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𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 | 𝖕𝖙. 1
𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Michael B Jordan as Adonis Creed x Black!Plus-sized Reader
𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Smut
𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 ➛ Creed
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𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛A chance encounter between you and Adonis at a label party turns into a passionate and intense romantic night.
𝔞/𝔫 ➛Guys, guys, GUYSSSSSS!!! Y'all are gonna love this one, I'M TELLING YOU! You won't be disappointed.
Next Part
My heels click loudly as I make my way into a large bustling event. I had been invited by my best friend, Bianca to attend the label party she set up for one of her artists. As I walk in, my heart races with excitement as the buzz of the crowd fills my ears. I had been to a few of these exclusive events before and I knew how to dress the part. I'm dressed to impress, my black dress hugging my curvy frame and accentuating my hips. My hair, curled to perfection, falls gently onto my shoulders, and my red purse adds a touch of sophistication to my look.
I feel a buzz from my phone and smile, seeing a text pop up.
"Someone's looking sexy," It reads and I see that it's from Bianca. I scan around the room, looking for her as she's already spotted me. When we make eye contact, I smile and make my way over. She smiles at me and gives me a big hug, which I return.
"I'm so glad you made it!" She tells me as we part.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world, B. Besides I'm always down to support my bestie." I reply with a wink, causing Bianca to chuckle.
"You sure you not just tryna steal the show?" She questions playfully as she raises an eyebrow. I giggle and shake my head.
"No way, girl. I just threw something on that I thought would match the theme." I assure her but she purses her lips.
"Really? Cus from what I'm seeing all that ass is getting more attention than my artist." She says, gesturing to my outfit and the way it complements my body. I nudge her shoulder.
"Girl, whatever! That is not true." We share a laugh and I shake my head.
"Anyways, make yourself at home. There's an open bar and, you know, just enjoy yourself. I gotta go talk to these producers real quick." Bianca takes my hand and gives it a squeeze before letting go and walking over to do some networking. I sigh a bit, rubbing my glossy lips together as I look around for anyone familiar.
I'd always been a bit shy, but there's something about being in a room full of celebrities that makes me feel like I'm living a dream. I smooth out my skirt as I weave between people, smiling politely at acquaintances. That's when I see him - Adonis Creed, a famous boxer. I've been a fan of his for a while and, I must say, he's even more breathtaking in person. His brown skin gleams under the warm lights, his goatee and large stud earrings giving him a rugged yet sophisticated edge. And those dimples? Those lips? They can make anyone weak at the knees.
I realize I've been staring when our eyes meet and he holds my gaze for a moment. A smile tugs at his lips and I have to look away quickly to hide the blush that is forming.
As the evening progresses, I find myself crossing paths with him a few times. He'd always give me a charming smile and I'd smile politely back, before going back to what I was doing. Each encounter only serves to leave me feeling more intrigued and attracted to him.
I decide to get a drink from the bar and as I order from the bartender, someone appears next to me.
"I'll have what she's having." He says and I look up to see Adonis. I clear my throat nervously and I smile politely at him as I shift in my seat. He smiles back, taking in the way I cross my legs, my movements effortless and sexy. The heat starts to rise in my cheeks as I feel his eyes on me. "I gotta say," He starts, leaning against the bar. "You killing with that outfit." I meet his eyes once more and smile at the flattery.
"Thank you, glad to know my efforts haven't gone unnoticed," I reply as the bartender hands me my drink. I thank him and then look back at Adonis.
"Yeah, you caught my eye from across the room. But I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you before. What's your name?" He inquires, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel a blush creeping onto my face as I take a sip from my drink for courage.
"Y/N. It's nice to meet you." I introduce myself, holding my hand out. He takes my hand in his, giving it a gentle shake before lifting it to his lips and landing a soft kiss on my knuckles.
"The pleasure's all mine, Y/N. I'm Donnie." He replies, his grip on my hand lingering for a bit before letting go. The action sends butterflies through my body. "You a friend of Bianca's?" He asks.
"Yeah, her best friend, actually," I say with a chuckle, taking another sip of my drink and feeling the warmth rise through my chest. Adonis raises an eyebrow in pleasant surprise.
"I thought your name sounded familiar," He says with a smile, his eyes studying my face. "She mentioned you a few times. Said you were important to her." His gaze roams over me, enjoying how the alcohol visibly loosens me up.
