#everything is so beautiful... I missed home so much...

[chosotallgf]

NEEDY WIFE

Husband!nanami kento x pregnant f!reader

Warnings: little fluff, nsfw, bj, pregnancy

kento arrived home exhausted after his third overtime shift this week, he been working extra hard these past few past months because he knows you both are expecting.

Ever since you told him the news he been on top of his game making sure you are well taken care of and everything is good with you and the baby.

Even when you first had morning sickness he would wake up from his beauty sleep in the middle of as soon as he heard you throwing up in the bathroom to be right by your side rubbing your back gently and kissing your head saying everything will be fine.

seeing him come home with bag under his eye you knew you wanted to help your husband in some type of way. Watching him strip down to his boxers gave you a great idea to help him relax for the night.

“How the day at the office Kent?” you walked slowly up to him putting your arms around his tense shoulders. Kento smiled as when he felt your touch and felt you pressed up against him

“typically boring day, how’s our baby doing? Is she behaving?” You both don’t know the gender yet but he sometimes like to think it’s already a girl. “I got to eat plenty today and no throwing up either finally”

“Good that’s what I like to hear” he says as he bring his face closer to kiss your neck than your lips. As the kiss got more aggressively he picks you up walking back and falling on the bed allowing you to be on top, letting his tongue in and returning the same energy causing you to moaned in his mouth.

You decide now is the perfect the time for your little surprise. pulling back from the kisses making kento wine a bit from the loss of your touch. “Honey?” He said confusedly. You felt the budge in his pants getting hard.

“Just lay back and relax Kent, don’t t worry about anything else” as you Unbutton his pants not even waiting a sec in between, you got straight to giving him a few strokes up and down his dick.

Getting to tease him was your favorite part as you swirl your tongue around his tip causing him to start breathing heavy. While Also making sure you make full eye contact with him the entire time. Deciding to go fully down because that wasn’t enough for you.

“Fuck sweetie” was the next thing you heard from him. He Grips the side of your face to help him control himself not wanting to cum too fast for his beautiful wife. no, he needs to enjoy this moment fully.

You picked up the pace a bit bobbing up and down, saliva already starting to run down all of your chin from your mess. Kent was getting close and your moans over him wasn’t helping at all.

That was it you thought, he was about to cum. griping your hair gently Kento hips buckle and finish in your mouth. Than Pulling out making your mouth make a pop sound, He placed his hands on your cheeks bringing you back up to him to wipe around your mouth

“you don’t know how much I missed those lips around me, thank you i truly don’t deserve you” he pleaded to you showering you in more kisses

A/N: kinda got lazy towards the end but oh well! I finally figured out how to use dividers so hopefully the fics would be looking more aesthetically. I’m thinking about making a part 2 about the gender reveal. 

Likes, rebolgs, and comments are appreciated!!

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[rhettrosunsets]

Thesis Papers And Welcome Home's. - Joaquin Torres X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Joaquin Torres X Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: Joaquin's been on a long mission and he want's nothing more than to get home to his girlfriend, his cat and his bed. But when he come's home what he find's surprises him.

Masterlist

Warnings: No use of Y/N. Reader wears Joaquin's hoodie, reader is sleep deprived due to her thesis paper. No description of reader. Reader has drank way too many energy drinks, reader is in college working on their thesis.

Notes: This is my first time writing for Joaquin! I wanted to do something super fluffy and indulgent. I hope this came out okay!

Joaquin stood just outside your shared apartment door as he reached for his keys. The weight of his heavy duffel bag hanging off his shoulder nothing compared to the weight currently in his chest. He was buzzing with anticipation, because God, he’d missed you.

It had been three weeks since he last saw you. Three long weeks of almost no contact while on his mission. There were just a few small voice notes between the two of you at odd hours of the day. It was something he cherished whenever he got to hear how your day went, your ramblings over your thesis paper, or how your cat was doing something stupid that you wished he could be there to see because the cat had obviously picked it up from him.

He got one photo from you the whole mission. One grainy photo of your guy's cat sleeping on Joaquin's favorite hoodie like it was his own personal throne.

He missed you so much, he missed your sleepy smile and the way your eyes lit up when you saw him. And he especially the way you always hugged too tight and refused to let go for a full minute when you finally saw him after a long mission.

He just missed you.

He felt freer as he knew that in just a few moments he’d hear your beautiful voice, feel your arms around him, and he’d finally breathe easy again. He turned the knob and pushed the door open grinning wide, ready to curl into bed with you as soon as he could.

Joaquin had barely set his bag down before your cat came running up to him with a loud meow before nuzzling his face into Joaquin’s pant leg. “Hey buddy.” He said softly as he bent down to greet your cat, gently scratching him behind the ears. “Where’s mom at? Hmm?” He asked the cat.

“Meow”

Joaquin laughed and grumbled a soft “That’s a lot of help buddy.” Before standing up and taking a look around your apartment. That's when he noticed the glowing white light spilling out of the kitchen and into the living room, which was odd considering it was almost two in the morning and he thought you’d be asleep in your bed by now.

He padded in quietly, his thick boots muffled by the carpet, and paused in the doorway. 

There you were, his beautiful girlfriend who should be asleep in bed, perched on a kitchen chair in your favorite oversized hoodie that you had stolen from him after you first started dating. While you were surrounded by what he could only describe as organized chaos.

Textbooks were sprawled out across the table in varying forms od dismay. While color coded post it notes stuck to absolutely everything in the kitchen that you could seem to reach. From your laptop to the microwave laid the post it notes, all with different levels of readability. And there on the counter next to you sat at least eight empty energy drink cans lining the table. 

He blinked confused, before leaning against the doorframe crossing his arms as he raised an eyebrow “Did I come home to a crime scene, Baby?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice, but didn’t bother to look up as you kept typing, your eyes completely focused on the screen in front of you. “Didn’t know drinking energy drinks was illegal now, Torres.” you muttered softly.

Joaquin stepped away from the doorframe and finally moved fully into the kitchen to get a closer look at you as he scanned the table with inquisitive eyes. “Baby, did you sleep at all while I was gone?”

You finally turned to look at him, your eyes a bit too wide for his liking and dark circles firmly planted underneath your eyes.  “Didn’t need it or did I have the time for it. Sorry to tell you Quin, but I’m now officially in a long term committed relationship with this thesis paper."

He snorted loudly, crossing his arms again as he shook his head, “And the five energy drinks you’ve probably had in a row that are currently sitting on our kitchen counter?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, one that may make you typically shiver if you weren't so focused on your thesis paper.

“I needed to feel something. I have to finish this thesis before it finishes me.” You groaned out as you kept typing, your fingers aching with each press of a button.

Joaquin chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. Muttering a soft “God, I missed you.” to himself.

You hummed softly as you tried to focus on the blurry words crossing your screen as you kept typing. You were out of it and he could tell.

Joaquin sighed softly seeing your tense state, before finally deciding to do something, and said “I’m sure you’ve gotten enough done, you’re the smartest girl I know. Now, you’re gonna feel my intervention. Let’s go baby, step away from the glowing screen and redbull cans.”

“Quin” You say softly, ready to argue about having to finish your paper. “I can’t just dro-“

“Nope.” he said, tugging your chair back gently as he pulled you away from the counter.

“I'm getting you a real meal that’s not just energy in can, and then we’re watching some ridiculous reality tv that you love so much for some reason until you fall asleep on me in our bed that i’ve missed so much.” He say's as he closes your laptop.

You gave a dramatic groan but allowed yourself to be pulled up by your boyfriend's strong arms. He grinned as he saw your defeat of the fact that you wouldn’t be getting back to work tonight, knowing he won this little battle. He tucks you under his arm as he leads you away from the kitchen and back into your shared bedroom.

