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My freedom of speech and my kinks against the canon.
isn't that crazy?
peter parker x fem!reader
summary: reader storms into peter's apartment, upset over her last tinder date being a complete tool and refusing to eat her out. peter gets a little... distracted.
wc: ~2.1k
cw: ! MDNI ! not full smut, but descriptions of peter being hard, talking about oral (fem!receiving), dry humping, hints of peter being an absoulte munch, swearing, peter getting so embarassed he makes half-jokes to himself about suicide, friends to lovers sexual tension babyyyyyyyyyy
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he didn't mean it. honestly.
in fact, there's nothing peter wanted more in this moment than not to be painfully hard. but here he was, and he didn't know what the fuck to do.
you had let yourself into his apartment with your spare, angrily marching down his hallway already yelling, up in arms about your latest shitty tinder hook up. his bedroom door slammed open, causing him to jump from where he was working at his desk. he looked to you with wide eyes as you continued the rant you'd started upon entering the threshold of his apartment.
"i mean, seriously? i give you the best head of your life, and you return with saying how 'disgusting' going down on me would be? and then you have the audacity to get mad at me when i don't want to fuck you? what the fuck is wrong with the men of new york?!"
you threw yourself down on his bed, frustrated sighs wracking through your chest as you attempted to calm yourself down, hands rough in your hair. peter stared back with bewilderment, and unfortunately, upon the thought of eating you out, an insane hard-on.
it's not like you hadn't talked about sex in the past five years of knowing peter, the two of you told each other everything. peter had just never seen you so... vulgar about it. so frustrated. he knew he needed to come up with a response â hell, he should've a solid thirty seconds ago â but he was currently willing his blood to stay in the upper half of his body, failing miserably as he couldn't fight off images of you spread for him out of his mind.
"what do you think, pete?" your voice snapped him back to earth.
"w-what?"
you gave a shrug, staring down at your lap and thankfully not seeing peter adjust himself and bring a sweatshirt into his own lap.
"i dunno, maybe i'm being the crazy one here. is it so bad to want head in return?" you stared at him expectantly, like you hadn't just asked him the most insane question he'd ever heard.
he shook his head a little too quickly, mentally cringing at how awkward he was being. parker, pull your shit together!
"no," he responded honestly. "i don't think you're being crazy." i think he's crazy for not wanting to.
you gave another heavy sigh, this time your turn to shake your head. "this is the third guy in a row who was appalled i even dare to bring it up. isn't that fucking crazy?"
peter nodded as though he was in a trance, eyes glossy as he stared at you. his reply fell to a whisper, not trusting the pitch of his own voice right now. "fucking crazy."
he held your gaze for a while as you sat in a comfortable silence. maybe for you, peter, however, was looking for any possible exit strategy that could come his way. his mind was going a million miles per hour, rushing thoughts of having you under him keeping him twitching against his sweatpants. he shifted in his seat, a lapse of judgment on peter's end as the sweatshirt in his lap moved against his groin, a sharp exhale falling from his gaped lips as he did everything in his power to hold back a moan.
if you noticed, you didn't let him know, giving him a soft smile as you stood from his bed to walk closer, gaze now heavy on the physics notes sprawled on the desk. you leaned over his shoulder, a hand on the back of his chair to stabilize yourself as you peered down.
"i'm sorry for complaining about my trashy sex life, this looks a thousand times more important. jesus, what even is all this?"
you leaned down further, your chest now brushing against his shoulder blade as you skimmed the papers, breath hot against his ear. normally, your proximity was no issue for peter â you've been best friends for years, touch wasn't foreign. but with his current circumstances, your touch against him was sending his senses into overdrive, and he was going to combust.
"j-just... physics... i-i guess." he stuttered, not daring to move his head a millimeter as your cheek nearly grazed his own.
you gave a gentle chuckle, the sound earning a groan deep in peter's throat before he knew to stop it. "yeah, i could figure out that much, parker. what's up with you? you're being weird."
you pull back slightly to adjust, immediately turning around to sit on peter's knee. again, it was something you'd done hundreds of times before with no other thoughts or implications, but with the sinful chains around his thoughts right now, it only threw him off more. you went to grab the sweatshirt in his lap, hoping to shift onto him more comfortably. he immediately grabbed your hand to stop you.
"no! i-i mean, i'm fine. i'm not being weird." he let go of your hand, crossing his arms and giving you a shrug, his best attempt at coming off nonchalant. his best wasn't good enough.
"yeah right, peter. what's your prob-" while speaking, you had grabbed for the sweatshirt quicker this time, using the momentum to immediately swing your leg over both his thighs to sit in his lap properly. you sat down fully, cheeks instantly flushing pink, "oh."
there were many times in his life when peter thought about ending it all, but none as much as now. he was going to have to either move countries, or jump from the empire state without his web shooters. those were the only two options circling his head as his wide eyes met yours, a red tint taking over his entire upper body.
