#i unbutton my cardigan at some point.

[continuousmeowing]

i just had the most wonderful evening of my life. family dinners can actually be fun sometimes.

[3sn00]

So what do you think of Sunoo in that one live?(You know,the one he wore a blue cardigan)

i’m so GLAD someone finally asked me this. Him in that live gave so much camboy vibes. At some point i started to think he was slightly drunk because ain’t no way boy almost flashed us.

Anyway, i’ll write my idea more personal for the reader but if you want me to write abt camboy!Sunoo lmk!!

After concert, you messaged your boyfie as usual; you congratulated him for getting another show done, but this time there was something off… He left you on read for a long time, which surprised you because he is mostly a very fast replier.

“baby, is something wrong?” You sent him a message again after thirty minutes, and again, he took some time to reply, but little did you know what he was doing.

This time he got a room alone in the hotel they were staying in— a great opportunity to have privacy and do whatever you want! And Sunoo didn’t waste time; he got in his room and took off his pants, only staying in underwear and his pretty blue cardigan that you gifted him.

He was stroking his hard cock inside his underwear, punishing himself, wishing that you were doing it instead; he got so distracted feeling good that he forgot to reply to your texts, but as if accidentally leaving you on seen wasn’t enough, he accidentally pressed the call button. You confused and scared of why he was calling you suddenly after not replying, you imagined the worst scenario, but thank god the moment you answered you just heard your boyfriend being a whimpering mess.

“Sunoo? Baby?” It took him some seconds to realize it was your voice that he heard and it wasn’t his imagination.

He quickly turned around to grab his phone startled. “Y-y/n? Did you call me?”

“I received a call from you; maybe you called me by accident but… what were those pretty sounds that i was hearing hm?” You teased.

“I-just… i want you so bad, i miss you, so so much.” He said with tears in his eyes.

“I miss you too my love~ What if you resume what you were doing and show me?”

Sunoo didn’t think twice and placed his phone in a way you could see properly, he sat on his knees on the bed as you guided him, telling him what you wanted to see.

He unbuttoned his cardigan in a way that you could almost see his chest while he was stroking his tip peeking from his underwear. The night ended with you two having a long phone sex session. You wouldn’t imagine your boyfriend could look so sexy in a mere blue cardigan ♥︎.

[milla984]

Lean on Me

Summary: Spencer is feeling under the weather and tooth-rotting fluff is the only thing I can think about

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: fluff

TW/CW: brief mention of Diana Reid’s illness, implied/referenced opioid addiction

Word Count: 1.6k

This work is part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved 

The following work is my entry for @imagining-in-the-margins CM Comfort Fic Challenge

You turned the tv off and stretched your neck, muffling a yawn with the back of your hand. The cadenced tapping of light raindrops on the window echoed in the living room and you could hear the distant splashing of wheels, together with the occasional sirens and honking in the streets.

Spencer had been fast asleep on the opposite corner of his couch for almost an hour, his chest rising at a regular pace. Six days without seeing each other and all he’d seemed interested in was having dinner and watching Doctor Who at a reasonable distance from you, ruling out any possibility of physical interaction.

Sometimes you got worried that you two becoming an item forced him to de-prioritize his needs in order to favor your own, when the only thing he craved after a long and stressful week at work was to be left alone, surrounded by his books; you pictured him rambling about random topics even in his dreams and waking him up was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Spencer… I think you should go to bed,” you whispered.

He rubbed his eyes and straightened himself up to check the wristwatch he wore over the left sleeve. “So soon? We’re not even halfway through the serial.”

“Sorry to break it to you but you missed everything after the first episode. You were basically snoring,” you informed him as you tucked a lock of hair behind his ear.

Spencer’s mouth turned into a perfect round shape once the realization sank in. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh no, you would never do that to Tom Baker,” you smiled.

Drowsy Dr. Reid was one of the cutest things you’d ever seen, though you caught a sudden grimace on his face. “What’s wrong?”

His temples were beaded with tiny droplets of sweat, a detail you hadn’t noticed before because of the dimmed lights; Spencer winced and wrinkled his nose, as he often did to express various degrees of discomfort. “I’m fine.”

“You’re paler than usual. Are you sure you’re not running a fever?”

“It’s nothing serious,” he answered in a rush while he jumped to his feet to avoid you touching his forehead, only to shrug a few seconds later as a silent confession he wasn’t fine at all.

“Nothing serious, uh-huh… interesting choice of words for a genius who can drop ‘sesquipedalian’ in a casual conversation.”

Spencer gave you an enthusiastic look. “Have you ever thought about the fact that ‘sesquipedalian’ is inherently sesquipedalian? It’s kinda funny,” he laughed nervously, but at the sight of your eyebrow raised in a disapproving frown he sighed.

“I’m really tired and my head hurts. It’s a physiological effect caused by the release of cytokines, a category of small proteins involved in the promotion of the inflammatory response. A textbook example of a rhinovirus infection.”

All the pieces of the puzzle seemed to fall into place and you stood up to tug at the unbuttoned bands of his knitted cardigan. “Is that why you’ve been acting all distant tonight?”

“I should have canceled our plans,” he nodded, making his curls bounce in the process, “when I realized I was coming down with a cold I—”

His skin felt slightly hot when you locked your fingers behind his neck. “Maybe this can help you feel a little bit better.”

You pressed your body against his while you rubbed the tip of your noses together, waiting for him to wrap his arms around your waist; when you pulled him closer he welcomed your kiss with an ecstatic moan, even though he sighed soon after in a non-verbal attempt to manifest some concern.

“Not to put a damper on this moment but person-to-person contact is such a bad idea,” he pointed out in a soft tone, still holding you tight.

“What happened to ‘safer than a handshake’?” you joked while his stubble tickled your cheek, and it was his turn to raise his eyebrows in disapproval.

“It’s not if I’m sick!”

“Then I want you to go to bed. Now,” you replied.

You didn’t require advanced profiling skills to tell that expert in all-things nerdy Spencer Reid falling asleep in front of his favorite Doctor was the perfect indication he was literally exhausted, yet he shook his head again.

“When I was a kid my mom tucked me in and let me watch my favorite movie if I wasn’t feeling well,” he mumbled, “but after she started having her episodes more and more often I…” he paused and lowered his head - the weight of those memories heavy on his heart. Despite his height he always appeared tiny and vulnerable at the mere mention of his mother’s illness.

“I was always afraid something bad would happen if I slept too much.”

You squeezed him so hard the buckle of his belt hurt your belly and you nipped at his neck, your own personal fight or flight response to any situation involving his family issues; he’d grown so used to his position as a caregiver for Diana he struggled to accept the idea she wasn’t the only one who deserved to feel protected and cared for.

“How about I stay a little longer? I’ll make you a cup of tea,” you proposed, and he looked at you flashing his best doe-eyed, innocent stare.

“With honey?”

You would have served him tea with a cupcake made of moonbeams and sprinkled with starlight, if it were possible; you kissed him a second time, which prompted him to giggle before he reluctantly let go of you.

You walked into the kitchen and filled a small pot with water, then you prepared a mug on the kitchen counter dropping a rustic-looking muslin bag inside. Bless Penelope and her latest birthday present - a square tin box decorated with vintage-style flowers and filled to the brim with a blend of green tea, cocoa bean husks, spices and vanilla. 

She would have never admitted the tea was a bland attempt to reduce Spencer’s daily caffeine intake, claiming the pièce de résistance was the very Garcia-ish container, and you were glad she was the sweetest, bubbliest and smartest best friend he could have ever hoped for.

“You haven’t changed your mind about Ten, right?” Spencer’s voice echoed through the walls and you let out an outraged gasp.

“I hope that wasn’t an honest question,” you shrieked while you scooped a generous amount of honey out of the jar. “He’s the best. End of discussion.”    

The two of you had been arguing for months about each other’s preferences and all the same he was still clueless as to why you were such a fan of the tenth incarnation in particular. “I mean, it’s just… what is it about him, exactly?! He—”

“He’s clever and funny, wears glasses and Converse are his trademark?” you completed his sentence coming back into the living room and he began fiddling with the remote, a perplexed expression on his face. Running a fever was slowing down his reaction time, so you clarified. “I guess I have a type.”

Instead of coming up with a brilliant remark he pressed the play button, in a not so subtle attempt to hide the embarrassing rush of blood to his cheeks as you offered him the hot drink and sat beside him on the couch.

“Thanks,” he managed to say before he erupted into a bad coughing fit.

You stroked his back and waited for his breathing to return to normal; you refrained from suggesting over-the-counter or prescribed medications as a helpful remedy to get temporary relief, due to the percentage of alcohol and codeine contained in a good number of cold syrups.

“Sounds like you’re getting worse.”  

He carefully sipped his tea. “Common cold symptoms last for five days, on average. I’ll be okay, I don’t want you to worry,” he said and raised his wonderful hazel eyes to stare right into your soul.

“I’m not worried, I am…” you faltered, unable to hide the truth from him, “... reasonably anxious?!”

You bit your lips when Spencer caressed your knee, fighting the strong desire to grab him by his tie and guide his mouth over yours. Luckily the DVD player came to the rescue and the famous music theme distracted you, while the main menu kept appearing on screen; you took the mug from him and put it on the coffee table, and once you got hold of the remote you patted on your legs.

He accepted your invitation to use them as a pillow, since there wasn’t one available, snuggling up against you - his back resting on your chest, his hand raised to support his chin. You scrolled through the title list and even if you couldn't really see him you knew he was smiling, because he had indeed switched the previous disk with another one.