“Yeah, groan all you want baby, I came back from a mission expecting to see my girlfriend curled up in our bed and you’ve been in your own war zone via red bull cans and textbooks. It was time to call in reinforcements.” He said, as he slightly flexed the arm that wasn’t holding your shoulder making you giggle loudly for the first time that night.

You leaned into him with a sleepy smile. “I love my reinforcement. Welcome home, Love.”

He grinned widely before kissing your temple, already steering you gently toward the bed as he reached for the remote. “And your reinforcement loves you too. Now the real question, Love Island or Survivor”

“MEOW”

[itzpookiepooh]

Hello beautiful goddess. So I recently took my prom dress outta the closet 🙃 and it took me back to the day where I was more glittery than usual. My request us for LADS with an MC who likes to wear a ton of glitter like I'm talking 4 bottles of body glitter lol. Thank you so much and keep up the amazing work 😘😘😘

Gonna take some inspiration from Arianna from TikTok

Glitter!

Xavier was watching as both of you were covered in glitter. All because Jenna left you both in charge of a colleague’s going away party. The banner was glitter and you guys made glitter poppers. Xavier’s eyes were nearly seeing everything as glitter.

“I feel like everything is glitter.” Xavier mumbles tiredly as he brushes off his clothes.

“Yeah I got glitter everywhere.” You shake your head watching all the glitter fall off.

“Let’s shower. I hope that helps a little.” Xavier suggested. You wish it were that easy. You guys were stuck cleaning glitter for 2 weeks. It was in the cracks of the floors and in the walls.

“You look like a unicorn threw up all over you.” Rafayel grimaced. You guys were painting and you decided glitter would make this amazing piece of art look extravagant.

“Just say you’re jealous of my creative skills.” You cross your arms with a smirk.

“I absolutely will not do that.” He answers immediately as he puts a hand on his hip. You wait til he turns around to attack him with glitter. He screamed so loud the seagulls started to sing.

“How do I look?” You asked Sylus. You acquired another accessory that contained glitter. It was hard being a boss when glitter was everywhere.

“Mildly infuriating.” He answered without missing a beat. Your jaw dropped immediately.

“It’s not that bad!” You try to convince him but he just stares at you. You did look like a bunch of trolls tried to turn you into Lady Glittersparkles

“You glitter bombed Mephisto.” He added as the bird sat in the corner shimmering in pink. You give him a yikes expression before shaking it away.

“Well he was just an experiment.” You counter as Mephisto squawked at you making you glare. “Luke and Kieran like it right?” You turn to them as they nod with a thumbs up.

But as soon as you turned around they whispered “Help us.” To Sylus, to which he chuckled and you gave them the evil eye.

Caleb was all for it. You did stuff like this as kids! Glitter use to decorate Josephines home though she was irritated you’d do it again. You painted both of you in glitter. He was orange and you were red. A weird combo but it worked for you guys. He checked himself out in the mirror before nodding.

“We look great!” He complimented as he flexed. You laugh, “I know right?”

Caleb was trailing glitter all over the living room. It was in the couch and everything and then he did the worst thing he could ever do.

Sneeze.

Glitter flew everywhere making you cover your eyes as you tried to lead him to the shower to wash it all off.

Zayne loves you he truly does but don’t come near him with that. It’s hard to get out of his things and it even sheds at work. It gets in the bed and food with how much stuff you have with glitter. It nearly drove him insane. He was outside enjoying the sunset when you came to bother him.

“Come on! Glitter won’t kill you.” You whined to him as he pulls his sunglasses down to look at you clearly.

“Physically? No. Mentally? Yes.” He told you before putting his glasses back on.

“Zayne you’re not being fair.” You whine as he stays silent still watching the sunset. You took that as a sign to step closer but when you did he sprayed you with water.

“It seems my love needed a bath.” He teases spraying you down with the water hose making the glitter fall off.

“Zayne enough!” You dodge him as he moves closer. You tried your best to dodge but there was no escaping him as he smiled watching the glitter disappear.

Finally some peace.

Would you believe me if I told you I use to eat glitter and sequins down? I’m talking that was a daily fit back then

[carolina-thiell]

Crash Landing (Into You) · Jack Abbott x Plus Size!Reader · Part 2.

Title: Crash Landing (Into You) – Part 2 Character: Jack Abbott Pairing: Jack Abbott x Plus Size!Reader (Adriana) Format: Fic (Part 2 of 3) Word Count: ~2.2k Genre: Smut, Domestic Intimacy, Fluff, Emotional Reassurance Warnings: Sexual content, soft praise kink, explicit intimacy, vulnerability, post-shift softness Status: Part 2 of 3 Summary: The sun is up, but Jack isn’t leaving Adriana’s bed. What starts with quiet laughter and sleepy smiles turns into something slower, deeper—another kind of surrender. In the soft light of morning, Jack lets go of his armor, and Adriana reminds him what it feels like to be seen, wanted, and held. This isn’t just recovery—it’s intimacy, peace, and pancakes in the making.

Read part 1 HERE. Read part 3 HERE.

Part 2: Soft Reentry.

12:39 PM: Adriana’s Bedroom.

The sun spilled in through half-open blinds, painting golden stripes across her duvet. Jack stirred first still warm, still naked and one arm slung lazily around Adriana’s waist. Her skin was soft under his palm and her breath slow, deep.

She shifted sleepily and mumbled:

—Mmm. Is the ER on fire?

Jack kissed her shoulder.

—No and I’m not leaving this bed unless someone’s missing a femoral artery.

She turned toward him, smiling without opening her eyes.

—Hi, handsome.

He grinned.

—Hi, beautiful.

He let his gaze wander: her cheek smushed into the pillow, the swell of her chest rising under the blanket and the soft expanse of thigh peeking through. His voice dropped.

—God, you’re gorgeous in the morning.

She laughed.

—You’re biased and sleep drunk.

—Nope; wide awake, rock hard and deeply in love.

He rolled on top of her, bracing his weight on his forearms. Their bodies aligned, slow and natural.

—Tell me to stop and I will, but I’m dying to touch you again.

Adriana’s eyes met his,

—Then don’t stop.

Jack kissed her; it wasn’t rushed or desperate. He had all the time in the world to memorize her. He moved the covers aside and trailed kisses down her neck, her chest, her belly and pausing to whisper:

—All of this is mine, right?

She nodded, breathe catching.

—All yours.

He groaned; traced lazy circles on her hips, worshipping every inch. Her belly, her thighs and the way her breath stuttered when he pressed inside her slowly, fully. They moved together like music no one else could hear.

—You feel like home — Jack whispered, forehead pressed to hers.

—And you feel like peace — she answered, cupping his jaw.

Each thrust was steady, deep; he praised her in murmurs:

—So warm and soft; you take me so perfectly. You make me forget the rest of the world, Adriana. My girl; my good, beautiful girl.

She moaned his name, slow and reverent. Held his face and let him see everything. Their climax came quiet but shaking; both of them clinging, gasping and kissing through it.

Jack didn't move for a long time after; he kept brushing her hair back, looking at her like she was a miracle.

—You okay? —he asked softly.

—More than okay. You?

He nodded.

—Yeah, I’m still Jack. But you make me feel like more than just that.

She kissed him slow.

—You are. You're not just the guy who saves lives and you're the guy who makes me feel safe in mine.

He pulled her closer, chest to chest.

—I don’t know what I did to deserve you.

She smiled.

—Probably something stupid. But I’m not giving you back.

He kissed her again, with a little smile of his own.