"i'm so sorry, h-holy shit," he breathed out, grabbing at your hips to lift you off of him so he could get out of here as quickly as possible. you resisted him, though, doing what you could to fight against him and stay firmly planted on his lap. that made him panic even more. because, of course. he wasn't going to have time to kill himself. you were going to kill him first.
"i-i tried to, i don't... i'm so sorry."
you put your hands on his chest, a genuine look of bewilderment splayed across your features. "is that... is this because of me? what i was talking about?"
not only were you going to kill him, you were going to torment him about it first. and he knew he deserved it.
"peteâ"
"i'm so sorry, please let me go, i didn't, iâ"
"pete, listen to me."
"this is so embarrassing, i really didn't mean toâ"
"peter," you let out his name in a voice he hadn't heard before, something torn between a growl and a moan â all while dragging your hips up against him. he gave a shaky exhale at the pressure, the feeling of you rutting against his cock stopping his guilty rambling.
you found his gaze, his pupils blown and irises dark, a direct correlation to the twitching of his cock as you gave him another soft roll of your hips. his hands found your hips again, holding you firmly in place to stop the teasing movement. his brows knit together, geunine confusion plastered across his face.
"what... what are you doing?" he was breathless, chest heaving as he stared back at you. you hesitantly reached a hand to his hair, palm splaying out on his scalp as your thumb traced circles on his temple. even in his worst possible moments, you were there to calm him down. he had absolutely no idea why you weren't yelling at him, or what you were even still doing here, but he wasn't going to fight it. he melted into your touch, and his breathing hitched as you leaned in closer.
"have you always felt this way?" you whispered, breath against his cheeks sending goosebumps across his body.
"felt... what?" he tried to play dumb, despite the fact that you could also feel how excruciatingly hard he was against you. when he daydreamed about confessing he was in love with you, this was never a scenario in his head.
you let your hand graze slowly down the side of his face, fingers coming to trace his sculpted jawline. his breath didn't just hitch at this point, he was pretty sure his lungs stopped working entirely.
"why haven't you ever said anything?" it wasn't angry, it was a genuine question.
he let out a scoff, a hand leaving your hip to scratch the back of his neck, embarrassment covering his features for the hundredth time this evening. "yeah, well. this isn't exactly how you want to tell your best friend you love her."
your eyes widened, and peter's followed, realization of his words hitting him.
"you love me?"
"holy shit, that's, i didn't, oh my god that'sâ"
peter's panic was cut off and replaced with awe as he felt your lips crash against his, a feeling he'd been dreaming of since the day he'd met you back in high school. he immediately reciprocated, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and letting a long overdue moan escape from his lips. you smiled against it, both hands interlocking with those brown curls you'd been dying to run your hands through, just like this.
peter nipped at your bottom lip, earning a sharp gasp from you that allowed his tongue much-needed entry into your mouth. the kiss was nothing short of hungry, years of pent-up feelings being released hot and noisily as peter bruised his lips against yours.
he pulled back sharply, out of breath and looking at you as though you weren't real. "wait, i dont... you...?"
you laughed at the lack of his question, though instantly understanding him. you gave a soft nod, a blush creeping over your cheeks as you brought your hands to cup his face. while the kiss was downright sinful, the way you looked at him filled him with nothing but reverence.
"every shitty tinder date happened after i chickened out of telling you how i felt. i just couldn't stand to lose you, peter." you added sadly.
he gave you a knowing look, nodding in agreement. "i know what you mean," he squeezed your hips, a contagious smirk controlling his lips. "wait, you've been going on shitty tinder dates since we moved out for college three years ago."
you returned the smirk, fingers trailing down to ghost the tendons in his neck. "i know."
peter pulled you in again, no longer embarrassed at the desperate noises escaping his throat as he attacked your lips, this kiss somehow hungrier than the last. you grinded down against him again, a raspy "fuck" leaving his swollen lips as he held a firm grip on your hips to keep you moving.
you chuckled at his desperation.
