#IT’S SELF CARE SUNDAY BUT I WANNA TAKE CARE OF HIM INSTEAD

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two thousand words of ian making his husband feel good and loved. no plot found here, just self-indulgent p0rn.

It's to the quietness around the bedroom that Ian slowly awakes to.

He feels himself being forcefully pulled away from sweet unconsciousness, and, refusing to pry open his eyes just yet, he lets his limbs roll over groggily to the side. Stretching his arms out a bit, Ian frowns as he nuzzles his face on his pillowcase because the mattress is cold and the spot beside him is empty.

Fighting off the sleepy haze from his brain is an arduous task, but he manages it, although begrudgingly so. He is facing the wall when his eyes blink open, and just like he thought, there is not a warm, sturdy body next to him, being embraced by his arms. 

Instead, there is a soft, Mickey-scented pillow, and Ian can't help but to grumble discontentedly. He inhales his husband's deep, slightly sweet cologne as his eyes shut for a second. It's not physically him, but his smell is enough for now, and Ian is drifting off before he can even think twice about it. 

Fuck it, it's sunday anyway.

Eventually, the bane of his existence—the fucking alarm in his phone—has him getting his ass up, and he scowls at the reminder that flashes on his screen and turns it off. Fucking “meds!!!!”. As if he needs a fucking reminder.

In the bathroom, he takes a piss and brushes his teeth, takes a brief moment to look in the mirror, rubbing a hand across the stubble growing along his jaw and deciding that he can deal with that later. Probably get Mickey to shave it off for him again, if he's in a good mood today, or maybe let it grow into a beard. He's been thinking about doing it someday.

Shaking his head, he downs his meds and checks the watch on his wrist. 8:08AM, it reads, like it always does because he fucking nails routine, and his own mood only seems to only get better. Sure, it would be even better if he had woken up cuddling with his husband. A good morning bj, perhaps. Get nice and handsy while they are still sleepy and stuff.

But, somehow, finding him in the kitchen, wearing only a pair of boxers and a shirt and fumbling with their brand new coffee maker has Ian's good mood skyrocket to perfection, and he's smiling as he creeps behind him, his hands firm as they slide down to hold Mickey by his hips.

“You're up early,” he says in lieu of a greeting, and the quality of his voice is slightly raspy from sleeping, deeper than it normally is.

Mickey merely rolls his eyes, and Ian knows he is smiling too, feels it as he leans to tenderly kiss the skin of his nape. His eyes look down over Mickey's shoulder to watch him pour coffee into their mugs, the steam curling around them, the aroma of coffee rich and familiar.

“Hard to do shit with you hangin’ onto me, man,” Mickey huffs, pretending to be oh-so-bothered by it.

He isn't. 

Ian hums in response, fingers digging into skin, pressing his weight into Mickey's back until he has him trapped against the countertop. 

“Almost made me drop my coffee, dumbass, lemme—” and Mickey is cut short when Ian's lips find his earlobe, body tensing up at the sensation of a warm, wet tongue licking around the shell of his ear. “Ian—”

“I know you're angry because I got home late yesterday,” Ian declares and rests his forehead where Mickey's neck meets his shoulder. “I wanna make it up to you,” he continues, satisfied as he feels Mickey's body giving in, opening up to his touches. “Gonna make it up real good to you, I promise.”

Despite what his body is screaming for, Mickey loves to be a little shit, so he says, “Fuckass Philip doesn't need you today?” and tries to get away from his hold.

Lip ringed yesterday asking for help—turns out that renovating a fucking house isn't a task meant for one person, especially if said person has 1) a toddler and 2) a goddamn newborn to take care of—and Ian, sweet, thoughtful Ian just couldn't turn his brother down for once and make him shove a hammer up his shitter (obviously, in Mickey's kind words).

So, a perfect saturday meant for fucking like rabbits was ruined again. Last week they had to babysit Franny. Fucking Gallahers man, Mickey had complained, can't live without tormenting everything and everyone.

And Ian wants to make it up to him because he misses him—a man can't live off of quickies and rushed handjobs and half-assed head forever. He misses that drawn out intimacy, the foreplay, that sweet reward he feels when he tears his husband apart just to pull him back together again with the white-hot pleasure he provides him. 

Knows Mickey misses it just as much, judging by the way goosebumps rise in his skin when he trails small, indulgent kisses all over his neck, paying a little bit more attention to the small, practically healed hickeys that are normally obscured by the collar of his shirts.

Laying his tongue flat against a faint mark there, the one that is barely noticeable, all tiny and yellowish and forgotten about, Ian sucks at the skin and then sinks his teeth into it just because he can. Just because the sound that makes its way past Mickey's lips is a low, throaty thing that shows him—proves to him that he's right. Mickey can act all high and mighty, so fucking bratty and stubborn, but he can't deny what his body wants. What his body craves.

And when Ian hears him set his mug on the countertop with a shaky exhale of breath, he knows he's won.

“Gonna let me make you feel good?” he asks, and the answer is yes, yes, yes, he knows.

Because Mickey is now smirking as he pushes himself backwards, effectively creating a sweet type of friction between his ass and the tented front of Ian's sweats, and it colors his voice as he answers, “Fuck yeah.”

It's an easy thing to do, getting Mickey out of his boxers, but Ian feels like taking it slow today—lets his hands explore a bit more, tracing the expanse of pale skin under the fabric of Mickey's shirt. He hears a soft sigh when his fingers brush over a small, pink nipple, his touch light as a feather, and a satisfied hum when he takes the nub between his thumb and index finger and pulls.

With a body so pliant like Mickey's, so giving, Ian just can't help but to marvel every single piece of him. Wrestling-as-foreplay is fun and stimulating and so them, but this slower, I-have-to-fucking-worship-you intimacy is always going to be in the podium for him. How wouldn't it, when Mickey groans so beautifully as he slips his boxers down his legs, making it pool at his ankles, and grabs two handfuls of ass in his big hands?

“C'mon,” it's all Ian makes out of his husband's words. “Ian,” he continues, urging, impatient.

Ian thinks about shutting him up, but deems it unnecessary—all he needs to do is get on his knees, spread Mickey's fat cheeks with purpose, holding him open with both thumbs to get a good look of that tight furl of muscle, and dart out his tongue to lick at him.

Mickey's knee jerks, knocking accidentally on a drawer handle, and a hiss slips past his spit-coated lips. “Mmm, God, again,” he's already pleading, bent over the countertop, trying to get Ian to stop with his kitten licks around his hole and actually get on with it.

Just so goddamn impatient, always. Ian loves him.

“Open your legs a bit, baby,” he instructs, petting his ass. “Yeah, that's it, c'mon,” and just as Mickey obliges, Ian dives in, lapping sloppily all over him.

He hums at the taste of him, clean and shaved and fuckin’ perfect, unhinges his jaw to prod around his hole with the tip of his tongue, applying just enough pressure to feel Mickey's legs wobbling. It's addictive, the way his husband sighs, immersed in his bliss as he shoves his ass shamelessly in Ian's face, fingers gripping tightly at the corners of the countertop.

It really is such a shame that Mickey took so long to get used to this. It took him someone to do it right. Someone that eats him out good until he's panting, desperate at the sensation of a pink, experienced tongue pushing past the tight ring of muscle of his hole, getting him nice and wet and wanting.

“Yeah,” comes a breathy drawl from above just as Ian begins to circle Mickey's hole with his thumb. 

He finds himself grinning, sinking his finger slowly inside, feeling the body he manipulates so well get accustomed to the intrusion. 

A thumb is nothing compared to the grand scheme of things, really, but Ian pushes it dry—spit can only lubricate so much before it dries up—and Mickey practically sings at the sting he feels, “Fuuuck.”

“You love this,” Ian rasps out with certainty.

Mickey nods, not ashamed in the slightest. “Damn right I do,” he says, looking over his shoulder, down so their eyes could meet, and smiles that nasty, lost-in-pleasure smile.

Fuck.

This time Ian spits directly over his rim, pushing his finger deeper inside. Mickey brings a hand to grab one of his ass cheeks, presenting more of him to Ian's hungry gaze, and gasps as another thumb starts to sink in. It's a stretch, a more painful one, but spikes of pleasure are running wild in his veins, his sharp eyebrows pinching together, mouth going slack.

It's filthy—Ian licking over both thumbs where they hold Mickey's hole open. It's even filthier because Mickey loves this shit. That fine line between pain and pleasure that leaves him deliciously on edge, heat pooling in his guts, his cock twitching as it stands proudly and untouched. 

Ian laps at his rim again and again like he's a starving man, has Mickey trembling and whining because it's so good, so messy, and his stubble offers a new type of sensation as it scratches the sensitive skin of his perineum when he goes down to suck it too. 

“Shit, Ian,” Mickey curses, eyes slipping shut. His tip is drooling, pre sticking to his fingers when he reaches down to tug at his cock, mind malfunctioning a little because he doesn't know if he wants to push his ass back and get Ian's tongue deeper inside his hole or thrust into his fist. “So good, fuck, 'm fuckin’ close.”

Humming, Ian pulls back, and a string of crystalline saliva connects his chin to Mickey's rim. “'m gonna make you come on my tongue, baby? You want that?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah? With your sloppy hole stretched on my fingers?” Ian punctuates his question by pulling both thumbs apart just so, stretching him open. 

Knows it stings sweetly because Mickey cries out, “Yes, fuck, get your fuckin’ mouth back on me n’ make me come.”

And Ian doesn't need to be told twice.

Using just his thumbs and his tongue, he makes Mickey's legs tremble—when he spits in his palm and wraps his hand around Mickey's aching, weeping cock, he gets him shivery and moaning, and it blends with the slick sound of his hand sliding up and down. So goddamn filthy, so fucking good.

Ian just needed to press the pad of one of his fingers up and grind it against Mickey's prostate. That's all it took before he heard a long groan, a “Shiiiit,” and felt Mickey's body spasming in his hold—muscles flexing and straightening, strings of cum spurting between his fingers, down his wrist.

Mickey is leaning on his forearms, breathing in shallow gasps of air as he comes down from his high, when Ian pulls back again. His knees hurt, his back too, but he can't find in himself to complain when his husband gazes down at him with a lazy grin, not yet fucked out but definitely satisfied.

“Good?” Ian hums, smiling, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

Mickey nods his head. “C'mere,” he tells him.

Ian goes, adjusting the front of his sweatpants where his cock is still very much hard. Just as he's on his feet, Mickey is already on him, bringing him down with a hand on the back of his head to crash their mouths together.

It's a slow and passionate kiss, tongues sliding against each other, teeth nipping at each other's lips. Ian feels Mickey smile against him, small hands trying to tug his sweats down, and he reaches out to link their fingers.

“I'm good,” he whispers into his mouth. “Just want to make you feel good."

Mickey huffs, clearly not content with that. “Not even a handie?”

With a shake of his head, Ian leans down to pepper kisses along his jaw. “Nah,” he decides, “Down to fuck you good after breakfast, though. I'm starving.”

That makes Mickey snort. “Okay, tough guy. Get some protein in you before you nut in me, then.”

And he says it so casually that Ian can't do anything but laugh, pecking him on the lips. “Love you.”

“Mmm, love you too.”

[rieamena]

"mama!"

your seven year old daughter climbed onto your bed, bouncing on the mattress before settling into your warm embrace under the blankets. running a hand through her pink hair, you answered softly, "yes, sweetheart?"

it was almost like your genes didn't put up a fight at all. your child, chikara, was the spitting image of her father, your husband, ryomen sukuna. same hair, same face shape, same facial features, the only thing that seemed to be your contribution was her personality, and even then, sometimes you'll see your husband's characteristic scowl on her little face

"how did you and daddy meet?" "well, it was–"

"what's goin' on in here? conspiring against me?" sukuna's voice filled the room as he leaned against the door frame, a cheeky smirk on his face. you saw your daughter's face brighten up as she jumped down to run to her father, "daddy! daddy! mommy's gonna tell the story of when you first met!" sukuna immediately looked at you, his index finger barely being fully wrapped by his daughter's hand

"she asked me to. guess watching all those romantic dramas with her rubbed off on her." you giggled, earning a scowl from him. "shut it woman. you know i hate them." "yeah..., that's definitely why we watch 90 day fiance every sunday together." "you got a problem with— stop tryna move me brat!"

"but daddyyyyy," she whined, still pushing against sukuna's body, "i don't wanna miss mommy's story!" "we're literally seven feet away from her."

your daughter pouted and stopped trying to get her dad to move. letting go of his finger, and leaving him at the doorway, chikara plopped herself down at your side with wide, eager eyes, "go on, mommy, tell me! i wanna know everything."

you smiled, looking at sukuna, who rolled his eyes but gave a small nod. "alright, sweetheart. it all started one day in the park when i was watching over megumi, and your dad was taking care of his younger brother, yuuji…"

"yuuji?" chikara interrupted, her face lighting up. "uncle yuuji was there too?"

"yep, yuuji was just a little kid back then," you said with a soft laugh. "he was running around, being his usual energetic self, when he tripped and scraped his knee. your dad, being the great caretaker he is—"

"—i was plenty good at it," sukuna muttered

you shot him a look and continued, "—didn't seem too worried. he told yuuji to stop crying."

"i did not say it like that," sukuna cut in, pushing off the doorframe and coming closer to the bed. "i told him to toughen up. gotta learn how to handle a few scrapes."

your daughter giggled, clearly entertained by the back-and-forth. "but mommy's a nurse, so she went over to help, right?"

"exactly. i couldn't just sit there watching, so i went over, knelt down, and started cleaning yuuji's knee. and i told your father—" you paused, giving sukuna a mischievous smile, "—that he should care more about his son instead of telling him to stop crying."

your daughter gasped dramatically, eyes wide with anticipation. sukuna groaned, running a hand over his face. "i knew you'd bring that up."

"and what did daddy say?" she asked, leaning in as if she could hardly wait

"he looked at me and said, 'that's not my son, that's my brother,'" you mimicked sukuna’s low, irritated tone. "i was so embarrassed!" sukuna chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. "you should've seen your mom’s face. all high and mighty, like she was about to call child protection services on me or something."

you couldn't help but laugh, too. "anyway, i patched yuuji up, and to make up for the misunderstanding, your dad suggested we set up a playdate for yuuji and megumi."

"a playdate?"

"yup," you nodded. "though i think your dad might've had other reasons for giving me his number." sukuna scoffed, folding his arms. "that didn’t happen."

you raised an eyebrow at him. "oh? so your eyes didn’t sparkle when i smiled and told you goodbye?" sukuna groaned again, this time louder. "my eyes did not do that."

chikara giggled harder, clearly enjoying the banter. "i think daddy liked you right away!" you smiled softly. "maybe he did. i mean, why else would he take me to a skate park for our first date?" sukuna rolled his eyes. "you said you wanted to learn how to skate. i was just being nice."

"uh-huh. sure," you teased. "and he was so good at it, zooming around, showing off. i'll admit..., he did look kinda cool! i, on the other hand, spent most of the time falling."