—Good. Because I was about to make pancakes and eat them off your thighs.

Author’s Note: This is Part 2 of 3 of Crash Landing (Into You). Thank you so much for the love on Part 1! As always, English is not my first language, so any grammatical errors are my own. I welcome kind and constructive criticism, it means a lot. 💛

[gustavnilsson]

But im older?.....

skz fic. this is so bad,but whatever. also ist very short,not my kind of thing,but yeah,this was just a old draft from when i was bored,sooooo

felix x older reader

reader feels mix feelings against felix,their 3 year diffrence is scaring her..While felix is head over heels

Its raining,like its poring down from the sky,like the clouds are crying. Reader just finnished at work,feet hurting,makeup smudging and hair now wet. With sharps steps she walks threw the dark streats of seoul,on her way to her....boyfriends? boy friend? or yeah,felix appartment. He texted her a half an hour ago,saying he needed help with something. She told herself they could take it another time,but just as allways. Here she was,walking in the rain. To felix appartment,again. The water dripped as she stepped inside the appartment building,legs hurting from walking all day as she walked up the seven pairs of stairs. She could taken the elivator,but no,life was just so amazing she was going to take the stairs.

With a little to agressive knock she knocks on felixs appartment. And a half second later he is there like a puppy to his owner,opening the door with a big smile. "ah! y/n,i missed you!" He said pulling her into a tight hug. "i saw you two days ago,felix." He smiles as he kisses her cheek,his blonde long hair brushing her cheek. He was cute,to cute. "But two days is longggg,48 hours,thats not nothing!" He finnaly lets go of her as he steps aside,letting her inside his warm,cosy,smells like a little bit to much home appartment. A sigh leaves her mouth as she stepps inside,felix closing the door walking past her mubbeling something "your soaking!" She is not even listening,he was so carring,it hurted to pull away.

"Here! Take these!" Felix pulls out a pair of pink sweatpants and a black hoodie,all three sizes to big. A laugh escapes her mouth as she gently takes them,walking towards the bathroom to change. The outfit was cosy,warm,but worse of all it smelled like him.

"wow..." Felix said scanning her up and down as he stood in the kitchen,a plate of brownies in his hands. "your..your beautiful,really y/n" ..."thanks,felix...i appriciate it.." ... His eyes meat hers,his full of love,hers full of fear. "lets watch a movie" "okay"

Yeah thats was a hour ago and now their both half cuddled under the soft blankets on felixs couch,his arm over her shoulders,her head on his chest. nobody can hear the movie,the unspoken silence is to loud. it allways have. sence they where little,when y/n used to tease him in middle school how tiny and small he was,or when she gradueted and he just started first year as a freshman. yeah three years wasn´t much,but it was. she was fucking 28 allmost dating a 25 year old. she saw him as little,not as a brother,just to far away from boyfriend. He was everything,would burn the world for her. But what is love if it´s only from one person? y/n could never hate him,never. But could she ever love him? Love him enough that he deserved?

"you okay?" ops,to much thoughts... "yeah,i was just..thinking.." A beat of silence,hope fylling his eyes,or meaby it was fear.. it didnt matter. "thinking about what?".. "us." "us?" "felix we cant ignore-" "ignore what?! That im a little younger tha you?!" suddenly his voice sounded more firm,like he was trying to prove something.. or meaby it was the anger from constant rejection

"your being so drmatic,y/n! do you hear yourself?" "You want to throw away everything we have because of a little age gap?! thats ridiculous!" He was angry,whitch wasnt often,only when somethings wrong,and that meant it hurts more. "im just not good for you!" "How do you know whats good for me?" something flicred threw her eyes,she didnt know,she wanted to,but didin´t. silence.

His hand reached for her cheek,she didn´tn flinch. couldn´t. "y/n..." "y/n look at me,please" Their eyes slowly meet,his eyes fylled with something...her lip trembled. "Why cant you just let me in?" A minute passed,meaby two. Feelt like five. "your to good for me"..."y/n i love you" "i allways have,why cant you see that?" Suddenly a laugh escapes her mouth,her ears turning bright red. All the tension dropping in a moment. "okay,okay lover boy" Felix expression turns into a grin,his hand lifting to her cheek again. "alright,just kiss me already" no hesitation,just his plump lips on hers,a long wedding like kiss,a small giggle in between.

After he ruffels her hair,pulling her into his arms. "is this my moment to finally get to call you mommy?" "FELIX-" "im just kidding!" y/n lands a hard smack right to his arm as he breaks out into laughter,pulling her into him as he kisses the top of her head. "alright,alright,love you" "yeah,love you two.." A beat of silence.

"Mommy."

[bloodandiron-if]

What are the ROs love languages?

⚠️ LENGTHY CONTENT INCOMING ⚠️

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OPERATIVE D-6

Physical Touch (only with the MC)

D-6 shows love by staying close to you.

They’ll rest a hand on your knee when you’re tense. Brush your hair back from your face after a fight. Patch you up slowly and carefully, potentially having their fingers linger where they probably shouldn’t.

They don’t speak much—but their touch says: “I’m still here—and I’m not going anywhere.” And in private, when they’re sure your both alone and safe, they’ll cling themselves against your side—burying into your body like it’s home. (in correlation to the big spoon/little spoon ask)

A single touch from them means more than a thousand words.

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DETECTIVE JUNO REYES

Acts of Service

Juno protects you before you know you’re in danger.

Fixes your clothes. Sharpens your knife. Makes the hard calls so you don’t have to. They don’t say “I love you,” they say “I’ll handle it.”

If you’re bleeding, they’re already kneeling. If you’re breaking, they’ll carry your guilt like it’s their own. That’s how they love—by shouldering what you shouldn’t ever have to.

“You don’t owe me anything. This is just what you do—for the person you care for.”

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NICO/NIA RUSSO

Quality Time

Russo shows love by sticking around when no one else does.

They’ll loiter at your side after shifts, flick pizza crusts at you from across the counter—and if you smoke—drag you out for a smoke break you didn’t ask for.

They don’t always talk about it, but they choose you—over and over again. When they could be anywhere, they’re next to you, grinning like it’s a joke.

“I don’t do people who waste my time. You? You’re different. You’re real.”

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KIERAN/KIERA MYLES

Gift Giving

Myles leaves things behind without fanfare.

A rare book slid into your bag. A replacement weapon where your old one broke. A custom jacket with hidden armor, tailored to your frame.

They give you pieces of the world they move through—dangerous, expensive and intentional. Every gift whispers, “I see you,” and every one of them has a purpose you didn’t realize you needed.

“It’s not sentiment. It’s precision. And you’re worth it.”

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ALEX/ALEXI MONROE

Physical Touch

Monroe is all hands, all warmth, all soft little touches that come out of nowhere.

They don’t even think about it most of the time—hooking their pinky around yours while you’re standing, brushing their thumb over your knuckles when you’re not looking. Kisses? Always spontaneous, soft, and a little rushed—like they just remembered how much they missed you. And they always kiss you like they mean it.

When you’re busy doing something else, they’ll just… drape themselves over you. Full body weight, like a cat that’s decided this is where they live now.

Nose buried in your neck, arms loose around your waist, barely any space between you. They don’t say it—but that’s the point.

“You don’t have to say anything. I’m right here. That’s enough, isn’t it?”

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ROWAN/RHEA CARTER

Words of Affirmation

Carter doesn’t love silently.

They speak to you with unbridled purpose, as if every word contains a strong sense of importance—with that little hint of danger. They will let you know when you are brave—when you are kind—when you aren't fine, but you keep trying.