"Really? That's sweet. I never knew she talked about me to other people." I hide a bashful smile, appreciating my friendship with the producer.
"Although, I've gotta admit, her descriptions of you don't do you justice at all." The compliment rolls off of his tongue easily, but it's clear he means every word. I find myself blushing again and laughing softly as I look away. There's an undeniable spark between us and, as we speak, my shy nature seems to dissipate. We find ourselves engaging in witty banter, my lips curling into a smile as I match his flirty tone.
"So, you a fan of boxing, gorgeous?" Donnie asks, leaning a little closer, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes seem to see right through me and I get the sense that he's just as interested in me as I am in him.
"Maybe," I reply with a playful grin, enjoying the game of cat and mouse. "It depends on the boxer," I say with a shrug.
"Ah," Donnie shoots back with a wry smile, leaning in even closer. "You've got a type, I see. Let me guess, you're probably into those pretty-boy fighters, the ones who don't get their hands dirty. Guys like Ryan Garcia, maybe?" I tilt my head as if I'm thinking.
"Hmm, no not really. I'm more into the dangerous ones." I say, my eyes locking on his. A wolfish grin spreads across Donnie's lips as I share my preference.
"Ah, so you're after someone who can bring the heat, huh? Someone who gives you that flutter in your chest just by being near them." A pause as Donnie lifts his drink to his lips. "You're not afraid to mix it up and get your hands dirty?" I raise an eyebrow, biting my lip slightly.
"I think getting dirty is part of the fun," I tell him with a knowing smirk.
"Oh, I can promise you, it always is," Donnie replies, his voice low and husky. Our eyes lock, the air between us feeling charged with a heat that wasn't there before. "But be careful, gorgeous," he adds. "Some games can end in a brutal knockout."
"Really? Well, good thing I'm always up for a challenge." A mischievous glint appears in Donnie's eyes as he leans even closer.
"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Donnie muses, his gaze flickering with a predatory flash. We talk for a bit longer, flirting back and forth until the party eventually draws to a close. I find myself unable to resist the pull between us. With a boldness that surprises even me, I approach him, my heart pounding in my chest.
"So, Donnie," I begin, my voice having a suggestive edge, "are you going to ask for my number, or do I have to make the first move?" A flash of desire crosses his face, and he steps closer, his body radiating heat.
"I think we can skip the whole dating game charade," he murmurs, his lips inches from my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Why don't you come back to my place? I'll show you why they call me Big D." My breath quickens as I slowly nod, unable to speak past the lump of desire in my throat. Taking his hand, I let him lead me out of the event and into the night, a delicious anticipation building inside me.
The ride to his place is a blur of streetlights and adrenaline, my body tingling with eagerness. As soon as the door to his home shuts behind me, Donnie presses me up against it, his lips claiming mine in a passionate kiss. I melt into him, my hands roaming over his muscular back, feeling the definition of his powerful body.
His hands find my curves effortlessly, his touch a perfect balance of firmness and gentleness. My body presses against his as my hands caress his jaw and neck, the stubble on his face tickling my skin.
"Damn," Donnie curses under his breath as he pulls away briefly, his lips moving to explore the expanse of my neck. Each kiss leaves fire in its wake and I let out a soft moan, my eyes fluttering shut in bliss.
Breaking the kiss, he looks deeply into my eyes, running his thumb along my bottom lip. Our lips crash together sloppily as I tug at his shirt impatiently.
"Eager, are we now?" Donnie teases, his breath warm against my neck. He gently pushes my hands away and lifts his shirt, revealing chiseled abs and a defined chest. I trace the ridges of his muscles with my fingertips, feeling every contour, every line. I feel like I'm dreaming, but the heat of his body and the taste of his lust on my tongue are all too real.
He lifts me into his arms and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. I feel small in his embrace, but also protected. The way he easily carries my weight and holds me, all while showering my neck with kisses, sends tingles through me. I moan softly, tilting my head to give him better access as my hand rests on the back of his head, my acrylics grazing his scalp. Donnie brings my lips to his once more, sucking on my bottom lip slightly. He carries me into the bedroom, never once breaking the kiss, and lays me down on the edge of the bed.
Donnie's hands slide down my body, tracing the curves of my thighs and legs as he gently slips my heels off. His hands travel up my back his fingers finding the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down.
