Summary: A Marvey Novelization of Suits Season 5B through the end of Season 6. A lot of mutual pining and angst will occur before we reach the happy ending.

(Or: How Suits should have ended)

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No Harm List | Pt. 14

Word count: 5.5k ish

Warnings: explicit language, violence, sexual themes

Summary: You live in a city where crime runs rampant. One day, you save a young boy’s life, not knowing that he is the most powerful crime lord's heir. And you have just been put on the no harm list.

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A/N: Hiii lovelies I know it had been literal years since I’ve properly updated. To avoid confusion you may want to go back a few chapters to refresh; I recommend part 12. Also some of the next few chapters may look familiar bc I re-wrote them. But I think you will like this version much better :)

“Why did you avoid me after we kissed?” you asked again, your voice clear. You did not make yourself elaborate. You didn’t tell him how you’ve felt lost and helpless these weeks. And if you could take it back, you would. But if you were honest with yourself, no part of you really wanted to.

You just looked at him expectantly and watched him squirm in the silence. “Because.. I’m a coward,” he offered, looking down at his hands.

Your silence was loud in the air between you, pressuring him to keep talking, “I was scared because BTS has already put you in so much danger already. I mean, we're not even dating, and you were basically held hostage.”

“Don’t pin this on me.” you cut him off. You knew it was a valid point, but it wasn’t his only reason for not talking to you. “Whether or not I endanger myself to date you is a decision for us to make. Why did you avoid me?” you asked again.

“I was scared. I was scared it was an impulsive or pity kiss after being shot. I was scared you didn’t have feelings for me, so I avoided the rejection.”

You quirked a brow in disbelief. Oh, sure, he was scared of you rejecting him. “It’s true!” he insisted.

“And I don’t even know if I could date you,” he added, and you felt a part of your chest ache at the confession.

Harvey Specter X FemaleReader

18+ MDNI

I received this request and absolutely had to write it <3

(Req asked to remain anonymous)

Req; So my idea was a Harvey Specter smut (I've just started watching Suits and I'm obsessed with him) where him and the reader are in a secret relationship and they have a quickie somewhere in Pearson Hardman (they both really really like each other)

Warnings/Summery; 3.1K Smut, Fingering, Protected P n V sex, No use of (y/n), porn with some plot, if I missed anything let me know! Not super proofread, forgive me, and let me know if there are any mistakes!

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When Harvey decided he needed an on-call assistant, one that could come with him to meetings, courtrooms, do the things Donna is too busy to do, Donna suggested he hire her best friend--You.

And, he did. He took an immediate liking to your no-bullshit attitude, and your ability to write and type faster than people could talk. Your organization skills, and pretty face were no complaint, either. Between You, Donna, Mike, and Himself? Harvey has been as productive as ever. 

You, on the other hand, took a liking to his well-earned cocky attitude and surprisingly good ethics. The cute, sharp smile and way his eyes seemed to linger on your frame were never a complaint, either. You two quickly became a power-team, sharp, witty remarks and a business-forward attitude. The two of you were unstoppable. 

Which, is why nobody suspected it when the two of you started seeing each other outside of work.

Sure, when you first started working here, a couple of people around the office made suggestive comments. But with how quickly Harvey would shut them down, and your glare that could kill god if you so chose, people stopped asking. And, nobody suspected a thing. 

Nobody suspected it when he asked you out for the first time in the parking lot after working late, or when you said yes. Nobody suspected it when you went on a second date, and a third, and surely nobody suspects you each have clothes hung up in the other's closet.

Harvey fell fast, and he fell hard. You fell faster, but you'd never admit it. And how much care he has for you is still shocking, even six months later. Your relationship has stayed a very successful secret. You're too valuable for Harvey to ever let you quit, and the office's hard stance on not dating your boss calls for it to stay just between the two of you. 

