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[wintersera]

ok so i was wondering if you write for itzy and IF you do can you do taking yuna and kazuhas virginity and if not, are you able to just do kazuha?

virgin!yuna x f!reader

notes: IM SORRY IF THIS IS OOC i like itzy but i dont really know all their personalities that well </3

cw: established relationship, virgin yuna aww, wholesome sex? idk what else to put here

word count: 1.1k

you and yuna had been dating for a while now, 7 months going strong. you’ve hit most milestones that every couple had done, going on dates, buying each other silly little gifts, introducing each other to their friends and family. pretty much everything under the radar apart from sex. you thought it was the perfect time to initiate it, bringing her back to your house after a very pricey dinner date. it felt like a dream, walking hand in hand in the midst of night with your gorgeous girlfriend who you were planning on fucking that night

as you two made it through your doorway, it was like some spirit possessed you, you couldn’t help but kiss her on the lips. she was so perfect tonight, a beautifully decorated dress hugged each curve amazingly, wow… now you have her pinned against the wall, one hand restricting both of her wrists above her head.

usually your kisses would never get this heated given the slow nature of your relationship, but this time you wanted to quicken things up as your mind progressively began to think about her 24/7. and caught by surprise, yuna didn’t know how to react. sure, you definitely kissed a lot, but not to this extent. you could feel her heartbeat racing in her chest with your own pressed up against hers. your other hand so dangerously close to her inner thigh.

“yuna… can i?” parting your lips slightly away from hers to speak. you caress your thumb on her lip as you pull away. her pretty face, dusted red with arousal.

“at least on the bed” the way she looks up at you with lust filled eyes, she knew what she wanted. although, you knew she was nervous by the way she trembled. you took the opportunity to lead, guiding her by the hand into your bedroom. your own heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest, hopefully she doesn’t notice how sweaty your hands are and how quick your pulse is. she’s shy, the confident girl demeanour she wore replaced by a timid woman in front of your very eyes. you give her a little push indicating that she should sit on your bed,

“yuna… you're so pretty” calling out her name before kissing her again, this time you were more passionate about it. swiping your tongue against her lips, feeling greedy you wanted more of her. and she wanted more of you, letting you in her mouth humming at the warmth you shared between you. it wasn’t enough, you wanted more and more… her soft moans were making your head cloudy, you needed her so much. oh you loved the dress but she didn’t need it anymore, unzipping the back and letting it slowly fall off her shoulders. parting away from her lips once more, you go south, grazing your lips over her neck, and kissing down to her shoulders, making sure she feels love for every inch on her body. “should i go further?” there was a hesitation. it was her first time and you knew that- “…we don’t have to if you don’t want to do it”

“i do, it’s just i’m kinda nervous..” you smile at her, hand caressing her face. there was adoration in your eyes, you loved her so much and you wanted her to know that, whether it be through your actions or your words.

“that’s okay, i promise i’ll take care of you” she just nods, a shy one. kissing her one more time and smiling right back at her, you began to strip her completely. unable to resist the temptation, you open up her legs, leaving delicate kisses on her thighs as you make your way down to her core. you felt the need to check in with her again, what if she didn’t want this? looking up from in between her legs. she, again, gives you another nod. relieved, you push aside her panties, giving kitten licks on her clit.

“you taste good” you mumble, noticing how she stares at you with her half lidded eyes, mentally taking a picture of the expression on her face, it drove you crazy. you feel arousal build up between your own legs, the way shes reacting from the smallest things causes you to become hungrier for more. you change the rhythm of your licking, from kitten licks to swirling her clit in your tongue, in hopes of gaining a new reaction from her. and it did, her hand making their way to the back of your neck, pushing you closer to her mound. god she was so beautiful like this, calling out your name while her knuckles turn white grabbing the sheets from underneath her.

it wasn't enough, you wanted to see her unravel from your touch. sliding one finger into her, knuckles deep into her pussy, you begin to explore her walls, finding that sweet spot that you believe she would love. there it was, the reaction you were eagerly waiting for, her moans grew louder and louder as you hit that spot repeatedly. a mess under a touch yet she had this huge grin plastered on her face, you grew to know what this meant- in between moans “is.. that.. all…?” she was cheeky, you knew this. a little bit of a tease when it came to you. she’d playfully push your buttons but you immediately shut her down.

“aww, you think this is all babe?” entering another digit into her pussy, she cries out. face contorting from the pleasure, you groaning at how she squeezes down on your fingers. entranced by the way she matches the rhythm of your movements.

harder, you work so much harder. sucking, licking, biting her clit and curling your fingers inside of her, making sure to hit her sweet spot. you notice that she’s beginning to come close to her orgasm. rocking her hips while her legs hook around your back, trapping you in between her thighs and the way she shamelessly whimpers are enough to tell you that she’s about to cum.

literally digging her hands into the sheets, she lets her head fall back and her mouth hang open as she cums hard all over your face, her legs shaking violently from the immense amount of pleasure jolting around in her body. helping her ride out her first ever high with one hand placed on her stomach, enjoying the way she twitches from the little kisses you give her clit. as you pull away you lick your lips, checking in with her to make sure she was feeling okay, giving her one last kiss on the head before you lie down next to her.

“so… was your first time with me good?” smirking at her with a cheeky look in your eyes. you knew you made her feel good, great even. you just wanted to hear it from her

“did you not see the way my legs were shaking? yes y/n, it felt very good” smiling back at her as a response. you could cherish this moment forever.

[frenshushutoast]

vernon as your boyfriend pleeaasee 🥺🥺🥺

notes: you ask, i deliver. i hope you enjoy this!

vernon as your boyfriend

sometimes you just sit together with a shared earphone and listen to each other's music recommendations. just imagine: pinkies interlinked, sitting in a quiet café and knowing you're both experiencing the same song at the same time and reveling in it. you occasionally nudge each other to make little comments or just to get the other's attention.

loves listening to you talk– whether it be about your day or your interests. he always puts everything down just to listen to you attentively, nodding along, fully immersed in what you're saying.

calls you babe or baby normally. however. i think he'd call you love if he's particularly soft, and dude or bro if he's excited ("dude, did you see the new ___ album?!")

you both definitely nerd out about common interests together. talking all animated and excited with one another, laughs filling your shared apartment.

cuddling would be him holding you and tracing little shapes onto your back, caressing your hair and playing with it gently. he loves feeling your warmth and how you just seem to melt into him, completely comfortable in his embrace.

makes you a huge playlist that he regularly adds songs onto if they remind him of you/he thinks you would like.

a really good kisser. like, Really Good. he'd hold you close and bite your bottom lip gently and feel you all over and–

sometimes he'll randomly hold you and tell you in a low voice the sweetest things. like how you look so pretty, he really likes your smile, he really enjoys your company. he tells you things how they are and the further you are in the relationship, the less he feels the need to hide these things. he's just so sincere when it comes to you.

as your relationship progresses, you see how he gradually feels safe enough to be his full self around you. showing you unfinished songs, favourite movies and songs, how he reacts to certain situations. i feel like getting to know him would just be such a Good Experience.

always in your orbit whenever you're together. fiddling with your fingers, playing with a rip on your jeans, putting your hands in the pocket of his hoodie. he's just naturally drawn to you.

you're known as the chill couple. down to do basically anything, from energetic raves to just sitting and existing together.

he looks at you a lot, but not in a creepy staring way. just in a awestruck, stars in his eyes way. like he can't believe he has you.

sometimes you catch him staring at you, loving gaze trained on yours and you whine, "stop looking at me like that!" to which he only tilts his head, smile widening. "like what?"

you're both not big on pda except for leaning your heads on the other person's shoulder or subtle hand-holding (or squeezing the other person's hand in a stressful situation).

when you buy him clothes he makes sure he incorporates it into his outfit rotations, smiling shyly when you comment on his outfit.

if you're walking through a big crowd he'd hold you by the shoulders and guide you through, making sure you're safe and close.

from an outside perspective, anybody could tell how much you love each other. it's something in the way your love for each other seems to radiate, seeping into everything you do. it's the look on your faces when you tell a story about the other, it's the pride in your expression watching the other succeed, the secret language you both have– communicating through subtle taps on the other's knee and facial expressions.

slow, lazy mornings. he cuddles up into you and litters kisses on your face and neck, muttering a soft, good morning, did you sleep well?

remembers basically everything you tell him, and you're always surprised when he brings up something you said off-handedly months ago but he simply replies with, well, why wouldn't i remember? i like hearing things about you, baby.

[leggerefiore]

Fi, please, will you indulge us in the Velvet Room Attendants brainrot?

(I would assume that Emin would be included somewhat as well?)

mmm perhaps

for those unacquainted with velvet attendants, they dolls made by a doll made by a deity. they are also extremely powerful and blonde.

ALSO like a weird pokemon persona fusion au, personas are pokemon and I switched some characters around. (sorry igor)

also also, I doubt this needs to be said but since people get weird, obviously reader is an adult.

cw: implied poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), persona based au,

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▲Velvet Room Attendant Subway Bosses▽

● They came into reality as one being but were separated before they realised it. It was a bit painful, they would admit. Being whole felt right, yet they were forced into two different beings. Still, they were instantly aware of their duty and why they existed. Attendants of the Velvet Room, who served their Mistress, Cogita, and whomever their assignment.

○ Their uniforms, similar yet mildly different, mimicked the shape of the room. Depot Agents for a train. Ingo, the eldest of the twins, took attentively to standing at their Mistress's side, looking through the compendium as if he had not already memorised it. Emmet, the younger, stood giddily off to the side, wondering what would happen. Your sudden entrance during a dream was enthralling. Their human assignment sitting nervously on the train sets while their Mistress stared across from them. She explained everything with a concentrated ease and offered the contract. It was easily signed.

● Emmet would admit more curiosity for the world you came from than Ingo dared. Whenever you came in, if you spared time to speak with them, the younger twin would ask odd and specific questions about the outside world. Eventually, if Ingo managed to silent him, his fascination had still made apparent to you. When an offer came to the golden eyed men to join you out, Emmet boldly stepped out with you into a strange bustling area.

○ Ingo chose to remain behind, being the more duteous of the two. Emmet soon learnt he was in the city centre of Nimbasa and wandered around curiously. While he had been aware of the world outside, he had never experienced it this closely. You followed him around as he marched the shops. In the end, you ended up buying him cake before he wandered back into the Velvet Room. You would pretend there was not an obvious tension between the two attendants as they aided their Mistress. You took your desired persona as soon as you could and scrambled away.

● The next time you spoke with them, they both wished to leave the room together. You guided them out, but before you could even ask where they wanted to go, Ingo stood up tall. “Ah, I was wondering if we may visit this “Gear Station,” I worry that Emmet and I have grown quite fascinated with it from your passing remarks,” he admitted with a flush. You were not going to deny such a simple request and brought the two men to the location. Both seemed utterly entranced with the location. After a train ride back and forth, you found them eagerly chatting with an actual Depot Agent about their job. You shook your head and just assumed it fit their preferences.

○ Their return to the Velvet Room left odd feelings in Ingo's chest. It had been there for a while, but now it felt even stronger. The way you sighed, smiled and spoke to them as you walked them about the city. He could even recall the warmth of your hand through his gloves. Emmet gave him a smug look as they took to their posts. Cogita cocked an eyebrow at them, but did little to stop their endeavours. Ingo sighed as your visits to the room left him craving your attention and time more and more. He could not do much to satiate these needs, for he was not like his younger brother.

