lovurg

[lovurg]

[lovurg]

i love when his hair is more-so parted down the middle. I CANT EXPLAIN IT

[lovurg]

He has a kink so what?

[lovurg]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ...

criminal minds

✮ꜜ : guilt's a motherfucker , spencer reid. sequel: now i see daylight

✮ꜜ : long time coming , aaron hotchner.

✮ꜜ: you're still a traitor , spencer reid. sequel: wait for your love (coming soon)

✮ꜜ: nobody ever loved me like you do, spencer reid.

✮ꜜ: goodbye love, you flew right by, spencer reid. sequel: paper hearts (coming soon)

[lovurg]

guys im dtill alive

[lovurg]

nah that was too good bro

Undying Desire

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗭𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗭𝗲𝗱 𝗡𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘀 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭.𝟮𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪! 𝗨𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗪𝗥𝗔𝗣 𝗨𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘!), 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶-𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝗔/𝗡: #𝗶𝗻𝗺𝘆𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗲𝗿𝗮 :𝟯 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗭𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗜’𝗺 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳! 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛! 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧!

“Zed, I’m at the gate.” You say through the phone, shivering in the cool night air as you wait for Zed at the gate between Zombie Town and Seabrook. You’ve been sneaking out of the house pretty frequently lately to spend some time with your drop dead gorgeous boyfriend, Zed.

“I’m walking down the street now, I see ya.” He answers through the cell, but he’s hung up before you can answer. You get worried for a moment, but the anxiety disappears the moment you see him from across the gate. Zed jogs up, pushing open the gate just wide enough for you the slip through.

He instantly pulls you into an embrace, arms wrapping around your shoulders. You sigh into his warm hold, now shielding you from the chilly wind. “I missed you.” You mumble into his firm chest, arms wrapping around his torso. “You saw me today.” He chuckles, and you pull away just enough to peer up at him. “You know what I mean.”

“What’re you wearing, aren’t you cold.” He asks, eyeing your cheer uniform that adorns your body oh so well. “Practice ran late, I didn’t have time to change.” You answer. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm ya up.” He smirks.

You two fall into step, hands interlinked with one another’s. Your free hand grips his bicep of the hand you hold as he leads you through the dimly lit street. He leads you through many dark alleyways til he’s satisfied you’re both hidden from any prying eyes if the night.

“Guards have cracked down here lately, can’t go to the usual spots this time around.” He whispers, slowly backing you into a wall. “S’okay, as long as I’m with you.” You reply, peering up at him through your lashes. Zed’s hands find home at your waist, pulling you close. “I missed you too, you know?” He whispers, head dipping down to yours.

You sigh, hands splaying over his broad chest. “I wish we didn’t have to do this.” You admit, shivering as a gust of wind whistles through the alley. Zed’s shoulders slouch slightly in defeat, “I know, I wish things could be different—that I could be different.” He says, and you’re quick to shake your head.

“What, no. Zed, I don’t want you to be different. You shouldn’t have to change yourself for me. I…” 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵. “I love you just the way you are.” Though you and Zed have been secretly rendezvousing together for more or less three months, neither of you had said the L word.

Zed is taken aback, and you drop your head to avoid his gaze. He quickly composed his giddiness, a hand moving to cup your jaw. “Oh, Y/N/N.” He starts, but you still can’t muster up to the courage to look up at him. “Let me see those eyes.” He whispers, and you finally crane your neck up. “I love you, God I’m so in love with you. And—and I know I can’t give you all that a human can but—“

“You give me enough, Zed. You’re all that I need.” You stop him, and his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

“Zed,” You whisper bashfully, and he hums in question. “please, kiss me.” You beg, and he’s more than happy to oblige, dipping his head to meet yours, lips enveloping your own.

The kiss is searing hot and burning with passion. Your hands hold his face to yours, his moving to grip your waist once more. Hands tangle anywhere and everywhere, neither of you can get enough of the other. You moan into his mouth as he cages you against the wall.

He pulls his lips from yours to trail wet kisses down the column of your throat, his hands sliding up and under the front of your shirt to grope your tits. You can feel him smirk against your kiss ridden skin. “No bra?” He quips.

“Zed, please.” You beg breathlessly, and he kisses up to your ear, “What is it, baby? Use your words.” He whispers. “Need you.” You say, hands sliding to the waistband of his pants. “Yeah? I know what you need”.

Zed takes his hands to your shoulders, turning you around so your face is pressed up against the alley wall. Your hands flattening against the brick on either side of you. Zed pulls your hips out to bend you over, and you moan at his man handling.

You hear him undo his belt before he flips your cheer skirt up over your ass. Your pink panties now the only thing standing in his way. You turn your head, eyes dropping to his painfully hard cock, standing straight up and ready to wreck you.

