your eyes sir are not allowed

k.hanbin -- what’s wrong?

cr. of the gif to the rightful owner(s)

Two sets of eyes glared at each other in the distance. The body of the owners were casually standing across from each other allowing the space between them to wrap the words into the ice cold argument they wanted to bring about. Not even the loud sigh that escaped another person’s lips broke the staring contest going on between the two of them.

‘’Uhm… sir… your order?’’ the waiter who was standing by the wooden table the group of three had sat on asked as politely as possible probably for the third time. If it wasn’t the third, then probably the fourth or fifth time but the waiter had decided to ignore that. The tension raising between the male and the female whose eyes seemed glued to each other got him uncomfortable; his eyes quickly switched to who seemed the only normal person standing there. He wished the male could get him out of that situation.

Upon noticing none of his friends would speak, Yunhyeong sighed quietly. Probably he had sighed as many times as the waiter asked for their order. ‘’A toast for me.‘’ the elder started, nodding his head just to notice how the waiter’s features immediately light up out of relief as his fingers held the pen that scratched the blank paper he held onto for the purpose of remembering exactly what the customers asked for. ‘’Hm… I’d like an americano as well.’’ he continued, watching the male nod his head slowly as he shortly wrote the words falling from Yunhyeong’s lips. ‘’The kids would like a strawberry smo-’’ before he could finish, Hanbin’s eyes ripped away from the female’s.

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Pepero Day (M)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Smut, Bestfriend!Yoongi, Valentine’s Day themed

Word count: 5.7k

warnings: Rated M, language, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: This was meant to be a valentine’s day fic, but it’s a day late, rip. I hope you enjoy it regardless!

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Say It (Jungkook/Reader)

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Smut - Inspired by a fic written by Admin JP + Say It by Tory Lanez.

Words: 7.2K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Honesty was a trait you had always prided yourself in being strong in possession of, something your friends and fans all admired you for; so the day you announced you did not like Jeon Jungkook, they knew your words were true.

Tags: Dance room rendezvous, slow and sensual sex against the dance studio mirror wall, etc. 


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Little Jealous There, Sarge? {Part Two}

{Part One}

Summary: There’s nothing wrong with not being the most experienced person in the bedroom. In fact, some people find it rather attractive, particularly James Buchanan Barnes. Although you express how much you want him, Bucky remains distant; he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you. So what do you do? You elicit Sam’s help.

Warnings: jealous!Bucky x inexperienced!Reader, fluff, smut, biting kink, light bondage, metal arm kink, Winter Soldier kink (mentioned only), forced orgasm, toys

A/N: Inspired after spending some quality time with @mermanbuckybarnes and learning just how jealous Bucky can get.

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

“You’ve been naughty, (Y/N),” Bucky whispered in your ear as he slid his hands around your waist. “And you’re going to get punished.”

“Y-Yes, sir.” You arched your back off the bed to allow Bucky more access to your zipper. “You’re in charge, Sarge.”

“Good girl.” He chuckled in your ear as he stripped you of your dress. “Oh, so beautiful, kitten.” He stood and admired your unique undergarments. 

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Your wedding day with Chris Evans would involve:

• Chris worrying about everything, but his brother is here to tell him he’s already a happy man and he’s going to marry the love of his life.
• Your mom crying when she sees you in your wedding dress, holding the bouquet.
• Being surprised that you’ve both left notes to one another, claiming your love once again.
• While walking down the aisle, Chris can’t take his eyes off you, smiling and your lower lip trembles as he is on the verge of tears.
• - “I promise you, I will take care of your daughter and maker her happy, sir.”
 - “You better, Evans. My eyes are on you.”
 - “Dad!”
• Never stopping smiling to each other and you both catch yourselves almost leaning to kiss before you are allowed to.
• Chris whispering you are very beautiful in your ear during the entire ceremony and day… and night. Actually, he can’t stop himself from saying it to everyone around him.
• When the rings pass through your fingers and you’re officially pronounced husband and wife, Chris pulls you to him in a longing kiss and you think the world around you can collapse, you would never feel anywhere safer than in his arms.
• Basically, you have to stop kissing because of Scott’s whistles and the groomsmen decide to join, leaving Chris blushing.
• His family being so proud and very happy he settles down with someone like you.
• Holding hands all the time, caressing your rings as a reminder this day isn’t a dream.
• The reception isn’t as you planned, but what you want more is here. Your families and friends are there to make the dinner very entertaining.
• Endless teasing from them during the best man’s speech. His best man doesn’t even hesitate to show some embarrassing and funny candid shots of you two.
• Chris calling you ‘Mrs. Evans’ with this adorable boyish grin on his face and you can’t help but kiss his cheek, giggling every time.
• - “Nice butt you have here, handsome.”
• Forehead kisses.
• Lots of fun and laughs.
• Lots of soft, slow and meaningful kisses.
• For the first dance, your husband brings you to his chest and holds you close. He loves the way the lights shine on your skin and the way you look at him.
• You almost step on his toes, but as a good dancer (like Lisa has taught him), Chris tells you that’s very cute and he definitely made the right choice, marrying you.
• The big party follows up and you just dance like nothing else matters in this world, never leaving each other more than five minutes.
• - “Is that real?”
 - “Y/N, we’re married. I’m the realest person you’ve ever met. And you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
• You both try to stay sober because you want to remember every second of this night.
 - “Baby, stop drinking!”
 - “Yeah, Chris, remember what’s happening tonight!”
• Cutting the cake and sharing a piece together. This ends pretty dramatically funny.
• You keep twirling, dipping and moving your hips until you can’t feel your feet anymore.
• Scott wiggling his eyebrows, giving you a knowing look when you’re about to leave the reception to your house.
• Once at home with your husband, Chris sweeps you off your feet and carries you to your bedroom, gently settling you on the bed with his eyes glowing with pure love.


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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Poly Hamilsquad x Reader where the reader is acting distant and squad thinks she's cheating on them so they follow her but it turns out that she was just going to a comic convention with the Schuyler Sisters and she didn't want the squad to see her cosplaying (ps can the cosplay be sexy like slave Leia or Wonder Woman)?

Convention Conflict - Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1096

Ship: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

warnings: slight swearing and sexual feelings implied!

aaaaa this was so fun to write

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A warm set of arms wrapped around your waist as you sat at your island, trying to eat a quick breakfast before the girls picked you up to go get ready for the con at Peggy’s house.

“Morning Laf, you’re up early.” You said trying to be attentive, even though your head was somewhere else.

“Oui!” he chuckled sleepily. “Quoi de neuf? What is up, mon ange?” he asked, peppering kisses on your neck at the same time your phone buzzed. It was from Eliza, the girls were waiting outside for you.

“Not much, i gotta go though, could you tell the others i’ll be back tomorrow?” you asked, knowing that you’d all probably crash at one of the girl’s house. You grabbed your duffel bag with your wonder woman costume tucked in underneath your overnight stuff and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, racing out the door before he could get a word in edgewise. You loved your partners but you knew they’d have an aneurysm if they saw all the skin that showed through your cosplay-or rather, lack thereof. You on the other hand thought that as long as your outfit made you feel good, it shouldn’t matter how little or much you covered.

The girls launched into excited chat the moment you opened the car door and you laughed at your crazy friends as Eliza pulled onto the road.

Back in the house, Lafayette rushed to the bedroom where everyone was still asleep in bed. He opened the heavy curtains so light poured in. “Did Y/N say anything to anyone about a trip?”

A chorus of groggy groans echoed through the room but Hercules spoke up, looking around the bed. “No, Where is she, anyway?”

“That is the issue Hercules, I have no idea. She got a text message and picked up a duffel bag then she told me that she’d be back tomorrow and left.” Lafayette explained.

John sat up with a yawn. “Huh, What happened? Y/N did what?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“She has to be up to something. Maybe she’s planning a party for our anniversary?” Lafayette laughed nervously.

Hamilton finally got up, cocooning himself with the blanket. “Our anniversary is next month, Y/N is not prepared enough to think that far ahead.”

“You don’t think…?” Hercules trailed off, insinuating what all the men were thinking.

you were cheating.

“No, no, no Y/N Wouldn’t do that…” John jumped in defending you.

Lafayette nodded but there was a thick silence in the room.

The rest of the day was spent on edge when John thought of a great idea.

“We all have “find my friends” enabled on our iphones, why don’t we just use that find out where she is?” he suggested, getting nods in return.

“It says she’s at some 5 star hotel.” Alex trailed off and In mere seconds, everyone was putting their jackets on and rushing out to Lafayette’s car.

While they drove, you were having the time of your life, the four of you, albeit scantily clad, looked badass as hell. The girls had opted to keep the DC Women theme running back when you were still in the planning stages and were now dressed as the birds of prey. Angelica rocked black canary’s fishnets with ease, grabbing everyone’s envy and attention while Peggy’s skin-tight batgirl outfit showed off her perfect body and Eliza’s thigh high huntress heels made her legs look miles long. The four of you all dawned the same cropped and studded leather jackets, letting everyone know that you were a force to be reckoned with.

People wanted to take pictures with you left, right and centre, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was what stardom felt like.

When the boys arrived at the hotel, they felt as if they were in another universe. People dressed in all different kinds of costumes lounged and conversed in the lobby. Alexander shook it off and rushed to the concierge’s desk.

“Hello, I would like to find the room that Y/N L/N is staying in, i’m her boyfriend.” he asked quickly.

