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Wild animal:

The bees from Winnie-the-Pooh: Self-explanatory category. They are common to encounter, indistinct, and act as expected.

Mor'du from Brave: in his role in the movie, at this point, he's just a bear.

This is a child:

Clown-that-I-hope-is-from-Inside Out, representing the movie's villain, which is "a preteen girl's emotional turmoil": Can you name anything more common than a preteen girl having emotional turmoil

Sid from Toy Story: He's a little mean to his sister and a little weird with his hobby, that's it.

Just a guy:

Alma from Encanto and Ming Lee from Turning Red: Genuinely believe they are doing the right thing for their family and their community. (Note: I have not seen Turning Red). They had fantastical power bestowed on them, but the role they choose to take in day-to-day life is "some guy"

Chick Hicks from Cars: Okay technically he's a guy good at his job, but he's down here because the only villainous thing he does is make an ass of himself on TV. He doesn't hurt anyone.

The hunter who shot Bambi's mom (as represented by this deer I don't recognize), the dentist from Finding Nemo, and Denahi from Brother Bear: It's poor hunting etiquette to kill a mother deer with child/kill an animal for emotion rather than need. In between them is the diver from Finding Nemo, who should know better than to live-capture exotic animals and keep them as "low-effort" pets. Denahi should even more know better, because there is precedent for getting turned into a bear over this transgression.

Edgar from The Aristocats. In the words of podcast The Villain Was Right, "It's not hard to kill a cat." Edgar went out of his way to sedate and relocate the cats. Still dropping housecats in the middle of the city, but his aim was nonlethal. Bro, this won't get you your pension. Unionize.

Goob from Meet the Robinsons: Guy who desperately needs therapy. Was willing to do some pretty wild shit at the behest of a hat.

Oogie Boogie: Okay so my man is down with torture. However. I'm pretty sure MOST of the residents of Halloweentown are down with torture. The only thing that makes him special is Jack personally doesn't like him.

The villain is intolerance:

Amos Glade from The Fox and the Hound: That's what hunting dogs are for.

The whole town in Luca: They came around pretty quick.

The other elephants in Dumbo: Cruelty is bad, but not uncommon

The racist caricature cats from Lady and the Hound: I haven't watched this movie. They hate Lady for being a dog? And sneak a live rat into the baby's crib to frame her? Do they comprehend the danger they put the baby in?? Listen I wanted to just rate them as cats but possible infanticide bumped them up. I haven't watched the movie.

Guy good at his job:

Headless Horseman (Brom Bones) from Sleepy Hollow: the "good at his job" category distinguishes that the villain has some extra power from being "needed". I actually don't know much about Brom Bones and his position in the community but he looks like Gaston so he goes here with Gaston.

Chef Skinner from Ratatouille: He's a mean boss who does some underhanded shit. These are common.

Gaston from Beauty and the Beast: Incels are common. Extra power points for being able to rally a whole town into forming a mob, extra cruelty points for being willing to institutionalize Maurice

Clayton from Tarzan: I haven't seen this but I'm pretty sure his deal is he was hired to keep the researchers safe in the jungle, and he went off the deep end.

Yokai (Professor Callahan) from Big Hero Six: the "good at his job" part is relevant because being a college professor gave him access to Hiro's nanobots. High in this tier for sheer collateral damage.

A.U.T.O. from WALL-E: Responsible for the fate of all humanity. Doin' his best.

Average businessowner:

Cruella de Vil from 101 Dalmatians: Did people in the 1950's/1960's think it was fucked up to skin puppies en masse? Yes. Are there, contemporaneously, worse animal abuses by businesses? Yes.

Waternoose from Monsters Inc: Lower points for kidnapping 1 child at a time and purportedly caring about the energy crisis/his employees. Higher points for, as far as he knew, children being a HIGHLY DANGEROUS BIOHAZARD that he's sneaking into their world (and/or realizing they're vulnerable juveniles of their species), and for being essentially a guy who wants to keep the coal mine going instead of even THINKING about alternative power

Judge Doom from Who Framed Roger Rabbit: how did he even get that position. how'd he get any authority. Anyway, lower points for being a Toon and thus more in line with Toon-expected antics.

Everyone involved in Pleasure Island from Pinocchio: Absolutely morally depraved? Yes. In line with child labor standards of 1900? Yes.