"you're telling me i could've been doing this the whole time instead of shitty jocks thinking its gross to make a woman feel good?" you sighed out as he trailed down your neck, teeth nipping and bruising your soft flesh as he continued to move against your hips, leaving you to soak up the feeling out how hard he was underneath you.
peter groaned in frustration, standing quickly with you still wrapped around his hips. he held you with one arm as though you weighed nothing, lips still attached to the pulse point in your neck. he used the other to catch himself as he threw you down onto his bed. you gasped, your back hitting the soft mattress as you took in peter's frame over you, hands on either side of your head.
he pulled back from his artwork on your neck, his jaw clenched. "i can't believe anyone could ever tell you such nonsense,"
he leaned down again to peck at your lips, hands making their way down to explore your sides. "i can't tell you what an honor it is to even think about how good you taste," he growled in your ear.
you gave a gasp, his words alone enough to have your cunt aching, as if you hadn't been since the second you sat down on his lap. "you... you think about that?"
he let out a chuckle as he sat back, his hands teasingly making their way to the button of your jeans. he ran his fingers under your waistline as his other hand tugged at your zipper, the feeling of your muscles tensing under his touch driving him absolutely crazy.
"more times than you could torture out of me," he pulled your jeans down, nearly finishing in his sweats at the sight of the delicate lace underwear against your burning skin.
"can i show you what i think about, sweetheart?"
: ÌÌâ But he doesn't like me, does he?
㠀㠀â â â â â ă €â â ââ©ËËË Clark Kent x Reader
synopsis : There was one thing you knew for sure, absolutely certain: Clark Kent didnât like you. Not in an angry or rude way, he was still polite, still himself. But you could feel it. His body language and attitude gave everything away. Your coworkers kept insisting you were wrong, but then why did he keep avoiding you?
cw : smut, unprotected sex, coworkers to lovers, idiots in love, insecurities, height difference, chubby reader. (david!clark kent) words : 12.7k
㠀㠀â â â â â ă €â â masterlist â ao3 â more
OBSESSED with this samism
promiscuous
in which spencer reid doesn't like that flirty!reader is going on a date. he makes that known. (bandages universe)
flangst, 18+ for discussions of sex warnings/tags: gn!reader I think, mentions of going to a bar/going for drinks, very suppressed mutual pining, jealousy from Spencer, reader implied to engage in casual sex, reader calls themself a slut somewhat disparagingly but like as a joke, it all gets resolved, he is very sweet, he rambles when he's nervous a/n: oh God I love them so much they are like so in love and they literally have no idea at all because they're so dumb... but WE can tell.. turning point for them
âPenelope wanted me to confirm that you guys are coming to drinks with us tonight?â
Itâs something of a standing tradition for the BAU on the last Friday of every month, and usually youâd agree, but tonight, you have other plans.Â
âRaincheck for me,â you say, sliding some files into your bag which you do not plan on reviewing. âI have a thing.â
âWhat thing do you have on a Friday night?â Morgan asks skeptically. You donât bother looking at him as you hide a smile.Â
âAÂ date, Morgan. You jealous?â
âYouâre going on a date?â
Youâd nearly forgotten Spencer was in the room until he spokeâheâs been in one of those quiet moods of his where he sort of floats around everyone else and makes himself insubstantial. As you cast him a sidelong glance, trying to figure out his tone of voice, you see heâs frowning. Nearly grimacing. His brows are drawn so tight youâre worried heâll give himself a headache.Â
defiance | king!sukuna x concubine!reader master list
chapter twenty: sumire
summary: a psychic shares her vision with the king, saying that his soulmate would replace all 5 of his concubines one day. he had her banned from the premises for that absurd prediction. it wasn't until months later when he started believing the old bitch, after one cute yet disobedient servant started working at the shrine.
word count: 5.7k
a/n: tw!! mentions of death, grief, and postpartum depression. also, the name sumire means violet flower â€ïž
âHave you made your final decision?â Yamato asks, after his rather long and difficult conversation with Mariko.Â
âI have. Iâd like to continue staying here. Iâve found meaningful work in being an advisor, something not a lot of retired concubines get to do. I think moving on to working as your official advisor would be a step in the right direction, if thatâs alright with you.â She says, playing with her empty cup that was once filled with sake.Â
âOf course itâs alright with me, youâve done a wonderful job advising the king these past 2 years.â The shogun reminisced. âAnd what about Uraume, have you spoken to them?â
âUraume will move on to become a spy for the region, seems like thatâs their true calling.â She lightly smiled. Uraumeâs been doing their best to keep a brave face, but you could tell theyâve found themselves to be a little lost as well during these uncertain times.Â
Itâs been a long day for these two, going over Sukunaâs will and trying to find the best way to move forward, although there truly wasnât. The mystery around his disappearance will live on in their minds for the rest of their lives, there most likely wouldnât be a point where theyâd find themselves âmoving onâ. The man wouldâve never guessed how much he was loved, even if it were just by a handful of peopleâ even Yunaâs aura darkened at the mention of him.Â
Along with trying to accept the new normal, they found difficulty in what exactly the ârightâ steps were. There was specific wording in the will and it was nearly impossible to go around it. You and the baby were supposed to leave the country with all the money he left behind, but that was only if he died and they lost the war.Â
defiance | king!sukuna x concubine!reader master list
chapter twenty: sumire
summary: a psychic shares her vision with the king, saying that his soulmate would replace all 5 of his concubines one day. he had her banned from the premises for that absurd prediction. it wasn't until months later when he started believing the old bitch, after one cute yet disobedient servant started working at the shrine.