"which is why i had to keep catching you," sukuna added, sliding into the empty space next to you on the bed. "mommy fell? did daddy save you?" chikara asked, her face lighting up at the idea

sukuna ruffled her pink hair. "more like i had to stop her from breaking every bone in her body." you rolled your eyes at him. "i wasn't that bad."

"yes, you were," sukuna said, smirking. "you almost took me down with you half the time." smiling at the memory, you leaned in to kiss your daughter's forehead. "but it was fun. and after that, we went out for ice cream, and your dad actually smiled for real that time."

"daddy smiled? really?"

sukuna shot you a half-hearted glare. "i smile."

"not back then you didn't," you teased, poking his arm. chikara turned to her dad, beaming. "i wanna learn to skate, too, just like you and mommy!" sukuna chuckled, wrapping an arm around her

"maybe one day, brat. but you’re probably gonna fall as much as your mom did."

"hey!"

gulp... sorry if sukuna is ooc, im tired and im on my period but i really liked this request so...

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Competition

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: You’re the new genius on campus. Spencer doesn’t like that one bit. Whenever there is a poker competition for charity held by the FBI, it only makes sense that you are both coming for each other’s necks.

Content/Warnings: Snarky!Spencer and snarky!reader, gambling, two characters are just alike so they hate each other trope, sex in a bathroom, finger sucking, unprotected sex, creampie.

I have no knowledge on poker. Sorry 😭

Word Count: 2.3K

Anon Request: You don’t have to do this but it’s my birthday on sunday (5th Nov) and i was wondering if you could do a Spencer one-shot. Maybe a little enemies to lovers sitch. smutty ofc 😉😉😉😉

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Spencer wasn’t a jealous guy by any means, nor was he the type to be so self absorbed that he could care about someone’s opinion of him changing. As cocky as it sounded, he knew that he was going to always be the person on the team with the most knowledge on any given subject. That was until you joined the team.

You rivalled him in the academic department, having an IQ of 187. You didn’t have the eidetic memory though, so Spencer liked to think he could one up you in that department. You might have been good with any form of maths or science, however you didn’t hold a candle to the amount of vast knowledge that he carried in his memory alone.

Your first day on the team determined your relationship, you getting angry at the way he would so quickly talk over you when a question was being asked. You came into this job excited, wanting to spend time with the whole group that seemed so close knit from an outside perspective. Instead, you were met with an immature imbecile who really thought you’d allow him to speak over you.

As weeks turned into months, things didn’t seem to change. You wouldn’t dare admit it but it did upset you just a tiny bit that he never actually gave you a chance. Ever since you spouted off your first contribution to a briefing, it was like he had to upstage you. Instead of discussing things like mature adults however, you both gave each other the most childish treatment. In your mind, he deserved it. He foolishly believed he was better than you for what reason? Was it because he was threatened that a woman came in to take over his genius position? Was he jealous of all the attention the team paid you without an eye roll, the opposite of what they did for him? You’d never know.

Whenever there was a poker competition that was brought up by the director of the FBI, it was a silly idea to want to gamble all night. Even for charity, you would rather just donate to the cause and go home to read a good book and have a tall glass of red wine. “Are you going to participate in the big game?” You had asked as you leaned against the counter in the kitchenette, a cup of coffee in your hand as you were talking with Penelope, Derek and Emily. “I might go just to support the charity. Nobody is gonna win whenever Reid is there. That guy is..” Penelope whistled while sipping from her own mug. “What do you mean? Him?” Derek was chuckling at your disbelief. “Poker is just a big math equation to him. He grew up in Vegas and can count cards. Nobody stands a chance against him. Not even you, mama.”

The words had you frowning. “I think I could kick his ass with no problem.” Emily was scoffing at your confidence. “Sure you will. I’m telling you, this isn’t something you wanna get into with him. Especially when betting is involved. He’s gonna get you, every single time.” You weren’t buying that. There was no way that these abilities couldn’t be outsmarted. Spencer wasn’t as smart as he thought he was. You were going to prove that.

When the day finally came along, you were paying for your ticket at the door before heading inside the large venue the FBI director had rented out, mainly to make sure that it was possible to fit all the agents and other people who purchased tickets for the poker tournament. You’d worn a black dress for the event, wanting to use your prized assets (wink) to take care of the men who were easy to distract. You’d made it to one of the many tables set up and placed your clutch beside you on the table, the chips you’d already purchased being stacked up in front of you while you waited for the table to fill.

Spencer had seen you the minute he came in and he knew where he needed to be for the night. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t completely hate your guts. He always thought he would’ve liked you, however with you puffing out your chest and trying to take over his position on the team, he wouldn’t just lay down and take it. He fought back, anyone would. “Good evening.” He greeted you, making your eyes roll at his formality. “Hello, Reid.” You spoke in a monotone voice while resting your chin against the palm of your hand. You were just happy he willingly signed himself up for defeat whenever he sat beside you. This was a war that you intended to win.

Derek and Emily were funnily enough the two that day at the same table in order to get your game kicked off. As the cards were being dealt, you were confident. A flush. That’s not so bad. Luck was on your side, all you had to do was have a good poker face. As your eyes darted around the table, you were only raising an eyebrow once you made it to Spencer. He was staring at you so hard that you felt like he could see right through you. He was trying to read you. Another reason to keep a straight face as you return the questioning stares. “I’ll raise 20.” Spencer spoke, words slow and calculated as he tossed his chips in the middle of the table. “I’m folding.” Emily huffed, cards being put down on the table as she brought a hand to rub her face from frustration. “I’m calling.” You hummed while glancing over at Derek, who’d done the same.

With a straight from Derek, a flush from you, and a fucking royal flush from Spencer, you could feel your eye twitching. There was no way. He looked as cocky as ever, a smirk on his face as he was leaning over to get the chips. “Shall we go for another game?” He asked, making Emily nudge your side. “I told you.” She hissed. Maybe she was right. No! No, she’s not. You’re gonna do this even if it’s the last thing you do.

As the games continued, the tension between you and Spencer had grown much stronger from just how competitive you were being with one another. He was single handedly leaving you with nothing every play so far, causing you to run low on chips.

It was the last game whenever you had enough, pushing every chip in the middle of the table. “Fuck you, I’m all in.” You frowned, Derek and Emily pushing their own chips in just to end this whole thing sooner rather than later. “All in? That’s so foolish.” Spencer scoffed, however it didn’t stop him from adding his massive collection of poker chips to the pot. “I think you should’ve learned by now that I’m going to take this home.” He said, his tone cocky as he was looking over the new cards that were being passed around the table.

“I just wanna get another drink.” Emily muttered her own commentary to Derek, who nodded in agreement. “I know exactly what you mean.” He grumbled in return. This game had lost the fun nature of it whenever you and Spencer were too focused on one-upping one another.

You had the last laugh though, the look on Spencer’s face the moment that he realized you had a straight flush when he only had one pair was something you wanted photographed and framed. “Well. I don’t mean to brag Dr. Reid, but I just beat the best card counter in Vegas!” You smirked, leaning over the table to use your arms to scoop the chips close. Now, the way you leaned over the table gave a nice, tasteful view of your breasts threatening to spill over the neckline of your dress. “And that’s the game. Sorry.” You hummed, watching the way Spencer stared at you, a fire behind his eyes as he glared at you. “You got lucky! That’s all. You really think you can beat me when I’m not at my best?”

“That’s all the time, Spencer. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have chips to redeem.” You smirk, stacking them on the little tray before heading off. Which after you’d redeemed your winnings, you were walking off to the bathrooms. Spencer was still bitter, last you seen of him was him storming off to go god knows where. Whenever you had finished doing your business and you were washing your hands, your eyes were glancing up when the door was being pushed open. Whenever you saw the same agent who was still looking at you like he wanted to ring your throat, you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “This is the woman’s bathroom, Reid. What are you? A pervert?” You asked, staring over at him with amusement.

Although amusement turned to confusion when he was turning the lock on the door. “You know. I’m tired of your problem with me. You really think you’re better than me?” Spencer asked, walking closer. “Is that really a question?” You asked. Every ounce of cockiness was gone though whenever he had you trapped against the counter of the bathroom. “You really do. I think you need to be humbled. Nobody likes a cocky brat.” He huffed, making you scoff. “What are you gonna do? Huh? Gonna lecture me with your useless and boring facts like you always do? If anyone needs to be humbled, it’s you.” You seethed.

What Spencer did next caught you by surprise. The feeling of your teeth clashing together was felt immediately after as he was slamming his lips into yours. It wasn’t a soft ‘ease your way in’ kind of kiss. No. This was an angry ‘you need to learn a lesson’ kiss. You were dumbfounded. It didn’t stop you from returning the kiss that was dripping with rage and desire, your arms around his shoulders as your body leaned into his frame. “Always thing you’re better than me.” He murmured against your lips, his hands moving from your hips to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he was gently lifting you up to sit you on the counter. His lips were pulling from yours as he was sliding his hands up the black dress you wore tonight, his hands finding their way to your panties. Instead of taking them off though, your eyes were widening when you heard the sound of fabric tearing. “What the fuck?!” The words were in a high pitched squeak, Spencer shrugging as he was getting the ruined underwear. “You don’t need them. You like the attention anyway. I’m sure you’d like to bend over a table and show the whole place your pussy anyway.” He murmured, hand already working on his belt.

You shouldn’t have been as wet as you were. This was Spencer. Annoying, rambling, stupidly smart Spencer. The same guy who talked over you, who treated you like you weren’t a valued team member. Yet here you were, sitting on a bathroom counter at a convention center while the same man you despised was pulling his hard cock out of his slacks. “Who knows, maybe this will calm you down. In fact, I think it’ll get all that pent up anger and frustration out, I’m sure.” His tone was condescending, much different than you’d expect from the sweet Spencer Reid persona that he carried.

“Shut the fuck up.” You spat, making the male shake his head. “See? Brat.” He murmured, now pushing your thighs apart while guiding the leaking tip of his shaft to your entrance. “Let’s teach you a lesson.” One of your hands was gripping onto his shoulder, the other clutching the marble countertop as you let your head lean against the mirror in the bathroom the minute his cock was sinking inside of you. “F-fuck.”

“Who knew that this would shut you up?” He asked with a smirk, his eyebrow raising. “Maybe I should’ve done this sooner. Think you secretly love the idea of me fucking you like this. Bet it’s all you’ve ever dreamed of.” He continued to taunt, rendering you speechless for the first time ever. As he fucked into your pussy, his hand was ultimately covering your mouth from your loud moans. “As much as I’d love for everyone to know that I’m doing this, I don’t think we need to alert the whole building.” He mumbled through clenched teeth, ultimately shoving two fingers in your mouth in order to muffle everything without having to completely cover half of your face.

“I’m gonna cum soon.” He warned, knowing that just by the feeling of your inner walls spasming and clenching tight around him, you weren’t far behind. “Fuck. What if I fill you up with my cum? Get you pregnant? Then I could have the satisfaction of knowing that you’re never gonna get rid of me. Gonna have my child inside of you, keeping a piece of me right there with you.” His words had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let your legs tighten around his waist from his sloppy thrusts. With a rush of white making your body run hot, you were clutching his shoulder as you’d reached your orgasm, the creamy arousal coating his cock as he was giving a few more thrusts before the gush of hot cum was painting your insides.

You were both flushed, beads of sweat on your skin as you stared at one another. Spencer was gently pulling his fingers from your mouth while brushing his hair back with one hand. “Can you stop trying to compete with me now?! I’m so tired of this.” He grumbled, making you scoff weakly as you were closing your eyes to help come down from your post orgasmic high.

“Not if you’re gonna fuck me like that every time I do it. I think we should go play another game.”

[httpiastri]

🍈 first kiss or i missed you kiss with paul aron maybe with popstar! reader??? 🥺🥺

🍈 – send me a driver and a prompt from this list of hugging prompts, these touch starved prompts, or these kiss prompts, and i will write a short blurb for you!!

author's note: yet again, idk what a "blurb" is 🤣 i should definitely not keep writing 1k stories if i wanna keep up with the requests lo. anyways!! thank you SO much for this request?! it made me so happy to think that some people actually care abt paul and his popstar 🥺 i made it "i missed you"-kisses, hope you enjoy!! <333

3k celly !!

paul aron x popstar!reader

paul feels so out of place. he's never done something like this before, never been to a place like this before.

he isn't used to feeling like this. in his racing world, he knows everyone and everyone knows him. anywhere he goes, he has this confidence and ease plastered onto his expression; even if he doesn't know what he's doing, he will act like he does. but standing backstage at his girlfriend's concert? completely new territory, and he can't even pretend like it doesn't scare him.

paul flew straight to london from austria on the sunday night after his feature race. he spent the monday resting, doing his recovery workout, rewatching his races of the weekend – and most importantly, preparing for the night. the latter includes re-evaluating the outfit he's picked out for the fifteenth time (he almost considers running out and buying something new, but he isn't sure he will have time before he should be at the concert), pacing around his hotel room while trying to figure out what to tell you when he sees you again (will "you were so good" make it sound like he's talking to a dog or a child instead of a fully capable woman?), and trying to stop himself from smiling at the mere thought of you ("come on, paul. this is getting ridiculous").

of course he's late to the concert, and the entire way there in the taxi, he worries about not being allowed to get in despite his backstage pass. fortunately, he "only" misses the entire supporting act and almost your opening performance, but he makes it just in time to see you go out and start the show with one of your hits that has the arena roaring.

paul is used to having teenage girls scream his name when he stands on the podium, or having fans wait for him by the track hoping to take a picture with him. but this is all on another level. hearing the entire crowd sing along with every word of all your songs, seeing the tears stream down their cheeks at your sadder songs, and watching them dance in their colorful self-made outfits to their favorite songs makes his heart swell. the fact that they're all there for you, and the fact that they're probably just as obsessed with you as he is…

it will be painful, but he supposes he can find a way to be alright with sharing you with them.

not only is this his first time backstage of a concert, but it's also his first time seeing you perform live. granted, he's watched videos and listened through your entire set list millions of times, but there's still a hint of nervousness in his gaze when he watches you on the stage.

after the concert is done, after he's been shown the way backstage by a sweet usher, paul waits nervously outside the room he supposes is your personal lounge (your name in big, sparkly letters on the door kind of spoiled it for him). his gaze flickers around the area nervously, seeing all kinds of staff hurry past him carrying all kinds of stuff, none of them seemingly even recognizing that he exists. his hands find their way to his front pockets, burying them deep as he leans back against the wall. suddenly the collar of his shirt seems way too tight, and his belt must be adjusted wrongly, and he's struck with the realization that he ended up choosing the wrong outfit after all.

what if you don't like it? what if you think he looks weird, what if you think he doesn't fit in here-

his thoughts get interrupted by the sound of his name, and the fact that it's your sweet voice that's calling out for him makes his heart swell yet again. he turns his head to the side, a big smile on his lips as he watches you run down the hallway towards him. his arms are stretched wide and he scoops you into them when you reach him, lifting you into the air. the little squeal that slips past your lips only makes him squeeze you tighter, and your arms find their usual place draped around his neck.