I lift my hips to help him undress me, a playful thrill coursing through me as I expose myself to his hungry gaze. He strips away my clothing until the only thing left are my lacy panties. His eyes rake over my body, taking in every curve, roll, and stretch mark, before returning to my face, the fire in his eyes searing me to my core. He leans down, cupping my breasts and taking my sensitive nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth as I whimper from the pleasure. He kisses the soft skin tenderly, before trailing his finger along my jaw, ghosting over my lower lip as I look up at him.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispers, kneeling before me and guiding my legs over his shoulders. His fingers run along my outer thighs as he presses a kiss to the damp fabric between my legs, his touch leaving goosebumps in their path. I bite my lip, watching him gaze upon me in a mix of awe and lust. "I've been dying to taste you all night."
A ripple of excitement runs through me as his eyes burn with desire. He pulls my panties off, discarding them somewhere in the room. Without another word, he lowers his head, his tongue lapping at my core, flicking my clit and driving me wild.
A strangled moan escapes my lips as his mouth sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His talented tongue works me over relentlessly, every lick and suck driving me wild with want. My hips buck against his face as I lose myself in the sensations, my hands on the back of his head, pressing him closer.
"Donnie~" I pant breathlessly, aching for more. A low growl rumbles in Adonis's throat as he hears his name fall from my lips.
"That's right, mama," He breaths against my slick folds, sending tingles through my core. His grip on my thighs tightens as he resumes his devouring assault, his tongue lapping and swirling with unyielding hunger. I can feel the vibrations of his moans against my sensitive skin, causing my back to arch off the bed slightly.
A wicked grin spreads across Donnie's face as he feels my body react to his stimulation. He sucks and swirls his tongue around my clit, intent on driving me wild with pleasure. My hands grip the sheets, fueling his desire as he moans against my core. Donnie's strong hands firmly hold me in place as I squirm beneath his grasp.
"Oh god, I'm so close~" I moan as I throw my head back, rolling my hips. Sensing my impending release, Adonis doubles down, his tongue working my swollen bundle of nerves with ruthless precision as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. My thighs tremble against his grip as I feel my climax rising to the surface. With one final flick of his tongue, he sends me hurtling over the peak into a crashing wave of ecstasy.
My body tenses as my thighs grip his head, holding him in place as I come undone. Adonis laps up every last drop of my sweet nectar, groaning with unbridled satisfaction. When my tremors finally subside, he slowly pulls back, his lips glistening as he lightly kisses my inner thigh.
"You taste so good, babygirl," he purrs, his voice dripping with lust. I pant heavily as I start to calm down, my racing heart beginning to slow. I whimper softly as he moves up my body, pressing his hardness against my thigh.
Adonis's eyes darken with desire as he hears my whimpers and he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over my lips.
"Don't worry, gorgeous. I'm just getting started." His fingers trail up my outer thigh, his touch feather-light but electrifying. "I'm gonna make you feel so good," he whispers before capturing my mouth in a searing, passionate kiss.
My arms wrap around Donnie's neck as I whine into the kiss, tasting myself on his tongue and aching to feel him inside me. He teases me, grinding his clothed cock against my entrance, soaking the fabric. A groan emits from his throat as the delicious friction drives him wild with need. He pulls back just enough to swiftly rid himself of his remaining clothes.
Donnie's cock springs free, thick and throbbing as he positions himself at my entrance. "You feel that, baby?" He rasps, rubbing the tip teasingly against my slick folds.
"Yes-" I gasp as he prods my hole, just barely pushing in before pulling back again. I roll my hips to try and press you deeper, but you don't budge.
"Someone's impatient." He taunts, eliciting a whine from me.
"Please~" I beg, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at how desperate I sound. A chuckle escapes him as he continues to tease me with his cock.
"Say it again," he demands, drawing his lower plump lip between his teeth while pressing into my heat, only allowing the tip to enter. I grunt with frustration.
"Please, Donnie," I whisper, my voice thick with desire. "I need you. Now." Without warning, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt with a moan of ecstasy. I let out a yelp as I stretch around him, feeling his dick pressing against my cervix. Adonis's eyes widen as he feels me tighten around his hard length.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, establishing a deep and steady rhythm as he fills me over and over.
"Oh my god- So big~" I manage to say between moans. I meet his thrusts, my legs locking around his waist, pulling him deeper. My long nails dig into his back, threatening to break, but I don't care. I groan as he fills me up completely, stretching me just barely past my limit.