“Wanna ruin you.” Zed mumbles, a hand moving your panties to the side, fingers dipping through your folds. You let out a moan as he swiped through your slick. “All this and I haven’t even touched you yet?” He teases, hand now lining up his cock with your dripping cunt.

“Please, Zed.” You moan, and he slowly sinks into your soaking heat. “Fuckkk.” Zed groans out, one hand gripping your hip for dear life, the other flattened against the wall by your head for support. He grips your hip tighter, if even possible, and begins to thrust in and out of you at an agonizing pace.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan, Zed’s cock brushing that sweet spot with every thrust. You place your hand on top of his on the wall, unknowingly and accidentally brushing his z-band. It malfunctions, and his veins grow dark. But before Zed can react, his darker side is already taking over, hungry for more. His pace quickens, and he pounds into you harder.

“Fuck, Zed, fuck me.” You moan, hips slapping into his own with each harsh thrust of his hips. “Tell me how good I make you feel.” He demands, still relentlessly pounding into your cunt. “So good, you fuck me so good, Zed.” You praise him, climax straying to build up.

“Yeah? I fuck you better than a human could, huh?” He growls, you let out a moan in response, but it’s not enough. Zed slaps a hand down on your ass, “Tell me.” He orders. “Fuck, yes. You fuck me so much better than anyone else could Zed.”

“Yeah, fuckkk.” He groans, head lulling back as his hood snap into your own. Your hand grips his tighter, “Zed, m’close.” You moan, fingers brushing his z-band and returning it to normal. His pace stutters for a moment before he picks it back up. “Fuck, me too.” He moans, hand spanking your ass once more.

He pulls his hand from the wall, dipping it down to circle your clit, your orgasm washing over you as he continues to assault your abused cunt. He’s making you ride out your high as he chases his own, and you can barely take it. Your knees buckle and your head drops. “Zed,” You moan, but before you can beg anymore his hips stutter and he’s pulling out, pumping his cock a few times before his white ropes shoot across your ass.

You both take a moment to compose yourselves and your breath. Zed grips your waist, turning you around to face him, “Fuck, I love you.”

𝟐/𝟕/𝟐𝟒

[lovurg]

On the case

[lovurg]

Luxury poker nights (18+)

cw: sex-servant kink, voyeurism, reader gets passed around basically, rossi is there but doesn't engage, hotch x morgan x spencer x reader, reader is an implied escort/prostitute, fem!reader

A/N: i won't apologize for being a slut. PT 2 has be released here!

“I’ll draw three— fuck.” Spencer muttered under his breath as he reached for the cards that Rossi was dealing to him. 

Your mouth was tightly wrapped around his cock underneath the poker table, your head bobbing up and down, body bare to your toes as you kneeled on a pad that the guys had given you for that exact purpose. Your tongue running against his shaft was driving him insane, unable to fully focus on the game he was playing. You figured, even if you knew nothing about these men, that this was the only way they could get to beat him.  

“Told you poker nights at Rossi’s were the best, kid.” Morgan said from across the wooden surface as he took a sip off his beer “He’s always got surprises like this ready for us.” 

The muscular man shot a charming smile and a wink towards the eldest, who replied with a chuckle of his own. “I like to have my boys treated nicely. Only the best.” he added.

“She sure is.” Aaron said with warmth in his voice. 

He tilted his head to observe you servicing his subordinate so diligently. Spencer was sitting on his right, Morgan his left, and Dave right in front, so he had full access to the rest of your body while you were focused on Reid. He shuffled a little to have his chair closer to where you were before he reached for your free hand, then leaned enough to be able to place a gentle kiss to the back of it. “Lend me this, will you?” he cooed while he guided it to his already exposed member. 

You let out a hum in agreement, your fingers carefully wrapping around the slippery dick; you had tended to him before moving to Spencer, so he was already fully hard, coated with saliva, and almost ready to burst. Your hand mimicked the movements of your head, stroking up and down in moderate motions. 

“So, what do we think of the new section chief?” Aaron asked. 

“Seems to have a solid career trajectory.” Rossi added. 

“As long as he doesn’t begin to micromanage us, I don’t care if he’s a monkey on a monocycle.” Derek contributed as well. 

Eyes landed on Reid when he lacked an opinion, only to find out he had his lips parted, his hands on the back of your head as he looked at you devouring his cock, and his pants had grown into a messy pattern. Shortly after, his hands pressed you down and he let his seed spill into your mouth. As you had been paid to do so, you swallowed. 

Spencer took a couple of breaths to steady his high, you having moved away from him to have your lips latched onto Hotch’s tip once again. “He seems reliable. But what’s up with the weird interactions with JJ?” his eyes narrowed as he asked. 