You selected the first episode and let your fingertips play with Spencer’s tousled curls, revelling for a few seconds in the thought of ripping his clothes off to commit unmentionable acts of sinful nature; by the time the Adipose mothership arrived on Earth he was out, and you resigned yourself to a restless night in the company of the Tenth Doctor.

You envied people who could fall asleep effortlessly even if they were miles away from home. As a creature of habit you found the smallest changes to be upsetting, and staying at a friend’s place or a hotel for you often translated into hours of tossing and turning.

Nevertheless (and much to your surprise) a new sense of security came from the body weight and warmth of the man you were cradling in your lap: the semi-darkness in his apartment made it resemble a painting by Wilfred Jenkins, and before you drifted into a serene slumber you realized that the overall atmosphere felt soothing and intimate.

And that you were irremediably in love with Spencer Reid.

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[ribboysposts]

The Elderly Neighbour

As a teenage male, I would watch the lady in her forties walk up the road in her seamed stockings and then go to my bedroom and play with myself. I had an infatuation with older ladies with good legs.

Many years later, I had a phone message from my mother would you look at a lady's electric supply as she is having some issues? Living alone and does not want a stranger in the house. I was surprised; it was the leggy lady down the road my mother introduced me to. The lady I had given her a lift to the hospital once when her late husband was sick. I remember that because I liked her legs, she crossed her legs sexually in the passenger seat.

I completed the work she needed to complete and did not take any payment and said she was pleased and took my number. Friday, I dropped a note and said I needed to talk to her about something. She called me and said to come round on Sunday evening at five. I had a shower and wanted to cum, but I left it just in case. I dressed casually and roomy. I rang the doorbell, Joan came to the door, and we went to the lounge. She sat opposite me and asked was anything wrong with the wire I said no, and she said so what are you here for I told her You. She looked surprised and said she was not interested and asked why. I told her about what I did when I was younger, and looking at her was very complimentary. Joan said very well as she had forgotten about her clothing. I remembered it too precisely, especially the seamed stockings. After an hour, she seemed happy with what I had said to her and moved to sit with me. Some questions about being discreet if something were to happen. I was giving her reassurance that I would not embarrass her or cause issues.

Then surprisingly, she asked me about stockings I said about masturbating to her walking down the road she smiled and pulled her skirt revealing her stocking tops and suspenders; her gusset had grey hairs spread from it, and it looked a little damp; there was also a pleasant aroma. I just kept looking, and she giggled at her control over me. She had a cardigan on she unbuttoned showing her cleavage. As she unbuttoned it open she pulled her left breast; her nipple looked quite aroused; she took my hand and placed it on her tit I rubbed it and squeezed her nipple and then automatically put it in my mouth she sighed and I sucked and bit her nipple for a couple of minutes she was cooing with pleasure I let go of her tit and looked at her she kissed with her exploring my mouth very roughly which I enjoyed.

We parted. She looked at me and said do not you think I should see the goods; I pulled my jogging pants down out and bobbed an erect cock; she looked and smiled and told me it needed relief. My cock was taken by her soft hand, and she played with my balls and rubbed them up and down. Smiling she said you have not cum you have staying power she vigorously wanked my cock, she knew I was at the point of no return and slowed down to watch me ejaculate over her hand.

She kissed me and smiled, got up, and got me a towel to clean myself up, you need to see me a few times before I suck and fuck you and you desire me more.

[rare-agere-reverie]

I have a fanfic request for welcome home (if your don’t mind!)

Caregiver(s): Eddie Dear

Regressor(s): Wally Darling

Plot: Eddie is going back to his home after he finished his mail route and spots an overstimulated, regressed Wally trying to hide his regression. Eddie decides to help Wally.

Please and thank you! 👋😅

Woo my first fic for the blog and it’s my hyperfixation! Hope I did your idea justice anon 📬

Something to Hold

CG!Eddie Dear + Little!Wally Darling

“Here’s your mail, Julie!” cheerfully proclaimed Eddie. He pulled a primary-colored letter with a pawprint stamp from his bag. The rainbow monster joyfully took it from him.

“Thanks for the letter, Eddie,” she replied, “Can you play Magic Bakery with me?” The mailman froze a little, remembering the last time Julie played that game. Poppy’s kitchen needed an entire week of cleaning after her sugar potion erupted in a splash of batter.

“I’d like to, but I don’t think I’m up for it,” Eddie excused, his right hand scratching at the back of his neck.

“That’s okay, I bet Frank would love to play Magic Bakery,” reassured Julie confidently. “Bye Eddie! Hope your day’s fun!”

“I’ll see you later!” He tipped his hat as he strolled away. Feeling his hand around inside his mailbag, Eddie sighed freely when he didn’t touch a single letter. Now that his day’s work is done, his schedule is free. Maybe I should fold some paper butterflies; Frank would love that. How about I cut a ribbon of stars? I could even deliver it to Sally. 

Caught up in his thoughts, Eddie tripped over a pebble. Slight pain flared a bit as he landed face first on the grass. He propped himself up, only to spot something small behind the post office.

Huh, did someone leave a package? 

Eddie kept walking, then realized the figure was one of his neighbors. His steps slowed stealthily, as if worried about scaring the person off. Hiding around a corner of the building, the mailman realized it was actually Wally.

The small darling seemed quiet and tense, unlike his usual content self. His ascot hung loose around his neck, his cardigan unbuttoned and nearly falling from his shoulders, and his chest heaving unsteadily. In Eddie’s favor, Wally’s eyes are too trained on the apple in his hands to notice someone spying on him. A self-soothing behavior taking virtually no effect.

The taller friend’s worry only grew at the sight. What could’ve scared him so badly? …I finished my route; it wouldn’t hurt to take a break. A sporadic yet subdued burst of footsteps carried Eddie closer, alerting Wally of his presence.

“Hey Darlin’,” the concerned man sat beside the shorter, “do you need any help?” With a slight turn of the head towards his friend, Wally’s shaking pupils dragged themselves to meet Eddie’s gaze. 

“No,” he decided, his voice soaked in anxiety. A blatant lie, unfit for a usually happy friend and neighbor.

“Oh, Wally, it’s okay to ask for help,” Eddie soothed, reaching a hand out for the frazzled artist. The painter hesitated, glancing wearily between his apple and his friend’s palm. Said friend never stopped displaying such genuine affection, effectively winning Wally over. Wordlessly, one hand held the red fruit while the other hovered over Eddie’s hand. The mail carrier kept a loose yet secure grip, propped Wally up, and led him inside the post office.

For the most part, the inside sparkled with cleanliness; only a side table was littered with scrap paper from a previous crafts project. Eddie placed his hat and work bag on the wall hooks behind the reception desk, and let go of Wally in the process. Free to explore, Wally felt drawn to the table of leftover materials, eyeing every individual paper. When the off-duty mailman returned his attention to his friend in need, his confusion grew a little. After all, Wally’s tantalized by spare pieces of the paper crowns he made for Sally’s last play.

“What is it, Darlin’?” Eddie asked, joining Wally at the cluttered table.

“Red,” mumbled the yellow puppet, pointing at a pile of paper triangles with the same color. He thoughtlessly placed his apple on the table, and admired the differing shades between the maroon scraps and the scarlet fruit.

“That’s right; they’re both red,” awkwardly added Eddie. Despite his quiet exhale unknowingly releasing itself, he couldn’t stop thinking about the unfamiliar behavior unfolding next to him. I’m glad he’s feeling better, but something ain’t right.

“Gween,” Wally muttered, now pointing towards a couple of poorly-cut ovals. That certainly snapped the distracted mailman out of his thoughts.

“Green?” repeated Eddie, mental wheels finding enough courage to turn. Maybe he wants to distract himself with colors, he rationalized. At this apparent correction of pronunciation, the secretly-regressed little darted his eyes down to his fingers, which gently tapped on the table.

“Yeah, that,” spoke Wally, voice shy and small. It melted Eddie’s heart with melancholy, yearning for the artist’s happiness to return. 

“I didn’t mean to make you sad, Darlin’,” affirmed Eddie, his words sweeter than any apples Wally had seen. “Just know I want to help you find your smile again, okay?” The regressor nodded confidently, his clear gaze fixed onto Eddie’s while his hands made a grabby motion towards the mail carrier.

“Oh! You want a hug?” Words escaped Wally; he could only repeat his grabby hands. “Aww, of course I will, Darlin’!” Protecting arms wrapped snugly around the little’s limp body.

Smiles on their faces, they stayed like that until Wally’s eyes slowly closed. Naturally, Eddie pulled out his Murphy bed and tucked the sleepy darling underneath soft blankets. As one of them napped, the other lovingly watched over them.

[leonhardt-simp]

Special Delivery

[werewolf au] | oneshot

Pieck x f! reader

summary: Pieck has been feeling sick for the past few weeks and decided to take a trip to Hange for some advice on what it could be.

author’s note: I love werewolf au so much, I am also very happy that everyone else who still requests for it love it as well.

reblogs welcomed ! | requests : open !

Hange looked at their distressed leader, helping her to sit in the chair they provided for them.

“Are you sure you aren’t dying?” Hange wondered, a hand resting against their chin.

Pieck raised a brow, “Aren’t you supposed to know?” She held her stomach, still feeling that nausea. Perhaps the previous hunt really messed up her stomach?

Whatever it was, it didn’t seem to want to go away.

Hange, of course, was just joking.