Historical figure:

Governor Ratcliffe from Pocahontas and Shan Yu from Mulan: I don't want to get deep into these because they directly represent real life invasion and genocide. They're closer to "some guy" for, again, representing real people and real events, with no (personal) fantastical powers. Higher up for their authority and power.

Military:

Captain Gantu from Lilo and Stitch: I mean, he did kidnap Lilo and suggest Stitch eat her as a snack. Mostly a guy doing his legitimate job, but he overstepped his bounds.

Thaddeus Whitmore from Atlantis the Lost Empire: wait shit the wiki says he's just a private millionaire? Then why is he dressed like that and how does he have all those connections? If he was doing this as an extension of the US military's drive to invade and pillage, that'd be more Some Guy, but if he's just doing this 'cause he personally wants to I'm gonna have to move him up. I actually watched the movie for this one! I was sure he was military!

Animal nobility:

Shere Khan from The Jungle Book: animal nobility is lower than human nobility because it's less clear what their jurisdiction is. Shere Khan is an apex predator who keeps Man out of the forest. Similar to guy Good at his Job, but more dangerous.

Scar from The Lion King: it's inherited nobility, but the king of lions seems to mostly have power by dictating how the pride hunts. Unclear if he actually caused the environmental collapse (by "allowing" the hyenas to overhunt? by the mystical force of being the Wrong King?) or if his rule just coincided with a drought.

Celebrity/Nobility:

All of the TV crew from Bolt: Unsafe and emotionally cruel working conditions for a child actor are not uncommon. Deciding they have to Truman Show a dog is a little weird.

Lady Tremaine from Cinderella: okay is she noble or just wealthy? Original fairy tale suggests noble, and she believes her daughters have a good shot with the prince. As of Twist in Time, Anastasia and Drizella are in the servant role (rather than… servants) but that could be either "can't afford servants" (simply squandered wealth? they were punished somehow by the crown?) or "Lady Tremaine needs someone to abuse." anyway assuming she's noble, that ups her power and rarity of her social position. Abuse is not uncommon.

Charles Muntz from Up: Celebrity explorer, and also he gave dogs the gift of speech as a side hobby. Weirdo.

I GUESS MILLIONAIRE WHITMORE GOES HERE????

Government

Deputy Mayor Bellwether: nooo don't start a race war you're so cutesy ahaha

Judge Claude Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame: I really thought he was a priest until I checked his first name on the wiki. I should watch this one. Arguably he has less of a scope to his actions than the sheep, but he goes higher for the sheer scale of his religious psychosexual issues

Crime boss

Hopper from A Bug's Life: how did this arrangement between grasshoppers and ants even get started. like I know it's based on the Aesop's Fable but what was the series of events that got the grasshopper protection racket recognized by the queen. Anyway we don't see him actually kill anyone and he's bugs. Lower end.

Bill Sykes from Oliver and Company: I haven't seen this movie but I gather that he's a nasty loan shark who does torture and murder

Captain Hook from Peter Pan: He's on the high end mostly from me reading the book and really buying that he's a formidable, feared pirate and it's just that he's really been hung up on this fairy boy for the past while

Royalty

The Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland: Low end because it's Wonderland, everyone can and will do wild shit. No one in Wonderland is just some guy, but the Queen doesn't stick out so much

Prince John from Robin Hood: Legitimate king as long as Richard is indisposed. No one respects him, but he still gets royalty tier.

Prince Hans from Frozen: Didn't watch Frozen, but Hans's got the manipulation skills to pull off his political position. Good for him.

Wizard (man of the people)

Mother Gothel from Tangled: Not sure she actually has any magic other than knowing how the flower works. I should watch Tangled the Series. She seems content to mostly keep to herself, and I'm tempted to rank her lower.

Madam Mim from The Sword in the Stone: Living alone and hating everyone isn't super "of the people," but she does come off as just a local witch who won't be a problem for most folks.

Doctor Facilier from The Princess and the Frog: Honestly, I named the "man of the people" category for him.

Ursula from The Little Mermaid: She and Triton fought at one point? The trident used to be hers??? Anyway she's got some super powerful magic up her nonexistent sleeves. Mostly lives alone in a cave, but even as the movie starts she's got a thriving contract business.

Wizard (corporate):

Syndrome from The Incredibles: okay YOU tell me a tier name that fits. He can do wizard-level shit, I'm calling him a wizard. Wants to be very powerful and loved, but doesn't want to directly rule the world.