The concierge looked at Hamilton like he was stupid and turned his nose up. “I’m sorry sir, I’m not allowed to give you that in-”

He was cut off by Angelica. “Hamilton? What are you doing here?”

Hamilton swallowed at her outfit and tried to keep his eyes up on her face. “We’re looking for Y/N, why are you here?”

She tilted her head. “We’re here with Y/N why else?”

Now the boys were utterly confused, not quite putting two and two together. That is, until they heard your laughter.

They looked up to see you looking mock-angry while taking a selfie with a guy cosplaying Deadpool who held a cardboard sign saying “Fuck DC”, it was quite a sight.

“Y/N?” John asked. You paled and turned to them, they didn’t even try to hide their eyes raking up and down your body.

“Merde.” Lafayette said hoarsely under his breath as he took in your physique while you walked over.

Hercules brought you into a hug that seemed rather innocent until you felt his breath on your ear. “Fuck, Y/N you look so hot.” he growled quietly causing a blush to rise on your cheeks.

“I want in!” Laurens exclaimed joining your hug.

You broke apart when you heard a click.

“Alexander!” you exclaimed in a warning tone.

“What? It’s a cute candid!” he said sheepishly.

You joined Angelica and Alex who were looking at the picture and placed your arm around his shoulder. There you were, sandwiched between two of the men you loved with another holding his fingers in a ‘bunny ears’ position behind your head.

That was definitely going on the fridge.

Peggy and Eliza joined the small group of you that had accumulated holding four colourful satin strips with eye holes. “We saw you guys here with no costumes and bought these for you at some booth so you wouldn’t feel left out.”

Lafayette, mulligan and Hamilton looked at their extended hands like they were the plague while Laurens jumped up and down, shouting “I call Michelangelo!” before grabbing the orange one and tying it around his head. Lafayette shrugged with a smile and grabbed the purple one, assuming the roll of Donatello. Hercules chuckled and grabbed Raphael’s red mask before Hamilton could, taking off his beanie to put it on.

“Come on, why do I have to be Leo?” Hamilton whined, causing all of you to laugh.

Pain Fades [Wade Wilson x Reader]

Requested by anon: “Could you do a soulmate au with deadpool where you feel your soulmates pain and they meet after he gets cancer and has the healing ability and he meets her and apologizes about all the pain”

A/N: Hope you love this anon! I tried to get some humor in there lol.

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Let’s talk about soulmates. That one significant person that’s supposed to have been designed to be your perfect match. They’re supposed to know everything about you, even the amount of pain you suffered, that’s because they felt it too. Every broken bone to papercut.

So the idea of meeting his soulmate made Wade’s skin crawl everything he went through, and of his own volition. How could he face you? Putting you through every needle puncture. He did everything he could to avoid his soulmate, if someone so what as flinched around him when he felt any sort of pain he got out of there fast.

But fate has a way of doing it’s job.

Wade was walking down a cold damp sidewalk. His hood was pulled over his head, protecting him from the cold rain and the stares from passersby. By the time he reached his location his hood was soaked with rain, but the chill didn’t really bother him. After everything he’s been through, cold was the last thing he felt.

Reaching the door to his location he entered a small tucked away coffee shop. A diamond in the rough if one will. It had good coffee but many people didn’t know about it, making it perfect. When he came in he sat at a table in the corner, avoiding the eyes of the other patrons.

He knew every worker in this place. So when he heard an unfamiliar voice and laugh he couldn’t help but look up. He saw you behind the counter laughing at a joke one of your co-workers had made. Countering it with one of your own, making Wade chuckle.

Noticing you look over, he watched as you grab a pen and order pad before walking from behind the counter.

He ducked his head and pulled his hood further over his face.

“Hello Sir, I’m [F/n]. Is there anything I can get you today?” You asked in a friendly tone. A smile crossing your face.

Wade didn’t pick up his head just answered with a simple order of black coffee. Black as his soul to be exact, making a laugh escape from your throat and him to allow a smile.

He peeked up after you left, watching you walk back to the counter. He found you rather attractive, but you’d never go for someone as disfigured and unappealing as him.

He ducked his head again when you returned with the cup of coffee. “Will there be anything else for you sir?” Asking with the same cheery tone.

“Um, no this is fine.” He nodded.

Taking a sip he immediately recoiled, “Fuck that’s hot” you both said in unison. His eyes widened and he looked up at you. Seeing you holding your lip the same place he was burned.

“Oh my god” you muttered in disbelief. Wade immediately got self conscious and pulled at his hood to cover his head more. “No, not that” you said stopping him, allow him to take the hood off.

Looking back at the counter before sitting across from him. He just stared at you, “I guess we’re soulmates” smiling at him.

“I-I guess so” his stare never ceasing. “I’m sorry. I uh. For everything, you felt everything. I’m so sorry I never wanted to inflict that kind of pain on you and now you’re stuck with some disfigured t-Rex for a soulmate” he apologized profusely.

You shook your head, “You mean your skin? That doesn’t bother me.” Smiling comfortingly at him.

“What?”

You nodded, “You see, my brother used to be a firefighter. But he got caught in a fire helping when he was off duty. Not having any of his gear ended with him having severe burns. I-I guess because of that and the way his wife accepts him and everyone accepts him, makes it not really bother me. I find you extremely handsome…” Pausing where a name would be.

Shaking off his stunned expression he said “Wade Wilson”

You smiled “Wade. I’m [F/n] [L/n]”

He smiled at you. “You really don’t mind being with me.”

Nodding you answered “Well I guess I have a thing for T-Rex’s” chuckling.

Laughing he said, “Yup, I guess so. You do know, all dinosaurs feared the T-Rex” making you laugh. “I’ve said that in a movie before” he nodded (Warning: mind the fourth wall).

“Oh really? Well I guess I’m talking to a movie star”

He chuckled “You have no idea” *winks at audience*

[Translation] Smartpass AU Story - Levi & Eren.

Chapter 1 - The Dungeon.


Special thanks to @trippyridehome​ for providing the original story, and to @undercover-witch​ for her help translating it.



The air in the cellar was stifling as humidity rose from the damp stone walls. The old castle’s dungeon has long been abandoned, its iron bars destroyed and rendered useless. However, there was someone of value there.

“……I’m underground even at a time like this.”

“Of course. Got any complaints?”

The reply came from an indisposed looking superior officer who hastily brushed up his wet bangs.

The Survey Corps were training outside when it started pouring so heavily that the thick fog even blurred out the color of their smoke grenades. The unit leader who was overseeing the march fired a star-shell stopping everyone. The orders were for each squad to go take shelter from the rain in the abandoned buildings nearby.

“None. I understand the ins and outs of how this works.”

“It wouldn’t be a big deal if it was just my squad, but the whole Survey Corps branch is out on this training march… Catch my drift?”

A young man by the name of Eren sat hugging his knees, looking downwards in the dimly lit dungeon which was once divided by iron bars.

“I shouldn’t cause unnecessary distress for the squads that distrust my ‘Titan power’…”

Exactly. Levi, the superior officer holding the light, turned towards him.

Eren was still in his rain gear. He looked like a puppy abandoned on the side of the road. Rain drops were dripping off him and his ever-present frown was even worse than usual.

For goodness’s sake… He looks like a damn beggar from the Underground City. He’s no longer who he used to be, he’s lost a lot and now he’s just dragging himself to wherever he’s told to go. Guess being called ‘humanity’s hope’ is taking a toll on him.”

After a deep, long sigh Levi gave a swift order.

“Take off that drenched raincoat and hand it over. I’ll set it to dry by the fire upstairs.”

“…Yes sir.”

He lethargically unclasped his rain gear and squeezed the excess water out of it before handing it over to Levi. Eren’s cold, trembling hand didn’t go unnoticed. Levi called out to his standby soldiers upstairs.

“…I can’t let him in the pits of despair like this.”

“Petra! Take Oluo and come keep an eye on Eren.”

“Yessir!”

Petra came down the stairs and saw Eren slouched, looking downhearted, while Levi obviously had no idea how to handle it. She made sense of the situation fairly quickly.

“Understood. Sir… Are we keeping him locked in the dungeon until the rain stops? That’s a bit…”

“It’s a temporary solution. Hange’s going to check whether the castle’s structure is sturdy enough to contain Eren’s Titan transformation… Once I get the confirmation, I will allow Eren to go out.”

“That’s great news. I hope you walk free soon. Your teammates are here as well. Would you like to see them?”

“They are? I want to, but I’m not sure how they feel…”

“They’d be delighted to see you! You’ve been training in different squads for a while now.”

Levi turned around to leave. After hearing Petra’s cheerful words of encouragement he was convinced once again that he did the right choice by picking her to be a soldier in his squad.

“Come on, quit moping around. The weather’s depressing enough.”

“S-Sorry.”

As he was climbing up the stairs Levi turned around and took in Eren’s slightly more relaxed expression.

Stay After Class

V/Kim Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 2,010

Warnings: Sexual Content

A/N: I don’t know how this happened. It wasn’t even planned, it was impulse. BUT ANYWHOO I’ve been lazy when it comes to writing lately so please hold tight with this while I prepare new chapters of series’:)

This gif does not belong to me. Credit to the owner:)

Great. Another day to endure, sitting in front of Mr.Kim. You weren’t sure you could endure any longer. Like really, just looking him made you feel some type of way. His blonde hair always framed his face perfectly and when he styled it so that his eyebrows showed, there was nothing but heat. Everyone knew that he was attractive yes, but you barely said anything about it. Today was the day though. When you came in, you saw him at the board, wearing all black. Dammit, he must’ve done this on purpose. Your eyes trailed all over him, your thoughts filled with how good he looked. How sexy he looked.