You've never done anything at work, always waiting patiently for so much as a longing gaze until you're both off the clock and away from the office. Well, You do. Harvey, on the other hand, stares at you quite often. He can't seem to help it, and it's not like anybody would think it was strange to see him admiring a beautiful woman. 

And, so, here you are now. In some meeting about a something Harvey isn't quite able to focus on, while you type as quickly as your fingers will let you, taking notes on anything and everything important. Usually, Mike's brain is faster at remembering and pulling up information than your fingers and laptop, but he had other things to do today. 

Unbeknownst to you, dedicated to typing exactly what the people are saying around you, Harvey is hardly able to focus. Not with the way that silky top is hanging just right on your frame, and definitely not with the way that skirt is hugging your thighs. 

He clears his throat as you cross your legs, glancing down at the curve of your hips, then back up at the way you bite your lip when you're focused, then settling on your delicate hands typing furiously on the keyboard in front of you. He can't help but let his mind wander, thinking of your soft skin under his fingertips, what your hands feel like on his skin, wrapping around his-

"Harvey, focus." 

Jessica's scolding tone pulls him out of his wandering thoughts, turning his attention quickly back to her as he adjusts his tie, trying to ignore the tightening in his pants caused by his thoughts of you.

"I'm always focused," He sees the way you glance over at him, giving him a confused look, unaware of why he was so distracted. "I was just entranced by how quickly she types," His sharp smile grows as he motions to you. 

"I'm not writing that down." You deadpan, shaking your head. Louis snickers, leaning an elbow on the table as he nods his head in your direction, his eyes never leaving Harvey.

"Harvey, why don't you let me take her for a week-"

"No." Harvey interrupts him before he can finish, and Jessica sighs, already knowing the argument about to ensue. A common one. "Absolutely not, Louis."

"I need her for the meeting next Thursday. The merger?" Louis scoffs, shaking his head. "I need the notes in physical form and Mike can't type nearly as-"

"In your dreams, Louis." Harvey never loses that little smirk, leaning back in his chair with the most subtle shake of his head, as if the very question is absurd. To Harvey, it is.

"I mean," Louis snickers, purposefully avoiding your immediate glare. "Yeah, of course she's in my dreams-"

Harvey stands up from his chair before the words can leave Louis's mouth, moving to adjust his suit as he shoots him a tight smile. You and Jessica glance at each other, furrowed brows as you both take turns glancing at the two men having some sort of stare-off in front of you.

"You know what, Louis? You just reminded me of something." 

Harvey nods curtly, moving to walk around the table and toward the door leading out of the office, despite the meeting still going. You look at Jessica, shaking your head with a small shrug, truly at a loss for what he could have suddenly remembered. 

What Harvey remembered, was that you're his, and that he can't stand the thought of other men dreaming about you, thinking about you the way that he does. 

The second you turn back to your laptop, you hear Harvey call for you, waiting in the doorway for you to follow him. you motion to your laptop with a flat expression, glancing around the room at the meeting still going on. 

"Jessica, sorry to leave the meeting early," He starts, clearly not intending you to stay. "If I'm able to take care of this quickly, we'll be back before the meeting is over."

It's not at all uncommon for Harvey to do this. Usually, he'll get some epiphany in the middle of a conversation or meeting, leave suddenly, and then wins the case. It's just his routine. In the past, he would disappear on his own. But since you started working for him, he drags you along to do whatever it is he needs to win the case.

"I'll try to get him to hurry," You sigh, shooting Jessica an apologetic smile as you stand from your spot, smoothing out your skirt before you pick up your laptop, holding it like a pizza as you walk around the table toward Harvey. 

He watches the way your hips move as you walk toward him, opening the door wide and motioning for you to walk out first. He follows you closely behind, his hand brushing the small of your back as he passes in front of you to lead you somewhere. Usually, it would be outside to his car to go to a clients house, or to his office, or to get Mike. 

Today, Harvey has different plans. 