Hat from Meet the Robinsons: Does want to directly rule the world.

Wizard (nobility):

Queen from Snow White: She mostly uses her wizarding for beefing with one fourteen-year-old in particular.

Queen Narissa from Enchanted: Mostly beefing with one adult woman in particular.

King Candy from Wreck-It Ralph: Knowing how to code counts as wizardry. Still comparatively low ambitions. His kingdom is the population an arcade.

Yzma from Emperor's New Groove: She wants to be empress, and has a truly impressive arsenal of potions. Snuff Out the Light is noncanon but still earns her extra points.

Jafar from Aladdin: Advisor to the sultan, wants to be sultan, then wants even more arcane power, then wants the limitless power of geniehood. The only way to surpass his ambition would be, say, to want to snuff out the sun.

Fae

Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty and The Horned King from The Black Cauldron: A fey is not just some guy.

A God?!?

***

The worst part about doing school online was the fact that you had to sit yourself down and force yourself to watch the lectures. While yes it was a little more convenient than going to a class and sitting there for hours in a space filled with 40 other people, it was a little less convenient in the fact that it took away from time spent with your loving boyfriend.

Now Spencer was the most scholarly person you knew, Dr. Tara Lewis being a very close second (don't tell him that though), so it was only natural that you made a show of taking your notes. The various high lighters and pens which rivaled the collection Penelope had in her bat cave. Along with the aesthetically pleasing notebooks all matching a color scheme.

He thought it was cute. Always coming up behind you as you sat in your desk or at the kitchen counter, mumbling a my smart girl as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

However that was only most of the time. The other half of the time he was the worst tease on the planet. At times you could feel his eyes lingering on from across the room. Since you didn't have to attend many zoom lectures majority of the time you were in a big shirt and panties, comfy yet modest enough from the waist up. You swore you could feel the heat on your thighs from where his vision was focused.

Other times the teasing came in the form of words. The usual kiss on the head would become a kiss on the cheek where he could easily linger and whisper in your ear, such a good girl taking your notes. Or if he was feeling a little bolder he'd go with if you finish within the hour I'll give you a reward. You swore your hand was cramping for the next few days at how fast you wrote to get things done.

But something about today had Spencer a little more on edge. A little more insatiable.

Since you had woken up snuggled in his arms, he had let his hands wander a little further down. Large palms cupping the cheeks of your behind as you were settled with one leg thrown over his. Begrudgingly you rose and went on with your morning routine. A new lecture had been posted for the week which meant an hour and a half of sitting and writing notes. You might as well get it out of the way.

Wrong. How could you when a certain someone was hounding you for attention. Again it was the same routine. Starts with the looks and ends with the crude comments.

But the pit in your belly was a sign he wasn't the only one in the mood for a distraction.

"Y/n," Spencer all but whined out.

"Yes Spencer," you replied without lifting your head from your notebook.

"Why do you have to be so far. Just come do your lecture from the couch."

You sighed, pressing the space bar on your computer to pause the video, "I can't write over there. You know how neat I need to have these."

The clogs in Spencer's brain were practically screeching with how hard they were turning at a way to get you near him.

"Ok well what if I go over there. Just sit on my lap and do your work," he said getting up and walking over to you.

He placed his hands on your shoulders starting to gently massage the tense tissue, "Cmon love. Look you just have a few more minutes left. I just wanna be close to you angel."

Well how could you deny that.

"Fine," you sighed again.

Getting up from the arm chair you looked up and met his eyes with your own. Now you weren't a profiler but the look on his face was the one of a man with ulterior motives than just to cuddle listening to a biology lecture.

Once settled against his frame his hands wrapped around your middle, chin on your shoulder, ready to follow along with the class. You pressed play and went back to listening to the explanations of your professor.

Two minutes later and his hands left your middle. Instead they settled on your thighs. The warmth was something you were used to which barely made you question anything. Slowly they gained a rhythm running up and down, inches away from your most intimate parts.

Inch by inch his right hand snaked up to your clothed core. You took a deep breath through your nose at the sudden sensation. His fingers gliding up and down. Dropping your pen you let your head fall back on his shoulder to look up at him, a pleasurable murmur leaving your lips.

His left hand came up to squeeze your cheeks making your head face forward, “Nuh uh keep writing pretty girl. Be good and I’ll keep going.”