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anonymous asked:

Any Josh tonight mom?

sure


You’re cuddled up on the sofa, your head in Josh’s lap as you watch Varsity Blues; it was one of your favorite movies since you saw it as a child, but you’d never let Josh know that. His fingers are playing with your hair, delicately enough to almost make you fall asleep right there, but when he shifts his thighs slightly, you groan softly, setting your hand on his knee to make him stop moving.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “Were you asleep?”

“Almost,” you whisper.

“Oh, well, that’s a shame,” he replies. “Real shame.” You can tell from the tone of his voice and the way that his fingers are now gently rubbing your shoulder that he’s trying to lead you into asking him what he’s talking about. You don’t give in to his trap immediately, instead focus on the movie, deflecting his comment; you feel him shift around again, as if he’s trying to discreetly get your attention.

“What is it, Josh?” you sigh.

“Nothing,” he replies. Again, the tone of his voice is telling: he’s pouting to gain sympathy. You let out a groan, rolling over to set on your stomach; you settle your arms on his thigh and rest your head on top of them so you can peer up at Josh. He’s looking at the television, pretending that he’s not paying attention to you.

“Josh,” you say. “Look at me.” He turns his attention to you, trying to hide the grin that’s beginning to creep up on his lips. “What is it?” you repeat.

“I wanted to do something.”

“Like what?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he mumbles. “You’re too tired.”

“Joshua William Dun,” you say. “You’d better tell me right now.”

“Okay, fine,” he says, shuddering at your words. “I hate when you call me by my full name.”

“That’s why I do it.”

“I was thinking…maybe you could…” He trails off, scratching the back of his neck.

“Say it.”

“Sit on my face.” You stare at him for a moment, seeing him avoiding eye contact with you while his cheeks flush.

“You want me to sit on your face, huh?” you ask, biting your lip. He nods his head, still refusing to look at you, instead focusing on the television again. “Okay,” you say. Josh’s head snaps in your direction, eyes wide as if he didn’t expect you to agree to his request. He looks eager, excited, but then his face changes to something more concerned. “What is it?” you ask, sitting up on your knees beside him.

“I want to get you off only using my mouth,” he explains. “So I need you to pin my hands down so I’m not tempted to use them.” Your face heats up at the thought of having some control over Josh; he was always the dominant one in sexual situations, and for him to demand that you incapacitate his hands, as he generally did for you, makes your stomach twist into knots. “Do you think you can do that?” he asks, lowly.

“Y-yes, sir.” You always knew that when he was turned on, you were only to refer to him as ‘sir’ and refrain using his real name; it would wind him up even more, making him even more ravenous.

“Good,” he says.

He moves from the couch and lays on his back on the floor, in the center of the room. Once he’s settled, he peers at you, waiting for you to join him. You stand from the couch, slipping your shorts and panties off of your legs; you walk towards him, lowering yourself down so you were resting with your knees straddling his head.

Josh stretches his arms out on the floor above his head, staring up at you; taking the hint, you wrap your fingers around his thick wrists, pinning them down to the floor. It’s a strange feeling to have any sort of control of Josh, but when you notice the look in his eyes, it’s clear that he’s aroused by it.

From this new position, you realize that you have more power than you originally thought you would have, and from the way that Josh is looking at you, he doesn’t realize it yet. He licks his lips, waiting for you to lower yourself down onto him but instead you opt to tease him.

You shift yourself, lowering your core towards his face, watching the way he licks his lips and grins at the sight of you, already wet for him. You don’t move close enough for Josh to be able to reach you, and with his hands incapacitated, he can’t make you do what he wants. He tips his head up in an attempt to get closer, but you’re just far enough away from him that he cannot reach you.

“I give you an inch and you take a mile, huh?” he asks. “You think that if I wanted to that I couldn’t overpower you anyway and get what I want?”

“I’m sure you could,” you grin. “But you know how much fun I have teasing you.”

“You’d better let me taste that pussy before you get yourself in trouble.”

“Yes, sir,” you grin.

Finally, you settle onto him not putting your full weight down at first, but enough to allow Josh to get a taste of you. He trails his tongue slowly from your entrance to your clit, sending a shiver through your body; he flicks his tongue over your clit a few times before moving back to your entrance, pushing his tongue into you. Your fingers tighten around his wrists, sighing softly.

“Come closer,” he mutters. “I have to get my tongue deeper.”

You press yourself closer to him, watching between your legs as Josh cuts his eyes to your face; you can tell that he’s grinning, as he slowly works his tongue into you. He lets out a soft, groan, closing his eyes and rocking his head so he can delve his tongue deeper into you.

“Mmm, Josh.” You hear him growl between your thighs, eyes opening again so he can glare at you; immediately, you realize your mistake, and hurry to correct yourself. “I’m sorry, sir,” you mutter. “It feels so good, please don’t stop.”

Josh groans, pressing his open mouth to your clit, lapping at it, breathing hard against you. He suddenly tugs his hands, as if he’s trying to break from your grasp, but he lets out a groan when he feels your grip tighten on his wrists.

He begins to suck on your clit now, and your hands move so your fingers are laced with his, still pinning him down. When you move, your hips are pressed closer to him, and you begin to very softly grind yourself on his face. As you do this, you hear Josh moan against you, squeezing your fingers as he toys with your clit even faster.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you gasp, closing your eyes and tipping your head back. You circle your hips faster, pressing down harder against Josh’s face just to hear his muffled moans.

Suddenly, Josh overpowers you, snatching his hands from your grip and hooking them around your thighs so he could bury his face against you. As he moves faster, fingers now digging into your thighs as he keeps you still, you struggle not to moan too loud; Josh, as if he could sense you holding back, smacks your backside hard.

“Jesus!” you gasp, leaning over him and pressing your hands to the floor.

You continue to roll against Josh’s face as best as you can, but Josh holds you so firmly against his face, you don’t have the ability to move as much as you’d like. When you feel your climax creeping closer, one of your hands grabs a handful of Josh’s hair and yanks hard. You moan loudly, nails digging into the carpet below you and letting go of your moans as loud as you can. Josh hums his approval, muttering incoherently against you.

Your climax courses through you, your muscles on fire as you continue to grind yourself against Josh’s face; he’s moaning just as loud as you are, locking you in place so you can ride out your orgasm. You place both of your hands on the floor above Josh’s head, bracing yourself as you try to come down from your high.

“Mmmm,” Josh hums, slapping you hard on your backside. You yelp, body still tender from your climax; you peer down at him, seeing him grinning up at you. Quickly, you roll off of him, laying on the floor beside him; when you tip your head to look at him, he’s smiling at you still while he licks the taste of you from his lips

“You’re never gotten me off without using your fingers before,” you mutter, running your hands through your hair. “You’re like a wizard with that tongue, aren’t you?”

“I can never get enough of the way you taste,” he says, with a soft chuckle. “We’re gonna have to do that a lot more often.”

anonymous asked:

Hey Gray! I love your blog :D I was wondering if you could do this request: RFA+Minor trio reacting to MC's and their own child being bullied in front of them (like maybe the bullies didn't see them RIGHT THERE) for being chubby but the daughter/son is like really chill and hits them with a 'I'm used to it it's ok' thank you :DD I'll request more now!! Good luck with your blog and excuse my english lolol

Hey now, you’re an all star I’m so sorry nobody is allowed to apologize for their English on this blog. You’re really good with it, so don’t worry at all! English is a bitch to learn, and if anyone judges you I will f i g h t. Also, no matter how many other blogs I’ve seen in the past, I still don’t know who makes up the minor trio. I’ve seen it mentioned a lot, and I always assumed it’s Jaehee, V, and Saeran. If it’s someone else, I’ll gladly write for them, too! (Dialogue of fat-shaming in Jaehee’s. Just a heads up!)