Letting out a loud laugh, Hange motioned to Pieck to lift her shirt and with compliance, the pack leader unbuttoned her cardigan and lifted her shirt for the doctor.

A stinging cold hands begun to feel her stomach, some touches experimenting for any pain, however, Pieck didn’t flinch.

Hange knelt down soon after to lean an ear in and after a little bit, Hange whistled as if impressed, “Yep. I thought so.”

Pieck stayed quiet sitting in quiet curiosity, watching as the doctor stood up, stretching their limbs and cracking their knuckles in preparation to get back to work.

“What is it?” She finally questioned with slight annoyance.

Why weren’t they just telling her straight up? Was she supposed to know everything?

“You’re pregnant!” Hange belted out with a celebratory tone, one without much shame.

Hange, grabbing ahold of the new mother’s hands and guiding her to stand up, happily smiled to the new mother who was confused at the announcement.

“You’re gonna be a mother! Isn’t that something?” The brunette clapped their hands to the pack leader.

Pieck was dumbfounded, “What? No, that can’t be..” She was now looking back through her memories to see if she’s gotten her cycle yet.

Hange tilted their head, pushing up their glasses to look at the Pieck. “You mean you can’t sense it? I can sense it. There’s definitely a kid in there.” The shameless doctor pointed to Pieck’s stomach.

“Morning sickness is usually also a sign, late cycles… You know.. The common signs..” They explained, crossing their arms over their chest as they thought of the most obvious symptoms.

“Have you been feeling fatigue? Tenderness in the breast area?” Hange asked, getting a mixed reaction from Pieck.

It didn’t help that the longer Pieck thought about it… Yes… She was experiencing those..

“Wait, Are you sure?” Pieck watched as the playful doctor begun to make their way to their desk and sit down. She followed them, leaning her hands on the desk.

“Of course! I am a doctor after all.” Hange expressed as they began to look through one of their drawers. “If you’re doubting my word, just take a pregnancy test.” Hange advised, pulling out a folder to start on some other work they had planned for the day.

Without much left to question Pieck moved away from the desk, getting ready to leave. However, just before she left the room, Hange stopped her with a call of her name.

“Pieck!” The call made the new mother turn her head to the doctor.

“Make sure to start eating well, pregnancy can be a nightmare if you don’t properly care for yourself.” Hange waved as Pieck scoffed and left, those words not easing her anxieties.

The pregnant test came out positive.

She was staring at it with such an intense gaze as she stayed in the bathroom of your shared home, not knowing how to break this to you.

She was happy! Of course she was! She simply wondered about her duties.

Pieck needed to work out who would keep the pack structured while she worked through this, she feels unprepared. It was actually quite suffocating feeling this unready. Not that she wasn’t excited.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard that comforting voice call from the front of the house. Her head turned to the hallway, her hand slipping the test down into a drawer.

“I’m home!” You called out, slipping off your coat as you held bags in your hand. You had left earlier to get some things from the store, you remembered Pieck wasn’t feeling well.

You thought some medicines would be good for her, some snacks. You even got her some fuzzy socks ! They had cute little penguins on them.

“Welcome home,” Pieck greeted you, that beautiful face finally appearing from behind a wall. She was happy you were home, you could see it in her eyes. She was like a puppy sometimes, even when she felt sickly, she always would greet you at the door.

“Oh hello there, beautiful.” You held your arms out for her, her lips lifting into a smile as she walked into your embrace. Your felt her lips kiss against your cheek, her hand holding one side of your face to guide you into it.

“How are you feeling?” You asked her, slightly pulling away to look at her state. She didn’t seem to look terrible, but she rarely ever did.

“Still nauseous but I can live..” You nodded with feeling a little down to know it hadn’t gone away yet. You rose your hand holding up one of the three bags you had brought in, motioning for her to grab one.

“I got you some stuff to see if we could fix that.” You said.

You both brought the bags to the kitchen and place them on the counter, her eyes looking through items you brought. “Penguin socks?..” She wondered, your eyes meeting as you were placing the snacks you bought away.

“Ah! For you! I got those to keep you warm at night.” You said, kneeling down to reorganize some things in your pantry.

Pieck playfully scoffed, “I’m a leader of a pack, I don’t need to keep warm if I’m naturally warm.” She stated, watching as your head popped up from behind the counter. “Do you want me to take them back?” You asked.

“No, I’ll still wear them.” Pieck held them closer to her, the reaction getting a laugh out of you.

“Thought so.” You commented, standing back up and closing the pantry. Pieck was feeling that anxiety build up again, her eyes wanting to do nothing but stare at the socks.

You could sense it even without having to see her.

“Are you okay?” You finally asked, walking to stand just behind her to rub her arms and kiss her shoulder. The action melting just a bit off of Pieck’s shoulders, a little sigh falling from her lips.

“Yeah? I just don’t feel well..” Pieck tried to play it off however, you shook your head and moved away. She turned her head slightly to watch you, seeing you lean against the counter beside her.

“Yes but, somethings on your mind obviously.” You could tell something was wrong but you weren’t sure what.

Your eyes met and her eyebrows furrowed down a bit with slight discomfort, this nausea wasn’t helping. “I’m… So..” She looked away to find the words, her hands gently placing down those socks.

You stayed quiet to listen to her open up, your head tilting slightly as you watched her move to place her hands on her stomach.

“I went to see Hange today about my sickness.” She started to explain, her eyes looking down.

You felt your heart drop slightly, surely this wasn’t anything serious. “Yeah? Let me guess, it’s a small stomach bug?”You made a lighthearted guess, moving away from the island to go get something to drink from the fridge.

Pieck clasped her hands together and took a deep breathe, her head lifted to finally look to you. “Do you remember what I said about our future?” She asked, confidently.

With a glass of water, you sipped and nodded. She nodded with you, “Hange gave me a quick check up and…” She trailed off.

You turned to look at her, concern showing through those eyes of yours. Those eyes she absolutely loved.

She smiled, “I’m pregnant.”

You felt the world around you both completely stop, your eyes widening in shock. “Huh?” That’s all you could muster up.

“Hange… Stated I was and for confirmation… I took a test…” She pointed behind her in the direction of the bathroom.

“I’m… We’re gonna have a pup.” She could feel her eyes beginning to tear up. Your mouth fell agape from the news, your eyes falling down to her stomach. “You’re messing with me.” You tried to call her bluff but her head shook as she moved her hands to her eyes to cover her tears.

Your heart raced with joy, your face beginning to warm up at the idea of having a family with this absolute gem of a woman.

“WE’RE GONNA HAVE KIDS??” Your hand placed down the cup and with haste, you enveloped your wife in your arms lifting her into your embrace. Her hands reach to hold your shoulders as you hugged her tightly, her giggle ringing through the kitchen.

Your reaction melted her worries away, your kisses helping further as you pressed them all over her face and neck. You gently brought her down and held her face to press one loving kiss to her lips, which she reciprocated with just as much love.

“You scared me, I thought you were dying.” You revealed, kissing her nose.

That thought was put to rest.

Her smile brightened at your excitement, “I know a great shop for chew toys and we’ll need those safe baby locks. Maybe, get something to cover the outlets in the house and I should start smoothing corners of furniture..” You started to ramble, Pieck just watched you talk, her smile never fading at your ideas.

“What about a room for the child?” She asked, your eyes lighting up at the thought of a baby room.

“I am willing to move houses for you.” You stated, lifting her hands up to kiss them.

Pieck just wanted to fall in love with you all over again, she could remember every feeling before you both started dating.

Now, you both were going to have something that proved your love to one another. “You would?” She questioned, your head slightly bent back in disbelief that she would question your love.

“Of course. You’re everything to me, Pieck. I want you and our baby to be comfortable. I want our family to thrive and grow.” You held her hands close to your chest and you declared your future to her. She stared longingly into you as you drew out your future together.

“I want us to have holidays with all of us wearing matching sets, I want to come home and see you both sleeping on the couch together.” You wanted everything to do wit her, nothing without her was worth it. It was obvious to miss your love for her.

“Even if they end up like me?” Pieck asked, worried that you may not understand the hardships of having a pup.

“I want everything with you, Pieck. I don’t care if our kid comes out with two tails and a third arm. It’s ours.” You expressed with a smile.

“If it’s yours, I don’t care if our fences end up completely trashed.” You finally added and soon was met with Pieck throwing herself onto you to kiss you deeply.

You caught her and leaned back, hugging her waist to keep her pressed to you. Her hands held onto the sides of your head as she titled her head to return all the love you gave her from just your words. It was enough to almost knock you both over.

Once your lips parted from one another, she hugged your neck. Her nose nuzzled against yours as a sign of affection, her fingers combing through your hair. “I love you.” She whispered to you, tears slipping from her eyes from how overwhelming this was.

In a good way.

You giggled, kissing her nose.

“I love you, Pieck.”

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 2

Welcome to the second chapter! As I've said before, this whole story is gonna be a bit long winded, so hopefully you're all in for the long term, hope you enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls from England ended up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 2133

Warnings: Swearing

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PART 1: Chapter 2 -

I should've stayed in bed.

The Song Thrush has brown upper-parts and black-spotted cream or buff underparts. Its distinctive song, which has repeated musical phrases, has frequently been referred to in poetry.

I let out a groan as a hand tapped me repeatedly on the shoulder. I waved my arm about, eyes still shut tight until the onslaught stopped. Then came the unfortunate sound of curtains being ripped open.

“Girlie get the fuck up.” I heard.