He puffed his chest up as a sign for you to sit back up and get to work again. It was just 10 minutes left you could do it.

Picking your pen back up you felt his fingers come back to to life. The soft motions enough to rile you up, your juices already making a wet patch form on your panties.

8 minutes.

When he felt he was done teasing he finally let his hand slide into your panties. Nimble fingers gathering your slick and spreading it through your folds.

You could taste the metal on your tongue from how hard your teeth had been sinking into your bottom lip to stop the whines from escaping. Each pass of his fingertips skimming over your sensitive bud had your mind swimming.

“Please Spencer,” you whimpered out.

“Tell me what you need baby. I’ll give you anything you want,” he whispered in your ear.

You groaned wiggling your hips back on him to gain any sort of friction. The curse he left was nothing short of sinful, large strained erection pressing against your back.

“Need your fingers,” you said desperately.

A noise of disappointment left your lips when his hand escaped the confines of your cotton underwear.

Instead they were brought up to your lips. Gently he tapped your bottom lip, a signal for you to open your mouth.

“Is this where you wanted them angel?” he said pressing the digits on your tongue. The taste of your arousal making you hum.

Slowly they slid back out, making their way under your shirt. Slick fingers tweaking and pinching your nipple.

“Need your fingers! Please Spence,” you mewled out.

Soon they were back on track to their original destination.

Instantly his hand went further south. Soft circles placed on your clit, making you jolt in pleasure. 6 minutes and 37 seconds left of the lecture long forgotten.

“M-more,” you whimpered out earning a low chuckle from the man behind you.

“Does my pretty girl need my fingers inside her?” he asked mockingly, “I know I know, you just need something to fill up this tight little cunt.”

All you could do was dumbly nod in agreement. Broken sighs and moans leaving your swollen lips.

With each pump of his fingers the closer the knot in your tummy was to breaking. Skilled digits knowing exactly where to hit the spongy spot inside of you having you see stars.

“Oh god I’m so close, Please!” you cursed into the air.

“Not god, just me.”

His left hand had been groping your breast left it’s spot to rub your aching bud. The combined simulation making your legs shake in pleasure.

“Cum for me angel,” he whispered in your ear.

With his permission you were driven over the edge. Your whole body writhing on top of his as you trembled off the edge of release.

Your moans drowned out the end of your lecture. You could hear and feel Spencer’s heavy breathes on the back of your neck. The wet spot on your lower back being an indicator of his enjoyment as well.

You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night. 

“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice. 

Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space. 

“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself. 

“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid. 

“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly. 

The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation. 

“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side. 

He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks. 

“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes. 

“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows. 

“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes. 

You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things. 

That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen. 

You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile. 

Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?” 

Got him.

“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks. 

As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder. 

For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions. 

The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two. 

You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings. 

“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out. 

As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt. 

You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out. 

Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?” 

“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles. 

The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. 

You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles. 

“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you. 

“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?” 

“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod. 

As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-

“Y/n?” 

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?” 

His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips. 

“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks. 

“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch. 

You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night. 

As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain. 

You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”

Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out. 

“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted. 

“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours. 

“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.” 

His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours. 

“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.” 

The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred. 

You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump. 

“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”

“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears. 

Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum. 

“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines. 

“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs. 

“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length. 

“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point. 

The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further. 

You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure. 

You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”

He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again. 

For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget. 

Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes. 

You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off. 

“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”

“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out. 

“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,”  you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all. 

Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came. 

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever. 

You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go. 

The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon. 

Then a sad look came across his face. 

“Spencer what’s wrong?” 

“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy. 

“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.

He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs. 

***

A shiver crawled down your spine from the first squirt of dye hitting your scalp. The bubblegum pink shade being a change from the firey red which inhabited your head a mere 24 hours prior.

The process was muscle memory at this point. Brushing out your hair then parting and sectioning it off. However that was the only methodical part. The fun was in slapping on the dye, not a single worry about staining your hands or neck.

The sounds of heavy drums and bass guitar bounced off the walls in the bathroom of the small apartment. Even though the door was shut it wasn't enough to stop the sound from flowing into the living room where your boyfriend was working.

Spencer sat at the dining table, flipping through copious amounts of folders and books. His third thesis in the process of being written. The computer screen in front of him looking back with a mocking glow. Since apparently things had to be digital now.