"you made it!" you exclaim, leaning back slightly when he sets you down on the ground again. "i wasn't sure if you would be able to! wow, you're actually here!"

"of course i did, i-" he pauses for a second to collect his thoughts, but his words get tousled up in his mind – all of that preparation going straight out the door – and he has to shake his head at himself. "you were perfect. i'm so impressed."

your mouth forms some kind of happy pout, a thankful and relieved one, as you blink up at him. "really?"

"really. i've never seen anything this cool." he pulls you in for another hug, burying his face in your neck, inhaling that sweet scent of your shampoo that's been stuck on his mind for ages. "i really missed you."

"i really missed you, too."

his arms stay wrapped around you when you pull back, just enough to come up face-to-face with him and brush your nose against his ever so slightly. when you finally seal your lips against his, paul lets out a sigh he feels like he's been holding for weeks, completely melting against you. it feels like you've been standing there for hours, yet only milliseconds; mouth pressed against mouth, heart laced with heart.

when he finally pulls away, he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, and he can't stop himself from pressing a few gentle kisses along your skin. it takes everything you have to lean away from him, a shaky breath passing your lips as you gaze up at him. "let's… go inside instead…" you mumble, head pointing towards the door of your lounge.

paul nods, doing his best to catch his own breath, before finally letting his arms unwrap from your frame. "but only if you tell me how you managed to change clothes that many times in such a short time," he says, and you can barely even believe your ears. of course he'd be surprised by something so mundane. "you know, i can barely even choose one outfit. but you had, like, what, six?!"

"yeah, but they're the same every show, so…" you say with a laugh, pulling the door open. "plus, i have someone to design my outfits for me."

"for real? can i borrow her?"

"just get in here already…"

[kanpaeki]

"stop playing with my panties, dominic" - dominic fike x reader

gif not mine <33

THIS is my first piece of writing since like 2018. i'm so nervous to left this fly but i've received some encouragement from some sweethearts so i think i'm ready!

this is just dominic bothering reader as she's doing her self care sunday. i wanted my first fic back to be something short, silly but cute. thank you so so much to @huhniebowl for helping me get this out, i'd been brainstorming for days.

hopefully we go up from here. hope you likeeee.

x

after a long week, self-care sunday finally arrived to reinstate the state of your sanity. nearing the end of summer, you'd assume people would have their lives together more so than the beginning. but nope. and of course it was your job to deal with the mess. but you digress, it wasn't like this all the time. plus, you wouldn't get such satisfaction out of cleaning as you do now.

you'd decided to start on chores to get them out the way before you really locked in with skin, nails and hair care. you'd already put a load in the laundry, taking care of the dishes currently when you hear the jiggle of the front door. dominic bursts through, having gone for an impromptu session at the studio after some lyrics suddenly came to him.

"hey! how was it?" you call over your shoulder, elbow-deep in some sudsy water. instead of answering you, he slinks behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin atop your head. "honestly, i really wanna put this one out."

you laugh at that, knowing he says that damn near every time. "it must be good then."

"well, you know, i'm something of a musical prodigy," he smiles, leaving your side to go see what snacks he could find in the cabinet, "just kidding. i don't know what i'm doing." he mumbles, stuffing a chip in his mouth.

rolling your eyes, you unplug the drain in the sink, letting the water out and shaking out your hands. "even your mom said you were a musical prodigy, i'd have to agree with her."

you go to grab a paper towel when he puts the chip bag down on the counter, "i'm being so rude, did you want help?" he dusts his hands off on his jeans before picking up a dish and rinsing it off. except he grabbed a spoon. and consequently, water went everywhere, mostly on you due to your position right in front of the faucet. he drops the spoon and pauses while you hiss at the cool water soaking through your shirt, looking down to see the damage before glaring up at him.

"i didn't mean to do that."

with a soaked shirt, you sigh and continue the dishes. "you can dry them as i rinse them, how about that?"

"yeah, that's probably better."

after you'd finished the dishes, you moved onto working on laundry as he went to rest. or so you thought. you played some music from your phone softly, while you sat on a stool, folding clothes out the dryer and putting them in a clean basket.

something flung from the corner of your eye and you looked over to see dominic with an incredulous look of amusement on his face before he burst into laughter and picked up another pair of your seamless panties.

"dominic, what the hell are you doing?" you sputter, "are those clean?" as if that's the biggest issue at hand.

"i don't know, i got 'em from this basket." he laughed, flinging the next pair towards you and you flinch before they land on your head. you huff and snatch them off your head, balling them in your hand and standing up.

"stop playing with my panties, dominic. i thought you were laying down in the room!" you gasp, picking up the other panties off the floor while he laughs and runs away.

there was a pair you couldn’t find and you just gave up, not even bothering to waste time looking for them. you’d have him find it later.

today was going to be a long day, you think to yourself while you watch his form retreat back to the bedroom. it was rare that he got in these teasing moods and usually, you didn't mind but you don't think you have the patience for it today.

it's not until you've finished the laundry and put everything away that dominic showed his face again. using a spatula to spread the face mask on, wrapped in a robe, hair tied up and out of the way, dom pokes his head in the bathroom to look at you.

"sorry for being annoying," he gives you those puppy dog brown eyes and you want to roll your eyes so bad but you can't when those butterflies are fluttering through your stomach.

it takes you a minute to respond. you just look at him through the mirror, putting the spatula down and a soft smile spreads on your lips. your head tilts and you nod, "it's okay, dom." you can't help but chuckle. the ridiculousness of the situation was too funny. only dominic.

"you look hot." he deadpans. and you know he's lying. the green goop of a face mask dripping from your face, making a mess everywhere on the sink. but you laugh anyway.

“thank you. wanna do skincare with me?"

and of course, he’s down. ever the supporter of all things you, he sits patiently on the toilet while you paint his face with the goo. his nimble fingers find their way under the skirt of your robe to the waistband of your panties, snapping the material lightly on your skin.

“i thought i asked you to stop playing with my panties.” you can’t help but crack a smile.

he sighs and looks up at you with those brown doe eyes, “my fault,” making you laugh with pure adoration for the boy.

and so you finish his mask. while he’s checking himself out in the mirror, you begin to run a bath. he’s making noises from behind you, posing as you can see from the corner of your eye.

“what are you doing?” you ask, testing the water with the pads of your fingers under the faucet.

“i look like jason or something.” he pounces on you, shaking you playfully. he leans in to kiss you and you hesitate because your masks, causing his jaw to drop in offense. “what the hell was that?!”

you laugh, shaking your head, “just be careful. our masks are still drying.” and you lean in for a peck of the lips, cautious but sweet.

“i’m glad you’re here,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his waist. all the gym’s been doing him good, you can feel the muscle building under his tan skin. he’s been warmer, healthier, happier. you’re so proud of him.

“thank you for putting up with me.” he responds, pushing the stray hairs back from your updo, smoothing them down. he always liked holding your head. you’re not entirely sure why.

a quiet moment ensues, just the sound of the water filling up the tub while you enjoy each other’s company, looking into each other’s eyes.

before you realize something.

“did you ever find where you flung my panties?”

“shit.”

[animeangel21]

Reminiscing your first time… MINORS DNI 18+ only.

as my actual first time.

I can’t begin to tell you how embarrassing it is and for some reason the one fucker I thought about was FUCKING HANMA! That bitch is rotting my brain.

But what I’m about to write is very true(for the most part minus all the meeting part but everything I will say about the sex is true and embarrassinggg), it’s going to make alot of people cringe very hard cause when I was on Ft with the person who I did it with we were reminiscing and I was high, embarrassed, dying inside, and I tried to suffocate myself with a pillow.

This one is for @ranmahaitaji

Hanma and you talk about your first time..

The beginning

You and Hanma had an odd relationship, you weren’t dating but, you messed around with him and basically affiliated yourself with the wrong people even though you were.. you.

You weren’t exactly saving your self for marriage your parents just raised you very religiously, they were very strict, always up your ass, to top it all off you were the middle child.

Your grades weren’t always the best, you did smoke only weed though they haven’t caught you yet, never frequently acted out, you were a decent child but not in your parents eyes. But, as if you weren’t unlucky but also lucky enough you met Hanma Shuji. You’d seen the tall boy outside beating down some other boy, you’d ran over and before he could swing another punch you grabbed his wrist and he turned shocked to see it was a small little girl who held his fist.

“shouldn’t you pick on someone your own height?” You had a problem with him beating someone who was unconscious and typically you ignored the gangs around you but this was the only time you’d involve yourself.

“No, you should keep walking sweetheart don’t wanna get caught up In these streets too late yeah? Might end up in someone’s trunk if you’re not careful” he snatched his wrist with a smirk and left the kid on the floor and pulled you away from the kid.

“ Tch, let go of me you beanpole. Why the fuck were you beating him anyway.”

“Hanma, not beanpole. And he owes me money, too bad he probably wont remember. And you are?”

“Y/n.. now I’ll be going I have a curfew” you said snatching your Arm and pushing the taller man back before walking away.

You peaked his interest to say the least. He would see you looking so uninterested as you stood with your parents outside the church every Sunday, He would get a glimpse of you walking down busy sidewalks, he of course took every opportunity to bother you till you exchanged numbers till you agreed to be his friend at least. You both had 2 different meanings of friends.

He wanted so badly to just keep you in his pocket, the world sucked and didn’t treat you any nicer. He would try to make plans and take you out to places but, your parents had such a tight leash on you, that you never could agree.

Then one day you agreed to sneak out and actually hang out with him and he was excited to say the least. You hopped out your window landed on the grass and the cold air greeted your bare legs. You wore one of hanmas sweaters that he lent you a couple weeks back and a pair of black shorts. The plan was to take edibles to him, talk for a brief moment, nothing more nothing less.

You didn’t expect for him to ask you for a kiss when you sat in the passenger seat of his friends car who he borrowed it from while his bike was being fixed. You didn’t expect for his hand to curl around your neck and pull you closer then ask you to join him in the back seat.

As high as you were, you were nervous, you couldn’t move and as soon as you met him in the back seat.. well use your brain.

PRESENT TIME!

You and Hanma were on FaceTime and now you were kicked out your parents house after ‘acting too independent’ and lived on your own with shuji as well of course as this was his penthouse.

He couldn’t come over cause he had some business to attend to so he settled on FaceTiming his girlfriend instead.

Hanma was never afraid to say what’s on his mind he would often like to embarrass you any chance he got.

Right now he watched you as you played with your orange tabby while you laid on your back on the king sized bed you both sleep in and cuddled in each others arms.

You wore his black sweater from what he could see and probably no pants because he knew you wouldn’t sleep with pants on claiming it was uncomfortable but he wasn’t complaining in the slightest, easy access he’d say in his head.

“Baby?” You looked at the camera could kinda see his face but not well with the lighting.

“Wassup babe” you said in a soft tone.

“Remember the first time we had sex, and you kept complaining saying ‘it hurts,it hurts!’ Good times am I right?” You just looked at him shocked.

“And what possessed you just to bring that up shuji” you brang the blanket up to cover your burning face.

“I was just thinking about doing it. Ya know? Getting you on all fours in the backseat doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” You we’re so embarrassed you couldn’t say anything to him and he laughed at your face.

“Wanna know what my favorite part was though?”

“What..?” You silently said.

“When you bent over the middle counsel then you answering a call while I was fucking you from the back.. and when I had you in doggy girl you were not breathi-“

“ oh my god please someone kill me now, please suffocate me” you said loudly and he only laughed.

“next time I fuck you I’ll make sure we do it missionary and I’ll choke you, and stick my tongue down your throat while I pound you how’s that?” You had a pillow over your face and only gave a thumbs up.

“Question” he said

“Wha”

“ after that, did you ever touch yourself thinking about that day n all?” He couldn’t help it, his hand released his erection that he’s had for almost 45 minutes since he initiated this conversation earlier asking if you had toys and what toys you had then again just minutes ago talking about sex.

“Y-yeah” you still refused to look at him and he smirked.

“Interesting.. well at least I’m not the only one”

“Someone please kill me..” you put one of the decorative pillows on your bed over your face and it didn’t help how uncomfortable your underwear felt cause it smelled faintly of his strong cologne.

“I’ll choke you out if that what you want baby, you never complain about it. Tell me something yeah?”

“what?” You said with a bite to your tone looking at him finally meeting his golden eyes.

“How’d you feel the day after huh? You looked like you were struggling there. From what I remember ‘it hurts! It hurts!” He gave you a smile and laughed at you while you planted your face in the mattress.and screamed.

“This conversation is done! Why are you attacking me like this?” You question him and rolled your eyes.

He chuckles and his free hand strokes himself while he too is reminiscing on the first time and how tight you were and how nervous you’d been, oh, you sucked him off too. Of course he didn’t expect you to be good at it but fucking your throat and seeing you cry was fucking nirvana for the reaper.

Now you didn’t even gag when he put his dick in your throat, it amazes him every time and he even said he’d get you pregnant from the way you give him head.

“Don’t be embarrassed baby, you were such a good girl for me.” He let out a small groan

Your face seemed to burn hotter hearing that and you sighed just looking at him. “Especially when I had your knees touching your chest.” He said looking at you and running his tongue over his bottom lip.

“I’ve never wanted to choke you more than I do now” you stated and he watched your fingers twitch.

“Touch yourself for me pretty, I’ve been doing it for a couple minutes now”

“Wh-what? No that’s embarrassing..” you said and he laughed and let out a semi loud groan to tease you a bit and get you all hot and bothered so you’ll touch yourself for him.

“Prop your phone up princess. Let me get a nice view of that pussy and your face. Let me see her. Remember when we did 69 for the first time hm? You sucked me off while I ate that cute little pussy all up.” He shuddered at the memory and your breathing hitched.

“Fuck yes, you moan so pretty baby. You were running from me too had you on all fours with that ass in the air and you’re a runner indeed cant handle some dick?” You clenched around nothing and you listened to his instructions and propped up the phone at an embarrassing angle showing your light gray underwear which had a rather large dark patch on the center.

“Let me see her, let me see my pretty pussy” he said and propped his phone on the side table giving you this stunning view of his sweats pulled down, his pretty cock in his hand, a great look at his abs and his face covered with his hair partially.

“Shuji, y’ look so good.” You moaned out and his breath was caught for a moment, you’d praised him a lot when he pleasured you but the fact is he didn’t even have to touch you to get you to praise him.

“Yeah baby I know I do, show me how wet you got from lookin at me, spread her open like a good girl should”

You moaned softly but tried to hide it from him but he heard that slutty moan. “Yeah, take em the fuck off. I won’t tell you again or I’ll hang up”

“N-no, I’ll do it. Shuji please don’t” you almost had tears on your lash line and eagerly pulled your panties off showing your slick pussy, webs of arousal coating your thighs and panties were stained and soaked as well.