Yoosung:

  • He had to pick up your kid from school one day because he got off from work early
  • Yoosung drove there just a little too early when he saw your child getting harassed by three other kids
  • oh no
  • nonononono
  • Instead of just driving up, he parked that damn car and walked up
  • Just far enough so they thought he was a highschooler  even if hes older hes still small you can fight me on this
  • Once he was in earshot, his only thought was how dare they
  • The things they were saying were downright disgusting to him
  • Yoosung walked right up and tapped one of them on the shoulder
  • “Hey there buddy boy, I’m going to ask, no, tell you to kindly leave and never speak to my child again”
  • Your kid just kinda bip bopped along with him after he turned to leave after the kids had given half-hearted apologies
  • “Hey, Dad?” “What? Do you want ice cream? We can go. If you want to talk, we can do that, too” “I just wanted to say that you didn’t need to do that. What they said is pretty normal for me”
  • oh hell no
  • Yoosung just nodded slightly “But it doesn’t have to be” “It’s just like that, but can we still get ice cream?” “Yep! Just don’t tell, MC!” “Will you promise not to tell them about my school either? I don’t want them worried, since you seem to be”
  • So they went out to a small shop that wasn’t too far away from your home and talked about animals
  • Then once they got home, you could see him looking concerned at your child when the put their bag from school up
  • He went to his office and typed out an email
  • Turns out, he got the three kids suspended
  • PTA Dad Yoosung won’t stand for that shit
  • Didn’t tell MC because he promised

Zen:

  • You can’t tell me he’s not a PTA dad either
  • Sure, practice sometimes doesn’t allow him to go to every meeting
  • But you know he’s ready to fight Nancy at the bake sale because what were those brownies, Jesus, Nancy
  • aNYWAYS, you both had to go to one of those lame ass schools fairs
  • you couldn’t say no to your kid because those puppy eyes reminded you of Zen’s
  • You were waiting in line for food while Zen was buying tickets for things and you let your child go off with their friends
  • Then the yelling started dAMMIT, ZEN
  • “How dare you talk to my child like that?” “Well, um, sir-” “No, I’m not hearing it from you, young man” “I want to say-” “Not you either, young lady!”
  • Zen walked back with your kid in tow and he was fuming
  • “MC! Can we leave? There’s much better food at the restaurant we passed” “Only if you tell me what happened, because it looks like our daughter is perfectly fine” “No, she is nOT. They were making fun of her weight! How dare they insult our princess” “Zen, You sound like a script right now, calm down”
  • Your child just mumbled, “Well, that’s what happened during school anyways”
  • Turning around so quickly that you got bitch-slapped by his hair, he looked at your kid
  • He was n o t having this shit
  • “Who cares if you’ve got squish? There’s just more to love! Those kids are douchebags” “Zen-” “As long as you’re comfortable with you, there’s no issue. If you feel bad because of that snotbag, I will find out who his mom is and raise hell” “Zen-” “That one girl looked like her mom runs a drug cartel. I should know, too, because her mom is probably Bethany” “Hyun!”
  • He turned back towards you flashing a slightly awkward smile
  • “MC, that boy was a beast
  • “Not this again” Well, damn, if your kid is sick of it, he probably should be, too
  • You ended up leaving after your kid was done with his shit wanted to leave
  • He may or may not have raised a little hell on the board
  • Gave a two minute monologue on bullying at the monthly meeting

Jaehee: (Good end and after end spoilers)

  • Your son liked to hang around the café after school was done with a few friends
  • He came in one day with several people, a few being ones you recognized
  • You were taking orders and Jaehee was wiping down tables along with picking up dishes
  • cue dramatic plate falling when she overheard their conversation
  • “Maybe your clothes wouldn’t be so big if your  parents didn’t bake so much for you” “He’s right. All those pastries can’t be that great. Especially with how little you do in PE” “Maybe stop eating all of your lun-”
  • “Excuse me, but who are you, ma’am?” “Just a friend of this kid” “Get out of this café” “Who are you? Where’s the manager?”
  • “Mom, it’s fi-” “I’m Mrs. Kang, the owner of this establishment, and the disgusting comments you are making are towards my son. Leave
  • The girl turned bright red and moved to gather her things
  • Jaehee’s badass arm stopped her from properly getting up
  • “I thought it was heavily implied that you were to apologize”
  • She was downright glaring at this kid
  • You paused when nobody else was at the counter and turned your attention to what was going down
  • This look wasn’t even reserved for customers who threw orders at her
  • Once the girl left after having to repeat her apology several times, all the others followed, trying not to maintain eye contact with Jaehee
  • She slid in the booth across from your son and had a lengthy discussion about what was wrong for people to say
  • Jaehee had had enough in her life getting treated awfully, so your kid wasn’t allowed to have any of that
  • That night, you had to talk her out of fighting that kid
  • “Jaehee, that’s assault” “MC, it’s justice

Seven:

  • He was dicking around with the security system at your kid’s school
  • It’s not stalking if its not obsessive
  • The system’s visual aspect may not be strong, but the audio was pretty okay
  • Seven just wanted to hear what your child was doing after the bell had rung (I had to look up if it was rung or rang just now)
  • As soon as he heard what a person was saying that was most definitely not your child, he was ready to f i g h t
  • Your kid came back from school that day and went to greet him
  • He may or may not have turned around in an office chair dramactically
  • “So who’s Jun Ho? He sounds like a real biiiii-I mean, jerkwad” “How do you know who he is? He’s in one of my classes.” “Some teacher emailed me saying he was being rude to you. Making remarks on your appearance or something” “Oh, yeah, he does that a lot. It stopped bugging me awhile ago”
  • Red Alert: How About No?
  • “He shouldn’t be saying things like that in the first place. Why do you even talk to him?” “Jun Ho gives me food” “As much as I love food, you should never be degraded to get it” “But it’s soda, and I can’t take that to school” “You won’t get in trouble if no one finds out. That’s besides the point. Can you please drop that douuu-um, that trashcan? You don’t deserve to be told anything that’s negative about yourself that isn’t constructive”
  • Your kid just tried to assure him that It’s Fine, Dad but it most definitely Was Not
  • So then he went into every social media account he could find of Jun Ho’s and left some lovely messages and photos for the kid to find later

Jumin:

  • you know this motherfucker sent your kid to a private school
  • He didn’t realize that not every person would be magically nice to eachother
  • Just let him believe
  • Jumin was content with that for awhile until The Incident
  • Your son was walking back into your home as he was video chatting people at a party
  • For some reason, their conversation dropped off to what sports people were playing and some dumbass in the background made a rude remark to your kid
  • Jumin walked over and took the phone from your son’s hand and got the attention of the teenagers
  • holy shit, that was the dude that their parents made those important business deals with
  • that suit is probably worth more than all my organs
  • damn, he looks like he’s about ready to fail all of us in a class
  • Please refrain from ever contacting this phone ever again. Your words are unappreciated by myself”
  • Your son was desperately trying to mute him repeating that it was all okay
  • Jumin was still drilling these kids
  • “Furthermore, it is not any of your business to inquire about an individual’s health whatsoever. I will have you make good note that everything in this household is meticulously organized, so no, you’re not ‘concerned for his health’ or any other excuse that is as incompetent as yourselves. Have a good evening”
  • Sassy Jumin snapping that hang up button
  • Then he held out the phone to your son that took it nervously
  • “You’re never to speak to them again” “Dad, I-” “No, it is absolutely not fine. You will not be told that just because you’re not of the bare minimum weight, that you are any less of a human being. You are to be respected. If you are to speak to any of your classmates, please inform them that all business deals with their families will end soon.”
  • He most definitely called all of their parents that evening to tell them of these changes
  • Blocked every number he could
  • Also made sure that any future advertisements that were made by any department were to be inclusive of plus-size models

V:

  • There was a new museum and he was invited to attend it’s opening with his family
  • No way this Cotton Candy Man could say no when your daughter got excited at the mention of an artist she loved that was to have an exhibit showcased
  • Everyone had gotten dressed up for the occasion, including V in a snazzy I’m so sorry that I use that word suit, yourself in comfortable formal wear, and your daughter wearing a tighter blouse with a skirt
  • What she wore didn’t bug you or Jihyun, whatever made her the most loving to herself was fine by you
  • The three of you had walked in and were walking around to greet other guests and enjoy hors d'oeuvres
  • Your daughter walked off to admire the paintings until who you recognized as one of her fellow students walked up to her
  • There was no use in eavesdropping so you continued to walk as V walked into the room of the pieces
  • He honestly didn’t notice them until he could hear your child’s voice
  • Then he noticed what the other party was saying
  • Calm Dad walked over to them and apologized for his interruption in the conversation to tell off the student for what they were saying about your daughter’s outfit
  • “Hey, Dad, Mi Na wasn’t bothering me” “Then she was bothering me. Mi Na, please refrain from speaking negatively about my daughter’s appearance in the future. I assure you that whatever clothing she wishes to wear will not effect you”
  • You looked over to see the “Bitch, you ain’t shit” smile on his face and got interested to see what was going on
  • He explained to you the situation then spoke to your daughter again with a short lecture on Why She Was Perfect and Why People Suck
  • Got the girl kicked out from the museum afterwards
  • To make it up, even though “It was fINE, DAD,” V was able to get artwork from the artist your daughter was so excited to see

Saeran:

  • this one’s going to do with an ice cream parlor I’m sorry
  • He agreed to go on a family outing as long as the crowds weren’t too big
  • Hey, if you made it this far, don’t mess it up
  • To his favorite ice cream parlor first!
  • None of you cared if it was eleven am
  • It was always time for ice cream
  • While you three were waiting in line, your child noticed that the person scooping was the dickbag of an upperclassman that had been harassing them for a couple of weeks
  • Saeran noticed how they acted and offered to get a table with them so that it would fit into conversation easily
  • They nodded and went with them so that he could ask what happened
  • Your kid told him that the boy at the counter was giving him shit for his weight and that “It’s perfectly fine”
  • Then Saeran was p i s s e d
  • He assured them that they were perfectly fine as long as they liked themselves
  • Saeran then offered for them to go back in the line where you were ordering your food
  • Your child was slightly anxious as to what he’d do to the worker
  • He glared at that upperclassman so strongly that you thought he had killed Saeran’s joy in life
  • Considering how much Saeran loved his new family, he pretty much did, so the kid deserved to be scared for half a minute
  • He then smiled at you when you handed a cone to him and you sat down with the three of you eating happily
  • Saeran noticed the glances he was getting but didn’t mind them
  • He glared at the kid again for good measure when he held open the door

I’m sorry that this took me so long! Also, no offense if your name is Nancy or Bethany. They’re just my go to PTA Mom names. I’m going to try to get at least two requests up each day. I hope that this was to your satisfaction, but I’ll happily fix anything if you see fit. Much love to you all!