Your feet padding on the wooden floor made him look up from the pages. Humming to the music as you walked into your bedroom. Then back out a few seconds later holding a towel and robe.

A small smile tugged across his face. Ever since you had moved in together he loved to watch your day to day actions. The way you played your music concerningly loud, your skincare routine which included cleaning your facial piercings. What fascinated him the most was that in the 13 months you’d been together he’d seen you dye your hair 7 times.

Not including any touch ups.

He stood from his place at the table, making his way to the bathroom. Two quick rasps on the door to check if you were decent. The action made you giggle.

“Come in!” you called, “I don’t know why you knock weirdo you’ve seen me naked plenty of times.”

A blush spread across his cheeks from both your words and your state of undress. His eyes tried to focus on the splotches of color on the counter, keeping the blood flowing to the head on his shoulders.

But it was hard when the sheer bralette you had on did very little to hide the metal bars in each of your breasts.

“Spence?” you said snapping a fingers in front of him.

He cleared his throat, eyes snapping to your face which held a smirk.

“Are uh those n-new?” he questioned, hand going to scratch the nape of his neck.

The usual silver balls at the end of the bars were now tiny jewell hearts. The color was a little hard to tell due to the material of your bra but from the change in your hair he could almost bet money they were also pink.

With swift hands you unclipped your bra and threw it on the closed toilet seat before turning to face him.

“Got them when I bought the dye yesterday,” you said pushing your boobs up with your hands, “You like?”

Spencer’s eyes were as big as saucers, frantically nodding, “Y-yeah they look nice.”

You dropped your hands to your hips, tugging off the shorts you had on. The wide brown eyes before you couldn’t get any bigger, trailing down your frame stopping to admire the bar in your belly button along with the ink which littered your ribs.

He watched as you got to your knees, turning on the bath faucet. You dipped your head under the water, a stream of pink filling the tub.

The slope of your spine bent over was a sight he'd seen more than enough times. He could pinpoint the beauty marks on your left shoulder, the small sun he sketched which ended up permanently on the back of your neck. But if he let his gaze drift a little further south he could see how deliciously the dark lace looked barley covering up your most intimate parts.

A smack to his calf got his attention.

“Earth to Spencer! Can you hand me the shampoo,” you asked which came out sounding a bit muffled.

He quickly scurried to the tub and reached over to grab the bottle, squeezing a bit of gel onto your open palm.

"I'm gonna go work on my thesis some more," Spencer said slowly shutting the door behind him.

Making his way back to the living room, he pulled a few files and sat down on the couch. Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and red pen between his teeth and he stared in concentration.

They were the same words he had read over and over again. The lack of sleep causing a dull ache in his skull.

"You need to take a break love," you said walking over and sitting next to Spencer on the couch.

"I did take one," he argued back flipping through the file.

"Gawking at me before I shower for 2 minutes isn't a break," you said with a giggle, the warmth flooding back to his cheeks, "Cmon 25 minutes at least without a file in your hand. "

When he didn't respond you took matters into your own hands. Ripping the file from his grasp, earning a grumble of disapproval before you straddled his hips. Your arms circled his neck and your hands went straight to the back of his scalp, fingertips running in soothing motions.

"Isn't this so much better baby," you asked whispering in his ear.

He nodded quickly, staying silent as he let his actions speak louder. His large palms went right to your plush hips. Bucking up as he led you to grind yourself on his lap.

Letting his hands explore the material of your satin rope he could feel the lack of undergarments on your frame. Spencer dared to let his hands dip under the black fabric and take each one of your cheeks in the palm of your hand with a gentle squeeze.

You could feel his cock stiffening under you. If you looked down you'd probably be able to see a wet spot on his sweats, most likely a mix of your arousals.

Leaning forward you let your lips attack his neck, placing sloppy kisses sure to leave marks. The process of licking and biting making Spencer hold onto you tighter, almost as if he had his very own vampire to mark him up.

Trailing up to his ear you bit on the lobe before whispering, "Tell me what you need baby."

Lust filled brown orbs met your own as you each continued your steady grind.

"Please fuck me," he pleaded.

If only he knew how wrapped around his finger you were. As pretty as he sounded begging you'd give him anything.

You pulled the metal frames off his face, tossing them to the other side of the couch. He had complained one too many times about foggy glasses during sex. No matter how cute you thought he looked.