● “You do not talk to them enough, brother,” Emmet teased, “I know your feelings. You are verrrry fascinated, too.” Ingo turned away from the younger twin as they waited. Your quest was more important than his emotions. You would save or destroy this world, he simply wished to guide you down the right path. Emmet shook his head. “Well, we should go out again,” he smiled, “I want to see this 'amusement park'.” Ingo would accompany you both for his own emotional respite.

○ Slowly, over the year of time you spent together, Ingo felt everything growing more intense. Eventually, during one of these trips to the outside, he managed to take you momentarily aside from his brother. Nervously, he grasped your hand and cast his eyes to the concrete beneath your feet. “... These feelings I harbour must be sinful,” he spoke softly, “I am meant to guide you, yet you have managed to guide me somewhere I never expected.” You asked him to look at you, to which he found the confidence to. His glowing eye held so much emotion and feeling in it, you felt almost knocked back by it.

● Before a response could be given, you felt arms wrap around you from behind, a whine echo out. “Unfairrrr,” Emmet's voice was desperate, “My older brother cheated. Unfairrrrr.” Ingo's soft expression became its normal stiff one. He sighed and shook his head. Had Emmet not been the one to encourage him in the first place? “I like you, too,” he cooed, “Ingo is afraid to do anything that may get him in trouble with our Mistress, but I'm not.” You felt awestruck by each of their confessions. It was not expected at all, to say the least. (Well, from Ingo.)

○ “Ah, I don't think. I could pick between you both,” you offered instead, truly feeling that way, “I like you both too much… I can't choose.” Both stood stiffly before making eye contact with each other. They shared a quiet nod and shared a soft reassuring look. Grasping the other's hand, they disappeared into a bright, white light. The person who emerged looked the same as the twins. He flexed his fingers a few times before closing and opening his eyes. A soft breath left him.

● The twins, as it turned out, were both one entity and themselves. They were forced apart by something they could not recall, yet remained aware of the fact. Emin, his name, politely informed you don't need to choose, but shook his head and commented about the reality of his situation. You spent a long while with him and felt his similarities and differences to the twins. But… unlike either of them, he bravely took his gloves off.

○ When the time came for your journey to end, it sounds to say goodbye to them. You had grown much closer to them than you would like to admit. Just as you moved to bid farewell to them, Emmet suddenly clung to you in tears. His hat fell from his head as he sobbed. “I-I don't want to say goodbye,” he spoke with a whimper, “I know we'll always be connected, but I just want more time with you.” You softly hugged him and told you felt the same, but the end had to come. His kiss to your lips hand come unexpectedly.

○ He was then pulled away by tired-looking Ingo. The older twin took your hand into his and gave a sad, small smile. “I apologise for his behaviour,” his voice was deep and quiet, “We will simply miss you so much that we were overcome with emotion. I… I wish for you to know that we still love you.” You smiled at him and brought him into a hug, too. His warmth soaked into you as his odd scent stung your nose. Emmet picked his hat off the ground and placed it on his head. Pecking a kiss to your cheek, he pulled himself away from you.

● With one last in sync bow, they left into the Velvet Room door. It disappeared behind them. You sighed at the strange gap in your heart at their leaving. All the remained as a train charm that Emmet had picked up at a souvenir shop. Clutching it, you walked home.

~

Alt Ending:

You yawned and rubbed your eyes as you walked towards your apartment door. The frantic banging on it had not started long ago, but it was already on your nerve. You wondered if it were a friend, but when you peered out the peephole, a certain being stood outside your door nervously. Emmet continued his knocking. It was in vain, as you threw open the door in tears. Hugging him tightly, you sobbed into his shirt. He quickly returned the affection.

Stomping steps approached you both, and you raised your head from his shoulder to see Ingo standing there nervously. Messing with his tie, you grinned. “H-how are you both here?” you asked, tears beginning to burn your eyes.

“We left!” Emmet cooed excitedly.

“W-we… abandoned our positions in the Velvet Room,” Ingo nervously admitted, looking around, “We… missed you.”

You sighed and felt your face hurt from smiling.

“I… missed you, too,” you held open the door to your apartment and let them in.

[danime25]

Santa Baby

ao3 // normal masterlist // christmas masterlist

*Summary: The Nice Guys Agency was on the case again. This time to get a lead, Healy dresses up like Santa Claus. Hijinks ensue for him

*Rating: T for Teen

*Content/Tags: Crack, General Holland Mischief

*Status: Drabble/Complete

“You look fine. No one’s gonna know.” Holland said, waving his hands around

“I look like an idiot, March.” Healy gave his partner a look. ‘If this wasn’t for an investigation, I’d kill you’, that kind of look

“You just look like a normal mall Santa Claus.” Holland lit up a cigarette, leaning against the tiled wall, “Now let’s go before we lose track of our lead.”

“March I swear… fine. But isn’t going to look a little fucking weird if I’m dressed up like Santa and walking around the place, and you’re dressed like it’s just another fucking day in LA?”

“Yeah.” Holland shrugged a little bit, “But I didn’t bring anything else.”

“Fuck. You.”

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“Here. This way, Santa.”

“You’re on real fucking thin ice.” Healy muttered under his breath

“Now that’s no way to talk. What if a child heard you?”

“Then I would apologize. You? I care less about.”

“There you are! About time you got back from lunch.” One of Santa’s elves came and pushed Healy away from Holland

“Shit.” Holland said between gritted teeth. “Healy,” every call for his partner getting more frantic and desperate.

“I think you got me confused.” Healy tried to tell the worker

“Listen I’ve got 50 screaming brats wondering where the hell Santa went, now get your ass back over there.” The worker looked into Healy’s eyes without a shred of compassion

“Okay. Fine.” Healy sighed and followed the worker. The kids screamed at the sight of Healy pretending to be Santa. He sat in the big chair and waited for the first kid to get through the line. A little girl practically hopped into his lap and started listing off all the gifts she wanted.

“You promise I’ll get everything?”

“Uh…” Healy darted his eyes back and forth, “I promise to try?”

“Okay, thank you Santa!” She smiled and hugged him before the two posed for a picture. Then they paraded the next kid in, and the next one. Healy didn’t ever want to hear the words jack in a box or raggedy ann again in his life. The next person walked in and Healy nearly lost it in that instant.

“March what the fu…”

“Fudge! We love fudge here at the North Pole!” One of the workers tried to cover up Healy’s swear

“What do you want,” Every word of Healy’s was punctuated by the air sucked in between his teeth

“Well,” Holland starts to say before sitting on Healy’s lap. They both realize as he makes contact that Holland has a bulge in his pants

“What the fu…dge. I swear to… Mrs. Claus.”

“All I want for Christmas… is to spend the day with my partner and daughter.”

“That sounds really nice for your partner and your daughter.” Healy replied

“Thanks Santa.” He hugged the other man as the camera flashed. They guided Holland out and towards the table where he could buy prints of the photos. Healy’s eyes followed after Holland for a while until they sat the next kid down on his lap. A boy, who clearly didn’t want to meet Santa. Healy tried to laugh, but that only seemed to bother the kid more. So much so that Healy felt a warmth spread across his leg and he lifted the kid up. The mom took her son into her arms and scolded him quietly, before turning to apologize to Healy.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Matthew, apologize to Santa.”

“Sorry.” The kid mumbled

“It’s fine.” Healy sighed and got up, “I need to clean up.”

“Okay. Five minutes.” The cameraman tells Healy. Healy gets up and walks away from the set. He gets around the corner where Holland laid in wait.

“Jesus. Fucking scaring me March.”

“Thought you’d want your clothes back.” Holland lifted a stack up into the air, which Healy yanked from his grip quickly. He went to the bathroom and shoved the Santa costume into the trash on his way out. Holland dangled something in Healy’s face and Healy squinted to look at it

“March. What the fuck is this?”

“Our picture. Something for Holly.”

“I swear to god March, you better sleep with one eye open from now on.”

“It’s not that bad, you’re even smiling!” Holland smiled, definitely not helping his case

“Give that to me.” Healy tried to wrestle the stupid picture out of Holland’s grasp

[falconsuede]

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[thewoodprojectaus]

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Part of the charm of recycled timber dining tables is their weathered, lived-in look. However, if you want to address minor scratches or dents, sand the affected area lightly and apply a matching wood stain. For significant damage, professional restoration may be necessary to preserve the table’s integrity and beauty.

Conclusion

Buying a recycled timber dining table online can be a rewarding experience, combining the joy of owning a unique piece of furniture with the satisfaction of making an eco-friendly choice. Remember to measure your space, consider your style preferences, and choose a reputable seller.

With proper care, your recycled timber dining table will become a cherished centrepiece in your home for years to come. Happy shopping! Source: https://thewoodprojectaus.blogspot.com/2024/05/ultimate-guide-to-buying-recycled.html

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Northern Cyprus Apartments For Rent

Are you dreaming of waking up to the gentle lull of the Mediterranean waves and basking in the warmth of the sun-drenched coastline? Renting an apartment in Northern Cyprus can turn this dream into a reality. With its captivating blend of natural beauty, rich history, and vibrant culture, Northern Cyprus offers an idyllic setting for those seeking a temporary retreat or a long-term residency. In this guide, we'll walk you through everything you need to know about renting an apartment in Northern Cyprus, from finding the perfect property to settling into your new Mediterranean lifestyle.

Exploring Apartment Options:

Northern Cyprus boasts a diverse range of apartments for rent, catering to various preferences, budgets, and lifestyle needs. Whether you're looking for a modern studio overlooking the bustling streets of Kyrenia (Girne) or a spacious penthouse with panoramic views of the Mediterranean in Famagusta (Gazimağusa), there's something for everyone by buy property in Northern Cyprus. Take the time to explore different neighborhoods, amenities, and rental options to find the apartment that best suits your preferences.

Understanding Rental Agreements:

Before signing on the dotted line, it's essential to understand the terms and conditions of your rental agreement. Rental contracts in Northern Cyprus typically cover lease duration, monthly rent, deposit requirements, and maintenance responsibilities. Review the contract carefully, clarifying any questions or concerns with the landlord or property management company before proceeding. Additionally, familiarize yourself with local tenancy laws and regulations to protect your tenant rights.

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Budgeting for Expenses:

Renting an apartment in Northern Cyprus involves more than just paying monthly rent. Budgeting for additional expenses such as utilities (water, electricity, internet), maintenance fees (if applicable), and any required insurance coverage is essential. While rental prices in Northern Cyprus are generally affordable compared to other Mediterranean destinations, it's crucial to factor in these expenses when determining your overall budget.

Navigating the Rental Process:

Finding the perfect rental properties in Northern Cyprus requires patience, persistence, and a proactive approach. Start your search by browsing online listings, contacting local real estate agents, or exploring rental opportunities through word-of-mouth referrals. Arrange property viewings to get a firsthand look at potential apartments, evaluating factors such as location, condition, and amenities. Once you've found the ideal apartment, work closely with the landlord or property management company to finalize the rental agreement and ensure a smooth transition process.