They never try to sugarcoat anything they say because they always express exactly what they mean—even if it's embarrassing to hear at times. They address the version of yourself that you don't believe is worth saving—and call it absolutely beautiful.

Carter is every right righteous, and a figure capable of changing everything. Their words become armour around your ribs, instilling a hidden faith in you that you had no idea would’ve existed without them.

“You’re still here. After everything. That matters more than you think.”

[beautyoftheships]

A little Drabble from forever ago that I don’t know if I’ll ever add too. I had plans and ideas but never made it very far. It’s heartbreaking- I apologize in advance for that.

He sat on the front porch watching the sun sink lower behind the houses across the street. Everything was bathed in golden light, the sky painted in soft colors. It was a beautiful sight, a beautiful moment. Or it would have been if the moment belonged to someone else. Someone who’s heart hadn’t been shattered into a million tiny pieces. Tiny pieces that were cutting into his chest in an effort to escape the pain. Tiny shards digging into his ribs and creating new wounds with each breath he took.

You’ll be okay kiddo. His dad had told him on his way out the door mere hours ago. The only comfort he’d offered since he’d come home in tears the night before. He knew his dad meant well but he was aware that his dad was more relieved by the events than anything else. Derek was to old. Derek had a record. Derek was a werewolf. His dad had plenty of reasons to celebrate them no longer being together. He thankfully kept his celebration to himself.

Want me to shoot him for you? Allison had been so sincere in her offer he couldn’t help but laugh through his tears when she’d stopped by earlier. She was the only one who hadn’t told him he’d be fine, that he’d get over it. She offered him her shoulder to cry on and her bow to make him feel better. If only that would make him feel better.

He didn’t want to hurt Derek. Didn’t want to cause any pain to him despite how easily he’d shattered his heart without a second thought. He knew why he’d done it, why he felt like he had to let go of what they had. Stiles just didn’t agree with him. He didn’t agree that he was safer not being attached to the alpha.

It felt like the safest place he could be was with Derek. By the alphas side, in his bed. How could he not be safe there? Sitting here felt like he was just waiting for someone to come along and see him all alone. To see him without the pack around him and to take that as an invitation to use him. It wouldn’t be the first time the human of the pack had been used to draw out the pack.

He tried to not feel bitter at those thoughts. Hell, he tried to not have those thoughts at all. He couldn’t help it though. Couldn’t help but feel bitter at being the only human in the pack. Sure Allison was human too but she was a hunter. She’d been trained on how to deal with the supernatural, how to be as strong as them. She knew how to survive and how to fight. All he was good for was his research skills.

Would anyone even miss him if he just packed up and left? Would they notice he was gone? How long would it take for them to notice? Would they notice before they needed him to research something?

Those thoughts weren’t helping him any. Then again, maybe they were? Maybe he really would be better off just packing and taking off? Maybe the pack would be better without him to weigh them down. Lydia could handle the research they needed. She often helped him do it wasn’t like she didn’t know what she was doing.

But his dad. His dad would surely miss him. He’d be alright though. He worked so much and was rarely around anymore as it was. He sure wouldn’t miss Stiles nagging him about eating better. And Melissa would check in on him. He didn’t know what was going on there but something was going on. So his dad would be okay. He’d call him and plan visits. He’d know he was okay and he’d miss him but it wasn’t like college wasn’t going to take him away anyways. This was just earlier than that. Earlier than they’d planned.

With his mind made up he stood from the porch, heading inside the dark house. The house was always dark and quiet. It wouldn’t change if he stayed or if he left. What would change when he left? Would anything even change? Would anyone even notice?

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[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Hey guys, if you could pray for me and my parents I'd be really grateful. The last cat in our old brigade, Tansy, is almost 15 and at the end of her days. She tends to get sick from allergies during the spring and she's had a rough winter and she's just, she's not going to make it through this time and she's been SUCH a good cat her whole life that we're not gonna let her suffer through it to the end. We're hoping we can get an appointment to get her put down tomorrow (that sounds awful saying it, but she's miserable and I can't watch her suffer she doesn't deserve that), so we would really appreciate your thoughts and prayers.

[transslyblue]

One of the most cruel things about having pets, is often you'll outlive them

[ploverbear]

i miss being a construction worker cause honestly a lot of my time on the job i wouldnt do anything LOL but i do genuinely also miss like. the job itself. i miss how a lot of my work revolved around going into empty buildings and go anywhere inside of them. fix them nicely ... whenever there's construction work in the offices and bathrooms and stuff it makes my heart hurt so badly. i love getting glimpses of the utility closets. i always felt like a fly on the wall maintaining an office or building but not really being APART of the culture inside of it yannow. being there transiently

[turnip-o-lantern]

No spoilers dont worry

I havent entirely finished shadows campaign in sonic x shadow generations but oh my fucking god

We are so FUCKING BAAAAACK

Once i get back from my errands imma finish this game and imma cry tears of joy (again)

[e77y]

So many projects due this weekend (when I’m FINALLY getting the chance to visit home)… ouh I am withering away…. Too much essay….. too many word…………..

[szasfuckingwife]

fwb!Sukuna who wakes up to an empty bed the next morning. Something was different when you guys had sex. It felt deeply personal, too personal. And that feeling, to you, is abnormal. Maybe it’s the way he cradled you or when he kissed your ear. Or maybe when he was reminding you how beautiful you were whilst thrusting inside you.

‘…I scared her off..’, Sukuna thought before sighing and starting his day.

fwb!Sukuna who is genuinely floored when he sees you kiss your boyfriend later that week. The way you’re smiling and laughing at him. And your boyfriend is none the wiser. He knew that it was just sex, but something in him thought maybe this time you would leave him. Maybe you would leave him for-

“Kunaaa! There you are!” Sukuna turns to see his ‘girlfriend’. She pouts up at him, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says as he carries her bag He watches as you and your boyfriend walk off hand in hand. Sukuna’s girlfriend is still talking about her day but all he can think about is how he’d much rather hear about yours. How he’d like you to stroke his hair. How he’d like to have dinners with your family.

“…Kuna? You listening to me?”

He turns around to her.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

fwb!Sukuna who feels like he’s going crazy with how he feels about you. Because, lowkey, you don’t deserve him, you deserve better. Realistically, no one is gonna have marriage plans with the guy that’s said to have had the highest bodycount in the team.

“Bro, just talk to her. You won’t get any answers here..” Toji says to him, carrying his duffel bag as they walk home from practice.

Sukuna sighs, “Fuck that. I’m not gonna go to her dorm and tell her to leave her boyfriend. She loves that guy-”

“She wouldn’t be fucking you if she loved him. She wouldn’t have been playing footsies or whatever the fuck you called it under the table. She likes you, grow the fuck up.” Toji turns to face Sukuna. “Anyways, I gotta pick up my girl.”

“The Fushiguro girl?” Sukuna grins as Toji rolls his eyes and gets in his car.

fwb!Sukuna who knocks on your dorm room later that night. You open, clad in your hoodie and shorts, rubbing your eye with a pout.

“It’s so late, this better be good..”

Sukuna sighs and walks in. He had to do this, he can’t hold it in any longer, “Who the fuck is your boyfriend? Like seriously, where the fuck did he come from?”

You glare at him before scoffing, “He’s not my boyfriend, we’re talking though.”

“Talking?” He looks at you with a raised brow.

“Yes, talking.” You answer before sitting on your bed. “Why?Jealous?”

Sukuna looks at you and sighs before getting on his knees in front of you and pulling at your shorts but then, your hands stop his and he looks up at you. “No. But you seem like you don’t like him..”

“No-”

Sukuna eyes you, “No?”