You follow him to his office, pausing in front of the large glass doors as he passes by them without a second thought. He hears your heels stop, turning to meet your confused expression with a familiar sly smile. He turns, continuing to walk down the hallway, knowing you'll follow. And, you do. 

He opens the door to one of the filing rooms, poking his head in and looking around before motioning for you to walk in the room. You sigh, assuming one of two possibilities. 

Either, you're going to spend the next several hours sorting through file after file until you find exactly what he's looking for. Or, you're going to have to manually type out whatever file he can't find the digital copy of. Regardless, it's boring, grueling work that won't be done before the meeting is over.

What you don't expect, is the second you walk in the filing rom for him to shut the door behind you and push you up against it, nearly knocking your laptop out of your hand as his lips crash onto yours, hands cupping your cheek and grabbing at your waist.

That's new. Definitely never kissed you at work before, let alone whatever is happening right now. Usually, Harvey is slow, sweet, takes his time with you, almost teasingly so. This is hungry, quick, eager kisses as he grabs as you like you'll disappear if he lets go. 

You hold the laptop up and out of the way, too lost and dizzy from the frantic hungry kissing to care in the moment that he's kissing you at work. The feeling of your lips slotting together, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip, nose pushed against your cheek in search of being closer. 

"Harvey," You manage to barely gain some sense, talking against his mouth as his hand slides up, taking your laptop our of your hand. "Harvey, what are you doing? We're-"

"I need you," His eyes find yours, full of lust as he moves to set the laptop down on whatever table is near you, his eyes never leaving you. He moves back to you, his body pressed against yours, trapping you against the door as his hand finds your waist again. "Now."

"Now--Right now?" You whisper, your knees already weak, and that oh so familiar tingle deep in your stomach with his words. You shake your head, blinking away the surprise. Yes, god, yes do you want him right now. But, you're at work, you can't get caught. "What if someone catches us?"

"You can be quiet for me," Harvey nods, eyes burning into yours as his hand moves behind you to lock the door, the 'click' solidifying exactly what's about to happen. "Can't you?"

You nod before even thinking, the sudden need for him almost as strong as his need for you. His eyes light up, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he dives back in, kissing you like it's the last thing he'll ever do. 

He moves the kisses to the edge of your mouth, then your cheek, then trails down your jaw, messy, sloppy, hungry, needy. 

One of his hands move from your waist down to your hips as he slowly trails wet kisses down your jaw toward your neck. His hand finds your thigh, scooting your skirt up and out of the way, his fingers gripping the plush of your soft skin as he moves your thigh up the side of his leg and up toward his hips, slotting his knee between your legs. 

You let out a sigh, your eyes shutting and moving your head out of the way to give him more access to your neck, your hands tangled in his hair and gripping onto his shoulder as he kisses and nips at that spot on your neck that makes your head fuzzy. 

His leg keeps yours in place, his knee pressing hard into the door as his thigh pushes up against your clothed pussy, your skirt bunched up at your thighs. He moves back from your neck to your lips, slipping his tongue in your mouth as his hands move up to unbutton the top of your shirt. 

You make quick work of loosening his tie, the both of you fumbling through buttons as your mouths move together the same way they have so many times before, already knowing what the other likes. 

Harvey's hand moves down between your thighs, slipping right past your underwear as his fingers slide through your folds, smirking into your mouth as you let out a shudder, your nails digging into his shoulder through his suit as you focus on keeping yourself quiet. 

He moves back to watch your face, loving the way you fall apart as his fingertips as he swirls his fingers around your clit, not giving you any warning before he moves to shove a finger inside you, his other hand moving up to cover your mouth when the ghost of a sound threatens to come out. 

"Stay quiet, my love," He adds a finger, pumping in and out of you as he moves to whisper in your ear, his voice low, hot breath on your ear and neck. "That's it, there you go."