Embracing the Mediterranean Lifestyle:

Renting an apartment in Northern Cyprus isn't just about securing a place to live – it's about embracing a lifestyle infused with warmth, hospitality, and timeless charm. Enjoy local culture, savoring delicious Cypriot cuisine, exploring historical sites, and participating in community events and festivals. Take advantage of the region's breathtaking natural beauty, from sun-kissed beaches to rugged mountain trails, and create lasting memories against the backdrop of the Mediterranean.

Conclusion:Northern Cyprus apartments for rent offers the opportunity to experience Mediterranean living at its finest. With a wide selection of apartments, transparent rental processes, and a welcoming local community, Northern Cyprus is an attractive option for temporary residents and long-term expatriates. Whether you're seeking a seaside sanctuary, a vibrant urban retreat, or a tranquil mountain hideaway, renting an apartment in Northern Cyprus opens the door to a world of possibilities and the promise of an unforgettable Mediterranean adventure.

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Finding the Best Vape City Near Me: A Lighthearted Guide

Ever found yourself on a cloudy afternoon, longing for the perfect vape shop where the e-liquids flow like rivers and the devices sparkle like treasure? If you've ever typed "vape city near me" into your search bar, you're not alone. Join me on this whimsical journey as we explore how to find the best vape city near you, and uncover the hidden gems in the world of vaping. The Art of Googling Vape City Near Me Let's start with the basics: Googling "vape city near me." You'd think it's simple, right? But oh, the adventures that await behind those three little words. First, you need to dodge the online mirages—those flashy ads promising everything but delivering nothing. Then, there's the labyrinth of reviews. One person's "vape heaven" is another's "flavorless pit of despair." Picture this: You enter a shop that has a five-star review for their mind-blowing selection. You step inside and are greeted by an enthusiastic staff who seem to have been vaporized and reincarnated as vape enthusiasts. The shelves are lined with colorful bottles of e-liquids, each more exotic than the last. You ask for a recommendation, and they hand you something with a name so complex it sounds like a spell from Harry Potter. It's moments like these that make the quest worthwhile. Navigating the Vape Shop Jungle Now that you've got your shortlist from Google, it's time to visit the contenders. Each vape shop is its own little ecosystem. Some are as sleek and modern as a spaceship, others have the charm of a cozy, old-school tobacconist. The trick is to find your vibe. Are you a sleek spaceship or a cozy tobacconist? Entering a vape shop can feel like stepping into another dimension. There's the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the sweet aroma of fruity e-liquids. Shelves are stacked high with shiny gadgets and colorful bottles. The staff might look like they're auditioning for a steampunk cosplay, but don't be fooled—they know their stuff. One minute you're nodding along as they explain the benefits of a sub-ohm tank, the next you're contemplating why anyone would need a USB-powered vaporizer shaped like a dragon. The Flavor Odyssey Ah, the flavors. This is where the real fun begins. Walking into a vape shop is like walking into Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, but for adults. You're not just buying e-liquid; you're embarking on a flavor odyssey. From classic tobacco to wild concoctions like blueberry pancake or unicorn milk (yes, that's a thing), the choices are endless. Each bottle tells a story. Perhaps it's a tale of a summer day encapsulated in a strawberry lemonade blend, or the comforting warmth of a cinnamon roll on a chilly morning. Trying to pick just one can feel like being a kid in a candy store—exciting but overwhelming. And just when you think you've made your decision, the shopkeeper offers you a taste of something new, and you're back to square one, blissfully overwhelmed by the possibilities. Building Your Vape Arsenal Once you've settled on your flavors, it's time to build your vape arsenal. This is where the gearheads can really geek out. Do you go for the sleek, discreet pod system, or the massive, cloud-chasing mod? Each device has its own personality, and finding the right one is like finding a partner in crime. Imagine the scene: You, holding a futuristic mod in one hand, contemplating the different coil options like a general planning a battle strategy. There's the feeling of triumph when you finally get your setup just right, and the vapor flows smoothly, delivering that perfect hit every time. It's not just about the nicotine; it's about the experience, the ritual, the satisfaction of knowing you've mastered your craft. Conclusion Embarking on the quest to find the ultimate "vape city near me" is an adventure full of delightful surprises and whimsical encounters. It begins with the art of Googling, where the challenge lies in sifting through flashy ads and labyrinthine reviews to uncover true gems. Each vape shop visited is its own unique ecosystem, from sleek, modern spaceships to cozy, old-school tobacconists, offering a myriad of experiences. The flavor odyssey within these shops is akin to stepping into an adult's version of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, with endless exotic e-liquid choices that tantalize the senses. Building your vape arsenal becomes a geeky joy, as you select from a range of devices that each offer their own vaping personalities. The entire journey, from the first search to savoring that perfect hit, is a humorous and enriching experience. So, next time you're on the lookout for a new vape adventure, let this guide be your treasure map to the best vape city near you. Happy vaping! FAQs 1. How do I start searching for a good vape shop near me? Begin your quest by typing "vape city near me" into your search engine of choice. Look for shops with high ratings and positive reviews, but also be cautious of overly flashy ads. Checking out multiple review platforms and forums can provide a well-rounded view. Once you have a shortlist, visit their websites to get a feel for their product range and customer service quality. 2. What should I look for when visiting a vape shop for the first time? When you step into a vape shop, observe the atmosphere and cleanliness. A well-organized and clean shop usually indicates professionalism. Engage with the staff to gauge their knowledge and enthusiasm about vaping products. A good vape shop should have a wide variety of e-liquids and devices, and the staff should be able to provide recommendations based on your preferences and experience level. 3. How can I decide which vape flavors to try? Choosing vape flavors can be overwhelming due to the sheer variety available. Start by identifying your flavor preferences—do you enjoy fruity, dessert, menthol, or classic tobacco flavors? Most shops allow you to sample e-liquids before buying. Don’t hesitate to ask the staff for popular recommendations or new arrivals. Trying small bottles first is a good strategy to find your favorites without committing to large quantities. 4. What type of vaping device should I get as a beginner? For beginners, a simple and user-friendly device like a pod system or a starter kit is ideal. These devices are easy to use, maintain, and provide a satisfactory vaping experience without the complexity of advanced mods. Look for devices with good battery life, consistent performance, and positive user reviews. As you become more experienced, you can explore more advanced setups. 5. How can I ensure I'm getting high-quality vaping products? To ensure high-quality vaping products, shop at reputable vape stores that carry well-known brands. Check for certifications or approvals from vaping industry standards organizations. Reading product reviews and doing a bit of research on the brands you’re interested in can also help. Avoid extremely cheap products as they might compromise on quality and safety. Reliable vape shops will often carry products with detailed ingredient lists and safety information. Read the full article

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Berlin Fling

I think it was my sweaty body dancing carelessly, shirtless, in the middle of the crowd with no idea where my friend was. I think that was it. The hot rush, the thought of believing you’re younger now than yesterday, so much dancing. I think all that was what made me feel so free.

I was so in love with my friend, I loved him, I loved him for everything he was right there. For the guide he was when he walked me through those infinite labyrinths at 3am in the middle of the city to end up in a bench talking. And I loved him for letting me sleep in his floor. And I loved him for bringing me to that club and having all sorts of conversations with strangers. And if you know me, you shall know how much I love those last ones, specially when I’m feeling Ian.

At one point we kind of separated, though; I just remember walking around the club’s backyard looking for a man, until a see this one tall, skinny, bearded guy with arab looking light skin. “You’re so handsome!” I told the guy. He laughed. We made some quick exchange of words, I could tell he was the type to quickly obsess (lucky me). It probably took 3 minutes until he asked me if we could kiss. We kissed. And we spent the rest of the night together. His name was Cedric. He makes music and sold some of it to National Geographic. Made me question my options back in town, to be honest.

He didn’t know how to dance, and not because he danced bad, but because at one point he told me he didn’t know how to, and he asked me to teach him but I told him I couldn’t teach him. “I don’t know how to be free!” he shouted to me with a smile. I think about that a lot. About how much of dancing is about being free. One is supposed to dance to feel free. I feel a lot for him… I wanted to help him but I couldn’t. Freedom is one’s personal journey and Dance is a reward I cannot bestow.

We didn’t stop when the party stopped. We moved on with my friend, Cedric, a cool girl and some cool boys to the market to buy beer and end up at the entrance of a train station with a speaker playing techno and the rain falling in front of us. We danced drinking sketchy alcohol, hugging friends and complimenting everyone and everything. Appreciating the feeling because I know I might never feel it again… not in that setting at least. It was too special to take it for granted.

The girl asked my name but Cedric replied for me

“Paaaablo… how can you forget?!”

He said it in such a swoony, sweet way… ever since that moment I’ve liked my name: Paaablo…

Maybe that’s what I needed, someone to love it, say it, in such a dreamy way, that I could let the warmth enter my relationship with my name so I could love it too…

A lot of things happened but as that one quote from Persona Normal (by Benito Taibo) says: The dreams are the dreamer’s.

[marvel-trash-bin]

Taking Risks.

(Not my Gif.)

Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*

Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 4.2K

Tags: @greeneyedblondie44

A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!

Here’s the thing.

You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.

And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.

Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.

It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.

Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”

You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”

“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”

You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.

“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”

The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.

“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”

You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”

He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.

“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”

The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.

His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.

~

The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.

He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.

He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.

“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.

You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”

And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.

So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.

By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.

In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.

“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.

You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”

He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.

“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”

The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.

~

By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.

He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.

“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”

You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.

“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”

He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.

“For teasing you.”

“And?”

You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.

“For embarrassing you.”

There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.

“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.

Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.

“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”

You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”

Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.

“Proceed.”

Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.

“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.

Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.

“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.

A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.

Powerful.

Strict.

However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.

He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.

After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.

“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”

You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.

It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”

You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.

He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.

“Turn around.”

As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.

“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”

Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.

“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.

“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.

He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.

One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”

You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.

“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.

Then a bite.

“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”

And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.

“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.

“I’d let you do anything to me.”

He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.

“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.

The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.

“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.

It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.

You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.

“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”

You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.

His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.

“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”

And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.

As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.

Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.

He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.

His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.

“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”

This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

[mindofharry]

In which bucky learns how to be a boyfriend.

a whole lot of fluff, clueless bucky and some cuddling, bucky is a sucker for cuddling! this is the last part of the losing you series 🥺 i’ve loved writing this - thank you for the continuous amount of love and support on it.

just a short little piece to finish it off!

losing you masterlist! happy reading!

Waking up early is something bucky does everyday. He doesn’t set an alarm or leave the curtains open before he goes to bed, he just wakes up at 6 in the morning naturally. You absolutely loathe it. Not only does the warmth and your beefy boyfriend leave the bed, bucky barnes does not know how to be quiet. You have to give it to him, he’s been working on a lot of things. His emotions, communication etc. But understanding that you don’t want to wake up at 6am isn’t one of the things he just can’t get over. Every night before bed for the last two weeks he’s asked you to wake up early with him for a coffee and a run, every night you say no. You need your beauty sleep, and you’re working from home at the moment so you’re taking every chance of lie in you can.

“Baby, please” Bucky pleaded, kissing behind your ear as you lay in bed. You were reading a report you wrote up today, and bucky just got back from a mission. You would’ve thought he’d be exhausted after fighting all of those bad guys, but if anything - bucky has more energy. You were kind of hoping he would drop the 6 am thing and just sleep in with you. But no, he’s just as adamant as two weeks ago. Maybe if you weren’t absolutely exhausted from the last couple of months at work you would do this coffee and run with him, you love spending time with bucky.