Letting out more groans of complaint I rolled over away from the light as it poured into the dark room, only to be met with a wad of paper in the back of the head.

“Kate.” They said.

Now somewhat awake, I rolled back over and leant up on my elbow to face the perpetrator.

“What-?” I croaked in confusion.

Said perpetrator was glaring at me with wide eyes, sat on the opposite bed, arm still outstretched from throwing.

Looking down at what assaulted me, I picked up a leaflet, the front a picture of a waterfall, with the title ‘Magic of Ullswater’ printed in a bold white font. I looked back at Kay still perched on her bed, surprised that she was willingly conscious at this time of day, until I remembered our schedule.

“Ah,” I guiltily scrunched my face in realisation, “was this today?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, pointing at the glaring number on her phone. “And it’s already seven!”

“Don’t worry, I’m up” I rolled out of bed and swung open the wardrobe doors, grabbing what I needed before heading to the bathrooms to freshen up and get ready. Within twenty minutes I was back in the room, halving my normal time since Kay being up this early meant she was truly determined to execute what she had planned. On an average day you wouldn’t see her fully awake until at least ten.

After a quick breakfast in the canteen, we went back up to ensure everything needed was packed and ready for today’s hike. After all, going to see the waterfall was one of the main reasons we had gone. You mention rocks to Kay and she is there.

We laced up our walking boots and headed outside, up the path until we reached the edge of the road where the shuttle bus dropped us off days earlier. The weather had changed for the better, the temperature hiked up to a comfortable twenty two degrees accompanied by a blue sunny sky. Perfect for today’s plans, where only summer clothes were required.

I wore my cream vest top tucked into my baggy olive green trousers, and a thick brown belt looped through, with a loose fitting chunky white cardigan left unbuttoned over the top, and of course my favourite white floral patterned socks.

Kay on the other hand, was in her cargo trousers, along with a grey cropped vest top and a thin zip up hoodie tied around her waist. Unfortunately Dr Martens and platform crocs weren’t the most suitable shoes for hiking, lest you want your ankles broken, so were replaced with hiking boots, and obviously waterproofs were packed away in our rucksacks just in case. As lovely as it was, you can never trust British weather.

Eventually, the local bus slowed to a stop. Sifting through my pockets I pulled out and counted up what loose change I had, handing it over. After stating our destination and receiving our tickets, we headed to the back of the relatively empty bus, which was surprising considering it was the middle of summer. We both placed down our rucksacks and sat on either side of the aisle, propping up our feet on the other seats. With a groan and a jolt, the bus’s engine sprang back to life, and begun its journey down the road, over the vast rolling hills.

“Hey.” I looked away from the window at the sound of Kay speaking, “Did you remember to bring the passes?”

I leant back in mock offense. “Of course.” I retorted. “Must you deem me that unreliable??”

She snorted at my reaction. “Well you forgot what day it was earlier, so I had to double check.”

I deadpanned at her, reaching into my bag to procure two sheets of paper, shoving them up at Kay so she could see the print. “I double checked at least ten times, after all this saves us the twenty quid entry.”

Kay sat back with a quiet sigh of relief, whilst I safely tucked the papers back away. Looking back, I asked her which part of the trail she wanted to visit first.

Her eyes darted around as they narrowed in thought.

“The waterfall.” She declared. “You’ve been before, is it close to the entrance?”

“Somewhat.” I answered as I picked at my lip. “Within a fifteen-ish minute walk of the car park.”

“As long as you actually remember where to go.” She taunted, before laughing at my frown. “Cuz I wanna see some stratification.” She said eagerly, tapping on what looked like a diagram in the book laid on her lap.

“Well as long as you don’t start licking the rocks as soon as we get there, otherwise you’ll scare the children off.” I tormented, ducking down giggling as the book was launched at my head.

Soon enough, we arrived, and after proving to Kay that I actually knew the route, we followed the continuous thunder until we reached the 65 foot waterfall, now towering ahead of us. Kay jogged ahead, eager to reach the moss covered bridge that curved over the deep ravine that the water had carved into the rock. At halfway she stopped to lean over the fence, facing down into the narrow abyss of water below, tilting enough to the point where her legs began to lift from the floor.

“Oi!” I cried, jogging to catch up. “You can’t swim, so if you fall, don’t think I’m going in after you.”

“Are you a lifeguard or not?” She pointed out incredulously, leaning further over in a taunting manner. “It’s literally you’re job to go after me.”

“Well it’s not like I’m being paid right now to do so.” I answered as I caught up to her. “Pay me my hourly rate and then I’ll think about going after you.”

She scoffed in disbelief at my audacity before her attention returned to admire the waterfall before her.

It wasn’t long before a high pitched trill from above caught my attention. Raising my head, I stared at the dense foliage above me, watching as it churned ever so gently with the calm summer breeze. I squinted my eyes at the flickering dapples of light that peeked through the leaves, until my attention focused on a singular bird nestled in between the gentle chaos all around.

‘A song thrush!’ I realised, recognising the bird’s brown feathers and white speckled underbelly. I watched with intent as it flittered between the treetops. Taking out the polaroid camera I was gifted for my birthday, I took as many pictures as I could before it darted away and disappeared into the trees beyond the footpath.

My eyes followed said footpath and from a distance, I managed to make out a clearing bathed in the scattered beams of the midday sun. Storing the now printed pictures in the front pocket of my bag, I poked Kay’s shoulder and pointed to what I could see.

“How about we have lunch down there?” I suggested, remembering I had managed to bring the picnic blanket this time.

She nodded in agreement, and we both made our way over. After decided what was the sunniest spot, we laid out the blanket and sat down, putting out the food we were able to fit in our bags.

“That bird.” Came Kay’s voice, half muffled by her hand that was hiding her mouthful of sandwich as she spoke. “What was it?”

I swallowed what I could of my own sandwich before replying, figuring that she most likely heard the shutter of my camera.

“A song thrush, according to some article I read a while back they’re quite common round these parts”.

“I didn’t know you birdwatched?” She pondered.

“I did quite a bit when was younger. To be fair though, I only recognised it because of The Hobbit.” I admitted.

Kay’s eyes widened in realisation, and we both pointed at each other with a grin. “Of course!” She laughed, before turning back to her sandwich. “When the thrush knocks!”

“Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.” I recited without a stutter.

Kay lowered her sandwich and turned back towards me slowly, side-eyeing me with a face of suspicion. I side-eyed back.

“Your short term memory should’ve taken that in and flung it out the other side.” She disputed.

I frowned.

“And you didn’t even mess up the words once.”

Side-eyeing her once more and slowly brought my phone to my face. She glared in even further suspicion as I began to furiously type away at the keyboard. Within seconds she had enough.

“Ok what the fuck are you typing over there.” She demanded, discarding her sandwich, and speeding across the blanket to stare over my shoulder and began to read aloud. “Kay is anti-mental disorde— ??? I’M NOT DISSING YOUR ADHD???? NO. DON’T SEND THAT TO THE GROUPCHAT. KATE. SWEAR DOWN I WILL— NO! TAKE YOUR FINGER AND PRESS DELETE RIGHT NOW. NO NO NO. ROXIE WILL EAT ME ALIVE. DELETE THAT SHIT. NO. COME BACK.”

I cackled as I leaped up and ran the length of the clearing, watching as she scrambled up in a frenzy after me. I felt a buzz from my phone and held it up in front of me to read aloud any replies from the chat, interrupted every so often by Kay’s aggravated screams of frustration.

She chased me around the grass, until we both collapsed back on the blanket, too exhausted to carry the conflict further. She pointed her finger at me accusingly.

“You better delete it.” She managed between heaves. I held out my hand expectantly.

“That’ll be ten pounds.” I requested with a grin on my face.

“Oh, piss off.” She groaned exasperatedly, shoving my shoulder as a laughed.

Squabble over, she rolled over to pick up and return to the geography book she read on the bus. I did the same, but with The Hobbit, that I had coincidentally decided to pack for the day’s trip.

Later, we packed up the picnic and explored the forest for a few hours, wandering off the path a few times to look for rocks or plants.

A chilly breeze blew past and I checked the time, seeing the numbers on my phone screen tell me that it was time to turn back around.

“Hey Kay,” I called, receiving a loud “YEA?” from the bushes behind me, “we should think about heading back, if we wanna make it to the canteen for tea.”

She agreed, standing up from where she was crouched over a small stream, most likely looking for some type of mineral deposit, or whatever she was reading about in her book earlier. Slinging our bags back over our shoulders, we both began to make our way back down the path, dodging the jagged roots and rocks. A short while passed before we reached the clearing we had eaten in earlier, the opening in the trees showed that the sky had begun to change colour, causing us to quicken our paces slightly to ensure we wouldn’t get caught out in the wilderness at night.

It wasn’t long before we were back at the waterfall, and we began our crossing of the bridge before Kay slowed down again like last time. I slowed too, and we both stopped in the middle to spend a moment, taking once last look at the towering waterfall, now bathed in the orange light of the evening’s golden hour.

A familiar chirp rang out through the trees, and I spun around, scouring the branches above me.

There it was again! The song thrush had reappeared, illuminated by the glow of the lowering sun. I crossed the width of the bridge to watch it as it chirruped and trilled its final song of the day. Eventually the swaying branches and fast movements of the fluttering creature caused me to lose sight of it. Kay’s footsteps sounded behind me as I heard her wander across a few steps, before quickly falling silent again. The thrush’s song came to an abrupt stop at almost the same time, and without a second thought, I decided it was time to keep going.