“You’re leakin like a faucet, my pretty baby are you that needy. I bet you taste like fuckin’ heaven right now soaking my expensive Fuckin sheets Slut”

“Finger yourself, 3 fingers. Now.” His head fell back with a smirk and him Biting his lip while starting to stroke his thick, long cock.

You obeyed and lifted his sweater over your tits to give him a view of your pierced nipples.

You stuffed your fingers in your cunt and moaned at the feeling of your cunt stretching out around them.

“That’s it princess, you know how I play with that pussy. Curl those pretty fingers remember how I did it the first time then made you suck em off while I was balls deep in you?” Your eyes rolled back slightly, a moan slipped from your lips louder than you wanted as you curled your fingers.

The room was filled with your small whines and moans, the sound of your fingers thrusting into your wet hole and heavy breathing from you both.

“God I can’t wait to go home and pound that cute little pussy. Gonna fuck- fucking breed you till you’re dumb off this dick” he pumped himself harder and quicker using his free hand to play with his balls.

You visibly clenched around your fingers at the thought and more of your own slick dripped out your hole and collected into a creamy mess below you and on your asshole.

To say his brain short circuited would be an understatement.

“Just wanna lick you from front to back and handcuff you with that pretty ass in the air. I know you like being spanked too so I’ll be generous enough to leave a few handprints and bruises behind as a treat. Such a good little slut I have.”

“A-shuji gonna cum baby, please cum with me” you moaned out.

“Okay with that clit baby, show me how you’ll cream on my cock when I come home” his balls tightened in his hand and he pumped himself quicker spreading his pre across his shaft as he was getting close.

“Fuck! Shuji cumming” you felt your core snap and your legs shook slightly as you came and he came just from watching the clear and white translucent liquid pour out your clenching hole and dripped down between your ass and onto the bed sheets.

His own orgasm hit him and he groaned loudly repeating your name and glaring into the camera with a look of lust. His release painted his abs and fingers.

“Sucks you’re not here to swallow it like always.” He commented catching his breath.

“Shuji when will you ever stop.” You said watching him grab tissues to clean himself up while standing on shaky legs to clean yourself up.

“Won’t stop till im back in bed next to you.” He says using a wet rag to clean himself up.

“That has never stopped you from making any remarks.”

“Then why don’t you shut me up. Sit on my face and put that pussy in my mouth-”

“ALRIGHT I get it, I get it.” You say cleaning up everything and propping your phone up while you change the comforter you were on top of.

“Messy girl. Okay I’m done. For now.” He says winking at the camera and you give him a fake smile.

Once finished you lay in bed again, you glance at the clock and it changes at the perfect time.

Shuji isn’t paying attention watching something and you get his attention by tapping the Camera.

“What up baby girl?”

“Happy birthday Shuji” you say and his demeanor changed to something softer.

“Thank you baby, thank you for everything I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”

You laugh and lay on your side. “Well I don’t know how this worked but it did and I love you” your eyes were lower than before, he only wished he could hold you, kiss you, and tell you to your face how much he loved you.

“I love you more than anything doll.” And with that you gave him a slight smile and you both fell asleep on the FaceTime call waiting to wake up in each others arms again in a few days.

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© 2022 animeangel21. please do not copy any of my writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[softguarnere]

Wildflower

Shifty Powers x reader

Warnings: seasonal depression, some discussions of what are probably the starting signs of PTSD, discussions of war, a brief reference to implied sex

A/N: The semester is over and I have returned to writing 🥳 It feels so good to really be back! This is another one for all my seasonally depressed baddies 🫶🏼 You know back in the fall when I said that spring would come again and we would feel better? It finally happened! I feel alive, and I finished finals, so I also feel free! Let's enjoy it while we can, shall we?

A sequel to She Used to Be Mine, because I really liked that fic (and also because I've always wanted a birthday fic, but the fact of the matter is that I'm far too shy to ever request one 😅) It's another self-indulgent fic, but we'll excuse it by writing it off as a birthday/end of the semester celebration, shall we? 🤭

(As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- no disrespect to the real life veterans!) And as always, I hope you all like this💕🕊️

The air outside the pile of blankets on the bed is pleasantly cool against your cheeks. Under the blankets and against the pillow, in the world of sleep, it’s warm and inviting. The promise of continued dreams tempts you to burrow further into the warmth and delay the day’s start for as long as you can. Yet at the same time, the cool, fresh air of the bedroom holds the promises of what already feels like a propitious day. And something tells you that the other body in the bed feels the same way.

Eyes still closed, you reach out for him, as has become routine these past few months. Reassuring yourself that he’s there and that he’s fine and that you’re together in Virginia and not a frozen hole in the ground of Bastogne makes starting the day a little easier; it makes your togetherness real and tangible instead of a dream that might slip from your fingers and into the snow. 

You find his arm. Warm, steady, real. You pull yourself closer to him. He wraps an arm around you and squeezes as you place your head on his chest.

“Did you sleep well?” His voice is deep with sleep. His eyes are probably still closed, too.

“Yes. Did you?”

“I did.” You didn’t wake up in the night and feel the need to pace the house, willing the sun to come up faster with every step. And you didn’t wake to find the bed empty and Shifty sitting by the window, staring out at the darkness. You did both sleep well. “Did I wake you?”

He lets out a sigh, stretches a little before settling back into the mattress. “No. I was just waitin’. Didn’t wanna start the day without you.”

You finally crack your eyes so that you can see him. A small smile tugs the corner of his lips upward as he watches you. But the true smile is in his eyes. Getting to see someone so beautiful and sincere when you first open your eyes is tantamount to seeing the fog flush gold and pink as it rises from every crack and cranny of the mountains, carrying the prayers of ancestors high above the blue ridges.

“You’re very sweet.”

“No, you.” He’s gotten better at taking compliments, but sometimes he’s still too humble to accept them.

“Careful,” you tease. “Keep complimenting me like that and I might make you marry me.”

Shifty chuckles, pulling his left hand from under the blankets and flashing the band that calls his ring finger home. “Well (Y/N), darlin’, I don’t think I’m gonna have to worry about that one, seein’ as I went willingly to the altar.”

He let’s out a laugh, cheery and bright when you jokingly shove him. He catches your hand and presses a quick kiss to your knuckles.

“But if you keep complimentin’ me like that, I’m gonna have to repay it in full.”

“In full, huh?” You quirk an eyebrow. “Well, it’s Sunday, and we have the time . . . I think I’m gonna hold you to that.”

Shifty said he didn’t want to start the day without you. Now he’s going to get his wish. You press a kiss to his jaw and pull him in closer, closer. As far as you’re concerned, the rest of the world can wait a little longer.

. . .

Spring creeps in with the rains. Slowly, and then abruptly, the world bursts into bloom as the temperature climbs a degree higher each day, matched by the rising zenith of the sun hiking across the sky. On each ridge and every mountain, green steadily stains the slopes as more trees awaken from their slumber and birth new leaves each day.

Sad, how some people miss the transformation. So caught up in the monotony of their lives that they don’t even notice the rebirth of the world around them – how the naked grey mountains color themselves, or how the dark sky lightens to a brilliant blue as deep and inviting as any ocean.

And you, too, have felt a change. You have come back to life. Instead of trudging down the path you were on, you’ve greeted each new day with a heart brimming with all the warmth of the spring sun. You’re like one of the wildflowers that fill the fields – free and full of life.

Sometimes Shifty gives you a look, and you know that with all his keen powers of observation, he has taken note of the change. Something about him is different as well. He’s more animated, and he rests better at night. Some evenings he comes in from the woods, his cheeks marked pink from the sun, and with a smile that never leaves his face, even in the depths of sleep.

In those moments it’s like winter never happened; it’s like that winter in Bastogne never happened, never using skeletal fingers of cold to plant distaste for that season in your mind, body, and soul. If only it could be spring like this forever . . . Maybe it can be – will be – in the warmth of California.

“Hey.” As you walk down the path to the house in the fading light, Shifty squeezes your hand. Then he echoes the same question he asked you months ago, when the color, light, and warmth that you crave were fading from the world instead of bleeding back into it. “Are you okay?”

“It’s warm out,” you answer. “Even in the evenings, now.” This time, it’s you who fixes him with a sideways glance, taking in the way that the deep oranges and pinks of the sunset reflects off the clouds, dappling the light that shines on his hair. “You know, that Christmas, I never thought that I would feel warm again. And in the winter, there were times that I never thought that I would feel okay again.”

“Me too.” He stops walking and sighs, his dark eyes roaming over the renewed vibrance of the gently sloping landscape. His frown is so out of place among it all. “I love it here.”

You squeeze his hand. “I know. I do, too.”

“But I can’t – “ He cuts himself off, shaking his head. “Things just ain’t the same anymore. And it seems foolish to hope that they will be.” For a moment, the only sound is that of the creek singing nearby as Shifty lapses into silence. When he speaks again, his voice is soft. “I don’t really wanna leave this place, but I know that it’s for the best.”

“I know. It’s hard to think about moving away. But when winter comes . . .”

He nods. “We gotta take a break from winter. And then maybe . . . Someday.”

“We can always visit here in the summer.”

“That’s true. It’ll always be here, waitin’ for us.”

Waiting for you. What a nice thought. All the fields and valleys that you’ve ever loved and thought of as home will still be here for you, and all those who come after who will adore them in the same way.  

“Besides,” Shifty says, unable to hide his sly smile. “I like seein’ you so happy. And if movin’ to California means that I get to see you smilin’ all the time, then I’m luckier than any man who prefers the snow.”

You kiss him then, standing on the path, the colors of spring all around you. He tastes like sunshine and lemonade. You could hold onto that forever.

You will, every day, in the land of the sun – California. But today the sunshine is here, in Virginia, and you will enjoy it while you can, in the place where you first gave your heart to the man who can make any place feel so warm and like home.  

[vaporwavedoggie]

Ughhhh I need a calender app for my iPad so I'm gonna put my busy week here to sort shit out till i get one ignore this just putting it here for a sec

Mon 29th: go to jps and get set up with jps connect, maybe work on coms?? Visit mom n grandparents as well so kiddos can get paid for doing their yards like they offered, if getting back in time volunteer at church, help feed the people, and also get a box of food for the fam. SHOWER

Tues 30th: psych/therapy appointment at 10:30 am, if jps connect went through pick up antibiotics and psych meds, maybe work on coms?? Family night to see Deadpool n wolverine with the hubby and two oldest kiddos

Weds 31st: clean the house, do dishes, all that shit, work on coms. SHOWER. Work work work!!!! Maybe go over to grandparents n clean their house for them??

Thurs 1st: volunteer at the church @ 5:30 n get there early enough to set up, feed the peoples, get a box of food for the fam. Do some self care before that. Maybe journal, maybe read, maybe play stardew valley?? Idk

Fri 2nd: Bible study @ 6:30pm, FILL OUT THAT GOD DAMN FORM ABOUT THE THING, clean the house, maybe car as well??? If not too stressed coms. Spend time with hubby. Ik i dont gotta write this one down but i wanna watch a movie w him other than just talking or sleeping or cuddling. Maybe i could introduce him to metalocalypse or venture bros and binge it w him idk. SHOWER

Sat 3rd: Write vows and brainstorm ideas with family. Make it super mushy, so mushy he cries and maybe pees. Journal. Work on coms. Go to grandparents and clean their house for them if I have the energy. Let close family know I'm getting married on Fri and they're invited. Take kids to that school supply run at the church so they can get what they need for school

Sun 4th: Church @ 10am!!!! Do some self care n take two of the youngest kids to the library to give them some e n r i c h m e n t. Encourage them to read n shit before they go back to school to warm up. SHOWER

Mon 5th: Clean grandparents house, volunteer at church, feed the peeps, get box o food, self care, yadda yadda

Tues 6th: SUPPOSED to get a mammogram at 1pm then I gotta go to court for an interview thing at 1:30pm so I gotta reschedule the mammogram. They can feel up my tits some other time. commissions??? SHOWER

Weds 7th: Pick out what I'm gonna wear to get married. Maybe borrow best friends/roomies old wedding dress like she offered but idk if it'll fit. If not ima dress casually. Tbh I don't care what we wear as long as were wearing clothes. Work on coms. Do some self care n relax by playing video games or something

Thurs 8th: go over vows/make them if you procrastinated like you always do you little shit, at 5:30pm volunteer at the church and feed the peeps and get food for your fan. AND SHOWER

Fri 9th: GETTING LEGALLY MARRIED TO MY HUBBY AT 7:30PM BITCH!!!

Sat 10th: I think they said there was evening service at church that day?? Idk I'd have to ask. If so ima go to that one instead of the one on sunday. Sleep in mother fuck you earned it. SHOWER BITCH

Sun 11th: Church @ 10am if no evening church.

[metalcursed]

♡ Lulu's Sunday Positivity! ♡ I was considering making this weeks instalment into a funny little jingle to the tune of Mariah Carey's 'All I want for Christmas', but quickly realised that there's probably a lot of you reading this that are already sick of the song haha!! Sparing you my awful attempts to make a funny little tune, I'll instead shower you with my regular brand of love! December is here, my friend! Just a few short weeks and we'll be in 2024… that is so crazy, right? Where has this year gone? I swear it was January last week!!! Christmas means many things to different people, but the core of it is giving and receiving of gifts and sharing quality time with our loved ones, making happy memories that can be cherished. However, you can absolutely give yourself a gift, and that gift is self care! Treat yourself to an extra bubbly bath, have your favourite meal or spoil yourself with sweet treats and a beverage of your choosing! Whatever it is, just be kind to yourself! This time of year is so incredibly stressful, and I am giving you the gentle reminder that it's okay to take a step back, take a breath, and recentre yourself! You are going to absolutely smash it this week, I just know you are!!!

thank you for this! as i'm returning to ed and trying to figure things out here again, i've definitely been struggling to regroup and FOCUS on what i find important. classic overthinker that i am, i'm talking myself in and out of things I WANT to do here bc deep down i'm an idiot who just needs to let go and go with my gut. i tell myself i don't want to annoy or bore you guys when in reality you're sitting in the passenger seat of eddie's beat up van waiting for him to turn the ignition and get this show on the road!

those of you i speak with privately know the truth about me, drew the stop and go engine behind ed's crazy train. with the tail end of december heralding in a new year, i want to share some early resolutions if you'll indulge me. i want to share more (not too much, let's not get too crazy). i want to be present in my thoughts concerning ed and where i want to take him; i wanna convince myself you all are interested in those thoughts. i want to not be scared of my divergence of his canon. i want to run into the mad battle of his complicated, confused character instead of away from the wonderful and sad things it can bring up.

anyway, glad you're here, and i hope you'll enjoy hanging out with us for another year whatever that may bring ;)

[becca-e-barnes]

Please please please more of Bucky wearing your panties 😫😫

God the way he’d call you mommy and just beg so pretty

Eughhh yes I’m never going to be done talking about this it’s so hot

Because imagine he enjoys that first time so much, you come home to him like that a couple of weeks later. You didn’t need to suggest the panties, he’s already wearing them and nothing else.