After the fight, bucky has been better. He hasn’t changed, he’s still the same stubborn and blunt man you met a year ago. But he’s learning every day, going to his therapy sessions, hanging out with friends. Bucky is doing a lot better. He tells you when you’ve hurt his feelings and encourages you to do the same, you communicate and talk through your problems no matter how loud it gets.

Bucky is dropping you to the bar, massaging you whenever you want, getting you cakes and buying you dinner.

And even the simple things where he kisses your temple, or tucks you into his side. Bucky barnes is everything you could ever want and more.

“Why do you want to go out at 6 am?” You giggled turning over to face him, bucky was now on his side his head leaning on his hand, so he was looking down at you. You wanted to know why he was adamant on getting you out at an ungodly hour.

“Just want to spend time with my girl, is that too much to ask for?” He said and you smiled softly, pecking his lips. Your hand goes to his shoulder as you shake your head.

“No it’s not” You said and then nodded to yourself. “Ok, we’ll go for a coffee and a run tomorrow morning” You said, giving in to his pleads. Buckys eyes widened and he immediately buried his head into your neck, his arm going across you waist. You laughed loudly as he kissed down your neck.

“Need to get some sleep then, you’re not going to like me at 6 am”

Bucky tutted at you placing the report that was resting on your stomach on your bedside table. “I like you all the time, no matter how early it is” He said and you smiled placing your lips on his.

“Even when i’m grumpy?” You asked in between kisses.

“Even when you’re grumpy”

With that, you both got out of the bed to do your night time routine. You had been staying over at buckys place for the last couple of days and before that bucky was staying at yours. You like to be around each other, you’re not dependent on each other but you do like to be together. Bucky is so comforted by your energy, always ready to listen, help and offer the best advice you possibly can.

You get out your tooth brush as place it under the tap, and then put the toothpaste on it. Bucky is beside you doing the same to his, you hit your hip of his sending him a little smile to comfort him. You know how he gets before bed. Before this, sex with you was distracting him from all the nightmares and ugly things of the night. Now that you’re together and not doing anything to distract himself from his own harming thoughts, he gets nervous.

Nervous that he might hurt you or injure himself. You know he would never intentionally hurt you, no matter how mean bucky can get he’d never lay a hand on. You’re very sure of that.

You spit the toothpaste out, running your tooth brush under the water.

“You doing ok?” You asked and bucky nodded, cleaning his own tooth brush. You raised an eyebrow leaning against the sink. “I’m just, a little anxious. Nothing new, baby” He said putting his tooth brush away. You pouted and brought him into a hug.

“How about some face masks?” You asked with a grin, before bucky could even blink you had two face masks in your hand and was pulling him over the toilet. You practically pushed you boyfriend onto the toilet seat, he wasn’t wearing a shirt (requested by you) so it made it easier to do the face mask.

You put yours on quickly, and then rushed back to a bored looking bucky.

“You’ll love it” You reassured opening up the packet. Bucky sighed “The things i do for you” He mumbled closing his eyes and placing his hands on either side of you waist.

You place the face mask on your boyfriends face, carefully spreading it over his cheeks and forehead. He had perfect skin, you would be forever jealous of it.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

He nodded leaning into your hand a little bit, you could see he was a little sleepy. “Can we watch an episode of new girl before bed?” You asked and of course bucky nodded. He secretly really liked the show, but he would never tell you that. You already knew, that’s why you asked.

“We’ll wash these off after this episode and then head to bed. Sound good, buck?” You asked and bucky nodded placing a hand on your shoulder guiding you back into the bedroom and grabbing the remote off your dresser. He was really quiet, which was something you’d have to get used to. It was just before bed when he got super quiet and you had to do all the talking. You didn’t mind one bit, bucky is a very good listener. He could listen to you talk for hours on end.

During the episode, bucky lay his head in your lap. You massaged his scalp, sometimes bucky reminds you of a little golden retriever.

“This part is funny” You said and bucky nodded agreeing rubbing at his eyes. You could tell he was tired.

“Why don’t we go wash these off and finish the episode after we get back from our run?”

Bucky sighed and stretched standing up, and then holding out his hands to help you up. You walked in front of him, bucky slapped your ass. He just couldn’t help it, your ass looks amazing in those shorts. You giggled and hit his shoulder.

You washed both of your faces and squished buckys cheeks together, he had a nice glow about him recently.

Bucky would definitely say it’s because of you.

You would say it’s because bucky is actually taking his mental health seriously.

“I love you” Bucky said and you stopped drying his face. You’ve said it before, but bucky had never really understood it until now. You doing all of this for him made him feel so happy, so warm and loved inside. The fact that you would stop watching your favourite show for him, give up your time and good face masks for him and constantly reassure and care for him.

Bucky barnes loves you so fucking much and he just can’t comprehend it, but he’s working on it.

“I love that you’re willing to wake up early for me, and to sit up and cuddle me when you’re obviously tired. I love that you’re always around, ready with advice, i love that you give the best hugs and know the right thing to say all the time” He said you blushed placing a hand on his cheek.

“I love you, Y/N. And i hate that i treated you so badly. I love you, and i’ll never love anyone the way i love you” He said and you bit your lip to try and stop the tears.

“I love you more, james”

And with that you both settled down and went to bed, you turned the tv off and looked over at bucky. “Shirt off or on?” You teased and bucky smirked.

“Is that even a question? Definitely off”

[angryschnauzer]

He’s A Keeper

Summary: Working as an artist hired by Durrell Zoo, you spend your days sketching the day to day life of the animals and the keepers. One keeper in particular catches your eye.

Pairing: AU Zookeeper Henry Cavill x Female Reader (no race or size mentioned)

Fandom: Henry Cavill

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Friends to Lovers, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Safe Sex/Use of Condoms, Realistic Sex/Relationship discussion, Vaginal Sex.

Typo’s are allowed to run wild and free, only the finest organic free range fuck ups for me.

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He’s A Keeper

Working the pencils over the sketchpad you quietly captured the beauty of the animals the zookeepers had nursed back to full health, the Ruffed Lemur currently hanging off the keepers arm as he spoke through the headset to the group of excited school children watching through the glass. 

You’d been hired by the zoo to capture day to day life at the zoo throughout the summer season, drawing the animals and the humans, however there was one particular human you had found yourself drawn to numerous times, and that was the rather tasty zookeeper by the name of Henry. He also had one of the sexiest voices you’d ever had the pleasure to listen to, so as he explained about the Lemur’s your mind wandered, as did your gaze;

“... originally from Madagascar, and have been part of Durrell zoo since 1982 where they have been essential to the breeding program…”

Your mind fell even further into the gutter at the word ‘breeding’, your eyes raking down Henry’s body, taking in how the branded t-shirt clung to his chest before tapering down to a narrow waist where it was neatly tucked into cargo pants that did little to hide how thick his thighs were and a pert arse you could bounce a satsuma off of. Biting the end of the pencil you had all but given up drawing, only realising that the talk was over when the group of school children were being herded onto the next exhibit by their tour guide and teachers.

When the kids had disappeared you finally got back to drawing, watching as Henry finished up feeding the Lemur’s before he met your gaze and smiled at you. Tapping your pencil on the glass he frowned and shook his head, before smiling and pointing to the sign in the corner of the window that said ‘do not tap the glass’, getting closer you tried to mouth your words to him, but was surprised when his eyes went wide in almost shock, before looking down and realising you had pressed your chest to the glass, your low cut cami top helping to accentuate your cleavage. When you looked up again he was gone and you let out a sigh of disappointment, before he appeared through a door to the side of the viewing area;

“Hi” he had a smile that could charm the panties off a nun; “Did you want me?”

“God yes…” Oh fuck, did you say that out loud?; “Sorry, i mean, you’ve dropped the foam bit off your headset...”

He glanced into the enclosure just at the moment one of the larger Lemur’s picked up the small round piece of foam and staring straight at Henry, proceeded to rip it into tiny pieces.

“Furry little fucker…” he cursed under his breath before turning back to you, but before he could say anything a group of other keepers came walking in and soon you were hanging onto the periphery of their conversation where they were discussing going for drinks after work. Moving to pack your stuff up as you presumed they weren’t including you, but a call of your nickname drew your attention;

“Hey Da Vinci, you up for a few beers after work?”

You hesitated to answer, glancing at Henry who had a smile across his face and a hopeful look in his eye;

“We’re all going…”

“Ok, yeah sure, that’d be great” you agreed. 

-

An hour later you were sitting on the wall outside the main entrance waiting for the rest of the keepers to finish their shifts, smiling as you saw them coming out of the doors, and the ensuing 10 minutes that followed as people sorted out who was driving and how many people could fit into just a couple of small cars. As spaces were allocated Henry laughed and shook his head;

“I am NOT riding five up in a Renault Clio, i’m too tall, i’ll have to fold myself in half! Where are we going anyway, i can take my bike and just walk home after”

Waiting as everyone discussed location and finished off seat allocation, they’d finally decided when Henry turned to you;

“Hey, i think the last seats are in the stoner wagon…”

“Oh…” you didn’t have anything against anyone smoking pot, but didn’t fancy being in a car you could barely see out of the windows of.

“But you can ride with me on my bike?”

Looking to where Henry was pointing, you saw a fairly large trails bike, the kind that could go 50mph over rough land and through forests;

“I… I don’t have a helmet…”

“Wait here, let me run into the locker room and grab the spare i keep here”

Everyone else pulled away as Henry ran into the zoo, and you glanced at the bike. You’d never been on a motorbike before, so this would be a first. Stowing everything loose in your backpack, you hooked it over both shoulders just as Henry reemerged from the building, swinging his keys from one finger as he came to stand in front of you;

“Hey, thanks for waiting”

“No worries! So, where are we going again?”

“The pub in Rozel does good food and pulls a great pint” he nodded to his left and you saw a row of motorbikes; “You ever ridden?”

Shaking your head you laughed; “No, never”

He carefully helped you put the helmet on, his nimble fingers helping to secure the strap beneath your chin before putting his own on and climbing onto the bike, pushing it off the kick stand and nodding for you to climb on. You tried to sit back, but he wrapped his arm behind his back and pulled you flush to his body;

“Gotta hold on tight, otherwise you’ll throw the balance off. Lean when i lean and just squeeze a bit harder if you’re scared, the ride won’t take long” he shouted over the thrum of the noisy engine idling.

The ride down to the small village of Rozel had been exhilarating, from the vibration of the motorbike between your legs to the way you were able to wrap your arms around Henry’s waist and cling to him as he hurtled around the country roads at what seemed like warp speed, when in fact it was little more than 30mph. By the time you arrived in the small fishing cove your heart was racing and you actually let out a reluctant moan at the thought of removing your arms from around Henry’s waist.

“C’mon” he grinned as he helped you off the bike; “I’ll buy you a vodka and coke to calm your nerves”

“It wasn’t nerves” you muttered to yourself, smirking as you know he heard you.

-

The group had managed to find a cluster of small tables chairs and benches in the corner of the pub beer garden, and as the sun had set behind the hills to the rear of the pub, the cold Atlantic sea had glowed in pale blues and pinks. You were squashed into a bench with Henry on one side and another enormous hulk of a keeper on the other, and as the temperature had dropped you’d found yourself thankful that Henry had casually rested his arm behind you so you could leech some of his warmth, but it didn’t stop a violent shiver involuntarily running up your spine.