“For God’s sake, why are you repeating everything I say? I said no. Why are you even here?! You’re not gonna try fuck me and not communicate you always do this. I’m not giving it to you unless you talk to me.” You hide your smirk.

God, you were making this incredibly hard for him. He sighed and stroked his hair, “Well, I like you. More than a friend.”

You stare at him, prompting him to go on. “And…I don’t like seeing you with other guys. Especially…Especially when I know I can treat you better..”

“Why now? We’ve been friends for ages..” The words come out of your mouth send him thinking.

“I guess I’ve always felt it. I was just scared. Of ruining our friendship….of the thought of commitment. But I’m ready now. I swear-”

Your lips crash onto his and he instantly hold your head, guiding you into a passionate kiss. His hands are on you, clawing their way up your shirt. Cold fingers grazing over your nipples.

“Turn around…” He says in between kisses. Naturally, you do as he says as you get on all fours. Sukuna helps you out of your hoodie and slips your shorts down. His fingers meet his tongue before going underneath your underwear, rubbing your clit.

“I missed you, y’know…” He whispers, kissing the side of your face. But it feels so good, you just nod.

He’s so hard he barely thinks of pulling your panties off, he just moves them to the side and slides in. “…ffucckk…” You moan out. Involuntarily, you turn around to see his face and see a grin plastered on his face, “…Fuck you, Sukuna..”

He chuckles before pounding into you, if it was anyone else he’d bee all dainty and slow. But he knows you can take it. And you do. You feel his hands on you again, one on your hip, the other holding your back down. It’s so slutty, you think. But you couldn’t care less.

And when Sukuna sees you edging forward, his palm comes down on your ass hard, “Fuckin running from me…? Hm?”

“N-No…” You cry out as you grip the blankets.

“No..??” He thrusts even deeper, “Then, take it. It’s all yours..”

What happened next feels like a scene from a movie. Sukuna sees your phone illuminate and sees the name of your ‘boyfriend’ on the screen. “Just my luck…”

“Sukuna, no-” He shoves his fingers in your mouth and answers.

There’s a pause, a moment of silence before he speaks. “Hello? Y/N? Yeah, I got those movie ticke-”

“Yeah…she won’t be needing them anymore, bud…” Sukuna breathes into the phone.

“Who…Who is this..?”

“I’m fucking busy. Tell him, baby…” He takes his fingers out and passes you the phone and you try your best to conceal your moans but you’re quite unsuccessful.

You hear the three beeps meaning he hung up and you slap Sukuna’s thigh, “You’re actually such a dick.”

You feel his tongue on your neck, “Yeah, you love it though..”

Bf!Sukuna who walks around campus, hand in hand with you. Funnily enough, neither of you have seen your ‘ex’. You still feel bad but he couldn’t care less. Because now he has you.

[burymagdalene]

Covetous Cravings - S. Reid x Reader

Spencer finds himself sulking around in jealously for the first time after you regrettably tell him you have plans for the night. When surprising him with your presence later, Spencer realizes just how badly he missed you while he was away.

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader genre: Smuttttt...... (18+ pls pls) tags: Whiny & desperate Spencer, he's just very eager to please. virgin Spencer, munch!spencer, head (fem!receiving), coital takes place on Spencer's pretty Persian rug, jealous Spencer, fingering, heavy make out session, nipple play, handjob, panty sniffing, Spencer's POV! Dirty dirty dirty wc: 5.3k a/n: I've written "Spencer" so many times it doesn't sound like a name anymore. I saw this tweet and was inspired to write something related to the carpet picture. That's all. I don't even think of you that often.

Cold water washes over Spencer's tired eyes and rolls slowly down his wrists to the bottoms of his sleeves (that he rolled up to avoid getting them wet, annoyingly) as he frantically tries to wash away a strange sour feeling in his gut.

Upon looking into his mirror he gazes over the 5 o’clock shadow he’s garnered over the few days spent away in a small town in Delaware. He pulls in his lips and rubs over it with his finger tips. He doesn’t have the energy to shave it right now.

Spencer is currently harbouring a bit of a sourpuss persona, he knows this well. The team had wrapped up the case quicker than expected, leading him to message you as soon as he could about heading back to D.C. and seeing you again.

To his dismay, when he got off the plane and checked his crummy silver Nokia, that you’ve giggled at a fair share of times, the response he receives from you is… that you’re… busy?

Something about a group of friends at a late night cafe/bar getting together, he didn’t read all of it, pouting so much that he just closed his phone. Spencer is aware you had these plans before he asked to see you. Spencer is aware that he’s back from Delaware earlier than expected. Yet he’s still over his sink, face wet and cold, grumbling about your social life.

The two of you have been together for a couple months now, it’s extremely new, he knows you wouldn’t drop everything upon his arrival, but the whole plane ride home he imagined your ideas around hanging out once he got back. He got his hopes up too high.

He begins to reflect a bit, maybe a better word would be spiral, as he wanders back into his bedroom and unpacks his go bag. I shouldn’t be feeling lousy right now, he thinks. We’ve been dating for 2 months and 3 days, he had missed your two month anniversary while he was away. He couldn’t even text you that day because he was too busy. Should he even text about anniversaries like that? He’s so new to this he has no clue. 

Considering your dating timeline now he starts to worry. He’s inexperienced, almost completely… no, yeah, actually completely. He sighs.

You have been over twice, by all the beautiful luck he might have fostered in a past life, he has had the spine-tingling honor to have made out with you those two times as well. After a handful of museum and bookstore dates, even visiting your apartment once, the first time you shared a kiss was when he was showing you Jean-Pierre Melville’s Le Cercle Rouge, attesting it was substantial to the gangster film genre. 

When he felt your eyes against the side of his face during the best part of the film, he took a double take at you, seeing an unreadable expression in your eyes. He cringes at the memory of his confusion.

“Th-this part is really good… Pierre’s use of cinematic synecdoche here is perfectly timed compared to–” 

You had leaned in closely and started kissing along his jaw as he fumbled through the rest of his explanation till he tapered off into a whimper that was sealed with a kiss planted on his lips. He even reached to the coffee table in front of him while you were kissing to pause the movie, not wanting you to miss anything.

Spencer groans a bit at the memory, a little embarrassed, he now would recognize the signs you were displaying easier. He’s jealous of his past self, having you to himself so unabashedly. He’s jealous of his past time spent with you and he’s jealous of your friends right now who are hearing your laugh and smelling your perfume all night.

He sighs and flops down on his back to his bed. Spencer does not feel jealous often. He feels completely rotten and out of sorts. He thinks, maybe if he would’ve kissed you more suavely that first time you would’ve dropped your plans now. Maybe if he translated the French into English for you in a more sultry voice you’d skip out on a coffee with your friends. Maybe–

Spencer hears a faint knocking on his front door. He looks over at his alarm clock, 12:12 a.m., hm. He’s hallucinating for sure. Like a lonely old man who hears his late wife’s voice in the dark of his haunted halls–

Another tentative knock. 

He leaps up from his bed and races over to the front door with his legs moving so fast he feels like he’s in Looney Tunes. His heart starts pounding as he looks through his peephole to see a small blurry version of you shifting on your feet. He scrambles to unlock his door and swing it open. 

“Hi!” You smile at him, smelling like strong coffee mixed with whatever lactonic and spicy fragrance you usually wear that curls his toes. You step forward and give him a hug, your arms wrapping around his neck. This springs him into action, wrapping his arms around your waist he mutters out a “wow” against your shoulder. Like he just won a sweepstakes. 

You pull away a bit, but Spencer's arms stay around you. “Is it okay I’m here? You never responded to my texts.” You give him a shy smile and he realizes as he was grovelling he didn’t open his phone again after you said you had plans for the night. 