“Alright,” I declared, turning back towards Kay and the waterfall, “let’s go before—”

I blinked in surprise.

Looking around with widening eyes, panic and dread began to settle in my stomach as I came to the dreadful realisation.

Kay was nowhere to be seen.

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Deep Night Ep 1 Thoughts

I tried to start watching this about two hours ago but then my sister called and then I had to run to the store for some pain meds. They really should invent a me without a headache. Anyway I got my meds, a cake, and about a million beverages so I guess it’s time to start. Episode 1: Headache Nation under the cut because boy oh boy did I ramble

Oh this is only 8 episodes? I thought it was 12. This works for me. I do love a good solid 8 episode long show.

*eats pickle* damn they got aerial boys. More of this everywhere please?

Already obsessed with the music. Do you know what gets me every time? Strings. Just listen to the build up they do. Ughsjsjskdjwkd I love string instruments

WHO sings this opening??? I am OBSESSED with their voice. 

Oh to be a beautiful lady in a skintight bodysuit doing aerial tricks by a giant window in a very yellow room. I might be in love with her. I don’t care if she ends up being evil or something. I love her. 

I know its not exactly the same but every time I hear host club I think of them:

Boy take the cookie! Free cookie! I wish I was a hot boy in a BL that was being offered homemade baked desserts. I just remembered I bought a cake. I must pause to go get a slice or I won’t be able to forgive my man for this:

Do I see…a ql character…with glasses???? Gonna need to add this boy to my spreadsheet. Anyway he better keep them. No one spoil me. 

Wait I have the opportunity to do something very funny. To me and to only me. I also bought a bottle of sparkling cider. The best non alcoholic beverage. So I’m gonna drink this straight from the bottle while these boys are stuck getting drunk with actual alcohol at this club. Okay note to self. In the future, open the sparkling cider over the sink. Why are you more adept at opening champagne?

Ooohhhh rivals. Academic rivals. All these business statistics are too much for me. But I’m intrigued. I actually think these two would make good business partners. Perhaps. Could be wrong.

I should probably start learning names. So far all I know is Japan. And also that he’s my favorite. *eats chip*

The music is trying to tell me things are serious but I don’t care enough yet for things to be this serious.

Oh a grandiose staircase. I want a grandiose moment on those stairs. But I want to be wearing sweats and be as unserious as possible. Those stairs have obviously seen far too many serious moments. Those stairs need to see some whimsy. 

I do not think I like Khem. At least not yet. I like Japan and Khem’s mother. I bet Khem will grow on me. But right now he kind of irks me. 

Did Khem show up to this club in a cardigan??? Are cardigans fine at clubs? Where can I find that cardigan I want it.

I am OBSESSED with Khem’s necklace. I am not a big jewelry person but this necklace is absolutely working for me. I mean look at it! The way it rests on his clavicle (I think thats what it is don't look at me) but it draws your eye down to his chest where the shirt under his cardigan is hiding his body but the unbuttoned top button of the cardigan is wanting to show more. Maybe cardigans ARE club attire. But only with that necklace and only on this boy. 

Why does this woman want Khem to live with her? I hope the show helps her remove the stick up her ass. Though I’m not sure the actress can pull off the stern character she’s portraying. It makes me take her a little less seriously and I don’t know if that’s intentional or not. 

Ah I see some fantasies ARE universal. Someone remind me when I’m done watching to reblog gifs of this kiss. Also want to point out how much I love the music in this scene. The whole thing absolutely and incredibly gorgeous. Actually obsessed. Stunning. Everything stunning.

I would like to give Japan a hug actually. 

I’m in love with Khem’s mother. Outta my way gay boy I’m about to become your step parent. 

Me vs. street noise. Who wins? The answer is street noise. Every time. Not even hiding in my hoodie helps.

The GUFFAW that came from me when they show Khem as a valet? Oh they say traffic assistant. I am in LOVE with his mother. 

Either these shows need to stop showing me food or I’m gonna need to make a trip to Thailand because that looks so good. 

These sound effects are SENDING me.

Damn right boy. Get paid. Get that bread. I love him. 

A LAPSIT? In the very first episode? More likely than you’d think. 

This soundtrack reminds me of the Life is Strange soundtrack at times and that is my favorite game soundtrack of all time. 

Okay episode 1 done. I really enjoyed it despite all of the interruptions I dealt with. Time for episode 2! I do not know if I’ll watch more than the first 2 episodes today but I am very excited to keep going. 

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hiii, i hope you’re having a great holiday. can i request for a smut fic where he has a daddy and butt kink 😋 thank u if u do it!

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“Perfect!” You exclaimed, checking your reflection in the mirror.

Your best friend’s birthday was coming up and since she loved the ‘90s, you came up with the perfect ‘90s themed birthday party. It took you days to hunt down all the components but now you had the perfect party outfit complete.

From the blue and while plaid mini skirt, the fitted button down shirt with the preppy cardigan on top to the chunky loafers with the knee-high white socks. As you looked in the mirror, you had to admit you looked like an extra in Britney Spears’s Baby One More Time video.

Giggling, you grabbed two scrunchies and put your hair in pigtails. Admiring your master piece, you were completely unaware that Jay had returned home and was watching you, casually leaning against the door.

“Hey! You’re back!”

“Yes. What’s this?” He pointed at your outfit, smirking.

“Did you forget already? It’s for my friend’s birthday party on Saturday!”

“Right. Do I need to dress up as Justin Timberlake then?”

“Only if you want!” You slowly approached him, putting your hands on his chest. “Or you could be the strict headmaster.” You concluded with a little wink.

“Why? You’re planning on being naughty?”

“Maybe.” You teased, slowly unbuttoning your cardigan.

You turned around, bending down in front of the bed until your ass was visible, folding your cardigan neatly. Jay grunted when he saw you had no panties on.

He came up behind you, grabbing and spanking your ass, while you giggled like a schoolgirl.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. But you’re about to!” He turned you around, locking eyes with you, softly brushing some loose strands of hair off your face before he pushed you down until you were squatting in front of his growing bulge.

Keeping your eyes on him, you watched him getting rid of his pants and boxers until you came face to face with his hardening dick.

“Now be a good girl and make daddy happy.”

Doe-eyed, you nodded and took Jay’s dick in your mouth, making excessive slurping noises, all while never taking your eyes off each other.

“Does daddy like this?” You asked with an overly sweet voice when you released him to catch your breath.

“Mmmh, feels so good.”

He helped you to your feet and guided you across the room to the lange windows. Your apartment was on the 14th floor of a luxurious apartment building overlooking Han River. He turned you around so you could admire the view while he peeled the clothes off your body, his fingertips electrifying your skin.

You saw his reflection in the glass as he slowly took off his shirt, lining his body perfectly with yours. His hands grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head back while your exposed breasts were pressed against the window and your round and juicy butt stuck out pressed against Jay’s hard dick.

The tip of his dick poked your entrance and you arched your back even more, desperate to feel him inside you.

“Please, daddy!”

“What’s that?”

“Please, daddy! Fuck me!”

He sank his hard and dripping cock inside your warm hole, pumping mercilessly while checking out your reflection.

“Do you like what you see?” He asked in hushed tones when he caught you checking yourself out in the window’s reflection. 

Your cheeks were flushed and little droplets of sweat had formed on your skin.

“Yes.” You answered obediently. Jay spanked your ass some more, until you were sure that the mark of his palm on your skin would take at least two days to vanish.

Jay took the carrot-and-stick approach literally, spanking you, then softly caressing the sensitive skin on your ass. When you went quiet, he turned you around, so you were face to face, scanning your eyes for any sign of discomfort. 

“You’re okay, doll?”

You nodded, eyes hooded, filled with lust and desire. 

“Yes, daddy.”

He smirked, and sank his dick inside you again, this time pressing your back and ass against the cold glass.

For a moment you panicked about the possibility of anyone seeing you like this since your building was surrounded by equally high rise buildings. But then the thought excited you. You wished someone would look out their window right now, see your naked body pressed against the window, see Jay naked and sweaty, fucking you relentlessly. 

“Daddy, please!”

“Please, what? Use your words!” Jay replied irritated.

“I’m so close!” You said closing your eyes.

You could see Jay smirking and placing you back on the floor, turning you back around and releasing his cum on your bruised ass.

“What? Nooo!”

“That was your punishment for being too greedy, doll! If you’re a good girl, I might please your needs later.”

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Heist hijinks: Lost and Found

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Length: 1,749 words

Read time: 7 minutes

Content warnings: injury, embarrassment.

Note: no sexual themes or content.

A shadow came over the pod as the impromptu rescue team came in to land where it could nearby. It was about four times the size of the pod and triangular in shape. A stealth craft. The doors open and a ramp slid out to allow its occupants exit.

Out stepped Iggy and Nullian. The two young men were equally tall, though Nullian had considerable bulk on his lanky counterpart. They approached the pod cautiously as if it might decide to rear up and bite them. They heard movement, a shifting on debris, and Nullian stepped back, ready to run or fight whatever decided had taken up residence inside the crashed pod.

Out crawled Ella. She knew it was safe because she recognized Iggy’s tattered old doodled on boots. her dress was filthy, her hair was tied up with a starry bow that Iggy swore he saw before, but not on her. Her face was still wet from crying, and she moved strangely, leaving to one side and not quite limping as she clutched to her side.

“Ella!” Both men shouted in unison and rushed her.

“Careful I’m hurt!” She warned, hands still on her side.