“Cold?” Henry asked quietly, before gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close; “Any better?”

You nodded and let out a very quiet whine as you smiled at him, completely surrounded by his scent and warmth. It made your stomach do a flip and you clenched your thighs together, something that didn’t get past Henry as your leg twitched against his thigh. Before either of you could say anything an enormous bowl of cheesy fries was set down between you, your stomach growling at the aroma’s that wafted around you as it turned out someone had ordered sharing bowls for the whole table.

With the meal mostly devoured as you’d sat side by side on a small wooden bench in the pub garden, laughing as you fed each other and strings of cheese hung from your fingers. As the giggles of a joke faded away you glanced at Henry’s almost finished pint;

“Hey, you aren’t planning on riding that bike home are you?”

“Nah, i’d never drive after a pint, let alone three… my place is just behind The Navigator restaurant…” he paused; “Oh god, where are you staying, do i need to call you a taxi?”

“No no, i’m renting a studio up the hill, on the hairpin bend”

“Oh…” 

It wasn’t a bad ‘oh’ and there was definitely something loaded in the subtext, so when people had started to leave and arrange ride’s back to St Helier and St Johns it felt natural for Henry to stand with his arm around your shoulders as you both waved everyone off.

“Can i walk you home?” he asked, his voice low and full of promise, and you nodded as he slid his hand into yours, leading you along the low coast road that skirted the harbour.

-

You hadn’t gotten far before the evening turned even better, a brief suggestion of a walk along the beach as the tide was out soon had your feet in soft sand as you were pressed to the weathered stone of the sea wall, Henry’s lips on your neck as your fingers dug into his back, his teeth nipping and biting at whatever exposed flesh he could find. You hadn’t even realised he was going lower until he was on his knees in front of you, those sea blue irises staring up at you as he pressed kisses to your legs where your shorts ended. His fingers softly rested on the button and he finally spoke, his voice low and thick with lust;

“May i?”

Nodding fervently you bit your lip as you watched him slowly unbutton you, pulling the garment down your legs until you were able to step out. Never breaking eye contact he lifted your leg and gently rested it on his shoulder, pressing open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh until his face was pressed against your panties and his wide tongue worked against the soaked cotton and lace. His finger crooked beneath them and tugged the scrap of fabric to the side, seeking out your clit before tracing down to your cunt and tenderly teasing the entrance.

“Henry… please…” you whined, desperate for more

“Don’t you worry, i’m gonna make you see stars…”

Pushing his head forwards his lips caught your clit as he slowly slid two fingers into your soaked channel. You let out a long groan at the feel of his lips and fingers finding the right spot immediately, his other hand cupping the back of your thigh before he ran it around your hip and caught your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he quickly drove you closer and closer to the edge with that added touch of intimacy. Suddenly he hummed against your clit and the world exploded, making you cum so hard you truly did see stars as a white heat bloomed in your belly and you rode Henry’s fingers until you were spent.

As you rested against the wall behind you he carefully withdrew his fingers, licking them clean as he tugged your shorts up your legs. You couldn’t help but to notice the obscene bulge in the front of his cargo pants, your hand rubbing over the smooth curve of it;

“You keep doing that and i’ll cum in my boxers… “ he panted out, his lips inches from yours; “What’s your room like?”

“Its a little summer cabin studio right at the end of the garden, away from the other holiday rentals and the main house… what about you…”

“Shared flat with two other guys from the zoo. They’re probably drinking in the lounge right now… so, your place?”

-

Unlocking the door you stepped inside and turned on a small lamp, standing aside so Henry could come into your small summer living space.

“Mmm nice” he nodded and looked around; “Wanna give me the tour?”

You snorted out a laugh at the formality, and held your arm out;

“Well this is the kitchen area, right next door we have the smallest shower room in Jersey, and here’s the bed” you didn’t need to take a single step for the ‘tour’, the room seeming even smaller as Henry took a single stride and wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you flush with his chest. Never breaking eye contact he gently trailed a single finger over your cheek, his thumb brushing your plump bottom lip;

“Are you going to be good for me?”

Your legs almost buckled at the deep baritone of his voice, igniting something within you that you hadn’t even known existed, eagerly nodding;

“Yes Sir”

Lowering his lips to yours he kissed you, his tongue pushing past your lips as he took control, walking the pair of you back until your legs hit the bed and you fell back onto the soft unmade covers. Covering your body with his, he quickly stripped you of your clothing, his mouth trailing behind his hands so every inch of you was gifted with a kiss. 

Standing between your legs he pulled his t-shirt over his head and you couldn’t help but to moan at the sight of his body; toned and just the right amount of hair on his chest and a treasure trail on his abdomen that surely led to untold riches. Quickly sitting up your hands joined his on his button to his cargo pants;

“May i?”

Henry released his hands and nodded, watching as you carefully plucked the button before lowering the zipper painfully slowly, his boxers tented obscenely and you couldn’t help but to cup him in your palm, the searing heat of his engorged cock a welcome feel in your hands, the wide mushroom head clearly visible through the stretched fabric. Unceremoniously tugging the rest of his clothing down, you felt yourself getting wetter as his beautiful cock was finally revealed; big, thick and uncut, you had to taste him and quickly ducked your head forwards, swallowing his head between your lips as his hands flew to your hair to steady himself.

Now it was your turn to drive him crazy with your mouth, taking him as deep as you could even though it was barely half of his length, you wrapped both hands around what was left, the thick root of his shaft filling both palms. A few more pumps and he pulled his hips back with a gasp, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his bulbous tip;

“If you keep doing that i’m gonna cum far too soon…” he said, his voice shaking; “Lay back and let me treat you right…”

Scooting up the bed you settled against the pillows as you watched Henry shed himself of the rest of his clothing, his boots and socks hooked off, cargo pants and underwear all left in a messy pile at the side of the bed, before he crawled up the mattress like a Panther stalking its prey.

Capturing your lips for another searing kiss, you felt his hot shaft against your belly, burning against your skin and you so desperately wanted to feel him inside you. Pulling away just slightly you were already breathless;

“Just a second…” reaching for the small drawer at side of the bed you pulled out an unopened box of condoms, Henry sitting back on his knees as you ripped the box’s cellophane open with your teeth and pulled out a small foil packet, tearing it open before smoothing the latex over Henry’s shaft. Looking up to his face he wore a rather sheepish smile;

“Sorry, shoulda’ thought of that”

“S’ok, a girl’s gotta keep sharp these days…”

“Right…” he met your gaze; “But you know, if you had gotten pregnant, i would have stood by you”

“Umm thanks? But its for STD’s. I’m on the pill”

“Oh… good thinking…”

A tense pause hung over the pair of you, before you reached up and rested your hand on his chest;

“Shall we continue?”

At your words the tension in the room suddenly dissipated, Henry kissing you as he slid a hand between your bodies so he could position himself at your entrance, groaning as he pushed in slowly breaching your body. Your tight channel hugged him tight, unfamiliar with such a size splitting your walls so he paused, pressing light kisses to your face as your body grew accustomed with his size and the heavy weight of his dick in your pillowy soft embrace. Finally you moaned out his name;

“Henry… please…”

“What do you need?”

“Move… please move. Fuck me, please”

Pushing up on his forearms he started to fluidly move his hips, slow and steady, each thrust was gentle but firm, your body yielding to him as he started to increase the pace, the sound of hot bodies meeting filling the small wooden cabin as the gentle sounds of the sea not far away filled the rest of the night. Soft moans spilled from your lips at the feel of his body playing yours like a delicate instrument, waiting for the chorus and the inevitable crescendo. But he was going to play the entire symphony first, knowing how to get you to sing the high notes as the thrum of your bodies were in tune with each other completely.

With the stretch of his girth and the way the curve of it meant he was able to find your g-spot with every thrust you were fast approaching your orgasm, your body trembling as your lips found a life of their own;

“Henry… please, so good… keep doing that… oh god, i’m gonna cum…”

“That’s it, my good girl, cum on my cock, let me feel you squeezing me so tight… feel so amazing right now… that’s it, you can do it…”

With a cry you came, your legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled him deep whilst your body shook with a fierce orgasm, triggering his own as he pumped a heavy load into the condom.

Finally spent, Henry settled on top of you, his weight a heavy comfort as your sweaty bodies lay skin to skin, the gentle roughness of his chest hair against your naked breasts a tender reminder of his virility. When he started to soften he finally shifted, holding the condom at the base as he pulled out and staggered the few steps to your small bathroom;

“I’ll be back in a second, gotta sort this out…”

The door closed and you shifted on the bed, pulling the duvet back and sliding between the sheets, listening as you heard the tell tale sound of a man urinating and the high pitched, double barrelled squeak of a fart. The flush of the toilet and water running soon after meant you knew the second he would reappear, a flannel in his hand and he stopped dead, his cheeks suddenly bright crimson;

“You heard that didn’t you?”

“It's a small wooden cabin… yes i did”

“Sorry” he approached the bed and with a warm flannel he carefully cleaned between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your lips as he did. When finished he sat on the side of the bed; “Can i stay the night, or did you want me to go?”

“Have you got work tomorrow?”

“Nope. You?”

“Nope. Please, stay”

He quickly threw the flannel into the sink in the bathroom, before with a giggle climbed under the duvet and pulled you into his arms;

“So, how many more condom’s you got?”

-

The morning light broke softly through the trees that surrounded your cabin, your body sore but sated, knowing every bruise and ache came from soft lips, sharp teeth, or skilled fingers, apart from that one ache deep inside that you knew exactly what had caused that delicious soreness, and the owner and cause of all of it still softly slept in your bed. Climbing out you quickly used the bathroom, and as you came back into the room the artist in you couldn’t help but to admire how the dappled morning light cascaded over Henry’s body. Slipping his work t-shirt over your head you pulled your sketchbook from your backpack and settled onto the only chair in the room, quietly working carbon to paper.

Henry woke 45 minutes later, the gentle scratching of your art making him squint at the bright daylight, before laying back on the pillows with his arms spread;

“Still life class?”

Setting your sketchbook down you padded across the room and climbed onto the bed;

“Sorry, i couldn’t help myself… the way the sun was hitting the muscles of your back and shoulders, you were like an anatomy masterpiece”

With a laugh and moving much quicker than you thought he was possible of, he grabbed you by the waist and turned you, his body atop of yours;

“Well that’s enough of that, i would like to become better acquainted with your anatomy… and as we’ve both got the day off i suggest we make the most of it”

Laughing you fell into his embrace, sighing with happiness. Henry really was a keeper, as you were for sure not going to let him go. 

[reidandweep]

Something Bigger Than Us

Spencer Reid x Reader (female)

A/N- Hi guys, I am back after an eventful few months. Had to deal with some personal stuff, but I am back now and writing more! So, to celebrate, heres some fluff with our favourite genius!!

Word Count- 4026 words

Warnings- Fluff, mention of bodily liquids in the case, mentions of murder.

The beauty of love is that, you can fall into it with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time. - Ritu Ghatourey.