He’s rock fucking hard, his heavy length straining against baby pink lace and he’s so submissive you know he’d drop to his knees and do anything you ask

And God, the way he’d look at you with wide, anxious eyes when you come through the door. He planned to get caught like this, he wanted you to see him but a little part of him still feels like he’s done something so naughty by searching through mommy’s underwear drawer

“My pretty boy couldn’t help himself.” You mumble, taking in just how truly gone he is when he shakes his head. “You look so sweet like this, angel. Hard and aching for mommy. You just need a firm hand and someone to tell you how pretty you are, isn’t that right?”

He can’t even manage a response, he just sobs out a little moan, his thick length twitching in agreement behind it’s delicate confines.

“Please, mommy.” He gasps softly when you stalk over to him, trailing a finger around one of his sensitive nipples.

“Please what baby? What do you need?” You know that question will melt his little submissive brain because he can’t even really articulate what he needs when he’s like this. He’ll take anything so long as it means he has permission to pump the thin panties or your body full of load after load.

“Need you to make me feel good, mommy. N-need you to tell me I’m a little slut. Wanna hear how pathetic and cute I look. P-please mommy, I’ll cum in your panties if you tell me I’m a little f-filthy slut for liking this.” His eyes roll back when he imagines how hot those same words would sound from your lips and you can’t help but be intrigued beside he’s never expressed an interest in being degraded before now. He’s clearly had this on his mind for quite a while.

“You want that, sweetheart? You want mommy to tell you how wrong it is that you stuff your cock into her panties? Cause babyboy, you look pathetic. All hard and achy, bet if I touched you, you’d cum all over my hand like a filthy little whore. Your slutty cock rules your silly little head, doesn’t it?” You’re standing so close to him, still trailing a finger around his nipple and over his moans and gasps, you don’t even realise what he’s done.

You only catch on when you notice the blush that takes over his cheeks and neck, his eyes squeezing shut to hide the shame and when you look down, you notice a little puddle of cum on the floor. The lace is saturated, his thick cock still twitching and pumping more, adding to the puddle.

“That’s it baby boy, give in. Just a mindless little slut.” Your words make him sob, his head thrown back, groaning as his overfull balls keep emptying right in front of you

[mercurygguk]

midnight call (m) | jjk

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

word count; 3,027

rating; 18+

warnings; drabble for risqué – phone sex, swearing, dirty talk, masturbating (f. & m.), degrading names, a teeny tiny bit of fluff

a/n; this drabble takes place before risqué 3 so jk and oc are not dating at this point yet – however, this phone call is a few days before jk confessing in pt 3!! here’s a link if you wanna know what oc’s lingerie looks like :))

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it’s late at night on a thursday. the time in the upper corner of your phone has just passed midnight. you almost just back home from dinner with some friends. the moment you stepped through the door of your parents’ big mansion, silence and darkness surrounded you. your father was probably already asleep in his bed down the hall, so you had tiptoed your way upstairs to your bedroom. spending the evening with your friends was fun but taking a long hot shower was the only thing you could think of at the moment.

after showering, you’re wrapped in a fluffy towel and wandering around in your bedroom, getting ready for bed. you’re humming to yourself as you go through your night routine for your face, put some oil in your hair and blow dry it, and treat your recently bared nails with a nicely scented hand-lotion.

remember, ladies, self care is vital.

before getting dressed for bed, you sneak a glance at your phone to see if there are any new notifications. there are a few from instagram and twitter, a single text from your mom which you ignore for now. a rush of excitement runs through you when you spot the notification from the one person you were hoping to see the name of.

[12:17 am] jungkook😙: Hey, some of the meetings here had to be rescheduled, so I need to stay for a few more days. I’ll be back Sunday evening. Dinner at my place then? As an apology for canceling tomorrow :)

disappointment replaces the excitement in your chest almost instantly as you read his text a few times. he was supposed to be back tomorrow around the afternoon hours. you had been planning on going to his place after your dinner date with your father and you had really been looking forward to it. not that you were planning on doing anything special but he’s been gone since monday evening and you kind of miss him. besides, you always look forward to seeing jungkook; to kiss him, to cuddle him, to feel his body against yours ... feel his hands all over you, his lips too. the praises he always whispers in your ear whenever you cum around his fingers or his cock, the way he feels inside of you, the way he always takes such good care of you after completely ruining you.

maybe you should show him what he’s missing out on now that he’s staying out of town for another few days.

instead of replying right away, you drop the towel on the floor and move to the drawer with your underwear. in the far back of the drawer, you fish out a set of lingerie you haven’t used yet. you bought it a while back because you thought it was cute but you completely forgot about it not too long after. it might be of use now, you think to yourself as you slip it on. there’s a playful smirk spreading upon your lips as you make sure it hugs your body perfectly before applying a bit of lip gloss to your lips. you grab your phone and pose in front of the mirror, snapping a few photos of yourself in the lingerie and studying each one down to every detail. it’s a baby pink lingerie set – the bra has thin straps and the cups are made of very thin mesh fabric, flower details sprawled across it. it leaves very little to the imagination and so does the panties. you know he will easily be able to see almost everything in this photo. the flowers on the bra barely cover up your nipples and the thin waistband of the panties does wonders to your body shape.

once you’re happy with a photo, you open the text from jungkook. you send the photo and quickly type out a text, the very first thing that comes to mind. a mischievous grin grows on your face as you type ‘miss your cock <3′ and hit send before you can talk yourself out of it.

hopefully he’s still awake or this will be a waste of time and sexy lingerie.

after sending the photo and the text, you put your phone down on your nightstand and crawl onto your bed, still dressed in lingerie – you know… just in case he calls or texts you back and asks for more photos. you stare at the ceiling of your bedroom for what feels like hours before your phone goes off. you grab it off the nightstand, bringing it up to look at the caller-id. jungkook’s photo flashes across the screen and you can’t help but let out a tiny laugh, feeling a wave of victory run through your entire body. you had a feeling he’d call you after that photo.

“hey, kook,” you casually greet him after picking up.

“why did you send me that photo?” jungkook asks, not even sparing a second to greet you back. his voice is raspy, so hoarse and raspy that you’d almost believe he just woke up from a nap. a tingling feeling shoots through your stomach at the sound as you smirk softly to yourself. your eyes follow your hand as it runs over the swell of your breast and down the front of your torso, all the way down to the waistband of your panties.

“why? you don’t like it?”

“like it?” jungkook scoffs, chuckling cockily on the other end, “baby, you’re killing me.”

the words he speaks cause your smirk to turn into a smile.

“what are you doing right now?” he then asks, the question flowing through the speaker just as your fingertips dip under the waistband of your panties. you inhale a sharp but soft breath of air when you feel your middle finger brush over your clit.

“i’m in bed,” you softly tell him, “thinking about you.”

you can’t see it but jungkook is smirking on the other end, phone pressed to his ear as he stares at the ceiling. he heard the sharp inhale you just took and after weeks of having you in the most intimate ways, he knows exactly why and when you’d make that sound.

“is that so?” he hums, bringing the phone away from his ear and putting it on speaker so he can look at the photo you sent him. god, you’re gorgeous. that pink set with flower details is such a goodie girl lingerie but sending a photo like that definitely isn’t. neither is the way you’re sitting in front of the mirror; legs spread as you’re leaning back on one hand, the other holding the phone to snap the photo. the pink color of the mesh fabric does wonders to your skin, making you glow in confidence and beauty, and he can spot hints of your nipples behind the flower details. pretty, sensitive, nipples that he’d do anything to run his tongue over right this moment.

you snap him from his thoughts as you let out a light hum in response to his question. his smirk grows, the feeling of his cock growing hard in his boxers not going unnoticed at all.

“baby, tell me something,” jungkook hums as he listens intently, ears picking up some soft but very quiet whimpers, “are you touching yourself right now?”

he waits for your response despite knowing the answer already. but he still finds himself hoping, fingers crossed and mind praying to whoever is upstairs that you’re touching yourself right now to the thought of him.

“y-yes.”

jungkook lets out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding onto, smirk growing into a grin as he pictures you in your bed; dressed in that pretty pink set of lingerie, hand down your panties and playing with yourself as you think of him, think of what he can do to you, think of how he feels against you and inside of you, over you and under you – everywhere.

“need some help getting off?” jungkook asks.

it seems the words strike a cord within you because you gasp softly into the phone and the sound goes directly to jungkook’s cock, blood rushing to the tip.

“yes, please,” you breathe, “wish it was your fingers instead of my own.”

“yeah?”

you nod on the other end of the line before quickly realizing he can’t see you, “yeah, fuck- love having your fingers in me, kook.”

the words and his name leave your lips in a moan and he can only imagine how you’re desperately working your fingers against your clit, trying to get off while he talks to you.

“god, i love it when you moan my name,” jungkook groans, his own hand pulling his boxers down just enough to let him wrap it around his hard length. he hisses softly as he brushes his fingers over the tip, collecting the precum there to use as lube. he slowly begins to squeeze and pump himself, immediately imagining your tight and wet hole instead of his hand.

“mhm, kook,” you whimper, sounding needy and desperate.

“tell me what you’re doing,” he orders, “tell me where your fingers are.”

“on my clit, shit- they’re on my c-clit…“

jungkook’s teeth are digging into his bottom lip as he listens intently, the breathless sound of you trying to get your words out. he didn’t expect you to keep your fingers on your clit, he had been sure you’d already be fingering yourself at this point. maybe not.

“alright, baby, run your finger between your folds,” he tells you, “can you do that for me?”

“yes,” you whisper, doing as he told you. your middle finger dips between your folds, intense wetness engulfing it. how are you already so fucking soaked from this short conversation with jungkook? no way his voice alone is enough to have you wet like a waterfall.

“how wet are you?” he curiously asks.

you bite your lip tightly before answering, “so wet, jungkook, you wouldn’t believe how wet i am right now.”

“shit, ____,” jungkook hisses, “finger yourself. imagine it’s my cock. i bet i’d slide right inside that wet cunt of yours.”

a small whimper escapes your lips as you slip your middle finger inside of yourself, slowly pumping it in and out. your mind is filled with jungkook; his naked body against yours, cock edged between your legs, sliding in and out of you in such a deliciously slow pace that you’re begging him for more. your finger isn’t enough, it’s nowhere near the same as jungkook’s veiny, hard cock.

“kook,” you moan, his name sounding so much better when it comes from your mouth, “it’s not enough- i-it’s nothing compared to your cock.”

jungkook’s chest fills with pride as a smirk grows upon his lips, voice almost cooing at you. “oh, i know, baby. but you gotta try.”

“c-can i add another finger? please?”

the begging tone of your voice has jungkook hissing as he tightens his grip around his length, imagining your walls around him. he absolutely loves it when you become so needy that you’ll beg for permission to pleasure yourself, the bratty attitude you usually sport in these moments gone and nowhere to be seen as you beg for his approval.

“yes,” he breathes, just as weak as you – he loves it when you beg but he can’t hold it for long tonight, feeling rather needy himself, “fuck, yes, add two if you want. wanna hear you cum, baby.

after being granted permission, you add another finger, moaning at the feeling, pumping your fingers in and out of your warmth. jungkook’s heavy breathing travels through the phone, reaching your ear and causing goosebumps to rise upon your skin.

“are you… oh my god- are touching yourself?” you ask him curiously, pleasure cutting you off before you can get your question out.

jungkook smiles, “of course i am. how can i not after seeing that photo?”

the thought of jungkook getting himself off on the other end has you smiling and moaning in response, your walls tightening around your fingers. jungkook feels a shot of arousal shoot through his body and straight to his cock as you whimper his name, sounding so desperate for him and his thick, throbbing cock.

god, he misses being balls deep in your clenching, wet pussy.

“shit, the things i’d do to you if i was there right now,” jungkook groans as he quickens the pace of his bobbing hand, working himself closer and closer to the edge.

“what would y-you do?” you ask, wanting to know exactly what you’d be in for if he was here with you instead of in a hotel room in another city.

“first i’d eat you out,” he promptly says, his mind taking complete control as he imagines the scenario, “i’d taste that delicious, little pussy of yours until you’re begging me to stop. then i’d fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk for days, make you cry because my cock just feels too good for you to bear. i’d have you on your hands and knees, your face in the sheets and ass in the air – your pretty, little hole all exposed and ready for me to use as i please.”

“fuck…” you cry, your orgasm coming at you with force as you continue fingering yourself closer and closer to your high. “i’m so close-“

“don’t cum before i tell you to,” jungkook growls, hand working hard to get him closer to cumming. he wants to hear you cum when he’s on the verge of it himself. an impatient whine leaves you at his words.

“but-“

“____.”

you slow down the pumping motion of your fingers, letting out a shaky breath as you try to hold yourself back from letting go, from jumping off the edge of the pleasure that’s been building up within you. you hear jungkook hissing on the other end of the line, quiet swearing words leaving his lips as he works himself to the high he’s been desperately chasing ever since he heard you moan his name through the phone.

listening to him pleasuring himself has your heart beating wildly in your chest, hammering against your rib cage and causing your blood to pump around in your veins, heat filling your body and spreading through your skin. the picture you have in your mind of him is unbearable; he’s on his hotel bed, boxers pulled down just enough to let him work his length without struggle. his head is thrown back, black curly hair a mess on the pillows and teeth digging into his bottom lip, eyes tightly shut. he’s probably fucking his own hand, imagining it’s your pussy, swallowing him whole.

“please,” you whimper as your thumb carefully begins to slowly circle your clit, the motion just torturous enough to have you begging again. “jungkook- please, i wanna cum so bad, please!”

“fuck, baby,” jungkook groans, “listen to yourself.”

your back arches off the bed as you’re writhing against the sheets, trying your very hardest not to cum right this instant. jungkook lets out a breathless chuckle on the other end.

“you sound so fucking desperate,” he taunts, “begging to cum like the little slut you are.”

“jungkook, please let me cum,” you whine his name and plead for permission, growing impatient.

the pleading tone of your words travels through the phone and into jungkook’s ear, shooting a shot of pleasure through his body and straight to his cock. his hips buck at the sensation, his hand tightening around his length as he feels himself reach a high so intense he has to bite his bottom lip to prevent a loud moan from escaping.

“now,” he tells you, completely breathless, “cum now.”

a gasping yet relieved moan emits from your lips as you apply pressure to your clit, the orgasm you’ve held back for a few minutes hitting you so hard you have to drop your phone and cover your mouth before a row of whimpering, gasping moans leave you.

the muffled sounds of your orgasm reach jungkook on the other end, sounding like music to his ears as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, feeling himself release all of his cum onto his lower abdomen. he glances down, spotting the white drops of cum on his tanned skin. the things he’d do to watch you lick it all up right now.

“holy shit,” he breathes, chuckling to himself just as you bring the phone back to your ear.