Undercover

Request: I would love a bucky x reader fic where bucky and reader have to go under cover and things get steamy. Maybe reader has to be a stripper or something like that

Summary: You and Bucky have to go undercover at a strip club that’s a cover for a Hydra facility. 

Warnings: Smut.

A/N: I really like this idea and I’m kinda tempted to do a part 2.

(Part 2)

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All of You (I Want All of You) | (Part 2) | (Part 3)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

A/N: This was a request, hope I get it right. :) My first post-negan era smut piece. Daryl is in the Sanctuary still and is approached by Negan’s daughter (Reader), she takes a liking to him and smut ensues. I didn’t get to the ‘Negan doesn’t approve’ part of the request, may have to make a second part if people like it.

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Y/N hated it here. All the men constantly eye fucking her and making lude jokes when he wasn’t around and all the women disgusted by her because she was his daughter. Not like you had any choice in the matter, if you had had a choice you would rather be out on your own taking your chances with the dead. You claw a little at your bedroom window, high above the sanctuary, staring jealously at the staggering walkers you see clawing their way toward the Sanctuary’s gate. One of your father’s men put it down immediately. You sigh in dissatisfaction and close the white lace curtain over the frame again and plop down on your bed.

I am so fucking bored. You say to yourself and begin to play absentmindedly with your hands. Suddenly your door slams open and your father makes his presence known.

“Y/N, I thought I told you I wanted to have dinner with you tonight? Get your ass over to the dining room.” Negan gruffly cried out, the vein in his neck popping from your disobedience. You roll your eyes and sit back up.

“Sorry, dad. I lost track of time.” You huff and walk out the door in front of him and head down the hallway to the small dining room his men had set up for us. You sit down at the four post wooden table and notice that the meal is already laid out for both of you, complete with placemats, utensils lined up on the right side, wine glasses, and a bowl of some sort of soup, still steaming with heat.

“What the fuck is this a five-star restaurant?” You scoff and slump down into the chair, disrespectfully.

You father sits down on the opposite side of the table, smiling to himself at the scene. His demeanor changes slightly at your words, “You’d do well to remember how good you have it Y/N.” He growled with a hint of anger.

“Oh yeah. How fucking good I have it.” You roll your eyes and begin to slurp your soup, you can taste corn, tomatoes, and green beans, as the hot liquid slides down your throat.

One of Negan’s men saunters into the room with a bottle of wine, ready to pour into both of your glasses. You allow him to fill your glass, after he pops the cork, you nod in appreciation. Alcohol was one of the only things that got your through with these assholes some days.

The man walks over to fill Negan’s glass and he looks up at the servant, covering his glass with his hand.

“Timothy, fucking tell me this is the merlot and not that fake grape shit again.” He glares at the man.

The man steps back a little, with fear in his eyes, looking again at the bottle, “Yes, sir.”

Negan removes his hand and nods, in a gesture to the man to continue. With now shaky hands the man pours Negan a glass, setting the bottle on the table.

“Will there be anything else, sir?” The man picks a point on the wall behind you both to fixate on as he speaks, with his arms militantly behind his back.

“No.” Negan replies shortly. The man nods once and turns to walk out of the room.

“Jesus, Dad.” You say, chuckling a little to yourself at what a dick he could be sometimes.

“What?” Negan replies, looking at her with laughter in his eye.

You laugh a little to yourself as you lift the bowl in front of you and gulp down the remaining liquid, wiping your hand across your face after you were done. You lift the glass of wine to your lips and sip on the liquid, watching as your father hungrily finishes his own dinner, and takes a sip of his own red elixir.

“So…” Negan begins, swirling the red liquid around in his glass.

Here we go. You thought and tensed up a little, taking a big swig of your drink this time.

“Have you thought anymore about what we discussed the other day?” He asked.

You grimaced a little and sighed heavily. As if it wasn’t bad enough being stuck in this post-apocalyptic world with a bunch of these losers, your dad now continued to insist you pick one for your own. You were a grown ass woman and here he is treating you like a teenager, asking you continuously if you had a boyfriend yet. You took another big gulp, nearly finishing your glass off, and stared your father down.

“What makes you think I would ever want to date one of your servants? None of them have any balls, they are all just a bunch of whining bastards that hide behind you. I want a real man and there doesn’t seem to be any around here.” You finish off your glass and slump back in your chair with your arms folded.

Negan sighed, “I know they aren’t much to pick from Y/N, but I want to know that you are protected when I’m gone or if something happens to me.” He says his voice softening, which didn’t happen much these days.

You relax your arms a little at his concern, “I know you are worried, dad. But I’m going to be okay all on my own.” Even before the world went to shit your dad was always worried about you, you didn’t date much, mostly because you were picky af and no one ever really measured up to your standards.

“Besides some whiny bitch boy isn’t going to be able to protect me anyway.” You scoff making Negan laugh out loud and lighten up again, that was the strong-willed daughter he knew and loved.

He took another swig of his wine and giggled a little.

“I’m just sayin… Fuck Y/N, we own this place and these people, you could have anyone you wanted, take your fucking pick.” He finishes the conversation there and gulps down the rest of his glass.

“When I find a man worthy of me, I’ll let you know. But don’t hold your breath.” You say toughly with a side smirk, something you definitely had gotten from the man sitting in front of you.

He chuckled again, nodding his head, while looking down.

You sigh a little, debating whether or not to have another glass of wine. Wine wasn’t your favorite, but you loved to feel the rush of the alcohol as it moved through you.

“Wish I could get a really fucking drink!” You say loudly, cocking your head to the side, looking at the doorway where the servant had entered before, nothing.

Negan sighed and nodded, he took a pair of keys out of his pocket and throw them across the table, they landed next to you with a thud.

“Go ahead. Take those down to the kitchen, I know we scavenged some good shit last week, take what you want Y/N.” He got up, not bothering to pick up any dishes, knowing that would be taken care of for him. He walked over to you and gave you a tussle on the top of your head.

“I’m fucking exhausted. I’m going to bed. Have a good night Y/N.” You smiled a little up at him and nodded. He walked over to the doorway before stopping at the frame and glancing back.

“Oh. And thanks for having dinner with your old man.” He smirks a little and heads out the door.

You grab the keys into your hands and get up out of your seat. Timothy waited until you were both out of the room to come back in and clean everything up.

You slide your hand along the concrete walls absentmindedly as your fingers traced them, room after room. You made your way down the stairs from the tower where you and your father’s rooms were, to the main floor where all the servants beds were huddled together like this was fucking sleepaway camp, you scoff a little at their cowardice. Heaven forbid they had to actually stand on their own two feet. You thought angrily, but pushed it out of your mind. You tried to never spend too much time thinking about them.

Your fingertips grazed down the long metal railing as your feet hit a long descending stairway into the basement. Your feet tapped along the hard cement floor as you walked off the stairs and turned right down the next hallway. You could see the four cell doors that were in front of you, on the left-hand side. You traced these metal doors, wondering who was in them. Poor bastards. You thought, wincing a little. You loved your father but you had never agreed with his tactics, not that you had a choice in the matter.

You lightly touch each door, silently hoping they were empty, but knowing in your gut that probably wasn’t true. After you pass the cell doors you take right and walk down another long hallway, until you reach the giant double doors of the dining room, which lead into the huge kitchen. You notice the padlock on the doors is unlocked and the chain is hanging to the side. Someone must be in here. You thought to yourself, confused as it was late and most people were already asleep.

You pull the doors open with dominance and walk into the room with authority, scanning for whoever was in the room. Your eyes scan the dining room tables, nothing, then in the corner of the room, behind the tables, you spot Dwight and another man dressed in a crappy white sweatshirt and matching sweats. Dwight is standing over this man, with folded arms and demeaning eyes. The man has his head low and a bunch of his hair in his face, as he mops up and cleans the floor of the mess hall.

Dwight’s head snaps over in your direction when he hears the you walk in, he smiles cockily. The other man does not look up and just continues about his task, walking over to push the mop back into the yellow bucket beside him.

“Hey there, Y/N.” Dwight says, licking his lips and looking you up and down.

Pig. You thought to yourself, folding your arms over your plain white t-shirt, that clung to your body.

“Dwight.” You say stoically, before walking over to the kitchen. You disappear behind the kitchen doors and start looking for the boxes your father had said were down here. You smile as you see what you came for, a bottle of half way decent vodka, your favorite. You grab a glass out of the cupboard and pour yourself a shot, downing it quickly and pouring another. You watch out the windows of the kitchen doors as Dwight stands over the man with dominance, spitting something hateful at him. You took another shot, grabbed the bottle and went back out into the dining room and sat on a table a couple of feet away from the man.

“Jesus, Dwight, can’t the man do his job without you whining at him like a little piss ant?” You laugh a little at yourself, and sip on your drink again. The best part about being Negan’s daughter is you could say whatever the fuck you wanted to whoever you wanted, and you really hated Dwight. Always acting like he was some kind of a God, when everyone knew he’s be the first to bend over to save his own ass.

Dwight says nothing for a moment and then walks over to you, putting his hands on the table you are sitting on, so that both hands are on either side of your cross-legged body. You just glared back at him, which made him chuckle a little.