“Yes! Yes,” he clears his throat… be suave. “Of course. Um. Was just thinking about you, ha. Come over whenever. Yea. Even if I say I’m busy, come over still, haha.” Shit. 

“Ah. Okay, noted. I missed you too, Spencer.” You giggle a little at him and walk into the apartment, leaving him to shut the door behind you. “What were you thinking about?” You muse. 

“Ummmm. Le Cercle Rouge.” Spencer clears his throat again. IQ slashed to 60. 

“The Le Cercle Rouge incident, right.” You laugh again and look over at where he’s standing with a blank face. “Oh. Are you sure it’s okay that I'm here? I know I said I was busy, so I’m sure you’re ready for bed now, especially after the case. Did that go well?” His blank expression has made you nervous, he notices, though he was just considering again the feeling of his neck being kissed for the first time in 24 years. 

“Please stay. A while, too. I’m not tired.” A pause with long eye contact. “The case went surprisingly well, hence the early arrival.” 

The curve of your lip pulls up in a smirk and he sees he’s convinced you fully now. You bend down and unzip the sides of your brown high rise boots, leaving you in your black tank top, skirt, and now kneehigh socks that create a monochromatic wet dream for Spencer. Though this isn’t a dream, he shakes his head from side to side to get rid of the distracting thoughts.

“Good.” You sit down fully on his red carpet now, trying to pull your last boot off. “You know, you were a really short walk from the coffee shop, I’m surprised you’ve never been. As soon as you texted you were back I kept trying to slip away as politely as possible.” You talk while struggling with the shoe.

Spencer takes a deep breath in and meets you on his carpet, sitting on his knees to pull the boot off of you, which was incredibly easy. You were pretending to struggle with it on purpose. Once removed, he sits back against his heels and pushes your knees together by your ankles.

“You walked?” He mumbled back. He would’ve picked you up. He should’ve just checked his phone, told you to have a good night like a proper boyfriend. 

“Mm, like five minutes. No worries.”

“Its midnight- I. I can always pick you up.”

You whined your response, “But you weren’t answering your phoneeee.”

Spencer rubs his face with his hands, covering his smile a bit and feeling his skin heating up. “I’m very glad you showed up anyway. Even if it scares me you walked alone this late,” he glances at you leaning back against your hands, knees still pulled together. “You look very pretty.”

“Really? Thanks. I thought so too. About you, I mean. You’ve got a little 5 o’clock shadow right now, you look really handsome.” You smile and let out an airy laugh. Spencer subconsciously rubs his face again. He’s not sure when these jittery feelings will go away, if they ever will. One compliment from you and he’s feeling a blush coming from inside of him stretch over to his skin. 

He remembers his petulance earlier, his flair for the dramatics. Whining over people other than him seeing you, cursing his past self for awkward conversations, so he leans over onto his hands and knees and kisses your lips. 

You hum against his lips, knees together against one of his sides, happy at Spencer's first time initiating a kiss between you. You sit up off of your hands now  so they can cup his face and pull him firmer against you. Taking one of his wrists from where he’s planted on the floor to the other side of you, you guide him to slowly hover over you. 

Spencer can’t help but let out a tiny noise, a moan, against you as his palms dig uncomfortably into his carpet. He feels you lean back against your elbows and swing one of your legs to the other side of him. Now, you are pressed flat against the carpet, legs on either side of his waist. Spencer slowly moves so he’s on top of your frame, elbows crowning your head.

Both times Spencer has had the pleasure of tasting you like this you have been straddling him on his couch. This is the first time that he’s been able to lay on top of you and feel his hip bones dig into you and your legs around him.

Woah. Your legs are wrapped around him, just like how he’s dreamed of having you in his bed. Legs squeezing helplessly around him as he buries himself in you. Feeling your chest against his as you arch up into him. He lowers one hand to trail it up from your shins covered in your knee highs that make him faint to your hip.

He pushes his crotch down a bit from where it was against yours, making it so the hard-on he’s now sporting is against the floor now. He remembers the visceral feeling of you kissing his neck. Immediately he’s moving down to return the favor. What starts in soft kisses escalates quickly to sucking and laving against your skin, face buried into the source of his wildest dreams, your perfume. 

Your hands are carding through his hair right now, nails scratching at him softly and he has to position himself a bit closer to the ground now to rub off some built up tension his cock is begging for. This is usually where you part.

Face buried in your neck he’s smelling your intoxicating scent and moaning against the skin. He feels like a wild animal smelling a pheromone filled scent gland. Spencer realizes briefly where he is and pulls up from your neck to stare down at your face.

Hair haloing around you, you’re feverish and pressed against the Persian rug he spent his first big paycheck on. You have a bit of mascara smudged under your eyes and the lamps scattered around his living room are highlighting you in a way so beautiful he moans out again softly. No friction, no kissing, just by looking at you.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he traces the line of your neck up and down softly with the tips of his fingers. “I almost drowned in my sorrows before you knocked on my door.” He leans back down and chuckles against the skin of your neck.

You don’t have exactly the same romantic thoughts in mind as you gasp out for the first time since he’s laid on you, “You feel so good against me, Spence. Wanted this so bad,” he stops kissing, breathing lightly against your neck as you continue. “Can’t believe I haven’t pulled you on me sooner.” He’s blinking silently hidden in the corner of your neck. He acts on a whim and bites down lightly against where your neck and shoulder meet and you squeal. 

Spencer was not prepared for the blazing eye contact he’d be met with once pulling away to look at you. Your tank top has ridden down, the top of your pink bra showing a bit and your hair is drastically more disheveled than when you arrived. He can feel his heart in his throat. He has to keep making you let out that sound.

You seem to notice his brazen eyeline and you take one hand to pull the neckline of your top down a bit, exposing most of the bra covering your breasts that are only slightly spilling out from all your wiggling. Spencer shuts his eyes like he’s in pain, but he’s actually moving his hips up and away from the floor so he doesn’t come in his pants right then and there.

A completely new and formidable heat spreads over him and into his loins. Never in his life has Spencer trembled with anticipation in this way. His skin is on fire and he’s struck with the overwhelming need to make you the happiest person in this world. He wants to have you shiver and shudder completely against his apartment floor, he wants to hear every moan and grunt until your voice gives out. He wants to fuck you with his mouth.

“Gah-God, baby,” Spencer moves himself away from you so that he’s kneeling between your open thighs, rubbing the outsides of your legs as he looks into your eyes. “My mouth. Um, can I use my mouth?” He lets out a shaky breath at the image.

You bite your lip softly at him, he feels like he just licked the screen on one of those old staticy TVs he used to have. “Use your mouth for what?” You half play coy and half ask in earnest, not wanting to jump to conclusions since you and Spencer have never taken off many layers together.

“I want to use my mouth to make you cum.” His face flushes immediately, your eyes widen in shock. He drags his sight down to where you lay in front of him. Legs spread open and skirt ridden up giving him an obscene upskirt of your underwear for him. Also black. He keeps his eyes there as you reply.

“Yeah. Please, please-” he whips his head up to look at your face again to engrain the image of you unkempt and nodding a desperate yes into his memory. He lightly reaches out between your thighs to briefly feel the bottom of your panties. He’s barely thinking, his first instinct was to gauge how wet you are, to compare it to how you’re going to feel later. You gasp sweetly and he moans in response, untouched, again.  

With this searing hot permission Spencer gets hit with a strong pietistic devotion towards you. There is literally nothing in his life that has mattered more to him right now than how the gusset of your panties stick onto you and that his tongue can finally be given the task he has thought about constantly since knowing you. 