“that was…” you begin.

“fucking hot,” jungkook finishes your sentence. “you had me making a mess here, baby.”

you grin, feeling some sort of pride in you at the thought of jungkook cumming all over himself because of you. if only you had witnessed it yourself instead of having to imagine it all in your head.

“sorry,” you sing-song causing jungkook to chuckle in amusement. you can hear him rummage around his hotel room before the sound of the shower running fills your ear.

“you’re not sorry at all,” he tells you with a chuckle, knowing you well enough to know that you are, in fact, not sorry at all for making him cum all over himself and his sheets. “wouldn’t mind if you had been here to clean it up though.”

“i’m sure you wouldn’t,” you laugh, “go shower already, it sounds like you need it.”

the grin on jungkook’s face is evident in his voice, “i really do. sleep tight, baby.”

“you too, kook.”

after hanging up, you get off your bed to go clean yourself up. you get dressed in one of jungkook’s big t-shirts that you stole from his closet one day when staying over. exhaustion fills your entire body as you finally get settled underneath the duvet. you grab your phone, wanting to check social media one last time before sleep but a new text from jungkook catches your attention instead, a smile spreading across your face and excitement back in your stomach as you read it.

[01:27 am] jungkook😙: No more photos or I’ll have to catch an early flight home. See you Sunday, baby. Goodnight :)

[workofheart]

levi ackerman relationship hcs

some modern headcanons, nsfw below the cut <3 it’s just levi brainrot at this point

definitely the type to follow (stalk) your spotify and check in to see what you’re listening to. if he has the time, he might even listen along and wonder what you’re doing. if it’s a particularly sad song or series of songs, he’ll know to send you a text to let you know he’s thinking of you

on that note, he also stalks your pinterest boards just to see what you’re into these days and (idk abt yall but i save pins of mens fashion) if he sees a cute outfit in your saves that fits his style, he might even try it out. reason being (though he’ll never admit to it) he loooves that kind of attention from you - when he looks particularly good and you can’t stop staring, it might just pull a smirk out of him

once you’re living together, he lowkey acts like a dad. might scold you for not closing doors, not turning off lights, all the like. he means well, honestly

however, doesn’t mind tidying up for you. folds your laundry, clears your plate, takes your jacket off your shoulders when you get home, just because it’s his way of showing he cares. definitely an acts of service kind of guy

really good at cooking! he likes spending days in the kitchen with you while he whips something up or tries something new and you just sit at the counter and talk to him. it’s a good way to catch up as your adult lives can sometimes get busy

if you fall asleep with earbuds still in, he’ll gently take them out for you before you go to bed <3 he’ll also plug your phone in for you if you forgot

occasionally reads aloud to you, especially if you’re having trouble sleeping. we all know he’s not much of a talker, but his voice is so relaxing and he doesn’t mind doing it if he knows it will help

the chillest, coolest boyfriend ever. he’s so mature, honest, and trusting, and you don’t have to worry about those high school dramatics when you’re dating him. when he chooses to date you, he’s serious about it - definitely not the type to just date for fun. he won’t hesitate to deny advances from other people, doesn’t care about what you wear, just fully devoted to you and wouldn’t even think about anyone else

i also think that with that dating in general, you would probably start out as acquaintances or maybe even friends. he needs to have a lot of trust in the person he chooses to date, so only after he’s known you a long time and you’ve made enough of an impact on his life for him to make it hard to let you go would he date you

speaking of, didn’t isayama say that levi would stutter around his crush? i can imagine him stumbling over his words, trying to cover it up with a cough, reaching to scratch his neck all sheepish, just getting all shy. even once you’re far past that stage of your relationship, sometimes you’re so upfront and bold, he can’t help himself :( you just make him so weak

braids your hair for you when you’re too tired to do it yourself - you’ll sit in front of him and his fingers are so gentle with your hair 🥺 he got the hang of it so quickly and has the dexterity to not tangle your hair and it always comes out so nice and clean, even if you’re just going to sleep in them

i peg him as a biiiig cuddler. not a lot of pda besides holding your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist, letting you hook your arm around his, etc., but in private he loves when he can just lay his head on your lap or chest bc then you can play with his hair, which relaxes him

he’s really intuitive and in tune with your emotions. if you’re feeling down, he’ll know, and he’ll also know if you need space or if you need comfort, both of which he is more than willing to oblige

he’s there to bring you cups of tea, maybe some cut up strawberries on the days you’re tired and want to sleep. will definitely tuck you in, and will also lay down with you for a bit if you ask

his go to way of getting you to talk is going on drives. 1) levi is a really good driver and 2) he’ll usually come and find you wherever you may be around the apartment, say something along the lines of, “i’m going on a drive, you wanna come?” or might just give you a look and jingle the keys around his fingers

it might take a little while of rolling through the backroads aimlessly for you to speak up, but when you do, he’s all ears. lets you talk through your thoughts, might prompt you further, offers advice if you ask for it. it’s also how you sort through relationship misunderstandings - they are rare, but all relationships have them, so it would be silly to present your relationship without them

i think that when levi is upset on the other hand, he’ll usually come to you for comfort. he isn’t necessarily looking for advice, but just to calm down and rest. some form of physical touch is good, like cuddling or napping, preferably where he can put his head on your chest so you can play with his hair

i think levi is the type of person to get a lot of intrusive thoughts or memories that he doesn’t really want to remember when they pop up, so having you as a distraction to hold him and let him know it’s alright is something he really appreciates

nsfw below the cut (18+)

unpopular opinion: levi is NOT the hard dom people tag him as. rather, i think of levi as a service top, so while he may be carrying out more of the work, you’re the one in control. getting you off gets him off 100%

considering he is usually very dominant outside the bedroom, he likes the opportunity to let you take control and direct him instead - it takes a weight off his shoulders

slow and smooth kisser. might put up a fake fight for dominance just to make it more fun, but eventually take the lead and kiss him dizzy

hearing your moans makes him unbelievably hard. the sounds you make go straight to his dick

and so: godly at giving head. he might edge you but it’s not to tease or as punishment, he just takes his time because he knows it feels better for you, and at the end of the day he wants you to feel as good as possible. your pleasure is his main priority.

knows how to use his fingers, knows how to use his tongue. knows what you like and picks up on it very quickly. i don’t think he’s that experienced but he’s got a good natural sense of what feels good - do not doubt him, he knows where the clit is 

he’s got a very wide range of capabilities for this, too. he can go slow and sensual on a calm sunday morning or absolutely dive in and ravage your pussy for more intense sessions - this is the one time he doesn’t mind making a mess 

making you cum is good for his self esteem/confidence lmfaooo he lives to see your flushed cheeks and heaving chest and be told he’s doing well. when you scratch his hair or cup his cheek as a quick thank you, his heart swells and his dick twitches

please kiss his neck, he will absolutely melt for you. especially the next day when he looks in the mirror and notices the little love bites you left him... he runs his fingers over them lightly and his eyelids get a little droopy as he remembers everything, will definitely seek you out for another round

tbh i don’t think he’s that kinky. he likes what he likes, i can’t imagine him comfortably degrading you or hitting you or anything like that. realistically, levi wouldn’t be having sex with someone he’s not in a committed relationship with. he wants it to be special and personal and therefore probably would not enjoy treating you poorly even if just for the sake of sex. if anything, he wants it the other way around bc he could easily be a bit of a masochist in bed

loves when you restrain him and ride the shit out of him, either by tying his hands to the bed or just pinning his arms down. likes when you “use” him to get off. put your hands around his neck and he’s putty in your hands

really loves when you tell him to cum - your voice is music to his hears and to hear it out loud and as a command has him doing exactly that. he’s not one to disobey orders lol. 

his brows furrow, his eyes squeeze shut, mouth falls open and lets out a low moan... jesus christ 

one more deep kiss, a quick clean up, and then he’s passing out with his head on your chest. after-sex sleep is some of the best rest he’s ever gotten

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A Broken Heart.

Chapter 1

Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Chapter warnings: slight mentions of sex, 18+,hitting, sad shit, break up, heart break, angst, cursing

Chapter Summary: reader and Lee breakup.

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Chapter 2 //Chapter 3

The world felt as if it were shattering around you, crumbling beneath your feet like the rapture was upon you. Honestly, if the world did come to an end right now you’d be elated. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with your broken heart anymore.

You sat against a wall in your room, wallowing in your own self petty. It’d be three days since Lee Bodecker had broken things off with you. He had said that you were hurting his campaign, that he still loved you but needed a woman of power to help him become sheriff of this godforsaken town.

Lee had taken you out in the same field he took you to every time y’all made love. He kissed you so passionately, held you so closely. If you weren’t so caught up in the way his hands felt against your bare skin, you would’ve noticed how distraught he was the entire time he made love to you. It was his way of saying goodbye before he actually said goodbye. After he’d broken up with you, you felt disgusting and violated.

You’d never felt like that with Lee. He was your deputy and sinner in disguise. He was your rock and your soft place to fall. When the tears finally fill, the most empty feeling you’d ever felt emerged in your gut. One day you thought you were gonna be Mrs. Lee Bodecker. You daydreamed constantly of your wedding day and sharing a bed with the man you loved for the rest of your life ‘til you were old and gray. To know now that dream will always remain a dream.. that’s what hurt the most.

After Lee drove you home, you sat in your room for three days straight, not even coming out for supper. Your momma tried to convince you to eat and it worked once on the second day, until you threw up right after.

She didn’t understand. She’d never been in love, not really. Not love like you and Lee had. People told y’all all the time how rare and beautiful your love for one another was and you agreed. Just looking back on those memories made you sick. You listened in awe of how beautiful your love was not knowing Lee would only break your heart days later.

Today was Sunday, the lord's day, and usually you never wanted to go to church, but today you really didn’t want to go. The whole town, including Lee and his new arm candy, would be there. It’s the first time you’d be seeing Lee since he dropped you off. It was too soon, especially since you knew he’d already moved on.

As you sat with your head between your knees, your momma barged through your bedroom door.

“Jesus, girl. Why aren’t you up and ready to go? Church starts in an hour and you aren’t gonna make me late again.” She stomped over to your closet and shuffled through your dresses.

“Momma.. I- I’m not ready. I can’t see… him with her. I just ain’t ready for that kinda humiliation.” You sighed, trying to reason with your Bible-thumpin momma.

“Oh, no. You’ve embarrassed me enough this week. Disappearin’ for three whole days over a boy? You’re pathetic. You know, back in my day, we didn’t get to sit around and sulk the days away. No. We had to carry on like everything was fine and that’s what you’re gonna do. Now, get dressed.” She threw you a dress, one of your favorites actually. It was a teal blue, babydoll dress that you usually saved for special occasions, but you weren’t feeling very special at the moment and now you were just pissed off.

You stood and came face-to-face with your momma, “I’m not going. You have no idea how I feel. You can’t. You’ve never felt love the way we had it, Momma. No one ever loved you or me the way I love Lee. You couldn’t possib-“

Just then you felt a sharp sting against your cheek as your momma slapped you across the face.

“Not. Another. Word. You will be dressed and waitin for me at the car in ten minutes. No poutin’ and no sulkin’ in the pews. I don’t wanna hear another word about that boy.” She turned to exit your room but turned around to give you one last dig to the heart, “And, honey, a man in love would never have done what he did to you. Remember that next time you wanna preach to me about love.” With that she left your room. Your cheek still stung from the unexpected hit to the face. Your momma was cruel but she’d never hit you before.

The slap, in a way, was kind of refreshing. For a split second you’d totally forgotten about Lee. Only for a second, though. His crystal blue eyes and cheshire lips never leave your thoughts completely. You shook your head in defeat, trying to erase him from your mind. It didn’t work, but you took a deep breath and began getting ready.

//

The church parking lot was full when you and your momma pulled in. Rickety old trucks to brand spankin new, brightly colored cars littered the dusty lot. You spotted Lee’s car immediately, thankfully he was already inside.

The whole town came to this church, which wasn’t that many people. Nevertheless, everybody knew everybody and, even if you didn’t care, everybody knew everybody’s dirty laundry. Old Man Karl got pulled over last week for a DUI, Nancy from the library cheated on her husband with his brother and.. oh yeah, Lee Bodecker dumped his long time girlfriend for the mayor's daughter.

Lee and yours breakup was the talk of the town. You were the fresh, new gossip in this boring as hell town and there’s nothing you could do about it.

You couldn’t get two steps into the church without being bombarded by women you didn’t want to know but also knew too much about, asking if you were alright and that they’d pray for you on this ‘beautiful, glorious Sunday morning’. Yeah, same shit different day, different person.

One woman stayed to chat with your momma, so you went to find your seat. Your usual spot was next to Lee and naturally that’s where you headed, only to be greeted by Lee and His new girlfriend, Laura-Jean Mancon. She was one of those girls who’d been pretty her whole life. Blind hair, blue eyes and a huge rack. Everybody thought she’d go into modeling or start an acting career but she never did. Instead, she stayed and was now going to marry Lee. In your eyes, that’s the best path she could’ve taken. You’d take her place any day.

“Mornin’ Y/n.” Lee cleared his throat, unable to make eye contact with you.

“L-“ You went to say his name but found you couldn’t. It was only one syllable, only three letters and it pained you to even think about, let alone say aloud. You cleared your throat, “Laura-Jean, nice to see you again.”

Laura-Jean said nothing in return. She just hummed, waiting for you to talk away.

“I guess I’ll go.. find me a new seat.” You took a deep breath when you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, again. Lee stared straight forward the whole time you stood there, too cowardly to even look you in the eyes. Some Sheriff he’ll be.

You scanned the crowd of people and found your momma in the front row, of course. You made your way up the aisle and took your seat next to her. The chorus sang their hems and the preacher clapped his way in on the last versus.

“How are we doin’ on this fine Sunday mornin’?” he drawled to the crowd. He got an assortment of greetings in return.

“I said ‘HOW ARE WE DOIN ON THIS BRIGHT N’ SHINY SUNDIE MORNIN’?’.”

“GOOD” the people shouted in return. You could hear Laura-Jean giggling over something but you wouldn’t dare look back. Lee always made church bearable, making wise cracks at the preaches expense.

“Now, today I’d like to talk a little bit about love. Of course, we’re always talkin’ about love when it comes to our lord and savor, Jesus Christ. But just for a moment, it ain’t about him. No. This mornin’ I’m preachin’ to you about young love.”

Here we go.

“It comes and goes so fast, but when you have it, it’s one of the most beautiful things this world can offer you.. especially when you put a little Jesus in it.” The church laughed. You knew where this was going. Your stomach churned as you sunk down into the pew.

“I’d like to ask the newly engaged folks in the crowd to come and join me up here. You know who you are, soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Lee Bodecker.”

Your heart felt as if it were going to explode, a tear escaped through your lashes and you quickly wiped it away.