The two of them skidded to a stop in the soft soil. “Hurt how?” Iggy asked in a concerned almost parental tone.

“My side hurts really bad. It’s hard to breathe. I’ll be fine but don’t touch me.”

Nullian had started openly crying “I’m so glad to see you alive! I thought I killed you!” He sobbed.

“I’m fine! I’m okay! But I think Cadence needs help they’re hurt real bad and keep kinda fading in and out.”

“Wait, what?” Nullian blinked “Cadence is with you?”

“Whoa, hold on, how did Cadence get mixed up in all this? What happened? Wait, no, priorities, where are they?”

She pointed at the wrecked pod.

Iggy walked over, brushed the glass over to clear a spot with his foot, then kneeled down to look through the smashed front windscreen that peaked over from below the pod. He saw Cadence propped up sitting against the back wall. Their head sagged to the point their chin touched their chest, their cardigan and dress shirt were both unbuttoned and strained dark red at the shoulders, the sleeve of one arm was partially shredded.

Wide eyed, Iggy looked back to Ella who had went to stand with Nullian then back at the scene before him. Were they still alive? Was Ella in denial and hanging out with a dead body all this time? He ventured forward, went to touch their face, hesitated, then covered his hand with his sleeve before poking them. They didn’t move.

“Hey buddy… you… you good…?” He leaned in, tilting his head to the side as if a different angle would give him a more concrete answer. “You still with us?”

He grabbed their arm to try and shake them a little, only to have them spring to life, hissing through their teeth and yanking their arm away before groaning.

Iggy jumped back like a snake just tried to strike at him, slamming his shoulder into the chair hanging from the ceiling in the process, the impact making him twist and fall.

Cadence blinked the blur from their eyes “Ignatius? Ignatius is that you? Goodness are you alright?”

“I’m fine I’m fine,” he said quickly “are YOU alright? You look like a zombie!”

“It was rough coming in, my landing skills can use some work. But hey, I’m alive.”

Iggy decided to skip over the fact they did not answer his question for now. “Can you walk?”

“Let’s find out together.”

They wobbled and shook as they slowly climbed to their feet. They used the wall and the hand Iggy offered them to pry themselves off the ground. They managed to get to their feet, more or less. They moved like a newborn deer as their limbs wobbled below them. Iggy snaked an arm under theirs and around their back to help stabilize them as they made their way out. They had to crouch to get back through the broken windscreen. Iggy covered the both of them with his leather aviator jacket to try and negate any cutting from broken glass as they shuffled out.

Outside Nullian was crouched at eye level checking up on Ella. When he saw the two of them emerge from the wreckage he straightened back up. With his free arm Iggy made a ‘round up’ gesture to signal they should go back on the ship.

As they climbed the ramp it was clear Cadence was having a lot of trouble keeping balance and Nullian watched them like a hawk. He knew that walk. The way their head kept nodding off every once in a while, the way half their body seemed to be uncooperative compared to the other, the terrible balance. That was the walk of a man who took one too many blows and was destined to die in his sleep. As he helped Ella along he mentally scrambled for what he should do, if anything, to help. Nothing came to mind, how could one fix internal issues? He wasn’t a doctor… but the B.S. Lucky had one on deck. He might be able to stop them from dying. “We should go ahead and take them back before we go for the other pods and get them to Dr. Locke.”

“Way ahead of you buddy. We’re taking them straight there.” Iggy nodded.

As they stepped inside Audrey cheered “yeaahhh! You’re alive!”

Everyone got up from their seats to surround her, rapid firing questions and concern, closing in. Nullian didn’t like that one bit, he held an arm out as of to shield Ella from the encroaching crowd.

Iggy waved his arm as if to dissipate smoke. “Hey now don’t crowd, I know you’re worried but you’re stressing the poor girl out.”

It was then the group noticed Cadence with him, with the way they were slouched and the aviator jacket covering them they weren’t immediately visible behind Nullian and Ella.

“Whoa what are they doing here!? I half didn’t expect Ella to actually be one one of those things now we have them?” Birdie inquired.

“It’s a long story…” Ella said as she stared down at her shoes.

“Man, getting mixed up in dumb intergalactic bullshit is your hidden super power.” Amy-lee jabbed.

“Hey! Language! We have double the amount of babies now then we did before!” Iggy berated.

Audrey stomped on his foot. “I told you! I’m not a baby!”

He clenched his teeth to avoid outright dropping Cadence on the floor.

“Okay! Enough of all this!” Cadence raised their voice. “I’d hate to be pushy but I’d prefer getting to a doctor sooner rather than later if at all possible.”

“You heard em’! Buckle up everyone! Also pick your travel buddy there’s going to be a lot of lap sitting this time around.”

Ella looked up at Nullian and took his hand “can we be travel buddies? I don’t think Cadence and I make good travel buddies. We’re better station buddies.”

Nullian smiled down at her “sure! We can be travel buddies.” He headed over to his seat, sat down, and she took a seat in his lap. He was careful bucking the two of them in, and kept an arm a few inches in front of her torso to avoid the buckles digging into any possible injuries.

Birdie crouched down in front of Audrey “want to be travel buddies again?”

“Not really, I want my own seat.”

The corners of Birdies mouth pitched down. well that hurt. “Well… I think I’m too big to sit on someone else’s lap. So looks like we’re stuck together.

“Ugh. Fine.”

The two buckled in but Audrey kept her arms crossed the entire time.

Iggy gently put a hand on Cadence’s shoulder. “Alright short stack pick a lap.”

“Oh, I was thinking it was best if I sat alone. I’m not doing particularly well and I’d hate to get blood on anyone.”

Iggy mulled that over for a few seconds before turning to Champ “alright big guy time to play Santa clause.” He declared before falling back and across Chance’s lap.

He jumped in surprise “Hey! What!?”

“They’re taking my seat so we have to double up.” He righted himself on the chair. It was awkward, Chance was a big bulky guy, all throughout school they tried to draft him as a linebacker for the local football team, he filled the entire seat and spilled over some. Meanwhile Iggy wasn’t a small man himself, he was the tallest of the group but thin as a beanpole. It was all gangly limbs and elbows as he tried to figure out the logistics of both of them fitting into the same seat.

The entire time Iggy squirmed to get comfortable Chance grew redder and redder. He’d had a crush on Iggy since day one and now he was in his lap and rubbing up against him. He kept his hands firmly on the arm rests of the chair as Iggy dug the straps out from underneath him and buckled the two of them in. His face was glued to the window to hide how flustered he was. This had to be some kind of test. The mantra of ‘don’t be creepy’ marched through his mind. In the reflection of the window he caught Jed with a hand clamped over his mouth trying not to laugh at them.

“Okay! Amy-Lee if you could help Mr. Boss lady to their seat we should be good to go!” Iggy declared.

Cadence scoffed at the notion they would need help buckling in. They had a decade on every other person in this cabin at least. They didn’t protest as Amy-Lee silently obeyed the request and buckled them in. Then, they blinked, and suddenly they were in deep space, no signs of the planet in sight, no shimmer and show of launching from an atmospheric planet, nothing. Like a section of film cut out of a movie and both ends connected back together like it was never there in the first place. Well, that was concerning.

Just like that they were heading back to the B.S. Lucky, half the crew happy to be alive, the other worried about how they would survive telling Oron they wrecked almost all of his pods. Either way, the mission was considered a net positive.

Path trajectory:

[To be continued]

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[tears-of-boredom]

dreamt of sinking into snow again. also something about a police officer who used a blue sports car as his on duty vehicle, and I wanted to kill him. also going to a new school with the same grade mates as my old one.

oh and also I was in a house yeah. my grandparents' house to be more exact but that didnt really matter. so there's two people covered in blood, they've been fighting. both have a giant wrench as a weapon. one who looks suspiciously like mad mikkelsen as hannibal lecter, their wrench is clearly old, colored red and grey. the other is just some random blonde dude, their wrench is clearly newer, colored a light gray. they're both beat the fuck up. they were fighting. im in the room as well, but I am certain that neither will attack me. a woman comes in. it's hannibal guy's girlfriend. blonde dude goes to clean himself up a bit, comes back. they're all civil for a bit, until blonde tries to, suspiciously slow, throw his wrench at the woman. hannibal has no trouble stopping him. hannibal threatens blonde, but at this point it is clear to me that they are just acting like this to lower the woman's guard. me and blonde step back for a bit as hannibal and the woman talk. he acts all loving. tries to get her to relax by unbuttoning her cardigan.

(lore drop: hannibal guy kills people yeah, his girlfriend knows this. his signature move is to unbutton a top the victim is wearing, before killing them.)

yeah so the woman realises what hannibal is doing and screams and runs for her life. i dont particularly wanna hear the sounds of her dying, so I go to find a place where I'll be least likely to hear it. blonde does the same, although i get the vibe that he only does so to stay out of hannibal's way.

and so the woman is actually quite good at running away from hannibal, probably because she knows his stragedies. for some reason neither of them exit the house during this chase. im lowkey rooting for the woman to win, just cause it'd be interesting to see hannibal lose for once. oh and at this point "winning" means beating the other up until they can't continue the chase. its clear that there is no escaping without conflict. i find a good enough spot to wait it out, and discover that blonde actually thought of the same place.

and thats the end.