The anxiety Spencer was expecting as a result of his inexperience is completely overthrown by a perfectly instinctual autopilot setting he falls into. The excitement of making you feel good, you letting him touch you in such a profound way completely overshadows the doubt of his expertise. 

Not that he’s completely clueless. Erotica classics hide in his bookshelves, copies of Anaïs Nin’s short stories, the detailed counts of female pleasure derived from biology books, decent sex education stemming from the countless hours he’s poured into literature. He’s fairly in tuned to what generally makes people crumble, he just has to try it out himself. 

Spencer starts at the top again. The push and pull between him and eating you out the way he’s craving will have to drone on a little longer as he starts kissing along the exposed skin of your breasts, not wanting to leave anything unkissed. How rude. 

You outstretch your neck to him and slide the tank top off yourself, leaving just your pink lace bra that's covering little of your nipples. Spencer fingers the straps briefly while taking in the sight of you. He cannot believe the cosmic circumstances that have led him to this moment.

“D’you like?” you mumble while watching him eye-fuck you. He almost feels sorry for how he’s watching your chest rise and fall but the way his dick is pulsing under the confines of his underwear allows for little words.

In fact, his hips kick a twitch forward at the sound of your voice. A siren song as old as time. 

“MmmIwanna,” Okay. Form words. “I wanna-” he pities himself enough to give up on that one and kisses along your chest again.

“Do what you want to. I want to feel you everywhere… I want you to touch me.” You seem to understand his dilemma. A once articulate tongue falls flat in such a frenzied situation. 

Spencer palms your tits through your bra properly now while kissing you sloppily. He feels the friction of the lace against his palm and your hardened nipple receiving the rough friction from it as well. He picks up on your whine against his lips and pulls your bra down by the middle of it, exposing your chest fully. 

You gasp against his lips and move your tongue against his as a thanks. Spencer lets out a tiny “ah” from the back of his throat when your tongues meet. To regain composure he takes the nipple he was palming through lace earlier and rolls it between his middle finger and thumb, it’s your turn to kick your hips up for friction now. 

He decides to lower his hips against yours fully for the first time, desperately searching for that debauching pleasure that he was avoiding earlier. His dick rests nicely under your belly button and you bite his bottom lip when he’s fully settled against you, he feels sort of proud. 

Feeling your body completely pressed against him in this way makes him mourn every second he’s been with you and not made you moan in happiness like he is now. Wishing that the pesky virginity he’s carried with him this long will be taken by this angel underneath him right now. His cock twitches against you at the thought of it.

He stops fiddling with the nipple and instead moves to hold one of your hands with his as his other hand moves to rub your neglected nipple. He subtly grinds a long and slow rhythm against where you two are pressed together and you make a curious noise, a full moan caught before getting let out. Nudged in your throat as you hold it in.

Spencer thinks for a moment and smiles at the realization that it sounds almost exactly like how you hold back a laugh in your throat. A small and choked out “hngh” high pitched before its snuffed out. He thinks of any future endeavors where he gets to hear you hold back a laugh in a quiet museum or library from one of his stupid jokes. With this comparison he’s going to be pathetically hard in so many more inappropriate situations now.

“Please, can you please take my panties off.” You mewl gently, almost as if you’re worried he will refuse, and break him out of his thoughts. Spencer nearly forgot how lost in his head he was while methodically rubbing your sensitive breasts and grinding against you. 

“Pretty girl, I’m sorry.” He really is, he never wants you to feel so desperate you have to beg for him to touch you, but without interference he could probably sit for eight hours straight playing with your tits to see if you could come from it. He whines out loud at the thought. “I will, of course, I will.”

The feeling of him peeling himself off you feels tortuous. However, it is very much a high risk, high reward scenario when he looks down between your thighs again to see a wetter fabric clad to your hips. Spencer leans towards you, pushes your socks down slightly to kiss the tops of each of your knees. You giggle and he nips the inside of your leg slightly. 

It’s dizzying, the experience of pulling your panties down for the first time. Every night where he has sloppily fucked his fist thinking of your smile lines and pretty hands, every evening after you’ve left his apartment well kissed has finally led to this life altering moment.

Your panties have been slid off and he’s got an iron grip on them as he’s staring at you fully exposed, the translucent liquid smudged around your cunt. He’s trying incredibly hard to not push them up to his nose and inhale, he thinks he’s done enough animalistic sniffing and grunting at you tonight. He places them neatly on the couch instead. 

“Baby, Spence, you’re a voyeur.” You laugh at his staring gently, he assumes 25% of this experience for you has been watching him stare bug eyed at every inch of skin you’ve surrendered. He lays down flat on his tummy, sucking in air through his teeth as his dick presses against his carpet through his slacks again. “Feel sensitive, that feels like a lot?” You ask softly down at him. He flushes, embarrassed a little that you notice him the exact same way he notices you. Spencer pinches his eyebrows together and nods.

“Feels.. real good though.” He laughs gently at himself as you groan and rest your head back down on the carpet at how sweet he is.

He wraps his arms tightly underneath your thighs to pull your pussy closer to him, your skirt riding up to your belly in the process. He feels you squirm a little under his arms and kisses the skin above your hip flexors softly.

His heart skips a beat when he’s up close to you, a sliver of doubt creeping up along with the immeasurable need to make you feel good. Spencer takes his tongue out and licks a broad stripe up from right below your opening to above your clit. This is more for himself, actually. He wants to taste every single drop you expelled from him kissing and touching you, it’s what he deserves.

Spencer's arms immediately have to resist against your thighs moving shut, using a bit of his strength to keep you open as he does it again. This time he moves his head slightly side to side. The whine he hears coming from your lips makes him take one arm away without thinking to hold your lips open and wraps his lips around your clit.

The open window you get without one arm suspending your leg allows you to close one thigh to the side of his face while the other is still pried open by him. He continues to suck gently, pulls away and lifts up the skin covering your clit, kisses it softly, you let out a pitiful sobbing noise and Spencer sucks your clit again, rolls it between his lips.

You help him out by taking your other thigh away from his face and holding it up yourself. “Wh-who taught you to do this?” You squeak out giving him a sense of confidence he’s been desperately striving for. Spencer cannot bear to part from your cunt to reply so he just hums lowly against you, hoping that you get his message of I daydream about doing this to you every waking moment through the vibrations he’s emitting.

He feels you rock your hips against his face greedily and he smiles a toothy grin against you. His perfect pliant girl, he couldn’t be happier to have your wetness rubbed against his nose as he dives into you. 

Wanting to escalate the scenario a bit, he’s internally pleading to feel you cum against his face, Spencer begins to suck harshly and suction onto your clit intermittently. The loud “fuck” you whimper out and how your torso isolates to twist to the side as you keep your hips in place is a good indicator that he’s making you feel good. This is a dream.

“Hh- mmmm” you cry out and Spencer flickers his gaze up to your face. You’re scrunching your face like a sweet bunny and have one hand up and posed above his head, waiting to push him away, the pleasure so strong you have to implicitly prepare yourself to shove him away when it gets to be too much. He moans highly against you.

The hand you had defensively propped up begins to lightly push at his face, he smiles at this, suctions your clit through his lips and runs circles over it with his tongue, your hand falls limply to your side.

“Fingers- ah, fingers!” You manage to gasp out one more plea before sucking your lips in and moaning deeply against them.

You seriously do not have to ask him twice. Being able to feel you twitch and grip around his fingers while he sucks on your clit has him pushing himself against the floor. The bordering on painful stimulation he’s getting from using all his body weight to hump his carpet sends tingles up and down his spine. As you said, sensitive. 