Sitting in the subway cart, Spencer indulged in the book in his hands. It had been a gift from Penelope as she had always told him he had to read more fictional works. So, there Spencer was, on his day off, travelling to the science museum and reading ‘The Maze Runner’. He was taking more time than he needed; slowing down his reading speed to prolong the story to fit his entire journey. He was so engrossed that he nearly didn’t notice the subway cart come to a stop and the doors open, a woman walking inside. What made Spencer glance up from the novel in his hands was the slight change of weight near his feet. Looking away from his novel, he didn’t expect to see said woman sitting on the subway cart floor. Spencer glanced around to see multiple seats available, yet there this person was. Sat on the ground.

“Did you want to sit here?”

Spencer had found many women pretty in his life. He had found a few to be gorgeous. But this woman, she was breath taking. As she lifted her gaze to stare into his, Spencer felt a warmth he never felt. A moment. A spark.

The woman smiled up at Spencer.

“No, it’s okay. I quite like sitting on the floor. I can feel the wheels moving more.”

Spencer looked at the woman puzzled.

She couldn’t help but let her smile grow.

“Sit down and feel.”

Spencer’s brain went blank at the woman’s request. He knew how much bacteria there was on the floor and could not imagine doing such a thing as sitting on it.

“On average, more than 9 million people ride the subway every day. That’s 18 million feet on that floor. They could have stepped in anything. The number of bacteria is unimaginable.”

The woman shrugged.

“So, that’s 18 million feet and my butt. At least I can say I enjoyed my subway ride more because I felt the wheels on the tracks.”

The warmth in Spencer’s chest spread the more he looked at her. Before he even realised, Spencer found himself sliding from his seat and onto the subway floor next to her. She was right. You could feel the wheels thumping against the tracks.

“It’s like a heartbeat.”

The woman looked at the floor of the carriage with a smile.

“People ride the subway every day and never think about how amazing it is that this thing was created. That we can hop on something that could take us wherever we desired to in our city. They treat it like it's nothing. But it moves like we do, and it stops like we do.”

The woman looked up at Spencer.

“It has a heartbeat. Just like you and I.”

In his whole life, Spencer had never heard someone describe anything in such a way that made it feel human; that made him feel so human.

“So, where are we going?”

“We?”

The woman smiled and stood from the ground, holding her hand out for Spencer to take. He did so without a thought. It was like being around her made him forget everything.

“Yes, we? I had no plans but then I met you and it seems you had plans so now I do to. So, where are we going mister…?”

Spencer straightened his satchel, his hands gripping the straps. The warmth that had spread from his chest now burnt in the hand he had held hers with for those few seconds.

“My names Spencer. Spencer Reid. I’m actually a doctor but not a medical one. I have three PHD’s and three bachelor’s Degrees, but none of them are remotely medical. I could go into that field if I wanted to but…”

Spencer stopped himself as he realised, he was rambling.

The woman leaned against the pole to her side and looked at Spencer in earnest.

“You were saying you could go into the medical field if you wanted to but…”

She was actually listening to his rambling and she even seemed to be interested.

Spencer’s hands gripped his satchel tighter.

“But I have enough to focus on with work already.”

The woman nodded her head in understanding.

“Well, Dr Spencer Reid, my name is Y/F/N. Y/F/N Y/L/N. My title is just regular old miss. Unfortunately, I have no PHDs, but I do have a bachelor’s degree in Film Studies which I’m presuming is nowhere near exciting as what you have yours in. I could never have gone into the medical field because I hated biology and preferred chemistry at school as I liked drawing the chemical equations more than learning about photosynthesis. The only part I liked about biology was learning about thalidomide, which is really grim, but it was fascinating.”

Whilst she spoke, Spencer couldn’t help but notice the movement of her hands. Her nails on her right hand were painted a different colour to the ones on her left. Just like how he wore different socks on each foot. He liked that they unknowingly matched.

“Now we are no longer strangers, I think you need to tell me where we are going?”

Spencer looked towards the doors and noticed that they were actually soon to arrive to his stop.

“I was going to visit the museum. The next stop is my one.”

Y/N looked at the door and nodded.

“Cool. So, can I join?”

Even though she had already said she was joining him twice, Spencer did not think she actually meant it. He stuttered through his words as his thoughts blazed around his head.

Y/N could see his mind going into overdrive.

“Hey.”

Spencer looked down at the shorter woman in front of him. He wondered why she seemed so worried.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I tend to come off as quite strong but something about you tells me I need to know more. I want to know more. Spend more time with you. I’d love to see the things Dr Spencer Reid, who has three PHDs and was reading one of my favourite books when I hopped on the train, had planned to see today. I will only join you if it is something you want.”

Spencer felt the subway cart come to a stop and saw the doors in his peripheral open.

He was tired of living life through the view of work before anything else. The few moments of happiness he had was taken away by not allowing himself to be spontaneous. To be with them in person. So, for the second time that day, Spencer grabbed a hold of Y/N’s hand, ignoring the facts and statistics of germs and bacteria running through his mind.

Pulling her towards the doors, the pair stepped off the subway cart and onto the platform.

People walked around the pair as they stood facing each other, staring at one another with their hands entwined.

Spencer swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I would like if you would join me to the museum. I would like to spend more time with you too.”

Y/N smiled at Spencer’s words. With the hand still not in his grasp, Y/N lifted her arm towards the subway exist.

“Well, lead the way Dr Spencer Reid.”

Spencer did just that.

In silence the pair walked the short distance from the subway station to the museum. Their hands interlocked at their sides as Y/N looked around at the buildings by them. Spencer couldn’t help but glance towards the woman. He couldn’t understand why he felt so different with her. The warmth in his chest was still there, and it felt as though it was growing and spreading with every breath he took. His hand in her own was something he wished to never lose. It was like being enveloped in the softest blanket known to man. This stranger who sat by his feet on the subway has made him feel more comfortable and step out of his comfort zone more than any of his friends or family ever have. But why?

Coming to the doors of the museum, Spencer opened the door for Y/N to enter before him; letting go of her hand to do so. He felt empty without her hand in his. He couldn’t believe how empty his palm now felt.

“I’ve never been to this museum before.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the shocked look on Spencer’s face. As though what she said was the most shocking thing he had ever heard.

Before she could even make a joke about his expression, Spencer suddenly turned down a corridor.

“Woah! Slow down Doc!”

Spencer slowed down his pace.

“I’m sorry. It’s just this is my favourite place and I want to show you everything it has to offer.”

Y/N smiled at Spencer’s bashful behaviour. She couldn’t help her own cheeks blushing at the thought that this kind man wanted to show her around his favourite place. To think she had only met him a mere hour before.

Giving Spencer’s a comforting smile, Y/N bumped her shoulder with his own.

“I have a feeling that I am going to learn a lot with you as my tour guide.”

Spencer led the way as they walked through the corridors, reciting information about each exhibit they come across, stuttering when he felt Y/N’s hands brush his own as they walked side by side.

Just as Spencer was about the point Y/N to the next exhibit, he felt her hands slowly clasp around his own. Her smooth fingers fitting perfectly into the gaps between his rough appendages.

“Is this okay?”

Spencer smiled in delight, squeezing her hand in reassurance as he pulled Y/N in the direction they had been heading.

Walking hand in hand down the hall, Spencer silently led Y/N to one of his favourite parts of the museum. As they entered the room, Y/N’s eyes could not miss the large rock exhibited in the middle of the room, people sporadically standing around the object.

“What is that?”

Spencer’s chest became warm at the look of wonder on Y/N’s face as they walked closer to the exhibit.

“That is the Willamette Meteorite. It was found in Oregon and is the largest ever meteorite found in the United States and the sixth largest in the world. The smooth surface melted during its blazing entry into the atmosphere, while the pits formed on the Earth's surface. Iron meteorites form when large enough asteroids have had molten interiors catastrophically collide with other asteroids. These huge collisions blast out material from the molten iron core of the asteroid on orbits that reach Earth after millions of years.”

Y/N continued her wonderous gaze as they let go of Spencer’s hand, walking around the meteorite, taking in every crevice and crater. Spencer could usually spend hours staring at the meteor, but right now he could not tear his haze away from Y/N as she took her time looking at the artefact.

Turning to look at Spencer, Y/N wanted to find out more.

“How was it made? Like is it a piece of something much bigger?”

Spencer looked at the meteorite that stood much taller than all of them.

“The internal structure, made of metallic iron, suggests that billions of years ago, an early planet orbiting the Sun was shattered, perhaps in a collision with another protoplanet. The fragment was probably part of the planet’s iron-nickel core. While planets, including Earth gradually formed and matured, this fragment orbited the Sun. It was hit at least twice by other planetary fragments, knocking it into a collision course with Earth. Over many centuries, rainwater interacting with its iron sulphide deposits produced sulfuric acid, which slowly etched and carved large cavities.”

Spencer waited for a response, but as the seconds passed in silence. Had he freaked her out? Had he gone too far? Spencer moved his gaze from the meteor to Y/N, to see her staring at the meteorite in awe.

“Woah.”

Spencer laughed at her exclamation. His head dipping down to try and cover his reddening cheeks.

“Woah indeed.”

Y/N couldn’t help the blush now invading her cheeks. Walking back towards Spencer, Y/N nudged the genius’s shoulder with her own, gaining his attention. Spencer turned his head to look back at Y/N.

“It’s crazy how we get to look at something that was once part of something much bigger. Something that could have housed life and all sorts of wonderous things and yet, here sits part of its core, on our planet, in one of our museums. Now a part of something much bigger again.”

Spencer and Y/N looked at each other in silence. Taking in the moment and her words. Both of them acknowledging that they too were part of something much bigger, much more meaningful than they had every thought about.

A clicking sound broke the moment.

Turning around, Spencer and Y/N both saw an older gentleman pointing a polaroid camera towards the pair.

Realising that the pair had turned around the gentleman walked up towards them and handed over the picture.

“It still has to develop.”

Y/N looked down at the picture in Spencer’s hand as it slowly developed.

“Can you take another one? Just so we can have one each.”

The man nodded at Y/N question, stepping back to where he stood before.

Y/N moved her hand to clasp Spencer’s once more, tilting her head to lay on his shoulder, a smile blossomed on her face as she looked towards the camera.

Spencer’s own gaze was fixed on her. His eyes taking in the slope of her nose and the feel of her hair tickling his neck. Usually, if he was ever this close to anyone, let alone a woman, he would start to sweat and panic. And yet, all Spencer could feel was what he could only describe as serene. Spencer had never felt serene until now.

Being shaken out of his stare by the click of the man’s camera once more, Spencer looked to see the man handing Y/N the picture as she rummaged through her bag.

“No need to pay me.”

Y/N shook her head.

“I insist.”

The man moved forward, placing his hand on Y/N’s shoulder.

“I gave you the picture because sometimes it is nice to look back where it all began.”

The old man looked Spencer in the eye and gave him a wink, causing Spencer to blush.

“Both of you, enjoy your day, and may I suggest if you get hungry, try Giovani’s Café down the street.”

Spencer cocked his head.

“Is it good?”

The man laughed as he walked backwards, nodded his head.

“I should know, I am Giovanni after all!”

Laughter rumbled from the pair as they watched the older gentlemen walk out the door, his polaroid camera in hand. As their laughter died, Y/N looked down at the now developed picture in her hand. Spencer in turn looked at his own.