[sinfulspencer]

Hii! 💕

To celebrate your milestone I would like to make a request hehe

Only angel: Softdom!Reader praising and worshipping Spencer after he filled out a little in the later seasons (give me some tummy love 🥺)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: spicy fluff (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: insecurities, body issues SoftDom!Reader, Sub!Spencer, lovebites, handjob, cum play

Words: 1.7k

A.N: I don’t think I’ve ever said it before, but I’m obsessed with Spencer’s tummy so this request was like… a cold glass of water on a very hot day. Thank you Foxy, hope you like this. And thank you to my girlfriend @sassymoon for beta-reading this.

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Sitting on the couch in the living room, I turned the pages of my book with my eyes settled on the black ink right in front of me. The sound of the rain hitting the windows of the living room encouraged me to keep reading, but I couldn’t ignore the loud huffs and sighs coming from the bedroom. 

I didn’t know what Spencer was up to, but by the sounds he was producing, something wasn’t going as well as he wanted to. He kept pacing around the room and then dropping onto the bed, because it squeaked under his movements. Then, he would get back up and whisper something under his breath. 

“Spencer? Is everything okay?”

He opened the bedroom door. “I’m trying on some clothes.”

Furrowing my eyebrows, I closed the book and placed it on the couch. “Why? Do you want to sell some of them?”

“No, I wanted to see if I could wear my old cardigans.” - Spencer answered, walking out of the room - “But they don’t fit me anymore.”

I couldn’t see him from where I was, so I left the living room to see what the fuss was all about. Wrapping my cardigan around my body, I followed the sound of his footsteps until I reached Spencer. He was standing in the middle of the hallway with his hands on his hips. 

Confused, I crossed my arms to my chest. “They fit you just fine, baby. What’s the problem?”

Spencer pointed to the buttons right over his belly, but I still didn’t understand what was wrong with it. The fabric was hugging his skin perfectly, just like I wanted to do at that moment instead of letting him go out with his colleagues. 

“This cardigan used to fit me two months ago and now I can barely close the buttons.”

Taking a step closer to him, I brought both my hands on his hips. Our fingers locked together as I looked down at him, noting the buttons straining to hold the cardigan. I didn’t see anything wrong with it, to me it looked just fine but Spencer was clearly bothered with that little weight gaining. 

“Clothes are meant to fit your body, not the other way around. If a piece of clothing doesn't fit you anymore, let it go. The fact that it doesn’t fit just means you’ve grown older, and time only made you better.”

Spencer released a frustrated sigh and I didn’t know if my answer was satisfying him or it was making it worse. I hoped it helped him because in my eyes, there was nothing wrong in how he looked. 

On the contrary, the sight of him in general made me fall in love with Spencer even more. 

“But if it’s that bad… take it off.”

I didn’t let him answer me because I immediately unbuttoned the cardigan, forcing it to open and show the skin I was dying to leave marks all over. If Spencer didn’t love his tummy, I was going to show him that it was worth loving and make it my mission to turn it into Spencer’s favorite body part.  

He didn’t say anything as he stumbled back inside of our bedroom, with my lips pressed to his neck and my hands scratching the delicate skin of his tummy. He didn’t say anything as he let me take off that navy blue cardigan and dropped it onto the floor. He didn’t say anything when I pushed him onto the mattress and settled between his legs, with my mouth covering his skin with kisses.

Spencer giggled, running his fingers through my hair in a pathetic attempt to stop me from tickling him. I wasn’t done, I needed him to understand how much I loved him and how his clothes weren’t nothing but just items who could just be thrown out in a matter of seconds. 

If those cardigans didn’t fit him, I was going to buy him new ones that would make him happier. 

“Don’t push me off, baby.” - I whispered, stroking his thighs with my hands - “And let me show you how pretty your belly will be covered in kisses.”

Spencer didn’t speak, simply giving me a nod with his head to tell me he was alright with everything I had in mind. Those honey-coloured eyes were focused on the sight of me, carefully pushing his trousers down.

I loved how he went completely speechless when my mouth touched his skin and his cheeks turned into the prettiest shade of pink there was. The power I had over him made me feel dizzy with desire, and I know it had the same consequences over him.

“You look breath-taking, baby.” 

As I traveled further down with my mouth, my hands reached for the part of his body that craved my attention the most. The combination of my lips drawing figures on his skin right above his belly button and my hands wrapping around his most precious part were enough to drive him, and me as well, crazy. 

His breath became uneven while I picked the pace of my motions up, craving to hear the pleasure dripping from his voice. I was rewarded by a chorus of whimpers and words that resembled my name, as Spencer tried to wiggle away from my grip and the kisses I was covering his belly with. 

His skin tasted like honey on my tongue. 

“A little weight gain means nothing but more parts of you to love.”

Spencer whined at my relentless wrist moving rapidly up and down his length, bringing him the same pleasure he was giving me by watching me, by craving me, by letting me love his body. He looked lovely with those peachy cheeks and his parted lips, staring at me with those brown eyes burning with desire. 

Trembling, Spencer pressed his hand behind my head when my tongue brushed right below the head of his cock. 

“Every single time an item of clothing won’t fit you, you’ll think about this moment.” - I uttered, dragging my tongue up from the base of his cock to his happy trail - “You’ll think about how I love your tummy and how hot it makes you look from my eyes.”

Spencer tightened his grip on my hair while my teeth dug into his skin hard enough to leave marks, followed by my lips closing around the same path of his skin and turning it into a deep, red color. 

“You’ll think about how good your tummy looks covered in hickies.”

He threw his head back while my hands didn’t stop their movements, driving him closer and closer to that peak. The pitch of his moans changed when my mouth lunged forward and left another mark right above his belly button, where the mark of one of the buttons remained. 

“You’ll think about me touching your pretty cock while kissing your sweet tummy.”

With tears in his eyes, Spencer struggled to look at me while his body shuddered under my ministrations. Every muscle in his body tensed while the pleasure in his body was getting higher, louder and stronger. 

I didn’t stop, using both my hands to bring him that pleasure he deserved. My fingers slipped up and down over the smooth skin of his length, while my mouth kissed the tender skin right above the base of his cock. 

“C-Close.”

I could barely hear him through the pathetic whimpers that left his mouth, but it wasn’t difficult to understand what was about to happen. I nipped at the skin of his inner thigh before looking up at him with a devilish smirk on my lips. 

Spencer looked ethereal on the verge of an orgasm.

His curls were splayed all over the pillow, his lips were parted open and his eyes were stuck on my face. 

“Come for me, baby. Let me see how good I made you feel.”

Spencer stared at the way my hands moved up and down his length, my thumbs brushing right above and immediately below the head just to give him that spark of electricity he needed to reach that state of euphoria. 

“I want you to come for me all over your pretty belly.” - I told him, hoping he would hear me through the sounds of his own sobs and whimpers - “Come on your belly and let me kiss it.”

Kissing his inner thigh again, Spencer’s breath grew heavier and his body shuddered again. His hands tried to stop me, to push me away but I wasn’t going to give up until he gave me what I ordered him. Spencer was not going to prevent me from cleaning up with my tongue. 

After all, I just didn’t want him to make a mess on the sheets. 

Just on himself. 

Watching me, mesmerized by the way my hands and my fingers were moving, Spencer called out my name before finishing right where I asked him to. Painting his own tummy with the results of his pleasure, I felt him relax under my touch even though his whimpers were still echoing through the walls. 

My mouth didn’t wait for him to relax.

I dragged my tongue all over the white stripes, cleaning his desire off his skin while leaving even more marks all over his tummy. Spencer trembled with his hands still ruining my hair, but he didn’t push me away. He let me cover his skin in even more marks than before, all different in shapes and colors. 

Spencer seemed to love them, and to love me giving them to him.

“Thank you.”

Straddling Spencer, I brought my hands up to cradle his face. “No need to thank me. You looked lovely two months ago and you still love just as lovely, if not more.”

It was difficult not to kiss him when he looked at me that way, with so much love and tenderness it almost broke my heart. I did nothing special, I just showed him that no matter how he looked, he was still the love of my life and my baby.

Clothes were just clothes, they meant nothing.

“Now I’m late.”

Laughing against his lips, I closed the distance between us with a long kiss. Spencer reversed our position, settling between my legs and stealing each one of my breath with more kisses.

“Tell them your partner was too busy worshiping your tummy and licking your cum off it.” - I whispered, slowly pulling away from his addictive mouth - “I’m sure your colleagues will understand.”

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[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

L’histoire secrète de la mer /// Chapter 2

Damn another chapter in a day. I'm gonna start posting this on AO3 for anyone who prefers that platform. In the meantime, enjoy! x

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Fili x oc/reader - Kili x oc (for this POV fic visit my navigation) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 1947

Warnings: Swearing

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Deep, quiet, and alone;

The Song Thrush has brown upper-parts and black-spotted cream or buff underparts. Its distinctive song, which has repeated musical phrases, has frequently been referred to in poetry.

Kate let out a groan as my hand tapped her repeatedly on the shoulder. She waved her arm about, eyes still shut tight until the onslaught stopped. Marching over to the window, I ripped the curtains open, the blinding light of the morning sun hitting her directly in the face.

“Girlie get the fuck up.” I pushed.

Letting out more groans of complaint, Kate’s face scrunched up as she rolled over away to face the wall, only to be met with a wad of paper that I aimed at the back of her head.

“Kate.” I said, exasperated.

Now somewhat awake, she rolled back over and leant up on her elbow to face me.

“What-?” She croaked in confusion.

I glared at her with wide eyes, before looking pointedly at the piece of paper I had aimed at her.