Spencer starts by tracing your entrance with his middle finger, he slips in easily just by doing that, your slick and his spit making the intrusion incredibly easy. He wastes no time pulling his finger up against your g-spot and slips in his ring finger alongside it, rubbing slick circles inside of you.

The noises your cunt is making from his incessant sucking and rubbing could probably be heard from any of his neighbors walking by his front door. He gasps hotly at this thought, what are you doing to him? Has he no shame?

You’re riding his face and fingers again, mumbling intelligible sentences. God, his cock hurts. 

“Baby, close, don’t stop-” The angelic words fall from your mouth and his ears perk up like an owner saying her dog's favorite words to it. Spencer continues exactly what he’s doing against you and looks up at you again through your back arching.

He can feel you twitching and senses you’re done for. If only he could talk and eat you out at the same time, he wants to call you pretty until tears come from your eyes. You gasp wetly and come all over his fingers.

Your thighs clamp against his head and he lets you do whatever you need to do to his face to get off. He’s rubbing soft and soothing circles against your hips as you hiccup through your orgasm.

You open your mouth as if you have something to say, and close it again, shuddering out a breath of air. Spencer pulls away, he can talk again.

“My good girl, thank you. I mean, you tasted so good… you’re so pretty, my pretty, oh my god-” He’s got a lot on his mind right now.

Spencer watches and follows your movements as you sluggishly sit up to kiss him, moving your tongue against his in an eager display to taste yourself against his lips, he whines again, feeling your warmth against him. When you palm him through his pants Spencer stutters out a pornographic “hnnn”, the friction from his rubbing against the floor has left him painfully needy.

“Can I take your cock out baby?” You ask against his neck. Spencer is aware of the embarrassing uhhuh uhhuh he releases as he scoots back against his couch. You don’t bother teasing him, taking out his red dripping dick from his pants and underwear and you don’t even giggle when it makes a whip sound as it taps against his skin.

He actually has to close his eyes after watching you whine in overstimulation as you collect your come from yourself to use it as lubrication to jerk him off with it. He’s genuinely going to pass out.

With a mouth open to the shape of an “o”, Spencer has an onslaught of tiny gentle noises that fill up the room alongside the skin slapping sound of you jerking him off. You touch the crown of his dick and one of his arms shoots out to brace himself against the couch. 

He accidentally grabs your panties he placed on the couch earlier.

Not thinking, he grips onto them and you kiss his cheek. “Want em’?” You tease. “My panties are in my top drawer next time you come over and want to snoop around.” You joke further, a red flush of humiliation covers Spencer's neck and chest. He slowly moves his grip on them over to his nose. Too far gone to have the same self-control he had earlier to set them aside, he finally indulges in taking in your scent.

He’s somewhat expecting more prodding and teasing, but you just continue to kiss over his face softly. He’s so thankful.

There’s no surprise to the fact you have him coming especially fast. Spencer feels his legs twitch and he sets down your panties to kiss you properly as he finishes all over your fist. 

As he comes down from this unexplainable high he is struck with such a tender feeling of affection towards you his eyes water. You notice and scoot onto his legs and lap and wrap your arms around him in a hug.

Not letting go until you feel him chuckling against you, you ask him how he feels and he sighs out dramatically. He’s so exhausted now.

You shyly offer to wet-vac his carpet once you guys move to clean yourselves up and he breaks out into a laughter that makes his stomach hurt. You eventually join his contagious laughter at the situation.

Spencer’s suggestion for you to stay a while is accepted with open arms. You spend your first night together wrapped up in each other's embrace. Being back in his own bed with you here settles his mind so gently that within three minutes of his head hitting the pillow he’s out like a light. 

In the morning when he wakes up for work he rubs his nose softly all over your face to wake you up. Spencer offers that you stay in his bed and sleep more or he can drive you back to yours before he heads over to work. He ends up driving you home so you can get ready for work yourself. Once you’re back home he finally opens up his phone again from last night to see a picture of yourself you sent on the walk to his apartment last night with the text under it “Had to come see you anyway, hope the doors unlocked mwahaha”.

He finds himself smiling at his missed message all day at work and once he’s seated back in his car to go home later that day he finally finds the “forgotten” panties you left on his passenger car seat when you left this morning.  

Spencer flushes then pockets them before texting you that he is in fact not a voyeur or a perv and he did not put your panties in his pocket and he is not asking you to come over again tonight so he can cook you a pasta dinner before he lays you out for him again, hopefully on his bed this time.

[certifiedyapperx]

imagine you’re dating ghost and no one knows. the two of you have kept it a secret on your end and his just for your protection— because ghost knows what could happen if someone finds out, how someone might try and target you to get to him, or worse, given his line of work.

but then imagine that he’s on a mission, interrogating some piece of filth ready to decorate the fucking wall with his brain matter when the guy says “you know what, simon, killing me would be the biggest mistake of your life.”

immediately ghost would pause, eyes narrowed, though his hardened demeanour wouldn’t fade much, he’d just blankly stare at the prick like “oh yea? n’ why don’ you tell m’ why.”

the shit-eating grin that would crawl across that fuckers lips would have ghost ready to kill him right then and there, but then he’d say “reach in my pocket. pull out my phone.”

id like to think ghost would have absolutely none of this assholes bullshit, not at all entertained by his theatrics. i’d like to think he’d just press the muzzle of his gun to the fuckers temple within an instant, all teeth barred and ready to get it over with when the guy would add,

“your girlfriend is a fucking beauty, isn’t she?”

everything would pause. ghost, time, the world, air, the universe itself—the life that would drain from ghosts face would almost be enough to make his alias a reality. his heart pounding in his throat, his fingers fucking trembling as he immediately reached into the assholes pocket to find his phone—a picture of a woman tied up (face not in view however) lighting up on the home screen. there’d be no thinking rationally, no thoughts in ghosts head except for making sure you were fucking okay. he’d do whatever he’d have to do, kill the guy, leave him strapped there, whatever—he’d be out of that room in two seconds flat and personally flying the helicopter back to your house calling you nonstop every fucking second until you answered.

“hello? si?”

he’d wait a second before answering. taking everything in. background noises, the inflection of your voice. it sounds calm, maybe too calm? he’s grasping his phone so fucking hard it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered between his fingers.

“princess,” he breathes, fighting with everything in him to keep his voice steady. “see any birds today?”

though it was a genuine question, it also was an established one. ghost had set up a series of questions for a situation precisely like this. if you said blue jay, it meant you were fine, at home, as usual. if you said crows, it meant you weren’t.

“oh just the usual blue jays, si.” he could almost hear the smile on your lips. “everything okay? i miss you.”

ghost would exhale a shattered breath. “i’m coming home.”

and then he’d show up, not all but a few hours later, hands still trembling slightly, heart rate still struggling to regulate. it was too much, reminding him too much of his past traumas, he knew he needed to find better protection for you, but that was a conversation for another time.

he’d come in the house, barely even taking the time to shut the door behind him, almost frenzied again, relentless, unable to relax until he could finally lay eyes on you. and then, the second he did, he’d just pause and look at you, all messy hair and pyjamas still on, in the kitchen cooking breakfast for you both since you knew he was on his way.

and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word, he’d just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you so tight you’d hardly be able to breathe, his face buried in your hair and his heart thumping at your back. you’d feel the pain the fear the anxiety radiating off him and you wouldn’t try to say anything because you knew he needed this, you knew he needed to see you, hold you, feel your pulse stable and alive. you knew he just needed a moment to breathe.

and so the two of you would stand there like that for a while, and then he’d take a big inhale and spin you around to face him, pulling up his mask to plant soft kisses on your jaw.

“i love you so fuckin’ much.”