“So, word is that your daddy is looking for someone to own you darlin.” He says coyly. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to flirt or just being creepy af, you decided probably both.

You kick your feet out and knock one of his hands off the table.

“That’s none of yours.” You say flatly.

“Well, what if I wanted to be this ‘someone,’ he teased, leaning closer still.

You scoff at this, “In your wet dreams Dwight.” You spat back at him.

“Why not?” He asked curiously. You knew he would never lay a hand on you without permission, so you were free to say whatever the fuck you wanted.

You took another swig from your glass and laughed a little.

“Really? ‘Why Not’? Well for starters I’m looking for a real man, someone who won’t bend over the minute my fucking father snaps his fingers. You are just like all the rest of them, except the size of your ego. But really, man?” You flick the vest he is wearing, flicking him on the side of his chest.

“Fuck, you can’t even live your life without stealing whatever someone else has. You think it is sexy to watch you walk around wishing you were someone else? I know who you stole this from, you’re pathetic.” You scoff at him. You had heard all the stories about a man named Daryl, the people from Alexandria, and Dwight’s run-ins with this mysterious figure. You had never met him, but he sounded like he was kickass and didn’t deserve Dwight’s wrath or humiliation tactics, hell no one did.

“I would never want a man like you.” You glare at him again, “Now, will you get the fuck out of here so I can enjoy my night?” You command him and he stands back up and begins to walk back over to the man with the mop.

“Come on, time to go back to your cage.” Dwight says and roughly grabs the man, who says nothing and allows himself to be whipped around.

“I said you get the fuck out of here. I’m a big girl, I can return him to his cell when he’s finished with his fucking job. He ain’t bothering me like you are and last I checked Negan doesn’t like when work goes unfinished.” Dwight sighed a little and looked away, as if you’d just kicked him in the balls. He says nothing more to the man or you and turns to walk out of the room.

“Shut the doors on your way out.” You command again.

Dwight walks to the doors and mumbles something, sounded like, “Bitch,” before slamming the doors shut behind him.

“Fucking Asshole.” You say out loud to yourself, pouring yourself another glass of liquid before setting the bottle back down beside you.

As your adrenaline subsides you remember suddenly that you are not alone in the room. You glance sideways to see the mystery man back to his task of mopping, his head still firmly fixed at the floor.

“Sorry about his shit.” You say lightly, the man does not respond, continuing to push the mop around in long strides. You notice how muscular he is, even under that god awful sweat suit. Your eyes take him in, he looked like he had been beaten several times over and was dirtier than you had ever seen someone, dirt clinging and crusting to his face and his hair, that fell over his silent eyes. Poor guy. You thought to yourself sadly.

You suddenly kicked your feet out from under you and scooted off the table, your feet slamming the concrete floor harshly. You walk over into the kitchen for a moment, not noticing the man’s eyes curiously on you for the first time. You re-emerge from the double doors with another glass in your hand. You walk over to the table that has your drink, grabbing your glass and the bottle before walking over to the table closest to the man. You pull two chairs out and slam both glasses down in front of each respective chair, that sit across from one another. You point to one of the chairs.

“Sit.” You commanded, but in a softer tone than you had used with Dwight.

His head slowly looked up, confusion in his eyes. He says nothing, but obeys.

You stand over him and begin to pour each of you a glass.

“I think you’ve earned a break.” You say with a sideways smile, before taking a seat in front of him, your back to the doors.

The man looks at the glass filled with liquid and does not touch it.

“Oh jesus, fuck.” You say, grabbing his glass and taking a swig, “I’m not here to poison you.” You laugh a little, harshly, and return his glass to him.

The man slowly takes the glass, using both of his big, rough hands to pull it to his lips for a small gulp. He winces a little as the alcohol hit a cut on his lower lip. You notice this and also notice all the cuts and bruising around his knuckles.

“Jesus, fuck. What the hell are they doing to you down here?” You ask angrily, more to yourself, as the man doesn’t seem to say anything. You shake your head in anger.

“I swear to fuckin god…” You say to yourself and walk back towards the kitchen. You fill up a small bucket of soapy water and grab a couple of towels. The mystery man takes another couple of swigs of his drink, happy to be drinking something other than dirt water.

You walk back over to the man, slide your chair out of the way and slide the table away, leaving your drinks on the wooden surface. You kneel down in front of the man, who sits in the chair more tense than ever.  You push one of the towels into the clean soapy water, and pull it out, wringing it in your hands a few times. You kneel up with the towel in your hand, he stares at you, trying not to show any emotion.

“My name is Y/N. I’m just going to clean you up a little okay?” You say with compassion in your eyes.

The man nodded a little and looked down, sadly.

You softly raise your hand up to brush the hair away from his eyes and notice his left eye is red and bruised from a beating, you guessed. You winced a little as your traced your fingers over it.

“Savages.” You mutter to yourself, making the man look sideways at you.

You begin to caress the warm wet towel over his forehead and over the inflicted eye, he growled a little at the pain.

“Sorry.” You say and continue down his face to run the fabric across his cheek, down his jaw, up to his other cheek, up to his other eye, down his nose, and finish by wiping all the dirt and blood off of his lips. He again growls when you hit the cut on his lip. You bend down and shove the towel back into the water, and wring it out again, you kneel back up and gently rub all the dirt and grime off of his neck, starting with the sides, moving to the back of his neck, and coming to the front, as you slowly use your other hand to push his head up so that you can clean the front of him. You slowly drudge the fabric up and down him and he moans out a little in pleasure. It felt so good to him to finally be rid of the dirt and grime he had had building up for weeks since they brought him here.

“There.” You say satisfied, with a little smile on your face, again removing the hair from his face and tucking it behind his ear. “And look, you can see those beautiful eyes now!” You smile proudly and bite your lip a little at your slip, the man didn’t seem to notice.

His eyes are softer now when he looks at you, but he still remains silent. You scoff a little.

“You are a quiet one, aren’t you?” You say out loud, still kneeling down by his side.

“At least tell me your name.” You said, starting to get a little irritated, you had little patience.

“Daryl.” He offered shortly and your eyes snapped up in surprise.

“Daryl? The Daryl?” You say, suddenly feeling like you were meeting your favorite superhero.

He scoffs a little as he allows his face to relax into a small smile and nods.

“Holy shit. You’re the stuff of legends around here.” You say laughing to yourself as you get back up and kick the bucket away. You pull the table over so that it is a few feet away from the man’s chair and hop back up onto the table, grabbing his glass and handing it to him, you grab yours as well.

You hold your glass out to him, in a gesture, he reaches out and clinks your glass.

“Man, I can’t believe I am meeting you! I was sure my father was going to kill you.” You say sadly looking at the ground. “But, if you’re still alive… He must have something big planned for you.” You say smiling a little, earning an angry growl from the man.

“I ain’t nobody’s bitch.” He says lowly and slams the liquid down his throat, reaching the empty glass out to you, gesturing he wanted more. You oblige, turning to grab the bottle behind you.

You turn back looking up at him through low eyes for a moment before filling the glass.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I just mean it probably means he will keep you alive.” You say apologetically, filling the glass.

He looks at you, his eyes opening to you more with every second. “If you call this living.” He scoffs and gulps down the liquid again.

“I’d give anything to be out there.” You gesture to the world beyond those walls. “I’d rather take my chances alone in the woods than be stuck here with these assholes.” You scoff, earning you another look of confusion from the man.

“Out there ain’t a place for a girl like you.” The man called Daryl says, in a serious tone.

“A girl like me?” You ask playfully.

He glares up at you, “You’ve probably been behind these walls so long you wouldn’t know how to protect yourself, too used to everyone taking care of you.” He says a little angrily, taking you aback a little, he was not wrong.

“So, who takes care of you?” You ask curiously and his head snaps up at you again.

“No one takes care of me. I’m my own man.” He says glaring into your eyes.

Yes, you are. You thought to yourself as you allowed your gaze to run over this man you had heard so much about.

You lick your lips a little, feeling something you had not felt in a long time, longing. You remember the moments where your fingers caressed his face and his lips, you lean forward a little lost in your own thoughts.

Daryl stares at you seriously, awaiting your response.

“I could take care of you.” You say slowly and boldly.

“What?” He asks, he seriously had no fucking clue what was happening.

You slowly stand up from the table and walk over to him, sitting down on his lap, straddling him with both hands. You look playfully into his eyes, brushing his hair away to see more clearly into them. He sits there in shock, watching you intently. He wasn’t sure what kind of game this was.

You notice as  stiffens under you, as you sit on him and smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you, Daryl. In fact, I want to do my part to help you feel better.” You say before softly kissing his battered left eye. Daryl flinches his face away in reaction, before looking back again at you, his head as far back as it can go, looking at you angrily.

“Girl, what are you doin?!” He commands, staring intently into your eyes.

You smile and softly run your hands up and down the sides of his face, he was so beautiful, even covered in bruises and scratches.  You trace the hurt areas of his face slowly.

“I told you. I just want to make you feel better.” You say before pulling his face back to yours. You kiss him softly again on the eye, his forehead, down his cheek, before reaching his mouth. You look up at him and see that he is watching you intently, still confused, but his eyes softening, as did his tense reaction, you feel his body lean a little closer into you as you watch him. You smile into his eyes and then look back at his lips, you slowly kiss his lower lip, kissing the cut on it ever so lightly. You feel the man growl into your lips. You lick along his lips, grazing your tongue across his upper lip, trying to get him to allow you access.