“Don’t you worry about that, Reid.” Aaron answered, his hand landing on your head in a similar fashion the young doctor had, making sure you kept your pace as they spoke. 

“Well, are we here to play poker? or to talk shop?” Morgan interrupted the conversation. “All in.” 

“You seem very confident, Morgan.” Spencer teased, eyeing his own cards.

“Oh, does your brain finally work, pretty boy? It sure looked like my girl here had the wires disconnected for a while.” he joked back, referring to the way you had sucked the intelligence out of him. 

“Full house. Jacks over sixes.” Spencer said, opening his cards for them to see. 

Aaron and Dave threw theirs on the table, not even daring to show them. Reid’s eyebrows raised daringly, confident enough that he had an unbeatable hand. Morgan, however, did not yield, and he threw his cards on the surface to show his hand. 

“Poker of Jacks.” he clarified, pointing at the four identical symbols on the square pieces of carton. Spencer let out a small curse and Derek made a happy little dance. “Why don’t you come over here, mama? You wanna be where the winner’s at.” he said, tilting his head to look in your direction. 

Aaron shot him a look at the fact that he was depriving him of your velvet tongue. You had long learned that ‘all in’ included everything, and that also meant you. Hotch was gentle enough to offer a hand and help you up, his cock still dangling from his pants as he stood up. Once both of you were on your feet, he pulled you closer, his hands landing to massage your ass. “Give me a quick kiss before you go.” he said half jokingly, and you obliged. His hands squeezing your skin as your lips passionately moved on his. 

You rounded the boss’s chair so you could be on Morgan’s side, awaiting your instructions, and he gently tugged you by your waist to guide you to his lap. His dick as was already out, simply laying half-hard against his pants. It usually went like that, all of them with their cocks ready to be attended when they wanted, for as long as the night lasted. 

Derek took it into his hand and perked it up, indicating for you to sit on his lap. Before you lowered yourself, though, he aligned his member with your entrance, and you let out a small wince of pleasure at his size. You held onto the table for support, and you were ready to start moving before an arm on your thigh stopped you. 

“No, no, sweetheart, you have done enough. We’re changing roles for now, let me treat you well while you play some poker.” the man huskied behind you. 

Your eyebrows furrowed questioningly, but you heard the chair move, and felt your body pulled slightly back to have you leaning on the table, your forearms resting right by the edge to help you up. Morgan’s hips immediately began to thrust at their own rhythm, rather slow, although at times faster. 

You were panting a little as he fucked you from behind. The cards were dealt, and you got a decent hand. You exchanged two cards, Spencer changed one, Dave two, and Aaron three. All while they barely paid attention to the man fucking you in the middle of the room. 

“All in.” Aaron said, and everyone’s eyebrows raised, they all know what that meant. 

“Well, baby, if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beat his hand.” Derek pointed out, his hips still moving into you, the apparent apathy of everyone else just adding to your arousal. You looked at your hand, full house, threes over twos, not very high, but still probable enough that you could take the bag, and hopefully continue getting filled by the man behind you. Although, if you were honest, either outcome was okay. Servicing such handsome, and well mannered men was always a pleasure. 

“F-Full house. Threes over t-twos.” you panted out, opening your cards for everyone to see. Dave, almost immediately, folded on the table.  

“Close.” Spencer said “As you probably are, too.” he teased with a mischievous smile as he showed his cards “Full house. Sixes over twos.” 

“Nice try.” Aaron said when Spencer tried to reach for the pool “Straight flush.” he proudly showed his hand. 

“Next round, maybe, pumpkin.” Morgan said before he smacked your ass, hard enough to excite you, not enough to be overly painful. 

He pulled out of you and directed you to Hotch by your hips, immediately taking his seat back without putting away his cock. 

“Why don’t you grab some water and take a break, honey?” Aaron said as soon as you stood next to him “I have the feeling we’ll be here all night.” 

[lovurg]

Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid Criminal Minds 4.12 – "Soul Mates"

[lovurg]

i dont normally enjoy being a hater but yo wtf was that episode

[lovurg]

rules before requesting.

i won't write it if the request makes me uncomfortable.

what i will write.

✔︎・character x reader ✔︎・if you specify the kind of reader you would like (for example, character x ocd!reader), i can write that reader type for you! ✔︎・headcannons, drabbles, one shots, series. ✔︎・can be either platonic/romantic ✔︎・fluff and angst, (no smut yet, sorry!)

what i won't write.

✘・SA, rape, non-con, incest ✘・extreme gore and self harm ✘・character x character ✘・character inflicting immense pain on reader vice-versa

[lovurg]

congratss!!! xx ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

800 !! thanks guys <3

[lovurg]

[lovurg]

Hey there upper east siders, gossip girl here, your one and only source into manhattan's elite

[lovurg]

When you are young, they assume you know nothing...