word count: 5.7k
a/n: tw!! mentions of death, grief, and postpartum depression. also, the name sumire means violet flower â€ïž
âHave you made your final decision?â Yamato asks, after his rather long and difficult conversation with Mariko.Â
âI have. Iâd like to continue staying here. Iâve found meaningful work in being an advisor, something not a lot of retired concubines get to do. I think moving on to working as your official advisor would be a step in the right direction, if thatâs alright with you.â She says, playing with her empty cup that was once filled with sake.Â
âOf course itâs alright with me, youâve done a wonderful job advising the king these past 2 years.â The shogun reminisced. âAnd what about Uraume, have you spoken to them?â
âUraume will move on to become a spy for the region, seems like thatâs their true calling.â She lightly smiled. Uraumeâs been doing their best to keep a brave face, but you could tell theyâve found themselves to be a little lost as well during these uncertain times.Â
Itâs been a long day for these two, going over Sukunaâs will and trying to find the best way to move forward, although there truly wasnât. The mystery around his disappearance will live on in their minds for the rest of their lives, there most likely wouldnât be a point where theyâd find themselves âmoving onâ. The man wouldâve never guessed how much he was loved, even if it were just by a handful of peopleâ even Yunaâs aura darkened at the mention of him.Â
Along with trying to accept the new normal, they found difficulty in what exactly the ârightâ steps were. There was specific wording in the will and it was nearly impossible to go around it. You and the baby were supposed to leave the country with all the money he left behind, but that was only if he died and they lost the war.Â
i cried.
(everybody is okay)
don't destroy his self-esteem đŠđ
yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Closer than ever
Remus Lupin x Potter!reader
Summary: After years of friendship filled with banter, study sessions, and always having each otherâs back, a certain Gryffindor victory shifts everything between them. The lines theyâve carefully walked for so long start to blur, sparking a new closeness neither can ignore.
Note: english is not my first languaje so it probably has some mistakes!
Words: 1,9K
It was a Sunday morning, and the first days of spring had brought a warm glow over Hogwarts. The Gryffindor team had been training all morning under their new, overly enthusiastic captainâyour brother, James Potterâwho was determined to crush Slytherin in the upcoming match.
âWeâre telling you, Moony, heâs going to be the death of us!â Sirius groaned dramatically to Remus and Peter, clutching his chest with exaggerated despair. The table broke into chuckles, everyone except James.
âYouâre exaggerating,â James said, taking a long sip of his orange juice, looking unimpressed.
âHeâs really not, Jamie,â you interjected, giving him a pointed look. âItâs barely nine in the morning, and weâre here, fresh from a two-hour training session, just trying to enjoy breakfast,â you added, taking a bite of your toast.
James shrugged, grinning. âWhen we beat Slytherin, youâll all be thanking me.â
You and Sirius shared an eye roll, and Peter and Remus gave a small laugh. Soon, the Marauders shifted the conversation to other thingsâsomething about their latest plan to prank the Ravenclawsâbut you tuned them out, savoring the warmth of breakfast and the rare spring sun filtering through the Great Hall.
Beside you, Remus leaned in, speaking softly. âAre you still up for the study session with Lily later? Or do you want to take it easy after practice?â
Since your first year, Remus had always been the one to help you with studies when you needed it. Weekly study sessions had become a tradition, and once Remus and Lily had grown close, sheâd started joining you too.
âIâm still up for it,â you replied, turning to smile at him. âI have an essay due on that Goblin War of 1882, or something like that.â
âOh, yes, I remember that one from last year,â he said with a grin. âIâve got you covered. Same time in the library?â
âSame time,â you confirmed.
Later that afternoon, you made your way to the library, books and notes in hand. As you entered, you spotted Remus already sitting at your usual table, a few books spread out in front of him. He looked up, giving you a warm smile as he waved you over.
âHey! Ready to tackle the Goblin War of 1882?â he greeted with a grin, sliding a seat out for you.
âNot really, but Iâll try,â you replied with a laugh, settling down beside him.
As you set up your notes, you noticed that Lily was nowhere to be found. "Whereâs Lily? Donât tell me she bailed on us,â you joked, glancing around.