Your hands slid down his torso and reached to pull down his sweats. His precum soaked length was heavy in your hands. Pretty pink tip leaky and throbbing already. The first few pumps had whiny moans slipping from his lips, red from biting so hard.

"Unwrap me baby, it's all for you," you said tilting your head down, motioning to the strings holding your robe together.

Quickly he let his slender fingers go to the ends, a swift tug and it was like opening a gift on Christmas. Leaning forward he let his lips wrap around one of your nipples. A strangled moan leaving your mouth from the stimulation.

With a raise of your hips you lined his cock with your opening before sliding down. You both sighed at the same time, the feeling of him stretching you out and your warm walls hugging his length was just too good.

Slowly you rocked your hips testing the waters, soft gasps and curses left your lips. You could feel very vein and inch stuffed inside you.

Spencer on the other hand was having an out of body experience, there wasn't an inch of your skin which was left untouched. Unkissed. After you were settled he raised his hips meeting you halfway with each thrust.

"You're doing so well baby," you cooed down at him, "You love when I ride you hm? Best fucking seat in the house."

His eyes shut closed in pleasure as your pace quickened, "Love it so much. So so pretty," he mumbled out.

His arms pulled you close again. Chest to chest as you continued your movements. Your lips met in a lazy kiss, panting in each others mouths when you ran out of air.

You could feel him pulsating inside you. The iron grip he had on your hips as he helped drive you up and down on his cock was sure to feel sore the next day. His shoulders were sure to have corresponding crescent marks from your nails digging in.

"Touch me Spence m'so close love," you said breathlessly.

One of his hands fell down to the space where you both connected. Skilled fingers rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves in quick circular motions.

Loud moans escaped your lips. Your head fell back to the familiar junction of his neck and shoulder, biting the skin in order to stifle your noises of pleasure.

"Y/n I can't hold it any longer, please cum with me," he whimpered out.

Nodding your head you grabbed onto the back of his neck, "Right behind you baby. Let go for me, I got you."

With a few more upward thrusts you felt him pull you down onto his cock, warmth spreading in your tummy. The feeling of his seed filling you up and his euphoric groans sent you over the edge.

You both rode out your orgasms, swiveling hips and satisfactory sighs of release leaving your lips.

After a few minutes of content silence listening to the music still flowing through the hall you moved to get up, the sticky mess between your thighs less than comfortable.

Warm arms kept you in place, denying your movement.

"Spence I gotta clean up," you said trying to push yourself off his chest.

"If I remember correctly you said at least 25 minutes and from my calculations I have 3 minutes and 38 seconds left of cuddle time," the lanky man under you said matter of factly.

You rolled your eyes, sighing but resting your head back on his shoulder, "If I get a UTI thats 3 minutes and 38 seconds of me playing screamo in your ear at full volume."

that night you were settling into bed together when you felt him grind up against your behind. large cock growing hard with each movement of his hips.

"buck-", he cut you off.

"let me put a baby in you hm," he said nose rubbing along the side of your neck.

you could feel the arousal starting to flood your pajama shorts. his hand moved to the front of your bottoms, sliding in once you gave a nod of permission.

a sigh left your lips as his cold fingers rubbed teasing circles against your aching bud.

quickly he got up from behind you, spreading your legs and holding onto the plushness of your thighs.

your head fell back in pleasure as he started grinding up against your core but a hand on your chin brought your sight back to him.

Once outside you let your back hit the brick wall. The music from the building could be felt vibrating through the cracks. You looked up seeing the stars barley visible through the city lights.

"Contrary to popular belief you can never see millions of stars, they simply aren't close and bright enough. On a really exceptional night, with no moon and far from any source of lights, a person with very good eyesight may be able to see 2000-2500 stars at any one time."

You turned to see the same man from inside. He was gorgeous, a light stubble grazing his cheeks, long hair falling past his ears. He was a lot taller than you had thought probably taller than 6'0 but all that made you think about was him towering over you.

"Did you make that up off the top of your head? Or do you approach all your conquests with astronomy facts?"

"That depends do you usually let strange men corner you behind bars or am I just special?" he said walking closer to where you stood.

"Touche Mr."

"Doctor actually."

There was a brief pause where you both let out a giggle. The dark eyes from before seemed lighter and you cold almost make out a blush on his cheeks. The lack of alcohol on his breath told you it was from the conversation, though there was nothing to be flushed about yet.

“But seriously a pretty girl walking out to a back alley late at night is just a recipe for disaster,” he finished scanning both ends.