The picture was beautiful. With the light from outside cascading through the windows, creating almost a halo of light around the pair, the meteorite had never looked bigger than when Spencer saw the back of his and Y/N’s figures standing in front of it. But what Spencer couldn’t take his eyes away from was the fact that in the picture, Y/N was not looking at the meteorite. She was looking at him. If he looked hard enough, he could see a smile on her face. So soft and so beautiful.

The comforting silence of the pair looking at their polaroids was suddenly shattered when Spencer’s ringtone filled the air. Spencer couldn’t help but let his shoulders drop in disappointment.

“I’m so sorry, I just have to take this.”

Y/N smiled in acknowledgment,

“Go ahead, I’m just going to take a look over here.”

Spencer nodded as he watched her walk across the hall, examining the pictures and their information plaques as he answered his phone.

“Hello.”

“We got a case Pretty Boy. Wheels up in 50 minutes.”

Spencer rubbed his head at Morgan’s voice.

“Okay.”

Morgan could hear the disappointment in Spencer’s tone.

“Are we interrupting something?”

Spencer kept his eyes on Y/N as he took a second to answer.

“Yeah. But I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

Morgan chuckled.

“Okay, Genius, see you later.”

Spencer hung up his phone. Walking towards where Y/N still stood, he tapped the woman on her shoulder.

As she turned, Y/N took in Spencer’s solemn look.

“Is everything okay?”

Spencer shook his head.

“Work called. I have to leave. I’m sorry.”

Y/N smiled in understanding.

“Work is work, whatever it may be. No need to be sorry. I had an amazing day that I didn’t think I would have.”

Spencer stared Y/N in her eyes, a little smile adorning his face.

“I did too. I have to go. But can we meet again?”

Y/N nodded her head, her own smile lighting her face.

“Yeah. I would like that.

Spencer grinned as he began to turn around, walking towards the corridors exit, waving as he left. He began to walk down the stairs when he suddenly heard his name.

“Spencer, wait!”

Spencer turned around to see Y/N running down the stairs towards him, polaroid in hand.

Stopping in front of him, as Y/N stood on the steps above Spencer, she was nearly as tall as the boy wonder.

“You dropped this.”

“Thank you.”

As Spencer went to reach for the picture, Y/N pulled it out of his reach.

He watched with bated breath as she carefully put the picture in the breast pocket of his jacket, tapping his jacket where the picture now safely sat.

“Now go before your boss gets angry at you for being late.”

Laughing at her truthful words, Spencer once again waved towards the girl, rushing down the steps as he looked at his watch, realising that he was going to be late. But even with that knowledge, as he opened the exit door of the museum, Spencer turned to wave goodbye to Y/N once more. Watching as she waved back, before he allowed the door to close behind him.

Spencer walked to the jet as briskly as he could, breathing heavily from the sprint through the airport, just about getting through easily with his badge.

Trotting up the steps, Spencer leaped into the jet, quickly taking the seat next to Emily, his breath heavy as he took in deep breaths.

The team ceased their conversation, all looking at Spencer in confusion and worry.

“Sorry I’m late, what’s the case?”

Spencer ignored the strange looks and elongated silence.

Hotch quickly broke it.

“We’re heading to Akron, Ohio. We got two murdered couples with the men both being found with used condoms on and Viagra in their systems. In both cases, the husbands were killed with a silenced 9-millimeter, the wife was stabbed multiple times. We’re meeting up with the Akron P.D when we get there. Everything you need is in the file.”

Spencer nodded his head as he grabbed the file from Hotch, opening the papers as the plane took off.

Briskly looking through the file, Spencer began to detail notes in his notebook about possible suspects and details the others may have missed. But as he scribbled, Spencer could feel the stares of Emily, Morgan, and JJ as they all sat by him. Fed up, Spencer lifted his head, flittering his gaze between them all.

“Can I help?”

“Why was you late?”

Spencer looked at Morgan.

“I was at the museum.”

“That’s the truth but why was you late?”

Spencer turned his eyes to Emily, confusion littering his features.

“I was at the museum, I had to get on the subway and get here.”

JJ tilted her head as Spencer looked between the trio.

The weight of their gazes quickly caused him to break.

“I was late because I was at the museum with someone.”

At his statement, everyone on the jet turned towards Spencer. Even Hotch had Spencer’s undivided attention.

Emily twisted to face the genius, a smirk on her face as she crossed her arms.

“Go on Romeo, tell us all about them.”

Spencer knew he could not get out of this. So, he began to begrudgingly tell his team about his day and the person he spent it with.

“Then after the gentleman took our picture, I got the call. I said goodbye and rushed over here.”

The team all looked at Spencer with mixtures of pride and happiness.

“Did you get her number?”

The looks soon turned to disbelief as Spencer bowed his head in shock.

“You had an amazing day with a woman you don’t know, which is something unlike you, and you failed to get her number? Pretty boy, I am very disappointed. I’ve taught you better than that.”

Shaking his head at Morgan’s playful words, Spencer couldn’t help his own disappointment take over. He can’t believe he didn’t ask her for her number. Rossi walked over and patted the man on his shoulder in reassurance.

“At least you got a picture to remember her.”

Spencer slowly nodded, solemnly reaching into his breast pocket to pull the picture out. But, as Spencer looked at the picture, he realised that she had handed him the second picture they had taken.

Spencer looked at the polaroid and couldn’t believe how comfortable he looked with her. Their hands interlaced as Y/N smiled brightly towards the camera. Spencer’s smile was directed towards the woman next time him, warm and content. He had never looked so at peace before. Yet, he still forgot to ask for her number.

As Spencer was about the place the picture back in his pocket, he paused his movement as Hotch spoke up.

“If I was you, I would check the back of that picture Reid.”

Looking at the people in front of him, he could see that they were all now smiling, looking at him expectedly, waiting for the man to look at the back of the picture. Flipping the picture over, Spencer couldn’t help the smile that blossomed over his face. His eyes crinkling from how large it was. On the back of the picture, a message was written.

“Meeting you made me feel part of something much bigger. Something I would love to explore. Give me a call if you want to as well.”

Underneath the message lay Y/N’s phone number.

Spencer lifted his head and looked around at his team. Pointing his thumb over his shoulder, he began to stand.

“I’m just going to…”

Emily pushed him up as the rest of the team laughed.

“Hurry up and call her Spence, no point in waiting!”

Spencer nodded his head in a flurry as JJ shooed him to the back of the jet.

Walking passed the team, Rossi and Derek patted him on the back, as Hotch nodded his head. They were all happy for him.

Walking into the jet’s toilet, Spencer locked the door and pulled out his phone. Flipping the picture in his opposing hand, he quickly dialled the number, clicking the call button before he could change his mind.

Just as he contemplated hanging up, the ringing stopped, and he heard an answer.

“Hello?”

“I want to be a part of something bigger. I want to explore it too.”

“Really?”

Spencer could feel the smile radiating from Y/N over the phone. A breathy laugh leaving his mouth as he realised, he was nodding his head instead of talking.

“Really.”

Spencer was not the type of person to sit in the bathroom on a plane talking to someone on the phone that he only met that morning. Even more so, having met that someone because they sat on the floor of the subway instead of the seats. Yet, here he was, in the bathroom talking to Y/N and getting to know her more. Spencer felt like the Willamette Meteorite. He had been broken and steered down different courses over the years, feeling like he would never be part of anything bigger than the family that was his team. But now, he felt like he was finally going to be a part of something bigger. Something extraordinary.

Never expected to meet you. When I met you I never expected you to become my everything and more than I could have ever dreamed of. - Maria Ana Bulquerin.

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Subspace

Request: can you do one where all the marauders blindfold reader and tie reader up? then bring out paint and paint down readers skin and have ice cube temperature play? and they do so much reader ends up in subspace and they all have to bring them back? 

3 hot kings taking care of us? Yes please🥴

Warning: 18+

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„Hi baby“ Remus said as you walked through the door to their dorm.

„Hi“ you chirped back, giving him a quick kiss. You glanced around „Where are James and Siri?“

Remus pulled you on his lap. „Remember when we said that we wanted to try something?“

You nodded and played with his fingers.

„Look at me baby, please. It‘s rude to turn away.“

„Sorry“ you blushed and looked at him again. He gave you a soft smile, playing with the hem of your skirt.

„The boys are out buying what we need. They should be back in a few seconds. Is there anything you want to know?“

You shook your head and leaned forward to kiss him gently. „I trust you.“

The door was pushed open and James threw the bag on his bed. „Baby!“ he shouted, picking you up to give you a deep kiss. You were laughing, barley able to kiss back as he spun you around.

„Oi you never kiss me like that!“ Sirius teased, turning your head to kiss you as well.

„Her lips are soft as hell Pads, can‘t say the same about your chapped ass.“

Sirius let out an offended gasp and smacked James‘ head. „Careful“ he warned „or I‘ll hide your glasses again.“

James set you down and suddenly all the attention was on you. You swallowed nervously and shifted your weight from one foot to another.

Remus took the wheel and pulled you towards him, fingers opening the buttons of your blouse. You shrugged it off and felt Sirius‘ fingers on your back, opening the clasp of your bra. His lips pressed featherlight kisses on your neck, hands cupping your tits. Remus had already rid you of the rest of your clothes and took your hand to guide you to James‘ bed.

Remus pushed you down and James straddled your belly, pulling your hands to the bedpost and tying them there. He kissed you as he put a silk blindfold over your eyes, and you gasped when his kisses trailed lower. He stopped at your lower belly, moving away.

„Puppy“ Sirius said „don‘t speak unless spoken to, do you understand?“

„Yes, Sirius.“

Now you had to rely on your other senses to know what they‘re doing. You heard the rustling of a paper bag as they took something out. They weren‘t talking on purpose and you kept yourself still, wanting to be their good little girl.

You felt something soft brush against your throat, down towards your sternum. It left a warm sensation in its wake and you shuddered, goosebumps rising on your skin at the soft touches. You suddenly understood what the item was when you felt it brush over your nipples, the bristles teasing your tits. A soft gasp escaped you as the bodypaint yet again warmed your skin considerably and you felt another brush on the inside of your thighs. You knew that it was Sirius when you felt his rings brush your cunt teasingly and you moaned, spreading your legs.

Sirius couldn‘t help but press a kiss on the flesh of your inner thighs, before painting over the area. Your body felt warm all over as the paint seeped into your skin and left a pleasant tingling sensation.

„Feel it baby“ James whispered in your ear and you tilted your head towards him.

„Yes James, feels so good“ you whined softly, not wanting to disturb your other doms.

„Where does it feel good baby?“ James asked, kissing your cheeks.

You moaned when the brush went a little harsher over your nipples and gasped. „My tits James!“

Another harsh stroke of the brush against your clit made you moan loudly. „And my pussy!“

James cooed softly, silencing you with his kiss and you felt something cold press on your hot nipples. The contact made you jump and you arched your back to chase the feeling.

„Ah James!“

The boy bit your lip in warning and you let him kiss you again, grateful that he made the rules a little easier. The freezing ice cube melted quickly and James replaced it with another, tracing your other nipple.

A hot mouth enclosed over the now cold area and you cried out, the pleasure leading straight to your soaked cunt. Sirius was still busy painting around your pussy, not touching you where you wanted him the most. This only left Remus and the dom tormented your tits, pinching and pulling at your skin, sucking them raw. The warm paint and cold cubes made you cry out in pleasure, an orgasm already building up from that alone and you begged them to let you cum.