Remus chuckled, shaking his head. âShe did, actually. But only for a good reasonâyour brother convinced her to go for a walk around the lake.â
âOf course he did,â you muttered, rolling your eyes but smiling at the thought of James finally winning Lily over enough to steal her for a date. âGuess itâs just us, then.â
âJust us,â he repeated his tone light but with the slightest hint of something softer, and you couldnât help but feel a warm flutter in your chest.
Remus pulled one of the books towards you, flipping to a section heâd marked. âSo, for your essay, youâre supposed to cover the lead-up to the war, right? I found a few bits in here that might help.â
âThank Merlin youâre here,â you sighed, leaning in to read over his shoulder. The proximity made your face warm, and you quickly turned your attention to the book to avoid giving yourself away.
He started explaining the notes heâd gathered, his voice soft and steady as he walked you through the political tensions and key events leading up to the conflict. You noticed how his hands moved as he spoke, gesturing in small, precise movements, and how his face lit up slightly as he explained things. There was something calming about the way he taughtâlike he wasnât just helping you study but making it genuinely enjoyable.
After a while, he paused, his gaze lingering on you a little longer than usual. âYouâre actually getting this down quicker than I thought.â
âAre you doubting my historical expertise, Lupin?â you teased, glancing up at him with a smirk.
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. âNot at all, but you did look a bit horrified earlier at breakfast when you mentioned the essay.â
You laughed, nudging his shoulder playfully. âAlright, fair point.â
A comfortable silence settled over you both as you continued writing, only broken occasionally by quiet questions and shared glances that made your heart race more than youâd like to admit.
Eventually, your attention drifted back to Remus, his brow furrowed in concentration as he scanned through one of the history books. âYou know, I never did get why youâre always so patient with me about this stuff.â You said softly âYou know you donât have to keep impressing James to be your friend, right?â you added playfully.
He looked up, surprised by the question but with a fond smile playing at his lips. âI knowâ he answered chuckling âI like spending time with you.â he replied simply, his voice barely above a whisper.
You felt a blush rising to your cheeks, and the air between you grew warm. âWell⊠I like spending time with you too,â you murmured back, feeling bolder than usual.
For a moment, you just looked at each other, the silence now filled with unspoken words and the quiet buzz of the library around you. Neither of you moved, and neither did anything to break the spell. Instead, you just smiled, feeling flustered and shy, but somehow happier than youâd been all day.
Remus cleared his throat softly, breaking the silence but not the mood. âSo⊠back to the Goblin War?â
You laughed, nodding. âBack to the Goblin War.â
And, as you returned to your notes, you couldnât help but wonder if, maybe, this little spark between you both was something he felt too.
A week after, the Gryffindor common room was a blur of red and gold, filled with cheers and music as everyone celebrated their win over Slytherin. As one of the Chasers, youâd played a crucial role, weaving through the Slytherin defense and scoring more than once, and your teammates and friends hadnât stopped congratulating you since.
As you moved through the room, basking in the praise and warmth of your friends, Remus caught your eye from across the room. He was leaning against the wall, holding a cigarette and smiling softly as he watched you. You made your way over to him, dodging tipsy students and sidestepping Sirius, who was in the middle of a very dramatic retelling of the match to a group of fourth years.
âHey,â he greeted, taking a drag of his cigarette. âYou were incredible out there.â
âThanks, Rem.â You grinned, taking a sip from your own drink. âIâd say I had to be. Slytherin was definitely out for blood.â
âTell me about it,â he chuckled. âI donât think Iâve ever seen you play like that.â
You rolled your eyes playfully. âIt is Slytherin, after all.â You smirked. âYou know, I wish you could come up there with me.â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âYouâd have to use a Sticking Charm to keep me on that broom, but... maybe someday.â
You grinned, holding out your pinky. âIâll hold you to that.â
He hooked his pinky with yours, giving you a look that made your heart skip. âFine. But only if you promise you wonât laugh when I fall off.â
âDealâ you whispered, still caught in his gaze.
âAlthough Iâm not sure if Iâll be as good as youâ he said softly.
The compliment caught you a bit off guard, and you felt your cheeks warm slightly, though you brushed it off with a laugh. âFlattery now, Lupin? Iâm not that easy.â
He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. âReally? Couldâve fooled me. You looked over the audience about five times during the game, couldnât keep your eyes off me.â
You laughed, nudging him. âMaybe you were distracting me.â You said playfully.
âWas I?â he asked, giving you that lazy, half-smile that made it impossible to tell if he was serious.
You smirked, folding your arms as you leaned in a little. âYeah. You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.â
The words slipped out, and for a split second, you wondered if youâd gone too far. But instead of getting flustered, Remus just laughed, a deep, warm chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine.
He took a small step closer, his voice soft but playful. âSo what if I do?â
Suddenly, you found yourself speechless, your usual confidence shaken by the way he was looking at you. Your heart raced, cheeks burning, and you tried to come up with a clever comeback but failed miserably.