“Well do you plan on hurting me doctor?" you said coyly. You did you best to flutter your lashes looking up at him.

"Is that what you want?" he said letting one of his hands tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. That same hand ended up resting loosely around you neck making you gulp.

"Yes," you breathed out, "please doctor."

He wasted no time in crashing his lips to yours. You moaned into his mouth as he slid his thigh in between your own. His unoccupied hand went down to your hip, slowly guiding the pace of your frantic rutting.

Your lips parted as your head tilted back onto the brick wall. A symphony of whimpers leaving your mouth.

"Look how desperate you are for me. I haven't even done anything and you're already such a mess," he said leaving wet kisses, cooling on your scorching neck.

"Oh fuck doctor," you said clinging onto his arms, "need y'to fuck."

The power he had over you turned your brain to mush. It was sad how quickly he had you melted in the palm of hand without even doing much but kissing. At this point you didn't even care. The only thought swimming in your head was having him inside you.

A pout formed on your lips as his hands dropped from your frame. However it was quickly wiped away as you heard the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling.

"Is this what you needed baby? You need my cock to stretch you out?" he said pulling your hips closer to his.

You looked up at him for permission before you reached forward to pump your hand along his shaft. He lifted your right leg, hooking it over his arm as he pulled the thin material separating the both of you to the side.

Guiding his length to your glistening folds was a sight you'd want engraved in your brain forever. The first intrusion of his fat tip in your tight hole had you mewling a mix of curses and his title.

All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as his thrusts gained speed. The sound of your skin slapping luckily wouldn't have been heard through the door with the loud music playing inside. But anyone who walked by the alley or decided it was time for a breath of air would surly be in for a show.

"Fuck you're such a good little whore for me," he said gruffly against the skin of your shoulder, "letting me fuck you out here where anyone could see."

Your pussy clenched at his words and your moans amplified as he continued to pound into you. The curve of his cock hitting the spot inside of you that had you seeing all the stars in the sky contrary to what he said before.

"More doctor! Please wanna cum," you whined.

He made a noise of disapproval before pushing you back farther into the wall. At this point you and the red bricks were one. You were sure to have crescent marks on how hard he was holding up your thigh.

"Greedy little whore aren't you," he gritted out, "You take whatever I wanna give you."

"Please I need it! Need t'cum please please please," you rushed out bucking your hips to meet each one of his thrusts.

His hold on your hip got tighter as he started drilling into you. You could feel his heavy breathes on your shoulder and the way his cock was throbbing inside you ready to fill you up.

Your mind was dizzy. It felt like you were in a bubble of him, the scent of his cologne trapped in your senses. Your nerves were on fire, any pressure on your neglected bud would be sure to set you off.

It was as if the gods had answered your prayers when he spoke, "I can feel you clenching around me baby. Go ahead and touch yourself for me," he rasped out.

Reaching between yourself you felt the slippery mess where you both connected and started rubbing at your stiff clit. Your fingers sent lighting strikes through your body, breaking the damn that was building in your lower tummy.

"Gonna cum! I'm oh god cumming doctor," you all but yelled out. If people walking around the corner were unaware of the spectacle they sure would be now.

"That's it.. such a good girl."

Your arms around his neck let up as you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. His lips swallowing the moans you let out as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

"Where do you want-," he tried to speak out but you cut him off.

"Inside," you begged, "Need to feel you cum inside." His thrusts turned frantic as you spoke against his lips. Pleading for hum to fill you to the brim with his seed.

You sighed as you finally felt the warm liquid coat your walls, his thrusts continuing to pump into you.

He pulled out stepping back to watch the creamy mess spill down your center before be swiped it away with his fingers, bringing them up to your awaiting mouth.

Happily you took his fingers in your mouth, moaning around them at the salty taste of your mixed release. You looked up at him keeping your gaze on the sliver of brown around his dilated pupils.

_

Walking back into the bar Jessica and Erika's eyes nearly popped out of their heads as they took in the limp in your walk and your disheveled hair.

"You whore!," Erika screamed out greeting you with pats on the shoulder.

"Shut up," you said looking down feeling the heat rising to your cheeks.

Jessica giggled handing you her compact mirror, "Yeah I bet we're not the only ones who called her that," she finished with a raise of her brow.