They walked up hand in hand, smiling for cheek to cheek. How could he be so happy, so calm after only being broken up for less than a week? Did he ever love you? Really love you. Like you loved him. Obviously not because you could never, in good conscience do this to him. You couldn’t stand on a stage wrapped arm in arm with another man while Lee sat, just as you were now, devastated and totally distraught.

“So tell us,” the preach beamed. “When’s the big day.”

Lee looked at you with a pained expression as Laura-Jean answered the preach.

“May 21st”

Your breathing heavies at the reply. Turning to your momma you whispered, “Momma, that’s in two weeks.”

“I know that. Now, hush.” She side eyed you with a full smile still pressed to her lips. Even your own mother didn’t seem to care about your feelings. You sat there, listening to Laura-Jean go on and on about their ‘big day’. Tears streamed down your face and you let them. You’d given up on trying to hide how hurt you really felt. When you looked up, Lee stared straight at you. He wasn’t crying but his pain ridden face told you everything. One look at him and you couldn’t breathe anymore. You stood abruptly, all eyes were on you and Laura-Jean had stopped talking.

“I- excuse me.” You said before booking it out the back door. Lee hollered out, asking you to wait. It was too late. You were half way out the door and couldn’t stand to be in that room for another second.

Your feet stomped against the grave, dust clouding up in your wake as you made your way to the road.

“Y/n!” Lee called out after you.

“Go away. I have nothing to say to you, L- fuck.” You cursed, trying desperately to get away from him.

“I said wait, goddammit.” He growled, capturing your bicep in his large hand.

“Let go of me!” You whined sounding out of breath.

“Not until you listened to what I have to say.”

“What, Lee? What could you possibly have to say?”

“I- I.. dammit. I know I put you in a tough position but-“

“A tough position?” You repeated.

“Let me finish.” He sighed and released your arm from his grasp, “I know I hurt you. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am, but, doll, this is it. This is my only chance at becoming Sheriff. You know how hard I’ve worked to get here and you’ve always been so supportive of my dream. I- I just thought.. out of everyone you would understand.”

Your skin burned as you imagined smoke blowing from your ears. Did he really just say that? That you should understand the break up and go on with your life like nothing happened like he is? You stood there frozen, breathing heavier and heavier as your brain tried to come up with a coherent response while trying to also remain a lady.

“I- I still love you. You know that, right?” He asked, bringing a hand to your cheek and wiping a stray tear away.

You flinched at his burning touch and slapped his hand away, “Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again. I don’t love you anymore. I can’t love you. Shit… seeing you was the best part of my day and now I can’t even look at you without feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I can’t even say your name anymore. Everything about you, now, fills me with so much pain and dread. So if that’s what your love is, keep it. I don’t want it anymore.”

“Doll,” A tear ran down his cheek, you now being the one who’s breaking his heart. “I never meant to hurt you. I swear.” He sniffles.

“Well, you did. I’m in so much pain.” You sobbed, “I’m in so much pain and I have no one to go to because you were my person. You have left me completely empty and utterly alone.”

“Y/n, I-“

“Save it, Bodecker. I’m done talking to you.”

Lee didn’t chase after you this time. He let the tears stream down his face as he watched you walk away. He was just as heartbroken as you but couldn’t show it., not when he was so close to winning this election. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and headed back towards the church. He knew you just needed time and that he’d still see you around town.

Seeing you today took his breath away. You wore your favorite dress that he bought you for your birthday so long ago. You didn’t have on any makeup, which he loved. You were so naturally beautiful and he did still love you with every piece of his shattered heart. He’d eventually come up with a plan to get you back, but for now he would respect your space.

//

Once you’d gotten home and shut the door, you couldn’t help but scream at the top of your lungs. Hoping for some sort of release from all this heartache you felt. Telling him you couldn’t love him was the hardest thing you ever had to do. You sat on the floor in the same position you were in before you left; head between your knees and sobbing like a baby.

There was no escaping him in this town. There was church and the grocery store and the diner you worked at part time. He was everywhere. He’d come in every morning you worked to have coffee with you. He had been a part of every little thing you do in your daily routine for as long as you can remember.

There was never a time you weren’t together. It was always just you and him. He was the one who held you when you were sad, but where was he now when you needed him most?

To you, there was only one way to fix this; get the hell out of here. Completely leave town and start anew somewhere else. You have an aunt that lives right outside of town. You can stay there until it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you got up. Your aunt agreed to the plan and said you could stay with her for as long as you needed when you called her. You packed a small duffle bag and waited for her to pick you up.

When she did finally pull up out front, you hopped in the car and she drove off, leaving the dusty ole town you called home for so long. You took in a deep breath as you drove towards your new life. No Lee, no momma, no worries.

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[heartsofbeskar]

market days

farmer!din x fem!reader

warnings: just me romanticizing small towns

words: 1.2K

a/n: shoutout to babes @radiowallet @keeper0fthestars @asta-lily @the-ginger-hedge-witch for contributing ideas to this AU concept, ily all 💕 this will be a series of shorter single scenes im thinking!! setting the scene a lot here and introducing our lovely reader; also plEASE dont be afraid to hit up my inbox with any requests or things u wanna see in this AU!!! we’re all self indulging each other here!!!!!!!

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In the weeks since you’d moved, you had yet to see this much action in the normally sleepy town of New Varo. The days here moved like real syrup from the jar, oozing in a natural flow, residents taking staggered walks downtown in predictable patterns. You’d see them come and go from the reception desk in your office, and they always waved upon seeing you through the window. It was strange, at first — I don’t even know them, you’d thought — but you’d quickly realized that was just what you did here.

And they weren’t strangers for long. New arrivals were few and far between, you learned, and everyone was eager to see who was now leasing the space where the antiques shop used to be. They entered the vet clinic, eyes wide and smiles beaming, shaking your hand enthusiastically, offering you meals, blankets, fresh bread, and anything else they thought you might be in need of.

It was strange. And yet, you’d never felt more at peace.

The early spring had fully settled over the town now, and you learned from your landlady Peli that spring brought the weekly market, a large event in New Varo, drawing in people from in town and the surrounding areas every Saturday. Now, as she led you through the positively bustling town square, you were barraged with sights and sounds and smells — God, the smells were unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Fragrant fruits and baked goods and body care products, all lined up in messy rows in front of their vendors, faces painted with the utmost pride. It sent a warm rush of serenity through you.

“Most folks like to stock up on their fresh veggies here for the week,” Peli told you, gesturing to an array of asparagus and cauliflower, brilliantly green and fragrant. “But, if the mood strikes ya, lots of the larger farms sell to Boba’s Grocery too, open seven days a week now! Only four hours on Sunday, though.”

You opened your mouth to respond, to compliment the produce that looked fresher than you’d ever seen, when a tug on your pants drew your attention downward.

A small boy stood next to you, standing barely above your knee, and he had the widest eyes you’d ever seen on a child. He looked up at you with them now, a small hand still clutched in the demin.

“Excuse me,” he said. Your heart contracted almost painfully in your chest, and you knelt down with a smile spread across your face.

“Hello there,” you beamed at him. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

He met your eyes with a smile of his own, wide and open, and you could see the adorable mismatched collection of teeth in his mouth. “I’m Grogu! Have you been to my Daddy’s shop yet?”

“Pleasure to meet you Grogu.” You shook his small hand in a comically businesslike fashion, and he swung his arm up and down enthusiastically. “I just got here, so I haven’t! Which one is his?”

Instead of answering, Grogu grabbed your hand again, this time turning around and beginning to confidently lead you towards the opposite end of the market. Shooting an apologetic look to Peli over your shoulder, you followed, walking in an awkward half crouch to keep your hand in the one of the little boy in front of you.

“Here it is!” he said, his pace picking up as you both approached a stall, and he let go of your hand as he bounded excitedly behind the display.

His father’s display was made up of mismatched wooden crates, at various heights, each one holding a different product. A wooden sign was propped up against the front of them, hand painted with “Djarin’s Goods.” The products themselves seem to span a wide variety; in one sweep you could see berries, jams, a small array of vegetables, and what appeared to be soaps, even. You stepped closer to read the descriptions and prices that accompanied each item.

A man crouched behind the display, speaking to the little boy, not unlike you had been doing just a moment ago. You overheard him.

“Grogu, you’re supposed to tell people about the stand, not pull them here by the hand.” The man’s voice was deep, deeper than you’d expected, and though his words were chastising, his tone was still affectionate. Grogu smiled cheekily, shrugging, and his father snorted a laugh before he kissed the crown of his head, rising to full height.

You were struck by how large he was. Tall, but more so than that, broad, shoulders strong as he extended one hand out to you in greeting. “Sorry about him, he’s very excitable on market days. I’m Din. Din Djarin.”

Grasping his hand, you returned the greetings. His fingers were as large as the rest of him, thick and callused, skin golden and tanned, his grip firm. Your hand was dwarfed in his, and your face was warm at the sight.

“Don’t apologize,” you smiled at the man. “He’s adorable. And an excellent marketing expert.”

He laughed, the sound low and melodic, running a hand up the back of his neck to rustle the dark curls on his head. A few of them fell down over his forehead, and you pushed down a sudden urge to reach over and brush them to the side. His whole demeanor seemed to invite your touch, like he was a magnet pulling you in.

“Well, since you’re here, please have a look around.” He gestured to the array of goods, expression a little sheepish. “Let me know if anything catches your eye.”

Now you had to give a small laugh. “To be honest, I’m not sure there’s anything that hasn’t caught my eye in this whole place. There’s nothing like it in the city; everything looks so … fresh.”

He smiled warmly at you, holding up a finger to you, turning to the side. A small basket of strawberries was set to the side, apart from the rest for sale, and he plucked one off the top of the pile, pulling a small knife from the pocket of his denim overalls.

“I, uh … I keep some berries set aside every week, for Grogu and the other kids,” he said, slicing off the stem of the ruby red berry. He offered it to you. “Try it. I washed them, I promise.”

Taking it from him with a smile, you bit down on it, cupping your other hand underneath as some of the juice dripped down despite your best efforts. It was delicious, fresh flavour bursting in your mouth as you chewed, sweeter than you ever could’ve imagined a natural food to be.

“How is it?” he asked, brow raised. His hands seemed to need to busy themselves over his display; wiping the knife, adjusting the positioning of the soaps and jars, rolling up the sleeves of his mustard yellow sweater.

“Amazing,” you laughed, gratefully accepting the napkin he held out for you. “I’ll take two pints, please.”

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[specialagentsergio]

baby kiss it better

summary: When D.C. implements a lockdown order, you and Spencer decide to quarantine together. There’s just one problem—he’s working from home, and his coworkers don’t know about you.

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: a few swear words, but otherwise it’s just fluff

a/n: ahh, the secret partner trope. how i love it. this is set in 2020, but with the season 5 cast! i was feeling particularly self-indulgent, so i made reader a night shift worker. this is for you, fellow night owls. stay safe out there everyone, and wear a mask!

a/n 2: i don’t actually know what a doctor or physical therapist would recommend for spencer’s knee injury. this is just going on my basic understanding of anatomy (i took a class in it this fall!) and what i've seen on grey’s anatomy lol.

word count: 2.2k

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Spencer tries not to grimace as he shifts in his chair. Working from home during the lockdown had initially seemed like it came at a great time, starting just a month after his knee injury. Sure, he wasn’t thrilled about having to do almost everything digitally, but at least he wouldn’t have to worry about being mobile.

Unfortunately, that had turned out to be a downside. Tethered to his seat by headphones, he hasn’t been able to get up and stretch his leg properly, and as a result, is experiencing more pain.

It’s only 8:30, but he can already feel it flaring up. It’s been happening earlier every day, likely due to the existing irritation from the day before. Today is Thursday, and he’s miserable—he dreads to think of what tomorrow will be like.

He’s wondering if there’s some way he could get out of work tomorrow when he hears the sound of the front door being unlocked. He looks up to see you pushing the door open with your shoulder, carrying far too many grocery bags than is reasonable.

“Be careful!” he exclaims, watching as you teeter to the side a little. You just wave him off and close the door with your heel.

Working from home may not have been the positive he was expecting it to be, but you’ve more than made up for it. The two of you had decided to quarantine together, and he’s really loved having you around. Granted, you’ve only been here since Sunday, but he’s starting to think that this is going to end with him asking you to move in with him for good.

He hears a thunk as you dump all the groceries on the kitchen table. Then you’re back in the living room, taking off your mask as you walk by so you can blow him a kiss. He presses his knuckles to his mouth to hide his smile.

Usually you give him a proper cheek or forehead kiss when you get home, but the team doesn’t know about you yet. It’s not that he’s necessarily keeping you a secret, he just... likes having you to himself, and he doesn’t really want it to change just yet.

He’s also not looking forward to the pitch Garcia’s voice is going to hit when she finds out he’s been dating someone for over a year without telling her.

“Are you listening, Reid?” Hotch’s voice makes Spencer focus back in on the screen.

“Oh, y-yeah. Yeah, of course. Um, I was just thinking that this choice of rope to bind the victims is interesting.” He doles out a few facts about it, which seems to do an adequate job of convincing everyone that he’s paying attention.

They take a break when the main briefing is over—Jack needs something from Hotch and Sergio has apparently knocked something breakable off of Emily’s kitchen counter. He slides his headphones off and mutes his mic. Apparently that’s a cue you’ve been waiting for, because only a few moments later you’re placing a mug of tea on his desk.

“Green tea,” you say. “Might help reduce the inflammation in your knee.” Then you’re lifting his foot off the small stool it’s resting on and sliding another pillow under it so his leg is more elevated.

“Wh—“ he starts, but you’re already hurrying back into the kitchen. You come back with a baggie of ice wrapped in a dishtowel in your hands, which you place it gently on top of his knee.

“Twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off,” you say. “Then repeat with heat instead, like your physical therapist said. I’ll get the heating pad from the bedroom.”

“Hey, wait.” Spencer snags your wrists before you can walk away again. “How’d you know it was hurting?”

“Oh, I always know,” you reply. “You should have realized that by now.”

He thinks on that as you leave to get the heating pad, sipping his tea. You do always seem to just know, whether he’s in physical pain, a bad case is bothering him, or even if he’s just in a bad mood and doesn’t know why himself.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t feel incredibly lucky to have you in his life.

“I’m leaving it by this outlet behind you. Have you been doing your stretches?”

He bites his lip, hesitating because he knows you won’t like the answer. But he doesn’t have to say it; you can tell from his expression.

“Spencer. You know you need to be doing them.”

“I know, I do,” he insists. “I just... can’t really get up and do them with these headphones.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Okay, so take them off. Your laptop has speakers.”

“But I don’t want to disturb you,” he protests. Since you work the night shift, you sleep during the day, usually heading to bed around 11 AM. He doesn’t want the noise from the Zoom calls to keep you up. Much like the bullpen in the FBI building, the calls can get rowdy.

“You won’t,” you assure. “I’ll just shut the bedroom door.”

“I guess that works,” he relents. “But I feel weird getting up and stretching in front of everyone. Like, wouldn’t that be disruptive?”