Remus chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. âDidnât expect that one, did you?â he teased gently, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for just a moment.
You swallowed, feeling your pulse quicken as you looked up at him. âShut upâ you mumbled.
His smile softened, and he leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him if you wanted to. But of course, you didnât. You closed the distance, meeting him halfway, and his lips were warm and soft against yours, filling you with a heady rush that made the whole world fade away.
His hands settled on your waist, fingers pressing gently as he pulled you closer, making your heart race. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, fingers finding their way into the soft strands of his hair, savoring the warmth radiating from him. The kiss was anything but rushed; it was slow, each movement filled with a quiet intensity that spoke volumes.
As the kiss deepened, you felt the world melt away, leaving only the feeling of his steady heartbeat against your chest, the gentle touch of his hands as he drew you impossibly closer, and the realization that youâd both been waiting, yearning, for this moment to unfold. When you finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his thumb brushing your cheek as he whispered, âYou really are something, you know that?â
But just as you were about to say something, you heard someone clear their throat beside you.
You both turned to find James standing there, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. âWell, well,â he said, raising an eyebrow, âabout time, donât you think?â
You felt your face go hot, scrambling to explain yourself, but James just rolled his eyes and chuckled. âPlease, Iâm just glad you finally got around to it. Just⊠no public displays around me, alright?â He winked and clapped Remus on the shoulder. âSheâs all yours, Moony. But you better take care of her, or Iâll be hexing you.â
âWouldnât dream of anything else, mate,â Remus replied, glancing at you with a smile that made your heart skip.
James gave you one last playful eye-roll before heading back into the crowd. And as you turned back to Remus, you felt that spark between you both grow even warmer, knowing that whatever this was, you werenât the only one who wanted it.
âAgain?â you ask him smiling widely, making him chuckle.
âAgainâ me muttered against your lips before kissing you.
đđ The Book Thief.
Spencer Reid x Librarian!reader
Moontober Masterlist
Summary: In your uneventful first week at work, a man arrives to return a book two weeks late, and you decide to test his patience for a bit of fun.
Words: 2,3k.
TW: fem!reader. teasing. spencer from the firsts season with glasses meow. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).
Note: I'm putting a lot of myself here because teasing a little to flirt is so fun.
⥠Enjoy! âĄ
Spencer's day was quickly turning into a complete disaster, and anyone paying attention would notice. He thought that he probably looked like a lunatic. His glasses were misplaced, his hair was blowing in the wind, his pants were rumpled, and his bag was still open with a book that wasn't his on the verge of falling out. Normally he felt like a disaster, but this was beyond his usual limits. He didn't even know how he had gotten into this situation, let alone how he had managed to get up from the couch he had fallen asleep on the night before.
His feet made their way to the stairs of the library, which were quite imposing, and he struggled up them, holding on to the railing so as not to fall. He was somewhat taken aback when he walked through the door and noticed that the place was empty, without a single soul loitering or even browsing through a book. All the tables were empty and shiny, as if they had been cleaned recently and no one had used them since. Even the librarian's desk was empty, if a bit more cluttered with various books, papers, and pens strewn about.
Where was everyone? Was the place closed?
Reid was on the verge of departing, having considered the possibility that his time there might have been in vain. However, you emerged from behind the bookcase, observing him with a keen interest, almost as though you were equally taken aback by his presence as he was by yours.
âHi.â You were the first to speak without taking your eyes off him.
âHi.â He replied immediately, still showing a bit of his nervousness at your sudden presence. âI'm looking for the librarian. Do you know if she's here?â
As you listened to him, you walked to your desk and sat in the chair, feeling his gaze follow you. âHere I am.â You said, waving a hand to point to yourself.
He blinked a few times, his brain short-circuiting for a moment because you looked nothing like the woman who had been the librarian for years, with whom he always exchanged a few kind words and talked about the occasional book. She was probably three times your age, drank a lot of coffee, and didn't smile at him or anyone else as brightly as you did now.
âYou're the librarian now?â He repeated, tilting his head slightly, looking for confirmation on your face. Noticing your nod, he felt even more out of place with his disheveled appearance and tried to straighten his unruly hair to look more decent.
It might have been a bit silly, but the fact that you were so young and probably about his age made him a bit more nervous than he would have liked. His social skills were already not the best with anyone, but with a pretty girl they were even less so.
âYes, I am.â You confirm, noticing his slightly disheveled appearance at that moment. His subsequent attempt to clean himself up makes you chuckle internally as you watch him awkwardly try to look more presentable after learning who you are.