He pulls his fingers out of you suddenly, his smirk growing at the unintentional pout you give him at the loss, quickly replaced with big round eyes as you watch him bring his fingers to his mouth, sucking off what you left on his fingers. His hands move down to his belt, the sounds of clinking and snapping as he rips it off making you even more excited. 

Your lips find each other again like magnets, your hands replacing his as you unbutton and pull down the top of his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. Your hand wraps around the base, hearing him groan quietly into your mouth as you pump up and down, once, twice-

Harvey grabs your hips, moving you over to one of the tables and pushing you against it, lifting you enough to sit on the edge of the table, hips aligned with his. He kisses you passionately, his lips never breaking away from yours as he slides your underwear off your legs. 

He pulls back, reaching into a pocket on the inside of his suit, and pulling out a condom. You give him a deadpan look, which he returns with a cheeky smile, planting a kiss on your lips before tearing it open and sliding it on. 

You lean back on your elbows and forearms, barely caring the table is digging into your skin as Harvey leans forward, standing between your legs with one hand on the table beside you, and the other holding his cock as he pushes forward, slipping between your folds, teasing your entrance, sliding up and rubbing your clit with his tip as he watches your face. Your lips part as he teases you, the faintest moan falling from your pretty lips at the sensation. 

He leans forward, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispers, his breath against your skin giving you goosebumps. 

"One peep, and we're done," You feel him line himself up with your entrance, just barely pushing in. "Think you can stay quiet, pretty girl?"

The second he feels you nod, he pushes in. You bite your lip to muffle any sound threatening to come out, that familiar pleasant stretch, followed by the tip of his cock pushing deep inside you as he bottoms out, your hips flush together, legs wrapped around him as you grip onto his suit to ground yourself. 

Harvey grips onto the table above your head with one hand, the other firmly gripping your hips as he starts to thrust in and out of you, holding you and the table in place. You let your head fall back against the table, the pace he's pushing into you already relentless, the feeling of his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips underneath your skirt exactly what you need to keep you right in the moment. 

He buries his face in your neck as he pounds into you, hitting that spot deep inside you that you can just never seem to reach on your own. You can hear him panting, small grunts and groans in your ear as he fucks you, relishing in the sounds of your light, airy breaths, doing your best to keep yourself quiet for him. 

"Yeah? Atta' girl, staying so quiet for me," He mumbles in your ear in between thrusts, biting softly at your earlobe as you grip onto his shoulders, smirking into your neck as he does his best to keep his own moaning to a minimum, despite how wet you are, how good it feels sliding in and out of you. "You're so beautiful, too fuckin' pretty in this top. Is this really work-appropriate?"

You open your mouth to protest, to tell him that, actually, Jessica gave you this top as a gift on your birthday and told you to wear it to work. But, instead, he thrusts into you harder, catching your words in your throat as you swallow a moan. 

He moves his hand down from the top of the table, sliding down your body until his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles, a stark contrast to the way he's snapping his hips against you relentlessly. 

You move your arm over your mouth to cover the sounds trying to escape, the pleasure building and building as he thrusts into you, gliding in and out with ease, the sounds wet, and pornographic as he rubs his thumb tenderly against your clit. 

He grunts as he feels your walls tighten around him, nearing your climax, and taking him with you. He keeps the same pace, but thrusts into you deeper, hitting that special spongey spot deep inside you repeatedly.

"That's my girl, there you are," He nods, encouraging you to cum around him. "Cum for me, there you go, there's my girl."

It doesn't take long after that for you to be squeezing around him, your head getting fuzzy as you cum, walls tightening around his cock as he watches your face, loving the sight of you falling apart underneath him, loving the way you keep yourself quiet for him, loving you. 

His thrusts get sloppy after that, feeling your release all he needed to let his own go, his hips jutting against yours as his cock twitches inside you, his seed spilling out into the condom buried deep inside you. 

Harvey slips out of you and wraps the condom in a tissue before you can even blink back to reality, barely shifting to sit up on the table as he walks up to you with your underwear, looking down at you with an almost sweet smile as he moves to slip them back up your legs, his fingers trailing the goosebumps left behind from his touch. 