„Think she deserves it?“ Remus asked, biting your nipple harshly. James made an amused sound, trailing the cube lower down your body until it melted on your pubic bone.

„Let her cum Moony, she‘s been good.“ Sirius cooed against your belly as he left hot kisses against the cool skin. You shuddered, when he licked at your sides.

„Alright then pup“ Remus gave you permission „you may cum when ready.“

With that he went back to sucking at your nipples and James trailed the cube lower, smearing it across your clit. You cried out, mind hazy as you tried to adjust to the constant temperature change. Suddenly Sirius‘ hot mouth was at your cunt, pushing into your hole and James spread your cunt to rub the cube directly over your clit.

„Ooh fuck please more!“

Your voice sounded so sweet when you begged which is why the boys didn‘t remind you of the no speaking rule. James rubbed you faster and Sirius pushed two fingers inside, curling them against your spot.

You shrieked with the pleasure, hands tugging at your ropes and threw your head back. You legs shook as Remus spread them wider, pushing them against your chest.

„Gonna cum baby? Huh? Stop whining and use your words!“

„Yes!“ you sobbed, writhing on the bed „Yes Remus! Please!“

Sirius fingers pushed in deeper and James mouth sucked your clit, the warmth of his tongue and the coldness of the cube made you cum hard, squirting as you did.

James moaned loudly at that, mouth replacing Sirius‘ fingers in your cunt and he lapped you up, not caring about your trashing body.

„To much!“ you wailed „Ah gonna cum again plea-“

You came a second time as Remus played with your nipples again, James‘ mouth still on your cunt, licking and slurping while he groaned at your taste.

Sirius was kissing all over your throat, biting your lips raw and bloody.

„Good girl“ he crooned „there we go..“

Sirius took off the blindfold and you kelt your eyes closed as your body still shook with your release. James kissed at your inner thighs and Remus was taking off your restrains, massaging your wrists gently.

„Siri“ you giggled „was I good?“

Sirius smiled at you. „Of course my love, always the best!“

You threw your arms around him and pushed him back to straddle his lap. You pouted as you eyes glazed over with tears.

„Why didn‘t you give me your cum?“ Remus stroked your hair as James cooed at you.

„This was about you baby“ James said softly.

„But I wanna make you feel good“ you cried out, kissing them one after another. „Please gimme your cum! Please? I‘ve been so good!“

„No pup“ Remus said sternly, yet a gentle tone in his voice. „Come back for us hm? Miss our little girl.“

You whined as you begged more, tears streaming down already. „Please, please, please I wanna be good!“

You didn‘t understand why they wouldn‘t let you touch them. You just wanted to be good!

James picked you up and moved to the bathroom, warm water filling the tub with the flick of his wrist. He gently placed you inside and got in behind you, pulling you to his chest.

„Jamie“ you said softly „Was I good?“

James kissed your forehead, cuddling you close and confirmed. „Yes baby, our good little girl. Always.“

After washing and drying you James carried you back to the bedroom, everything cleaned and put away by the other doms.

„Lets take my bed, c‘mon“ Remus said, pulling back the covers to let James place you in the middle.

Sirius spooned you from behind as your head rested in the crook of James‘ neck. Remus was between your legs, head resting on your chest.

„Guys“ you said quietly after an hour „Thank you.“ The boys pressed a kiss on the skin they had access to and you fell asleep soundly.

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Spencer Reid Imagine: Just peachy

Spencer Reid Imagine: Just Peachy

Summary : Reader (female pronouns, no Y/N, third person) is hosting dinner night at her apartment for the time. Spencer volunteers to help with the preparations. Derek is a good friend.

Warnings: Smut (handjob – male receiving, cum in pants), sub!Spencer, the Lord’s name in vain (only once), one mild curse word. (Because some of this shows Spencer’s thoughts, I had to refrain from using slang words for bodily parts and bodily fluids sometimes. Please don’t judge me.)

Word count: About 1.5k

Note: I wrote this really quickly when I was taking a break from working on my thesis (how Spencer went through the PhD pain thrice willingly, I will never understand) and my brain was fried. Consequently, this is the fic equivalent of the snack you make at 3am when you’re tipsy.

"Remember what we discussed?" Derek asked an exasperated Spencer for umpteenth time as he pulled over in front of their new co-worker's apartment building.

"Yes," Spencer groaned softly, adjusting his hair. "I have an eidetic memory, you know."

Next to him, Derek chuckled. "I know. No need to be so defensive," he teased, "just be yourself and there's no way she won't fall for you."

"Actually, it's not that -"

Derek cut him off before he could say anything more. "Bullshit. It really is that easy, pretty boy and" - he leaned over, grabbing Spencer's satchel from the backseat - "while everyone is due to arrive at seven, I can divert the rest of team if you just send me a text."

Spencer frowned, staring at his friend like he had grown two heads. "Why would I want you to stall -" He stopped in the middle of the sentence, his eyebrows rising high up his forehead and his cheeks turning pink when he finally realized. "Yeah, no, yes" - Spencer shook his head clearing his now corrupted mind - "what I mean to say is that I would definitely text you but - nevermind. Bye." Then he escaped from the car as if it were on fire, almost tripping on the laces of his converse.

Not even thirty minutes had gone by and Spencer already knew he was in trouble.

They walked through the farmers' market, Spencer carrying the fast filling linen bag. She guided him through the crowd, making them stop at the stalls that held anything of interest and buying various ingredients for dinner: vegetarian gratin and peach pie.

Eventually, they stopped at the fruit stand where she approached and asked the vendor if they could taste the peaches. Though they were out of season, they were looking quite ripe. The old man handed her a peach with a smile. "There you go."

She thanked the man and pulled back the sleeve of her lightweight jacket before taking a bite. That was the exact moment Spencer realised this had been a terrible idea. He should never have listened to Derek. He should not have offered to come earlier and help make dinner.

She took in the scent and hummed against the fruit, softly so, that only he would hear and erotically enough that he had to swallow down the saliva gathering in his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing. She bit down on the fruit, the tips of her lips curling up and then licked off a thin trail of juice along the inside of her wrist and forearm, eyes closed. Then, as if nothing, she turned to the old man. "They're delicious!"

She turned back to Spencer and he noticed she was sporting her usual slightly bemused grin. "Have a taste, darling." She turned the pale fruit in her hand and offered it to him, an expectant look in her eyes. And there, in the middle of the busy farmers’ market, Spencer felt like a teenager whose girlfriend had just slipped her hand down his pants for the first time. Which, of course, he had never experienced so he didn't actually know what that would feel like.

Knowing better than to disobey her, Spencer leaned forward into her hand and took a bite of the remaining fruit, leaving behind only the endocarp, while adjusting his satchel to hide the prominent bulge in his crotch. It was the way she looked and the way she looked at him, the way she made him feel like-

“Are you alright?” She asked.

Spencer swallowed the fruit, his throat tight. “Just peachy.”

If he thought that was torture, nothing had prepared him for the actually cooking part. The space between the cabinets and the kitchen isle was narrow, which meant their bodies always brushed whenever she passed behind him, and he was already a sweaty, blushing mess.

Just be yourself, he reminded himself of what Derek had told him. "Hey, umm," Spencer stammered, drawling off, "did you know that until refrigerators were invented in 1834, salt was widely used to preserve meat."

He heard her soft laugh behind him, immediately turning around at the sound before realising she was bent over the counter, trying to reach something on the highest shelf and he had just inadvertently placed himself right behind her backside.

For some reason he couldn't even begin to explain, his first instinct had been to touch. Luckily, though, he had managed to stop his hands mid air before he could effectively ruin everything, but now all he could see was the black fabric of her pants stretching over the roundness of her hips and the warm pressure against him and-

"Spencer!"

He started, finally looking away. "What?"

She chuckled again. "As much as I appreciate your ability to be a walking encyclopaedia, I'd really enjoy it if you could put your height to good use and pass me the pie dish."

"Of course." Spencer shook his head, clearing his mind. "Yeah, I can do that."

She stepped aside, allowing him to grab the item from the cabinet. "Thank you, darling," she said, grinning.

"No problem," Spencer quipped, wiping his clammy hands on his leg pants as he subtly made sure his predicament wasn't too noticeable.

"Great! You can go ahead and knead the dough before stretching it over the dish."

"Yes, ma'am." His brown eyes went wide when he realised that he'd just said it out loud. It wasn’t even his fault. There was just that natural authority about her that made him very compliant.

She laughed once more, softly, looking up at him almost endearingly. "You can call any m word you like, darling."

His start stopped in his chest. Was she flirting with him? He had noticed her body language did not indicate repulsion and she did touch him more than was strictly necessary, but he didn't think she'd actually flirt with him. Spencer considered that he might really have to send Derek the text, but he tried not to get his hopes up too much. He was already nervous enough as it was.

She came up behind him, taking a look at the dough he had absentmindedly tortured and shook her head in amusement. "No, darling, not like that," she cooed gently, coming up closer until her body was pressed up against his. Spencer gulped nervously, acutely aware of the way her breasts were being squashed against his side.

Then her hand wrapped around his over the dough. "You do it like this, Spencer," she whispered. Her fingers lodged themselves between his, applying light pressure, making them bend to her will. "You need to feel it. Are you feeling it?"

Spencer was certainly feeling it, but not in his hand. He would almost be amazed at how a simple touch on his hand could make him radiate warmth and make all the blood in his brain rush to his dick, if he weren’t becoming so lightheaded.

She kissed his arm over the fabric of his shirt. "Here, let me show you." He felt her free hand slide across his stomach and down to his belt. His body jerked at the touch.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice raspy and sounding like a whimper.

Her hand stilled over the now undone buckle. "You want me to stop?"

"No!"

It came out embarrassingly loud and he might have felt ashamed for it, hadn't she managed to remove his belt and open his pants in record time. She pressed her palm to the front of his boxers, cupping his bulge. The fabric was thin and damp, doing little to numb the sensation of her touch. Spencer knew there was already a stain from the pre-ejaculatory fluid he was leaking, but he couldn't get himself to look down. Two senses at once would be too overwhelming and he was already trembling.

At first, she just ran her the tip of her finger up and down his length, making sure to trace the small slit where the wet fabric clung to the damp head. He shivered against her and let out the cutest, most delicious whimper she had ever heard.

"Do you like how it feels?"

"Yes." He choked out the word. His eyes were shut tight, focusing on the sensation but then she surprised him, sliding her hand inside his boxers. And, oh God! Spencer panicked, if her hand alone already felt this good, how could he possibly survive being inside her - "Stop," he moaned urgently, his hand frantically rising to grab hold of hers but it was too late - it was too good.

"Oh, my darling boy," she sighed gently, pressing another kiss to arm as his dick pulsed in her fingers, making a mess of her hand and his boxers.

"I am so -" He didn't know what exactly he was apologising for and he didn't have the time to find out. The bell rang while he was still enjoying the aftermath of his first non-solo orgasm.

Panic set in. He had never gotten around to text Derek.

"Don't worry, darling," she said reassuringly before sliding her hand out of his boxers and bringing it to her mouth to lick it clean. "I'll go get the door and you go clean yourself. Don't want everyone to know how naughty you really are, do you darling?"