You hear another, deeper growl and his lips begin to part. You slowly slide your tongue into his mouth and suck on his tongue, you feel him put his hands on you, resting on your sides. You moan a little at his touch, you forgot how good that felt. You being to swirl your tongue around his, slowly at first, and then picking up the pace, he pulls you slowly into him, willfully starting to kiss you back, swirling his tongue gently around yours. He moans into your mouth and you feel yourself getting wet just by the sound of him. You gently swirl your tongues around and around, it becomes more passionate with each second. You break away from his mouth and begin to kiss down his newly washed neck, first in the front, as he lifts his head in pleasure, and then making your way around to the side of his neck, devouring his skin with your mouth. You lick and suck up his neck and just under his ear, you nibble the sensitive area and feel him writhe underneath you.

You detach your mouth again and lean back in his lap to look at him. His eyes were glowing with lust as he looked you up and down, still a little confused by just what was happening. He looks over at the double doors that you had both came through and then back at you.

“Don’t worry. Everyone’s asleep.” You reassure him, taking one of his hands from your side and using your own hand to guide it up to your awaiting breast. You lean your head back and cry out a little as you use his hand to pleasure you.

“That feels so good.” You cry out to yourself and his hand begins to do the work on his own, gently massaging you over your bra. He begins to get braver and tries to shove his hand underneath your bra, under your shirt.

“Mmmm” He moans to himself as he feels your rock hard nipple under his hand, he massages and pinches it a few times, watching in pleasure as you moan to yourself.

You pull his hand away from you, dropping it back to his side.

“No, no, honey. This is all about you right now.” You moan, feeling yourself getting wetter by the moment, all you wanted was him all over you, but you wanted to make him feel better.

You get off of his lap and pull him up off of his chair, so that you are both standing facing each other, you look at his broad chest and shoulders and begin to caress your arms up and down them, first his shoulders, and then down his chest, until your hands reach the waistline of his sweatpants. You look down in between you and can see he is already so hard, you cup his cock from outside his pants and he cries out a little.

“Fuck.” He moans in reaction. You smile and reach your hands back up to his waistline. Ever so slowly you begin to pull down his pants, you kneeling down to the floor as the fabric does the same. You pull the pants down past his hips allowing his hard cock to spring free, you moan a little at the sight of how big he is and continue to pull his pants down, until they are resting on the floor at his ankles.

You kneel down in front of his cock and look up at him. He is staring at you with raw desire.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.” You moan and graze your hand down your own breast for a moment before focusing on the task at hand.

You lick your lips and slowly lick your way up and down his long shaft.

“Oh yeah.” He cries out to himself softly.

You continue to lick up and down, and come up to his head and swirl your tongue lightly around it, earning you another moan. You pull away just for a second, long enough for him to snap his head down at the loss of contact. You giggle a little before shoving him into your mouth, long and hard.

“Fuck yeah!” He cries out and you begin to bob your head up and down onto his hot cock, over and over. Tasting him already, you swirl your tongue around his tip again a few more times, before continuing to shove his cock down your throat.

Suddenly, you feel him pull your head back by the hair, you moan in pleasure. You look up at him and he is licking his lips, fucking you with his eyes. He pulls you up by your shoulders, until you are standing again facing him. He doesn’t say a word, but continues to fuck you with his eyes. 

He grabs your arms and shoots them up into the air, you comply with a smile, he rips your t-shirt off and his hands go to your back, where he caresses you softly a few times before unclasping your bra. You took your hands down and slowly dipped out of each strap, before letting it fall to the floor. He stands back a little to take you in, he smiles and begins to kiss your neck.

“So sexy.” He says softly into you as he ravages your neck with his mouth. He licks the side of your neck up and down before crashing his lips onto you, behind your ear, he sucks and licks harshly now, with more need, as his hands come up to caress both of your bare breasts, his hard cock pushing against your denim jeans, glistening a little. You reach over and pull at his shirt, trying to tug it up, while he has his hands on you, you moan frustrated. He chuckles noticing your futile efforts. He removes his hands from you for a moment before pulling the shirt off of himself in one quick motion. You bite your lip and smile in appreciation as you notice his large frame in all its glory. Those fucking arms. You thought to yourself, even more turned on than before.  

He strides back into you, pushing your ass into the table behind you. He crashes his lips back onto yours and sucks and swirls on them with urgency.

“Let’s get these off.” He says, breaking the kiss, to look down at your pants. His hands easily unbutton them, you feel the zipper descend, and feel his rough hands yank and pull your pants down, as he leans down with the fabric to set you free. You help him and step out of your jeans leaving you only in your panties. He stands back up and stares at your pussy through the fabric, you have already soaked through them.

“Damn.” He mutters staring at your pussy in admiration. He slowly reaches his hand out to touch you, he slightly slides his fingers up and down your folds through the fabric, making you cry out and arch your hips.

“Yeah, baby!” You cry, as he makes his way up to encircle your clit with his fingers. His fingers are already wet from your juices and he growls a little, as he slowly moves the fabric aside and teases your folds again. You arch into him over and over, with your head back and eyes closed, trying to feel every moment purely.

He slowly slides one of his fingers into you and you arch hard into it.

“Fuck yeah!” You scream and he shoves another one in, slowly pumping into you with his hand. You cry out again, this time snapping your head back to face him, you want to feel him, you pull his shoulders closer and start to devour his mouth again, harshly kissing into him, as he pumps into you.

You look at him with passion, breaking the kiss.

“I want you. I want all of you.” You say breathlessly, staring at him with pleading eyes.

He smirks a little and nods in agreement. He removes his hand and shoves your panties down to the ground, you kick them off alongside your pants. He pushes you back into the table and suddenly lifts you up by your ass and slams you onto the table.

He grabs your ass with both hands, on either side of you. You love feeling his rough touch on your skin. You cry out his name into his neck, wrapping him around you again.

“Daryl. I’m ready for you, please! I want you inside me!” You command.

He takes his rough hands off your ass and grabs your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He kisses you passionately once more before looking down to align his cock with your awaiting pussy. He slowly pushes himself into you and you moan in pleasure, he was so fucking big inside your tight pussy.

“Oh My God! Yes!” You scream in pleasure, as he pumps into you again a few more times, painstakingly slow.

“Oh Daryl. Yes. Harder!” You scream and he begins to pump into you faster and harder. You arch into him with your hips, finding his rhythm, until you are both slamming against each other. He thrusts into you long and hard and with each thrust he hits your clit.

“Fuck yeah!” He cries out and grabs your ass harder, trying to pull you as close into him as possible. You slam against each other over and over, long and hard, and you can hear the table legs slide and groan underneath you two, as it tries uphold you.

“Harder baby, yeah!” You moan as he begins to fuck you as hard as you have ever been fucked, he thrusts into you longer and faster, slamming into your clit over and over, faster and faster.

Suddenly you can feel yourself nearly there.

“Right there baby, faster! I’m going to cum!” You cry out and he thrusts into you faster and shorter, hitting the same spot you had told him felt so good. Faster and faster he slams into you, until you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck! I’m cumming! Fuck yes!!” You scream as you slam your hips back into his over and over, cumming all over his cock.

You feel him slamming into you hard and fast as you continue to cum around him. A few more long thrusts inside of you and you feel him explode inside you.

“Fuck yes!!” He cries out, throwing his head back as he cums inside you. He thrusts into you a few more times, earning him a moan of pleasure from your mouth, before pulling himself out of you and leaning against your neck, exhausted.

You are both covered in sweat and breathing heavily as you hold each other up. He wraps his arms around you, while trying to regain his breath. You do the same, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, listening to your heart pounding in your ears.

“Damn.” He mutters into you and you smile.

Once your breathing returns to normal you pull yourself up and look into his satisfied eyes. You kiss his forehead lightly and look into him again.

“Thank you.” You say, not realizing how long it had been since you had been pleasured, and even then nothing compared to this.

He scoffs a little and leans up to kiss your neck.

“Thank me?” He says jokingly.

“Shit girl, thank you!” He says smiling a full smile, the first one you had seen, it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

He stands back up and looks at his sweat suit on the floor with disgust, he knew he had to put it back on, but it was the last fucking thing he wanted to wear.

You look at him and anger returns to your being. You hated how this amazing man was being treated.

You stand up and reluctantly begin getting dressed yourself as Daryl disappointingly returned to his attire.

When you were fully dressed you walk over to him and put your hand on his chest, looking up into his eyes.

“I will get you your shit back.” You say matter-of-factly and continue, “And I will find a way to get you out of that fucking cell.”

“You can bet on it.” You finish before taking his lips longingly back into yours for as long as you could before you knew you’d have to lock him away again. It was going to be dawn soon, but you would savor him for as long as you could for now…

Control

TITLE: Control


CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being the only SHIELD agent capable of ‘controlling’ Loki (meaning the only one he actually behaves for) out of all the ‘handlers’ he’s had, much to everyone’s surprise. Eventually, they ask you how you manage it and you reply with, “Maybe just be nice to him?” Nobody believes that’s it, of course, but it totally is; he genuinely just loves that you actually treat him like a person instead of this troublesome thing nobody wants around.

RATING: G

NOTES/WARNINGS: Why is it that every time I try to work on my existing fics, I end up writing something completely different?