Inside a case were cakes of various shapes and sizes. Some were single layered. The basics he figured, with labels reading fudge, red velvet, and carrot. But to the side we’re the more intricate ones. A taller round cake with blue roses roses and a lighter shade piping on the bottom. Another but instead of flowers pastel balloons covered the surface.

On the side he noticed the cupcakes. They held the same creativeness. Plain chocolate but on top sprinkles and a little pick saying happy birthday. Some had coconut shavings on them. But the one that stuck out was the vanilla cupcake with orange frosting on top. It had a little leaf and brown stem, probably the decorators rendition of a pumpkin.

It was magical. With he childlike wonder growing in him, he almost forgot the task at hand. Getting donuts for the team.

He rung the small bell on the side and waited patiently for someone to help. In a few seconds an older lady came into view. Her apron covered in what he assumed was flower and other various kitchenly stains.

“Hello how can I help you?” she chirped out kindly.

“Hi I was just wondering if you had some donuts for today?” Spencer asked fiddling with the strap of his satchel.

“Mhm! Just finished them up, if you give me a few minutes I can have someone put them into the case for ya.”

Spencer nodded along, “That would be great. Thank you so much.”

He stepped back bouncing back and forth on the balls of his heels. The small catalogue with the cake designs catching his attention. Of course he could skim through it in seconds if he wanted but instead he flipped through the pages, taking a mental note to come back whenever it was one of his god children’s birthday. Or whenever Penelope needed a pick up.

The sound of wheels squeaking made him perk up. A tall rack filled with every donut imaginable rolling right past him. The woman pushing it made a quick stop, her head popping out around the corner.

Her voice was as sweet as the doughy goodness she pushed on the rack.

“Good morning,” she said with a soft smile.

Her hair was up in a bun, headband pushing back any hair which could get in her face. She had on the same apron as the other lady except hers was more colorful. What he assumed were icing stains covered the once clean white surface.

If he looked closely he could pin point the same blue shade as the flowers on the cake he had seen before. Somehow the industrial lighting shining down from the ceilings did her wonders, illuminating her hair up like a little halo.

“Morning” Spencer was able to let out softly but at that point she had already walked passed him. He turned and followed her to the donut case.

Putting on a pair of gloves she turned to look at Spencer, “How many did you need?”

“Oh uh just a dozen please.”

He watched as she opened up a box, picking out one of each donut before adding an extra. Not just any extra. Chocolate sprinkled. His favorite.

“That’s 13 donuts,” Spencer said pointing to the box as she sealed it shut.

“Bakers dozen,” she said with a wink, “plus I see you here all the time so if I’m correct that last one is your go to.”

Handing him the box she started on putting the rest of the donuts neatly in the case. The different kinds each on their own row.

He could feel his cheeks go pink. She had watched him before? If it was anyone else, considering his line of work he would feel creeped out.

She was pretty. Angelic even. It wasn’t often pretty girls went out of their way to remember what his favorite breakfast pastries were. He’d like to remember hers too. He would remember anything she’d like to share with him. Perks of the brain, he thinks.

“Well thank you,” he paused searching for her name tag.

She tugged on the small piece of plastic pinned to her shirt, making it sit correctly between the neck of the apron. Y/n.

“And you are?”

“Spencer,” he said with a small quirk of his lips.

“Alrighty, Spencer,” even his name sounded pretty from her lips, “if you ever need some donuts early or at a larger amount feel free to call the department so we can have them ready for you.”

“I will! Thank you so much again," with one last nod, he turned walking over to the registers.

Once he walked out of the store he quickly popped open the lid of the box, pulling out the chocolate donut sitting on top of the others. A hum of satisfaction leaving his lips from the sugary taste.

“look at my pretty boy, so sensitive,” you said jerking off his achy cock.

“please mommy i need you so bad,” the brunette whimpered out. his hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat sliding down his neck.

“you wanna cum inside me baby?” you asked with a pout on your lips.

he had already cum from your hand alone twice and once with your mouth. you knew the last one would do him in but who were you to deny him anything.

he nodded his head feverishly. pleases and moans escaping his lips.

getting up from your spot between his legs you settled on his hips. sliding his cock between your soaked folds. as you slid down you let your head fall back, feeling every inch and vein deep inside you.

“please mommy you feel s’good fuck,” he let out between broken cries.

you placed your hands on chest to help you bounce up and down. the sounds of skin slapping and your pornographic moans bouncing off the walls.