notice that,” Killer mused. Tapping the phone’s screen so he could check the time, “Ah and they should be here in 3…2…”

“HEEEEEEYYYYYY KIIILLLLEEERRR!!! JAAAAAAAAAGGGGGYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” A way too happy to be here sounding voice rang out off camera. Kid looked as if he got kicked in the balls.

“You invited THEM?” He hissed, a vein in his forehead threatened to burst.

Sanji called out, “I know you said not to bring too much so I only made pesto mozzarella chicken sliders, rotisserie chicken salad, crab cakes, and that creamy poolside pasta I know you like!”

“I brought tangerine creamsicle cake!” Nami smiled sweetly.

“I brought a barrel of tequila,” Zoro huffed, carrying the barrel over his shoulder as the Straw Hats came through the wooden fence gate that surrounded the property’s yard.

“And I brought COLA!” Franky whooped, following right behind Zoro.

“I didn’t bring anything because I assumed Sanji or Killer would ensure to provide enough for everyone,” Robin said shamelessly, pulling back her wide brim hat to send both men a wink.

Sanji and Killer sighed happily.

Killer, Heat and Wire worked quickly to make room and place for all the cooked dishes over the tables, sending Kid to bring more furniture to accommodate the additional meals. Kid was cursing the entire time as Luffy hung off his back, trying to hold his attention to tell him about his latest adventures. Finally grappling the little freak off him by yeeting him into the pool, Kid sought refuge behind Killer who was removing his apron as he started the sign off.

“I hope you all enjoyed the live stream today; I know I had a lot of fun. Gonna go ahead and end it here because I’m FAMISHED! Tune in next time when I whip up a fun summer dessert – lemon blueberry cheesecake. It’s easy to prepare and like everything else I make, slays. This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

He moved to turn the live stream off when he was distracted by Kid clearing his throat and backing away from him.

Kid smirked daringly at Killer before turning that cocky look to the camera, “Little self-promo here, you can find me at my new OnlyFans account, KillerCoc —AUGH!”

Killer tackled Kid into the pool before he could finish the sentence.

The camera fell off the stand as Heat tried to end the stream. The notifications were blaring frantically as comments poured in before he successfully closed the app and turned off the phone. Wire turned off the wi-fi for good measure too.

Bonus: The comment section

BarbzisthatGorl: WHAT DID HE SAY?! WHAT IS THE ONLYFANS?!?!?! WHAT IS HIS ONLYFANS PLEASE!!!!!!! KillerCook: His account was reported for spam and got locked down, sorry can’t help you! PunkNeverDied69: Judas😡

TheO-FaceisREAL: I would purposely drown to have PunkNeverDied69 give me CPR (Clenched Pussy Resuscitation). Scream_Maim_Fire: He would purposely let you drown too.

Smokkadakush: Heat, you looked great out there! What was your favorite dish from the table? FlamingHot420: Aww. I loved the grilled watermelon with tajin seasoning, thanks for asking!

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