"What was that?" You ask, wobbling as you stand up from the table, fixing and smoothing out your skirt. 

"Really good sex?" He grins, buttoning the top of his shirt back up and fixing his tie. "I'll give you a minute to fix your hair and makeup, I'll tell Jessica I sent you to get me a coffee."

"But, then I have to come back with a coffee," You shake your head, still trying to catch your breath as you fumble to button your top back up. 

He gently moves your hands out of the way, carefully buttoning your top for you and smoothing it out. He smiles, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he kisses the top of your head. 

"Then, you'll have to go get a coffee."

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Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

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WC: 7.3K

Summary: After recently joining the team, you and Spencer could never get along. What started off as you two ignoring each other turned into bickering at work. What happens when a stressful moment for you turns into an opportunity to get to know this fascinating coworker of yours?

tags: enemies to lovers, fluff, brief mentions of crime/murder at the beginning (talking about cases/kidnapping), reader is shy and anxious, reader looks young for her age. (reader might be female but i don’t think i specified)

You had been working at the BAU for the last few weeks. You tried to get to know most of your coworkers and it seemed like you were making great progress. You had heard a lot about the team before you joined and were pretty intimidated by them at first. Okay- you were still pretty intimidated by them. But you pushed through your quiet exterior little by little and slowly but surely tried to get to know them. 

All except for Spencer Reid. It seemed like he was trying to avoid you. He was always very quiet and would barely talk to you. Being a shy person yourself, you thought maybe he was just shy or a quiet guy. However, he continued to ignore you except for when he had to acknowledge you for work. 

His coldness towards you was increasingly annoying as time went on, and your perception of him had slowly warped. The things about him you once found endearing, you now forced yourself to hate about him. If he rambled for too long, it could potentially make your blood boil. However, you could never stop paying attention to when he rambled on about facts or statistics. You didn’t want to admit it, but you found him fascinating.

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i’m so obsessed with the idea of s1 spencer being this nerd outwardly, dressed in sweaters and pants ironed and pressed with a crease running down his legs; the image of an everlasting virgin who’d blow his load if a pretty person even looked his way, but being the exact opposite— no one could even fathom the way he handles you. no one could ever imagine the words that come out of his mouth when he’s pretty between your legs, hands that are always caressing the pages of a book caressing you instead, sliding over your body boldly and surely.

they don’t see the purple-black marks littering your chest and stomach. they don’t notice your shifting, trying your hardest to focus on the present task when all you can feel and think about is the dull tenderness of your ass pressed red from spencer’s hands last night, how he’d grabbed and gripped handfulls of you while you whimpered into his neck.

tinted windows hide his cock sitting deep on slow days, you spread wide on his lap and the both of you oozing down onto the car seats, cleaning fee be damned. who’d know the eyes that survey any and everything are the ones you stare into as he urges you to ride him in his driver’s seat? who’d think, from the way he looks with his hair slicked-back and a sweater that he’s swimming in, that he could do what he can?

see i totally understand why people see harvey and mikes relationship as platonic/brotherly and it’s totally a valid point of view HOWEVER harvey called mike a good boy in that low, husky tone in episode two and my brain immediately hardwired itself into shipping mode like sorry

big big marvey fic rec list

marvey is currently my most bookmarked ship, so trust me when i say i've been around the bend for marvey content. i have dug through a lot of it the past few months, so trust that these fics have been highly rated!

fics are loosely grouped, with the summary and my thoughts under the cut :3 no spoilers ofc bc i love you

I agree Mike and Harvey from suits are a little gay abt the whole lawyer’s assistant thing. It’s not a coincidence he only does the playful teasing thing with Mike Donna and Scottie. HOWEVER we need to acknowledge that Louis is single-handedly gayer than all the other characters in the show combined; he’s just overlooked cus he gets no bitches

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Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.

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