Spencer's curiosity grew by the minute. He looked at your desk, even though he had seen it before, but this time he noticed that most of the books there had dividers and post-it notes that made it obvious that you were reading them. He also noticed that the old caffeine smell that hit you as soon as you walked in was gone, and that was when he saw the cup of tea in your hands. It was clear to him that you had a different way of working than your predecessor. So he took a moment to watch in silence as you settled in.
âHow can I help you?â Your voice brought him out of his thoughts and startled him a bit.
He cleared his throat, hoping you hadn't noticed that he was trying to get to know you a little by spying on your stuff. His eyes moved quickly from the books on your desk to yours, pretending that nothing had happened and that he wasn't lost in his own thoughts.
âI've come to return a book.â He said after a few seconds, taking it out of his bag and placing it on the counter so you could take it.
You picked up the book and examined it with interest, running your fingers over the cover and checking that it was in good condition. It was the first time in your first week on the job that anyone had ever returned a book, or even approached your desk for anything more than asking where the bathroom was. After carefully checking to make sure the book was completely fine, you opened it to see if the due date was in order, and then you realized there might be a problem.
âMr. Reid, you should have returned this book two weeks ago.â You pointed it out after going through the file. âAnd you didn't ask for an extension.â
When Spencer heard your comment, he looked surprised; his eyes went to the floor, and then he looked back at you with a hint of embarrassment. He realized that he had almost completely forgotten about the book after working on several difficult cases in a row for days. He had barely had time to get a good night's sleep as he had to travel non-stop from city to city.
âI'm sorry, I...â He begins, rubbing the back of his neck. âI had every intention of returning the book, but unfortunately the policy here is not to grant extension after extensionâŠthe last few weeks have been pretty hectic. I have to admit that I lost track of time a bit. IâŠâ
At that moment, you noticed how nervous he seemed to be about the whole situation, and a somewhat wicked idea came to your mind to step into your total cliche librarian role.
âI understand your situation, Mr. Reid, but you are a regular visitor here, as far as I can see. The rules must be followed by all, and there are no exceptions.â You pointed as you handed the book back to the bookseller. âWhat if someone had wanted to read it? Imagine the sadness of someone who doesn't know if their favorite copy will ever be available again because someone missed the deadline.â
At your words, Spencer swallowed dryly, and a hint of horror came over his face at the thought that he might have prevented someone else from enjoying a good book. He automatically felt a bit selfish about it.
âI hadn't considered that.â He said, biting his lip nervously. âI really wanted to return it.â
Seeing him in all his nervous glory, you couldn't help but find him strangely adorable. You didn't understand how anyone could be so nervous about a library fine that wasn't even that high. You had already learned that most people didn't even bother to check out books because of the hassle and how easy it could be to forget to return them. Not everyone has a true appreciation for books, and to finally meet someone who does is comforting.
âThis is a very serious matter. How do you plan to compensate the poor soul who might have been interested in reading that book?â You added, observing his reactions with careful consideration.
He looked down again for a few seconds and then looked up to meet yours in the midst of his great nervousness. He felt somewhat exposed and vulnerable, so he thought about apologizing again, but your expression suggested that perhaps that wouldn't be sufficient this time.
âI...â He seemed to have run out of words, his brain working quickly to think of a worthy excuse. âI'll pay the fine, of course.â
âOh, certainly.â You laughed lightly at the obvious, easy way out I'd given him, and he raised an eyebrow as if expecting something else. âBut I think that's a bit mundane, don't you? You can't throw money at every problem that comes your way.â
Spencer's mind began to consider what other possibilities you might be alluding to. He even contemplated offering more or apologizing again until he noticed a subtle gesture that suggested you were holding back a smile. It was then that you stood up from your chair to be closer to his height, surprising him. He wasn't accustomed to someone being so suddenly close to him, which made his cheeks flush a little.
âCan I ask you a question?â Your breath brushed against his, which made him nod quickly, indicating his willingness to engage in further conversation. âAre you a book thief, Mr. Reid?â
The question takes you by surprise, and he is momentarily at a loss for words, just watching the way the soft light from the lamps hanging above you two reflected in your eyes. The unexpected proximity and the sudden question were not what he had envisioned in any of the thousand scenarios his mind created per second. He took a moment to collect his thoughts and then answered, his voice slightly hoarse.
âA book thief?â He repeated, as his brain processed what you had just asked him. âNo, of course not. I would never...â
âThen what are you stealing, Mr. Reid?â You look into his eyes in a way that makes him shudder and feel both the urge to run away and the desire to never escape. âMaybe hearts?â
Spencer's cheeks reddened in a mixture of surprise and shock at your words. The idea of being considered someone capable of stealing hearts sounded so absurd to him. He stared at you, unable to find the right words to respond, his brain went blank for a few seconds, which was an unusual experience for someone like him. And the fact that you kept calling him âMr. Reidâ didn't help his heart stop beating so hard and his rational side come into focus a bit.