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   She hadn’t noticed it at first. She didn’t make a habit of socialising with most of the people she worked with, it wasn’t in her nature and they simply didn’t have that kind of relationship; and so she’d missed the looks she had begun to receive since she’d been given her current assignment, going about the workdays completely oblivious.

   Loki, on the other hand, had definitely noticed; it contrasted so sharply with the looks they gave him as he trailed behind her, after all. Usually, he just smirked in return, maybe even waved, turning their glares even colder. The whole situation was terribly amusing, he thought.

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“Ticks” Spencer Reid Imagine

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?”

Every day it was the same question, and every day it was the same answer.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.”

You would even punctuate it with a smile, reminding yourself to crinkle your eyes so that he couldn’t tell it was a fake one.

But something in your gut told you he already knew.

You would try to hid your nervous ticks from him, like the way you always crinkled your eyes up, using the apples of your cheeks to make sure your glasses were straight on your face.

Or the way you would adjust them with your right hand if you were immersed in a conversation that made you uncomfortable.

Or the way you would tap your fingers on your right hand in an alternating order whenever you were looking for answers within a case file.

Thumb, middle, pinky, pointer, ring.

Thumb, middle, pinky, pointer, ring.

Thumb, middle, pinky, pointer, ring.

Over and over again until you either brought your thumb to your lip because you came across something disturbing, or bit down on your lower lip because you were following a theory you had come up with.

After a while, Spencer started doing things to help you calm down in the field, like flattening the palm of his hand on your mid-back and pushing his fingertips in on either side of your spine.

Or rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

Or wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

He knew when you ran off to the bathroom unexpectedly, you were trying to regulate your breathing as your hand shook.

But this morning you weren’t in the bullpen.

You weren’t chewing on your lip or adjusting your glasses or tapping your fingers.

“Hotch?  Have you heard from Y/L/N?” Spencer asks.

“I was actually coming to ask you that question,” Hotch admits.

Furrowing his brow as he gazes at the elevators worriedly, Hotch comes and stands beside him.

“Why don’t you go check on her?” he offers.

And as Spencer grabs his bag and bolts for the opening doors, his heart rate races as worry begins to flood his throat and cloud his judgement.

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As the taxi pulls up to your house, Spencer swallows hard as he realizes all of the lights in your home are turned off.

Thanking the driver and paying him well, Spencer turns back towards your house as he bounds up the driveway and knocks furiously on your door.

“Y/N?” he says, continuously knocking on your door, “Y/N, it’s me.  Are you there?”

Coming to in your bed as you roll over, the furious knocking ringing your ears, you grumble as you slowly scoot out of bed, throwing your robe on over yourself as you shuffle out to your front door.

“Y/N-”

Throwing the door open as Spencer pauses mid-knock, his fist in the air as he quickly drops it to his side, you furrow your brow as the daytime sun blazes past you and into your home.

“What time is it?” you croak, your brows furrowing together as you poke your head outside.

“It’s 9:30 am,” Spencer says, looking you up and down as he breathes a sigh of relief.

“Oh shit,” you mutter, leaving the door open as you run into your room, searching for your anxiety medication as you throw the bottle open and count the pills.

“Oh, god,” you groan, holding your head as you search for your phone, Spencer poking his head around the corner into your bedroom.

“Are you alright?” he asks sheepishly.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” came your rhetorical response.

It stopped you in your tracks.

“Hotch,” he answers the phone.

“Y-yes,” you say as you slowly turn towards Spencer, his puppy dog eyes begging you for the truth as you begin to speak again.

“Hotch, I am so sorry.  I…um…I overslept.  My alarm didn’t go off and I didn’t wake up until Spencer came banging on my door.  It won’t happen again, I promise.”

You raised your hand up to push your nonexistent glasses up on the bridge of your nose…something you did when you knew you were lying.

“Everyone’s allowed to be late…once,” Hotch says, “Get cleaned up and come on in with Spencer.”

“Yes, sir,” you say as you hang up the phone, tossing it onto your bed as it bounces on the mattress and off of the other end.

Standing in your darkened bedroom as you grab your bottle of anxiety medication, you pop the top and toss your head back, dry-swallowing the pill thrown at the back of your mouth.

“Y/N?” Spencer asks.

You had forgotten he was here.

Jumping at his voice, you turn around, realizing he has stepped into your bedroom.

“Talk to me,” he begs, barely above a whisper.

Staring at his chest as you raise your right hand to once again adjust your nonexistent glasses, you sigh as your hand drops off to your side.

“Anxiety,” you breathe, lazily motioning to your bottle of pills on your bedside drawer.

“How long?” he asks.

“Uh…about 7 years now.”

“Any particular reason?” he inquires.

Shaking your head, you feel your hands begin to tremble as your breathing starts to shallow out again.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he coos, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, “It’s alright.  It’s just me.”

“It uh…it makes me very tired,” you say as you pull away from him, tears flooding your eyes, “…when I forget to take it.  I must have fallen asleep early last night and forgotten to take it.”

“Are you alright?” he asks, grasping your shoulders with his hands and bending down to your eye-level.

“Once this medication kicks in, I will be a lot better,” you say.

You saw Spencer actively searching for your tick as his small grin grows into a smile, realizing that it isn’t surfacing.

“Go get cleaned up for work.  We can stop for coffee before we get in,” Spencer smiles.

“That sounds wonderful,” you breathe, a light, relieving chuckle escaping your lips as you turn towards your bathroom.

“Y/N?” Spencer calls out.

“Yeah?” you respond, turning around towards him.

“If we are ever on a case, you know…in the hotels and such…and you wake up struggling, or something…”

Searching his body as you watch his shoulders tense, you smile lightly at him as you nod.

“Thank you, Spencer,” you say.

“N-not a problem,” he offers back with a weak smile.

“Just promise me one thing?” he says, almost as an afterthought.

“What is it?” you ask, not bothering to turn back towards him.

“Please don’t lie to me anymore.  I know when you’re not alright.  And I can help.  I promise I can.”

The hurt in his voice made your soul ache.

“I promise,” you say, choking back the tears as you cross the threshold into your bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you let go of the breath you realized you were holding.

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Drugged

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CRIMINAL MINDS; SPENCER REID X READER

Prompt: the reader begs to be drugged instead of Reid.

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You and Spencer were in the car, heading the Jose Lewis’ home. The case involved an UnSub that drugged an killed the victims with a knife. Jose fit the profile so you had to talk to him.

“Be careful” your friend and collegue said, parking the car in front of the house “if he is the UnSub he’ll not be happy to see two FBI agents. He could react in every way.”

Listening to him, you were already in front of his door and rang his doorbell.
The door opened and the man looked at you with a question mark on his face.

“Good morning sir, I am Agent (y/l/n) and he is Dr. Reid. We’re with the FBI, can we talk?”

The kind-looking man let you sit on his couch, offering you a glass of water.
Then nothing.
You opened your eyes in a dark place. There was just a lamp that allowed you to see that there was Spencer next to you, his eyes still closed.
Your hands and feets were tied, his too.

“Spencer!” you screamed in the hope of waking him up.
You had called him multiples times before you could see his eyes opened.

“Oh god, you’re alive!” you exclaimed gratefully.

“Where are we?” he asked still overwhelmed.

“I don’t know, but I think that…”

Suddenly the door in front of you opened and a huge figure walked in.
He was Lewis.

“You are awake. I thought I had put too much sleeping draught in the water. I didn’t think you could be so innocent.”

“Our team will find us.” you said quietly.

“Maybe, or maybe not. Now” he said taking out of his pocket a syringe “I need your friend to be asleep so we can talk better Agent (y/l/n), about how you found me.”

Spencer was dying of fear. You looked at him with a comforting face, like ‘everything is gonna be fine’.
He couldn’t be drugged, not after Tobias Henkel. His recovery time was like hell, but he did it, he was clear now and you didn’t want to allow Lewis to ruin Spencer again.

“Don’t do it, please” you told the UnSub “you can talk to my collegue. Drug me instead.”

“And why would I do that?”

“(Y/n) please, don’t.” Spencer whispered.

You looked at him once again with an invisible smile. Of course you were scared, but you needed to be strong for Reid.

“Don’t ask anything and take me instead of him, you don’t need me.”

The UnSub thought about if for a bit for then doing what you asked for.

“(Y/n), keep your eyes open.” Spencer was keeping say.

You tried to, but you couldn’t stay stay strong for long. You had fought to stay there with Reid because he needed someone in a moment like that.

“(Y/n)…” he whispered with teary eyes.

“Don’t worry man, she’ll wake up. I’ve not murdered her yet.”

“Listen Lewis, don’t kill her. I am begging you. That’s what you like, right? When people beg you. I know it from your profile. Don’t kill her, she deserves to live.”

“Why are you begging for each other life?” he asked, not caring to listen the answer.

“Because I love her and I’d kill myself for her.”

When you opened your eyes again, you could see Spencer in front of you.

“Am I dead? Or am I in hospital?”

He chuckled at your questions.

“You’re in hospital, don’t worry.”

His hand brushed your white cheeks first, then the hole on your arm. He touched it softly, like it was still hurting.

“You didn’t have to… I mean, it could be dangerous.”

You kissed his hand, holding it. You two used to cuddle in that way.

“You are welcome, Reid.” you said, understanding it was his way to say ‘thank you’.