Adonis's eyes flash with lust as I cry out, relishing the feel of every inch of him buried inside me. He groans throatily, driven wild by the sensations of my silky walls clenching around his throbbing length.
"That's right, take it all," he rasps, his hips rolling in a steady, punishing rhythm. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me flush against him as his lips claim mine again. My tongue swirls around his as I pull him impossibly closer, my body melting against his. The kiss becomes more possessive Donni's large hands roam my body.
He tears his mouth from mine only to latch onto my neck as he starts rolling his hips against mine, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. He uses one hand to turn my neck, exposing more of my skin, and the other to capture my nipple in his fingers, rolling the sensitive peak between his digits. His hips increase to a relentless pace, driving his thick shaft in and out repeatedly. The obscene sounds of our joined bodies fill the air, only rivaled by my mewls of pleasure.
"Fuck, I'm gonna wreck you." He whispers against my skin, his voice hoarse as the force of his thrust urges another moan out of me.
"Mhm, yes please f-" My breath hitches, unable to finish my sentence as he picks up speed. He shifts his weight to his knees, leaning his head back as his cock slams deliciously into my core. Donnie's powerful hips snap forward with relentless abandon, the bed creaking under our combined weight.
I press my hands to the headboard behind me for support as the force of his thrusts move me further up the bed. I look up at Adonis, but his eyes are screwed shut, his brows knitted together and jaw clenched as every muscle in his sculpted body strains with the effort. My whimpers and moans mutate into screams of pleasure as he chases his own release, his thrusts growing more erratic.
"Don- nie-" My words are stuttered as my brain turns to mush from his movements, his hands grip my hips bruisingly tight as he pounds into me, desperate to find his edge.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. Let me feel that sweet pussy milk my dick." He urges, his voice hoarse. His words send me over the edge, my body clenching around him as I climax, my back arching off the bed as a flood rushes from between my legs. I let out a whine as he continues to thrust, splashing my fluids back onto me as the feeling of me tightening around him sends him over the edge as well.
A strangled cry of pleasure tears from his throat as his hips stutter, losing their rhythm as he is enveloped in the throes of his own climax. He collapses forward, burying his face in the crook of my neck as his body shudders with the intensity of his release. Waves of blissful ecstasy washes over us, every nerve ending alight with sensation. When the tremors finally cease, he rolls to the side, pulling me flush against his sweat-slicked body.
"Damn, baby..." he breaths, placing a tender kiss on my forehead.
"That was... fuck, I don't even have the words." I reply softly as my cheek rests against his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat slowing. Adonis chuckles breathlessly, his strong arms wrapped securely around me.
"Tell me about it. That was..." He trails off, shaking his head in disbelief. I smile to myself as we lie there in bed, basking in the bliss of our pleasure. At this moment, nothing else matters. It's just me and Adonis. Just two strangers, yet it feels like he knows every part of me. I sigh contently, feeling the lull of sleep falling over me.
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Love like no other
You were a God/Goddess in his eyes, there was no others that could compare to you. Your looks, your strength, your personality everything about you attracted him to you. When Interga introduced you as the newest member at Hellsing he had to do a double take. He’s seen a lot (no he hasn’t his ass been in that coffin) throughout the centuries hes been alive but not someone with your particular style.
The way you talked, your mannerisms, he especially loved your hair. Watching you spend hours making sure curls were the exact way you wanted them or he would have someone in the mansion learn to do it so wouldn’t have to struggle by yourself. He was infatuated with you. And by god cause that run his mouth, especially when it came to you. Poor Sera’s was the one stuck listening to him ramble on and on about you. Some cute things some more than others wanted to know. But who was really going to get him to shut up.
He basked in your attention but he especially loved having you on his lap. His hands always resting on your thighs as he looked at your plump lips as you spoke. He always chuckled when you scolded him for not paying attention. You both knew he wasn’t but he couldn’t care less because he just loved staring at you.
To him you were like a painting. Something that needed to be framed that he could just stare at for hours. He wanted to lock you in his cellar and keep you all to himself but knew integra would throw an absolute fit at him so he took the time he could with you.
Talking with pip? Oh, he wants to help him with his hair. Having tea with Walter? Now he wanted you to help him clean his guns. And don’t let you run into Alexander Anderson, it’s an entire war between the two.