You sigh. “Spencer, I understand it’ll make you self-conscious, but you want full mobility in your knee again, right?”

“Yeah, I do, I get it,” he says sullenly, looking down into his mug. “I need to do the stretches if I want it to heal well.”

“Hey.” You take one of his hands and squeeze it. “I’m not trying to annoy you. I just want you to get better and be in less pain. I don’t like to see you hurting.”

“You’re not annoying me. I guess I’m just... not really used to being taken care of,” he admits quietly.

“Well, I’m gonna fix that.”

The confidence in your voice makes him unable to hold back a smile. “Alright.”

You smile back. “Is there anything else I can do?”

Spencer’s about to tell you that you’ve done plenty when an idea strikes him. He tilts his head to the side. “Well, there is something.”

“Yes?”

“There’s some research—nothing too substantial, but still some—that says kisses can help relieve pain,” he says.

You laugh, but it’s not unkind. “Oh, so you want me to kiss it better?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, glancing away shyly.

“Okay, then.” You tuck his hair behind his ear and press a kiss to his forehead. “Better?” you ask softly.

He hums. “Better.”

“Good.” You stand back up and stretch. “Well, I’ll be awake for a few more hours, so let me know if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Spencer puts his headphones back on—he wants to wait to unplug them until you go to bed to spare you from hearing anything gruesome—and looks back at the screen to find Morgan, Emily, JJ, and Garcia staring him down. Rather hesitantly, he unmutes his mic and asks, “What?”

Emily is grinning—she looks the more awake than she has all morning. “Is there anything you wanna tell us?” she asks.

“Yeah, Spence,” JJ chimes in, “any new developments in your life?”

“I don’t—” he starts, then it hits him like a truck. He remembered to mute his mic, but the camera was still on. Clearly, they all saw you kiss his forehead. He barely stops himself from hitting his head against the table; he covers his face with his hands instead and groans.

“Isn’t the whole point of all this that we stay away from other people?” Morgan asks, and Spencer doesn’t have to look up to know that Derek has a shit-eating grin on his face.

“People outside of your household,” he corrects without thinking.

“Oh my god!” Garcia shrieks and he winces, pulling the headphones off out of instinct. He’s not the only one—JJ jumps and yanks her earbuds out, and Derek lifts one side of his headphones away from his ear. Spencer hesitantly copies him, putting one half of his headphones back on.

“Jesus, Pen, you scared the shit out of Sergio,” Emily’s saying.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” she says, then turns her attention completely to Spencer. “Boy wonder. You’re living with someone and I’m just now hearing about it?”

“I mean, you never asked,” he points out.

“Well, I didn’t think I’d have to!” she huffs. “You usually tell your friends if you’re seeing someone new, let alone living with them!”

“You do, maybe. Emily and I don’t,” he says.

Emily herself shrugs. “Good point. Fair enough, Reid.”

“Besides, we’re not living together,” he continues, “We’re quarantining together.”

“Right, because that’s such a big difference,” JJ teases. He glares at her in return.

Rossi returns to his desk before Penelope can start bombarding Spencer with questions. But there’s no reprieve for him—the man takes one look around and knows something’s up. “Okay, what’s going on?” he asks.

“We just found out pretty boy has a partner,” Morgan sing-songs before Spencer can say anything.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

“And he didn’t tell any of us!” Garcia adds.

Spencer groans again and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. “This is exactly why I didn’t say anything,” he mutters.

A knocking sound draws his attention away from the call. You’re standing in the bedroom doorway, your hand resting on the doorframe. “You okay?” you ask. “I just heard you groan.”

Spencer mutes his mic again and then leans over so he’s out of the camera’s frame. “They found out,” he sighs.

“Found out what?”

“Found out about... you.”

Realization crosses your face. “They saw me kissing you better?”

“Yeah. I forgot the camera was still on,” he says sheepishly.

“Well, it was bound to happen eventually.” You make your way over to him and take the ice off his knee. “It’s been twenty minutes, by the way.”

“Thanks. So, um...” He picks up the fidget toy you bought him when he was going stir-crazy in the hospital and starts messing with it. “What do you wanna do about this?”

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with,” you reply immediately.

“Okay, good answer,” he says. “But I actually want to know how you feel about this.”

“Well, I’m fine with meeting them, even if it’s just over Zoom. But if you’d rather wait, I’m fine with that, too. Really,” you add when he raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, well.” Spencer looks back at the screen. Hotch has returned now, and even though he can’t hear anything, it’s clear they’re all waiting on him. Best to just do this now, he thinks, otherwise I’ll be hearing about it all day. “How would you feel about meeting them right now?”

You blink. “Um, okay. So long as you don’t mind me looking like I was up all night, because, you know... I was.”

“You look fine,” he reassures. “Uh, just stay put for a second. Let me ask if this is okay.”

He readjusts to sit in his chair properly. He starts to put his headphones back on, but you unplug them so you can hear what’s happening.

“You ready to continue, Reid?” Hotch asks. It’s business as usual with him—if he was told what happened earlier, Spencer can’t tell.

“Well, actually,” he starts, and nervousness bubbles up in his chest. He glances up and you give him a reassuring smile. “Actually, I was wondering if I could introduce you guys to someone first?”

Garcia squeals. “Ooh, sir, please say yes!”

“Just keep it quick,” Hotch says. He didn’t even hesitate—they totally told him.

Spencer takes a deep breath, then gestures for you to come over. You seem a little nervous as well, but you handle it well, walking around the desk and into the frame. “Oh, we should have gotten you something to sit on,” he laments when you lean over the back of his chair.

“It’s fine.” You drape your arms around his shoulders and adjust so your head is on the same level as his. It’s silent for a moment, then you say, “Well, introduce me, silly.”

“Oh!” He clears his throat, trying to ignore the heat he feels in his cheeks. “Um, this is (Y/N). My... my partner.”

The call explodes with greetings, everyone talking over each other. “Slow down, slow down,” Spencer pleads. This is all overwhelming enough—he doesn’t need any excess stimuli.

Once it settles, everyone takes their turn introducing themselves (you already know who they all are, though, as he’s told you so much about them). Then you field a few questions—what you do for work, how you met, what your favorite food is (that was Rossi—Spencer suspects that he wants to know for the first dinner party he can hold after quarantine is over).

It’s going well. Everyone seems to like you, and you’re getting by just fine. Until Garcia asks her question, that is.

“So, (Y/N), how long has boy wonder been keeping you a secret from us?”

Both of you tense. “Uh, you know what, I’ll let him answer that,” you say quickly. “It’s just about time for me to go to bed.”

“Wha—no. No, it’s not. It’s just barley past nine,” Spencer protests.

“Yeah, I’m really tired. I’m gonna try and get some extra sleep today.” You give a little wave. “It was nice meeting you all.”

“Don’t leave me,” he whispers desperately. “Not with that question.”

You feign a yawn. “Sorry, I’m just too tired.”

He watches you go back to the bedroom with a pout.

“Well?” Garcia insists when he looks back at her.

Spencer cringes and preemptively lowers his computer volume.

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Hey there hope you are doing well🥰🥰🥰Saw you were open to blurb request...can you please write a fluff related to my second steve rogers x reader story...where the reader forgives steve after his tiresome efforts to win back his family..Like can you write about how a domestic sunday willl be in their lives Steve's, reader's and Ollie's? how they will enjoy breakfasta and Steve enjoys the day with his wife and son❤❤❤

A/N: This is basically an alternative ending to Regretting his Decisions. The original one basically ended in all angst so I hope you guys like this as well. It is totally different from the first one. Just something new :)

Regretting His Decisions (S.R)

Steve Rogers AU (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Steve and reader come together after she forgives him for all the things that he had done in the past. Now, they are spending a Sunday together with their son, Oliver. It is all fluff.

Warning: None. Fluff all the way.

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There were times when you thought that you shouldn’t have forgiven Steve because society thought that you were in a toxic relationship. They thought that he shouldn’t have come back into your life as he chose Peggy. But Tony told you the real reason. Peggy had hijacked the time machine and Steve had to spend his whole life in the past to rebuild that time machine. That’s why he didn’t come back to you.

However, Steve came back to you like he promised he would. He got Scott to help him reverse the past and become his old self. He was going to choose you and that’s what mattered the most. Your husband knew that the things he did in the start of your marriage were cruel and he didn’t deserve you. But he had suffered a lot and he was truly in love with you. That’s why you gave him a chance. You deserved to be happy as well and your family needed a proper chance.

At first, your interaction was just limited to Oliver and you lived separately even though you knew the truth. It was hard to forgive him for the things he had actually done like belittling you or abandoning you. But as time progressed, you saw how he was with your son and how he treated you with nothing but respect.

Steve gave you as much space as you needed and he was there for you when you needed him. He was there when your library burnt down during a fire hazard. He was there to console you when your parents suddenly died in a car crash. He was there when Ollie broke his arm while playing football. He was always there and that’s what got you to eventually open up to him. You finally asked to try again and for him to move into the house. Your family was happy and that’s what mattered. Other people can go to hell.

“Stevie, mommy needs pancakes.” Your three year old was sitting on the counter with his legs swinging back and forth. He was currently arguing with his father about your breakfast preference because apparently he knew you better than your husband.

“No, Mommy loves waffles. You want pancakes so you’re telling me to make them.” The little boy had been up for the past two hours because he had a nightmare. He always wanted to cuddle with his father afterwards and now, he was angry. “I’m your dad, buddy. Not Stevie.”

“But Mommy calls you Stevie.” He whined as he jumped in his place. Steve was quick to hold him in his place before he could fall. Oliver was never afraid to get hurt because he healed too quickly. The serum running through his veins always made him feel like a super hero. In a way, he was but Steve was always worried about him.

“She can do that. Not you.” At this point, he was just messing with his son.

“I can, Stevie.” Oliver asserted his point.

“Okay, buddy. Can I call you Ollie then?” This was going to get interesting, really fast.

“No! Mommy calls me that name only.” Giving him a pointed look, Steve laughed out loud. “Okay, daddy. I get it now.”

“Good boy. Now, let’s start making the breakfast.” Tying an apron around himself, he started taking out all the ingredients.

It was Sunday so you didn’t have work today. You always slept in late on Sundays and Steve always made sure that you got your much needed rest. A twelve hour job and a hyper three year old sucked out most of your energy so he didn’t like to disturb you for anything. Morning breakfast was your family’s tradition.

Steve didn’t know how to cook properly but you never complained. His burnt french toasts are better than any five star chicken steal and that was saying a lot. You loved him too much to ever say that you didn’t want to eat the breakfast made by him. It was such a sweet gesture that you teared up whenever you saw them entering the room with a tray in their hands.

“Baby, you have to hold on to the vase tightly.” Your husband’s hushed voice filtered through the door and woke you up from your deep slumber. Footsteps echoed through the wooden floor and soon the door opened.

“Mommy!!! Look I made you breakfast.” Jumping on the bed, he completely forgot about the vase of pink flowers and dropped them on the bed.

“Oh, thank you, baby.” Oliver’s knee accidentally hit you in the stomach and knocked the breath out of your lung. Gasping, you slightly cradled your child, “Be careful, bubs.”

“Sorry, mommy.”

Laughing, Steve corrected his son, “Oliver, we both made the breakfast and I did most of the work.”

“I beat waffle mixture.”

“You dropped it all on the kitchen counter. Not the same thing, baby.” He got up on the bed but still was not a match for his father’s height.

“I made it. I’m better than you.”

Interrupting them before Oliver truly got angry, “My baby is better than everyone. Stevie, don’t tease him.”

“’kay, darling.” He raised his hands in surrender and joined you both on the bed.

Steve was thankful for his little family and he tried to spend every waking moment with them. He didn’t want to miss the special moments so he made sure to take time off from missions. Nothing was more important than his family. There was still regret in his heart for treating you like crap in the early years of marriage. He would never forgive himself for the heinous acts that he committed. He will spend every moment making it up to you.

Finishing the breakfast with a lot of teasing and jokes, you went to get ready for the day. Meanwhile, your husband took Oliver to his room and gave him a shower. Oliver was a total boy in the sense that he ran away from the idea of shower. Only Steve could make him sit in a tub long enough to actually bathe him and by the end of it, no one knew who actually showered. Steve would emerge out of the washroom with water dripping down his hair and drenched clothes.

Today was no different. ”Help this little devil with his clothes while I go change.”

“Aw. Thank you, babe.” You tried to hold in your laughter when you saw his condition but you couldn’t help it.

“Next time, you’re doing it.”

“Sure sure.” Pecking him on the lips, you went into Ollie’s closet. He always said this but he was there to take your son before you could even think about taking him to shower. He would never admit it but he liked this chore. It was a bonding time for him and Oliver.

For today you all agreed that it would be best to just relax around the house. With the upcoming Hydra missions, the media had been loitering around your house to have an interview with Steve. You both decided that the best way to attain some privacy would be to stay home.

“Incredible, please!” The little boy sitting on your lap looked at you with puppy dog eyes that you didn’t have the heart to refuse.

“But we have watched that movie a hundred times.” Steve whined from his place on the couch.

“Not a hundred times, daddy. Just seven times.” Counting on his fingers, he showed you both eight fingers instead of seven.

“That’s eight fingers, baby.” You put one of his fingers down and squished his cheeks. He was too cute for his own good. “And we can watch it one more time but that’s it.”

Steve knew that he would be outnumbered in this match so he just gave up. At this point, he knew the dialogues by heart. But he preferred this over being lonely. He stocked up on all the snacks a day before so you were all set for a movie marathon. It was going to be really fun.

In between the movie, Oliver made you sing all the songs and you all cried when Mufasa died. Even Steve had slight tears in his eyes. Fate was cruel to the Lion King and he could never think of leaving his family alone. It was too much but then the happy ending always brought him joy. This movie truly was a true roller coaster.

“I wanna watch Boss Baby now.” The little boy demanded as soon as credits rolled in.

“Okay, boss.”

“He truly is the boss, isn’t he?” You looked down at the snuggled up child on the couch.

“Yes, he is.” Ruffling his hair, Steve gave his son an adoring smile.

The whole day, you kept going through movies that were demanded by Oliver and around five, you all fell asleep on the couch. It was a really good nap and you woke up before both your boys. You made them dinner because you wanted to eat proper food. Steaks and broccoli was the best option so you went with it.

“You made dinner?” The two hands snaking around your waist startled for you a second but you relaxed when you heard his voice.

“Yeah. Got up before you guys so just thought to start working on dinner.” You kept your hands on the side of his face while he nuzzled his face in your neck. He was extra clingy today and you loved that about him.

“Okay, I loved spending time with you both today.”

“We both did as well. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You were interrupted before you could kiss your husband.

“I’m hungry!” Oliver came waltzing into the kitchen and Steve picked him up.

Both of you looked at each other before saying it together, “We love you, Ollie.”

“Family hug!” Your son was demanding and you both would never deny his wishes. Your family was too cute and you loved them too much.

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