âWhat? I don't...I didn't...â He finally managed to stammer. âI don't steal hearts. IâŠI only read books. I love books.â He blurted out, noting how sappy that last sentence had sounded.
Tell a librarian that you love books. Really? That's a good response to a weird kind of flirtation?
Reid wanted to punch himself in the face.
âDid you know that a Yale University study found that those who read books live an average of two years longer than those who don't?â The words were pouring out of his mouth before he could control them and think about whether it was timely or not. âReading keeps the brain healthy and strong by keeping it active...which...which could be one of the reasons why those who read live longer.â
âWell, that's interesting. It seems like we'll be living longer.â You said this with a seriousness and interest that surprised him because he expected quite the opposite.
At that moment, you noticed that his glasses were out of place, and you couldn't help but feel the need to step closer and put them back on properly. As soon as you did, he froze. No one had ever done this before, and it seemed strangely intimate. He already felt quite vulnerable under your gaze, and your unexpected gesture made it even harder for him to keep his composure.
He swallowed dryly, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. âUh...thank you.â He murmured, his voice a little shaky.
Despite his considerable expertise and success as a profiler, he felt somewhat uncomfortable in this particular situation. The feeling of being watched so closely, along with your questions and your touch, left him almost speechless and unable to profile you. He wasn't used to people catching him off guard like that, and he found it challenging to come up with a witty response that would make even the slightest impression. He felt a little out of his depth, and in a strange way, he liked it.
âIt's nothing, Spencer.â You replied with a smile.
His first name...it's possible that he had never liked to be called that name as much as he did until that moment, when it came from your lips.
âMay I call you that?â Your voice brought him out of his thoughts again.
âYes, absolutely. Please.â He replied too quickly and now wishes he hadn't. He probably sounded foolish.
âWell, Spencer.â You repeated his name again, simply for the joy of it, which caused him to smile and try to talk again.
But the moment had to break suddenly.
You were both taken aback by the sudden opening of the front door, which prompted Reid to refocus his attention as soon as you both turned away from each other. You sat back in your chair, patiently awaiting the arrival of the newcomer. And at that moment, the former librarian appeared with a bag from a nearby restaurant in her hand, watching the two of you with interest.
âHi mom.â You said.
His eyes widened as he looked back and forth between you, the former librarian, and the door. He was trying to understand the situation and how he hadn't foreseen it before. He hadn't even considered that there might be a relationship between the woman he had known for years and you, as you hadn't mentioned anything either.
âMom?â He was frowning.
Spencer's phone suddenly rang, a high-pitched, shrill sound that echoed throughout the library, breaking the rule of silence. However, it was a rather timely interruption, giving him a chance to regain his composure and escape the increasingly uncomfortable and confusing situation. After apologizing, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, saw the caller ID, and breathed a sigh of relief that it was his work.
âSorry.â He muttered, his eyes darting between you and your mother, barely noticing the resemblance between the two of you. âI...I have to go, but thank you for the help. I won't forget to return a book again.â
And with that, he left.
âI think I scared him.â You said to your mother as the door closed behind him, and the sound of his footsteps as he walked away confirmed that he wouldn't hear you.
âAnd it's not even Halloween yet, honey.â
glasses stay on..
can we PLEASE appreciate this.
I'm your favorite blogger's blocked mutual in law
you're my best friend | spencer reid
summary; you tell spencer he is your best friend to you its a indication of more to him its rejection.
warnings; best friends to lovers expect they dont make it to lovers whoops, angst whoops again, i think all lovers should be best friends, (un) requited feelings (ur both idiots) its short and honestly i dont remember writing this, mentions of dating other people but like whatever
an; yk that line in âyou are in loveâ by taylor swift thats like pauses, then say, youâre my best friend, and you knew what it was, he is in love? thats what gave me this idea im also just really fucking sad tonight and i miss my ex idk im also trynna be aesthetic am i aesthetic
any other night you wouldn't of cared to notice the way the streetlights blarred through the raindrops on the window or how the dark clouds lined the sky covering every showing star in their path. you wouldn't have noticed any of that if you weren't so focused on beiing focused on anything else.
anything other than spencer reid who was sitting beside you, driving you home. the case you had just got back from was long and angonizing. it was a complete pain to get through and it wasn't a secret that the entirety of the team were all ready to get home to their families and their own beds.
so, you weren't exactly estatic when remembering you hadn't driven to the office a week ago after being called in for the case, you were instead dropped off by your friend after the two of you needed to talk.
so you were car-less, and tired.
silly doodle