Alucard man was obsessed with you and if you thought you was going anywhere you were surely wrong🎀
Begging You
It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.
The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.
"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.
"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.
"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.
"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.
"That bad, huh." He nodded.
"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.
"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"
"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."
"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"
"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.
"I know your reckless, I get it."
You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.
"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.
"I was attack by squirrel–"
"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.
"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.
"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.
We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.
"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.
"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.
"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.
"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.
"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.
"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.
"Deal."
Begging You
It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.
The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.
"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.
"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.
"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.
"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.
"That bad, huh." He nodded.
"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.
"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"
"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."
"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"
"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.
"I know your reckless, I get it."
You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.
"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.
"I was attack by squirrel–"
"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.
"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.
"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.
We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.
"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.
"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.
"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.
"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.
"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.
"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.
"Deal."
Begging You
It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.
The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.
"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.
"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.
"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.
"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.
"That bad, huh." He nodded.
"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.
"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"
"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."
"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"
"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.
"I know your reckless, I get it."
You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.
"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.
"I was attack by squirrel–"
"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.
"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.
"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.
We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.
"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.
"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.
"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.
"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.
"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.
"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.
"Deal."
Begging You
It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.
The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.
"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.
"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.
"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.
"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.
"That bad, huh." He nodded.
"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.
"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"
"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."
"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"
"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.
"I know your reckless, I get it."
You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.
"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.
"I was attack by squirrel–"
"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.
"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.
"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.
We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.
"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.
"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.
"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.
"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.
"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.
"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.
"Deal."
Begging You
It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.
The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.
"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.
"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.
"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.
"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.
"That bad, huh." He nodded.
"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.
"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"
"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."
"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"
"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.
"I know your reckless, I get it."
You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.
"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.
"I was attack by squirrel–"
"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.
"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.
"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.
We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.
"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.
"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.
"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.
"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.
"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.
"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.
"Deal."
Begging You
It was the middle of the night when you woke, you stretch out your body and your hand went to the left side of the bed hoping to snuggling up to reid. But, your arm fall on a empty cold space, you snap your eyes opened before sitting up slowly, the bathroom door was close and inside was dark so he wasn't in there. You push the thick cover off your body before scooting off the bed and sliding on your fuzzy slippers, you out into the hall seeing the house was pitch dark, you hit the switch for the hallway before walking downstairs.
The kitchen light was off and so was reid's office that was down the hall, you frown looking around confuse, it wasn't until you heard a creak from outside that made you slowly turn your heard towards the back sliding door. You back up out of the kitchen before peeking around the corner and saw the deck was lit up and a figure was sitting on the stairs. You walk over to the sliding door and gently slide it open making spencer turn his head to look at you, you give hima small smile as he does the same before turn back towards the spacious yard.
"Hey, babe. You couldn't sleep?" You ask taking a seat next to him.
"I had another nightmare." He whisper making you lean against him with your hand on his knee.
"Want to talk about it?" Spencer look at you, the sadness and tiredness from his eyes made you frown.
"I think this one is best saved for tara," he joke but you could tell it had grief behind it.
"That bad, huh." He nodded.
"But, hey you don't need to worry about it," You gave him a look.
"But, i do, spencer. It seems like ever since hotch and morgan left your nightmares have become frequent." Spencer bows his head, "I'm starting to get concern about your mental–"
"Honey, please." He beg making me lower my shoulders, "I already have prentiss constantly badgering me about going to a therapist, please don't start too."
"Have you ever thought maybe, she has a point, you been through a lot this past year–"
"Yeah, I know I was there." He snap making you bite your bottom lip at his frustration, you didn't take it to heart you know how stress he been since prentiss put him on leave, "...I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean...I'm just..." he sigh putting his head in his hand.
"I know your reckless, I get it."
You both sat in silence. The sound of the crickets in the air reminded you of the time, you and spencer went back home to nevada to check out your old childhood home.
"...hey, you remember that time when we climb that huge oak tree in my backyard when we were kids and you ended up falling out of it because, shoot what happen again..." you ask looking at him, spencer's lips curve at the memory and shook his head.
"I was attack by squirrel–"
"You were attack by a squirrel, gosh..." You lean your head back as you giggle, "...that was most hilarious thing I seen, and you remember what your mom said when was cleaning up your cheek." You grin.