[lovurg]

havent moved on

[lovurg]

౨ৎ purely platonic — m. wheeler

𝐼. pairing/s: mike wheeler x gn!reader

𝐼𝐼. summary: after confessing your feelings to mike, he began avoiding you, leaving you in a state of confusion and heartache. you spent your days pondering over the past, trying to understand what had gone wrong and desperately attempting to forget about the whole situation.

𝐼𝐼𝐼. warnings: mike being an asshole, and miscommunication.

wouldn't you love to understand what he was truly feeling?

it has been weeks since you confessed and he was full on avoiding you and you were slowly getting tired of it. tired of all the “i need to think about it” yes you understood that of course, god how couldn’t you? you know the feeling but him ignoring you afterwards was just so plainly irritating and you wanted to curl up and die.

“he’s clearly avoiding you. he’s such an idiot, and, it’s not you, okay? he’s just a big pussy who can’t handle his feelings, he’s liked you since you were like what? five years old? lucas told me all about it and look. if he can’t figure out his feelings or if he cant talk to you about it then fuck him.” max said, holding you close as you teared up on her shoulder. it was complicated, and you kept telling yourself to stop crying over some stupid guy.

the same stupid guy you've liked ever since you found out your hair grew from your scalp not your ends.

now, you were stuck in a whirlwind of side glances and an inability to concentrate whenever he was around. he looked so happy, like he forgot everything that happened. and while he was having the time of his life, you were wallowing away in the corner of your room looking at meaningless platonic polaroid photos.

meaningless fucking polaroid pictures – they weren’t meaningless, no, not to you. the polaroid showed mike kissing your temple while you smiled brightly. both of you were covered in paint, you were painting dustin’s garage in this. a few weeks before you confessed.

was he leading me on? you thought, because friends don't typically kiss each other like that. not when one friend despises romance and the other is selectively kind, only to you. he held your hand, hugged you endlessly, and you almost fucking kissed on your birthday. none of that felt purely platonic.

you shouldn’t have ever confessed. everything would’ve gone like normal. and maybe you would never know what he felt about you but he did everything a boyfriend would do. and you just couldn't handle it. you thought you were strong, strong enough to resist the urge to confess, but here you were.

the next morning unfolded like any other. mike was hanging out with his friends, and max had chosen to spend the day with you, which made it pass relatively quickly. on your way home, you decided to stop by a spot that had been a special place for you and mike.

it used to be just the two of you, sharing moments and gazing at the view. the forest had always scared you, but with him, it felt safe. now, you were sitting there alone, lost in your thoughts.

suddenly, a twig snapped, and you turned your head to see mike. his eyes widened, and he offered an awkward smile.

"what are you doing here?" you asked, your disappointment and frustration evident in your voice. "here to reject me? go ahead, be my guest."

mike hesitated for a moment before speaking, "no, i actually, uh… i wanted to apologize. for everything, and yeah. i'm genuinely so sorry and…" you interrupted, "did max and dustin force you into this? you were never one for apologies. it's fine." you put on an awkward smile to ease the tension.

but mike called out your name, "let me finish. please. you hate being interrupted, so stop interrupting me."

you rolled your eyes but nodded, "okay, fine. go ahead. speak."

"i like you—no, i love you too," mike confessed, his words tumbling out with a mix of relief and vulnerability. "god, i was just being a damn coward about it because i didn't want to face you. how could you ever love someone like me? you're popular, you're amazing, you're so smart, and you use big words i can't even understand, and that's what i admire so much about you. jesus christ," he said your name, "i love you so much, you have absolutely no idea how much i just want to kiss you right now—"

before he could finish his sentence, you couldn't contain your feelings any longer. you rushed over to him, grabbed his face, and kissed him passionately. his arms wrapped around your waist, and your arms snaked up over his neck, pulling him even closer.

mike, slightly breathless but with a warm smile, managed to say, "that was… really nice, amazing. but my speech isn't done yet." both of you chuckled, and you urged him to continue, saying, "okay."

"when you said my bike was a little spruce, you were right," mike continued, his voice filled with sincerity. "you're always right. my tire had a hole, and when you helped me study for my biology test, i got a good score, even though ninety percent of it was just admiring you. but still, you get my point. you're too good for me. i don't deserve you."

you laughed softly and retorted, "fuck you, wheeler," while pecking his lips once more before wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "don't avoid me next time."

mike replied, "promise."

author's note: this is my first piece of fiction here, and it's quite short, but i hope you enjoyed it. please consider reblogging or liking it if you did! lots of love.