"She said, this is what children get when they don't listen to their mothers, disfigured the day before picture day." He smile with his knee knocking your own, you shook your head at the memory.
"And she had to put cake of make-up on you to hide the little scatches from the squirrel." He chuckle nodding his head, you watch him as the tension in his face slolwy disappear.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I look like I was about to fall asleep with how heavy that make up was on me." You giggle remembering his face, one of his eyes were half open while the other one was completely close.
We grew quiet again with a peaceful ambience between us, you glance at reid before looking out as the fireflies start to glow up the backyard.
"...you know that was one of the scariest moments of my life." You turn your head to look at spencer as he look back at you with a small frown, "...seeing you there on the ground in pain, it scared the hell outta me all I could think is 'it's my fault, it was for me he probably be okay,' I blame myself for months for what happen." You sigh bowing your head back before looking at him.
"What I am trying to say is that I worked through it just like i work through you going on your long trips and dangerous assignments by talking to someone. It doesn't have to be a therapist or me. But, you can't hold whatever in here..." You press your index finger to his temple, "...forever because than it gets to be too much and it overflows out into our lives, and I don't want that to happen." You out your hand over his as it rest on his thigh.
"So, please, spence whatever going through that weird machine you call a brain, let it out, write down in a notebook. Hell, sew it on a pillow for all I care, just please no more holding it in. For us." You grab his hand putting in his lap resting it his hand on your four months belly bump, spencer look down at your stomach and his hand rub the small bump with a small smile.
"Do you have any clients tomorrow?" He ask making you give a wide smile.
"No, I'm all yours." He look back up to your face.
"Okay, we can talk tomorrow, but for now..." he took off his grey zip up sweater and put it around your shoulder before scooting close to you, "...let's just enjoy this." You smile moving your head to rest on his shoulder as his arm wasaround your own.
"Deal."
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My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men
Hey yall!🩷🩷🩷 Im gonna start making cute lil storys for KPOP idols and POC/CHUBBY/ANY readers because im TIRED OF SEEING 2-3 storys with “ x black readers”😭😭😭
What group yall cuties want me to do?
rules and guidelines;
I wont be doing any 18+ for people under 20
Thats all😭😭
FOR “X POC MAINLY BLACK PEOPLE”
Master list
Enhypen
Niki:
Stray kids
Nothing yet..
Bts
Nothing yet..
P1harmony
Nothing yet..
Ateez
Nothing yet..
If yall want more groups comment
Ps. Voting on my first fic member and what group ends in 6 days
How it would be if riki/niki was your bf
(Aimed towards black people but if ya want just skip a few gorgeous🩷)
Please do NOT steal or copy my work
•I feel like he would definitely tease you when your doing your hair ( your already stressed and this man over there giggling😭😭)
Example:
Knowing your boyfriend, you ALWAYS get prepared and leave the bathroom door open while doing your hair. This time you were not in the mood to be playing so you didn’t. Instead you closed the door and made sure he was distracted.luckily he was so you began to do your hair (And boy the hair was not cooperating 😭😭 .)
when you got to the middle of detangling your hair ,is then when you heard lil game sounds behind you. Ofc you turned around to see niki playing games. You sighed and continued detangling your hair.
While you brushed it, suddenly the brush pulled onto your hair causing you to flinch.
“Oww”you whine pulling the brush away from you. But thats when you heard a little chuckle behind you. Before you could even put the brush down you turned around. “Boy you think this funny?” You asked him in a exasperated tone(because you were not playing). Then he just gave you a nod while smiling slyly. After he even had the nerve to mock you repeatedly saying “ow my hair”. Thats when you put the brush down and said “boy get out”. He looked at you with the sweetest doe eyes expecting you to let him stay. That didnt work on you this time. You kicked him out leaving him to wait in the living room waiting for you to get out to give the perfect apology.
Let me know if yall want another part!
If you want other members or different groups comment them🩷
a piece of me dies every time im reading a fic and taylor swift lyrics pop up😭 then i realize the description of the oc or “reader” are very white coded like OH! that’s not…
On today’s episode of Star Thinks
Anybody else like low-key tired of the racist white bitches responding to Black Writers , writing solely for BLACK people , cause we genuinely can’t find many stories/blurbs written for us , cause I know for damn sure nobody is running their fingers through my 4C fro , it just ain’t gon work.