Looking down at her assaulter, she picked up a leaflet, the front a picture of a waterfall, with the title ‘Magic of Ullswater’ printed in a bold white font. She looked back at me with groggy eyes and messy hair as I sat perched on my bed.

“Ah,” She guiltily scrunched her face in realisation, “was this today?”

“Yes!” I exclaimed, pointing at the glaring number on my phone. “And it’s already seven!”

“Don’t worry, I’m up” She rolled out of bed and swung open the wardrobe doors, grabbing what she needed before heading to the bathrooms to freshen up and get ready. Within twenty minutes she was back in the room, and by some miracle managing to get ready in half the time. On an average day she would take at least an hour.

After a quick breakfast in the canteen, we went back up to ensure everything needed was packed and ready for today’s hike. After all, going to see the waterfall was one of the main reasons we had gone. You mention rocks to me, and forests to Kate, we are there.

We laced up our walking boots and headed outside, up the path until we reached the edge of the road where the shuttle bus dropped us off days earlier. The weather had changed for the better, the temperature hiked up to a comfortable twenty two degrees accompanied by a blue sunny sky. Perfect for today’s plans, where only summer clothes were required.

I wore my cargo trousers, along with a grey cropped vest top and a thin zip up hoodie tied around my waist.

Kate on the other hand was wearing her cream vest top tucked into her baggy olive green trousers, and a thick brown belt looped through, with a loose fitting chunky white cardigan left unbuttoned over the top.

Unfortunately Dr Martens and platform crocs weren’t the most suitable shoes for hiking, lest you want your ankles broken, so were replaced with hiking boots, and obviously waterproofs were packed away in our rucksacks just in case. As lovely as it was, you can never trust English weather.

Eventually, the local bus slowed to a stop. Sifting through my pockets I pulled out and counted up what loose change I had, handing it over. After stating our destination and receiving our tickets, we headed to the back of the relatively empty bus, which was surprising considering it was the middle of summer. We both placed down our rucksacks and sat on either side of the aisle, propping up our feet on the other seats. With a groan and a jolt, the bus’s engine sprang back to life, and begun its journey down the road, over the vast rolling hills.

“Hey.” I said, waiting for Kate to turn away from the window, “Did you remember to bring the passes?”

She leant back in mock offense. “Of course.” she retorted. “Must you deem me that unreliable??”

I snorted at her reaction. “Well you forgot what day it was earlier, so I had to double check.”

She deadpanned at me, reaching into her bag to procure two sheets of paper, shoving them up at me so I could see the print. “I double checked at least ten times, after all this saves us the twenty quid entry.”

I sat back with a quiet sigh of relief, whilst Kate safely tucked the papers back away. Looking back, she asked me which part of the trail I wanted to visit first.

My eyes darted around as they narrowed in thought.

“The waterfall.” I declared. “You’ve been before, is it close to the entrance?”

“Somewhat.” She answered as she picked at her lip. “Within a fifteen-ish minute walk of the car park.”

“As long as you actually remember where to go.” I taunted, before laughing at her frown. “Cuz I wanna see some stratification.” I said eagerly, tapping on the diagram in the book on my lap.

“Well as long as you don’t start licking the rocks as soon as we get there, otherwise you’ll scare the children off.” She tormented, ducking down with a giggle as the book was launched at her head.

Soon enough, we arrived, and after Kate proved to me that she actually knew the route, we followed the continuous thundering noise of rushing water until we reached the 65 foot waterfall, now towering ahead of us. I jogged ahead, eager to reach the moss covered bridge that curved over the deep ravine that the water had carved into the rock. At halfway I stopped to lean over the fence, facing down into the narrow abyss of water below, tilting enough to the point where my legs began to lift from the floor.

“Oi!” Kate cried, jogging to catch up. “You can’t swim, so if you fall, don’t think I’m going in after you.”

“Are you a lifeguard or not?” I pointed out incredulously, leaning further over in a taunting manner. “It’s literally you’re job to go after me.”

“Well it’s not like I’m being paid right now to do so.” She answered as she caught up to me. “Pay me my hourly rate and then I’ll think about going after you.”

I scoffed in disbelief at her audacity before my attention returned to admire the waterfall before me.

It wasn’t long before a high pitched trill from above caught Kate’s attention. Raising her head, she stared at the dense foliage above her, before spotting whatever it was and wandering outside my peripheral vision. The sound of a Polaroid shutter went off behind me several times, before going silent again. Within a minute, I felt a finger poke my shoulder, and I turned to see Kate pointing further down the path.

My eyes followed said footpath and from a distance, I managed to make out a clearing bathed in the scattered beams of the midday sun.

“How about we have lunch down there?” She suggested.

I nodded in agreement, and we both made our way over. After decided what was the sunniest spot, we laid out the blanket and sat down, putting out the food we were able to fit in our bags.

“That bird.” I tried to say, my voice half muffled by my hand that was hiding my mouthful of sandwich as I spoke. “What was it?”

“A song thrush,” Kate replied, swallowing her own sandwich. “According to some article I read a while back they’re quite common round these parts”.

“I didn’t know you birdwatched?” I pondered.

“I did quite a bit when was younger. To be fair though, I only recognised it because of The Hobbit.” She admitted.

My eyes widened in realisation, and we both pointed at each other with a grin. “Of course!” I laughed, before turning back to my sandwich. “When the thrush knocks!”

“Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.” Kate recited without a stutter.

I lowered my sandwich and turned back towards her slowly, side-eyeing her with a face of suspicion. She side-eyed back.

“Your short term memory should’ve taken that in and flung it out the other side.” I disputed.

She frowned.

“And you didn’t even mess up the words once.”

Side-eyeing me once more, I watched as she slowly brought her phone up to her face. I glared in even further suspicion as she began to furiously type away at the keyboard. Within seconds I had enough.

“Ok what the fuck are you typing over there.” I demanded, discarding my sandwich, and speeding across the blanket to stare over her shoulder and began to read aloud. “Kay is anti-mental disorde— ??? I’M NOT DISSING YOUR ADHD???? NO. DON’T SEND THAT TO THE GROUPCHAT. KATE. SWEAR DOWN I WILL— NO! TAKE YOUR FINGER AND PRESS DELETE RIGHT NOW. NO NO NO. ROXIE WILL EAT ME ALIVE. DELETE THAT SHIT. NO. COME BACK.”

Kate cackled as she leapt up and ran the length of the clearing, watching as I scrambled up in a frenzy after her. To my horror, she held it up in front of her to read aloud any replies from the chat, interrupted every so often by my aggravated screams of frustration.

I chased her around the grass, until we both collapsed back on the blanket, too exhausted to carry the conflict further. I pointed my finger at her accusingly.

“You better delete it.” I managed between heaves. She held out her hand expectantly.

“That’ll be ten pounds.” She requested with a grin on her face.

“Oh, piss off.” I groaned exasperatedly, shoving her shoulder as she laughed.

Squabble over, I rolled over to pick up and return to the geography book I was reading on the bus. Kate did the same, but with The Hobbit, something she always brought along with her religiously.

Later, we packed up the picnic and explored the forest for a few hours, wandering off the path a few times to look for rocks or plants. A chilly breeze blew past and I made the mental note to check the time soon, but it seemed Kate had already beaten me to it.

“Hey Kay,” I heard her call, and I replied with a loud “YEA?”

From the bushes behind me, she said “we should think about heading back, if we wanna make it to the canteen for tea.”

I agreed, standing up from where I was crouched over a small stream, trying to find a type of mineral deposit I was reading about in my book earlier. Slinging our bags back over our shoulders, we both began to make our way back down the path, dodging the jagged roots and rocks. A short while passed before we reached the clearing we had eaten in earlier, the opening in the trees showed that the sky had begun to change colour, causing us to quicken our paces slightly to ensure we wouldn’t get caught out in the wilderness at night.

It wasn’t long before we were back at the waterfall, and we began our crossing of the bridge before I slowed down again like last time. Kate slowed too, and we both stopped in the middle to spend a moment, taking once last look at the towering waterfall, now bathed in the orange light of the evening’s golden hour.

A familiar chirp rang out through the trees, and Kate spun around, scouring the branches above her looking for the Song Thrush she had spotted earlier, whilst I turned back around to take pictures of the waterfall.

I began walking backwards over the bridge slowly, turning back to Kate as she carried on staring up at the foliage. I went to call for her, but only managed to open my mouth and let out a single sound.

Before it all went black.

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[willkimurashat]

S4 Islanders Style and Aesthetic

Thank you so much for tagging me @mrsbsmooth !!!

I’ve never done those kinda things though, but I had loads of fun doing these, even if it took me all day lol😅

Obviously, I didn’t do all the characters, only the ones I could picture clearly🤷‍♀️

One thing to mention: the pictures aren’t meant to represent the characters themselves, just the outfit inspo/vibes!

Will

🌹Of course I had to do my boo lol❤️ it was actually kinda hard to find the outfits that I see them wear, probably cos I didn’t even know how to search for what I had in mind

🌹In my mind, Will gives off boho vibes. It defo fits with their free spirit nature and being artsy. But not, like, Rocco-boho, more like, fashion-boho. So anyways, loads of loose, flowy shirts, cardigan kinda things, jewelry, patterns and stuff.

🌹I think the game does mention he dabbles in makeup and he has earrings in the final outfit, but I wish they showed more of that though :(

🌹Will defo goes thrifting, that’s where they’d get all those retro/vintage clothes

🌹Also would absolutely check out “women’s” sections too because clothes are clothes - they don’t have gender, hello!

🌹On the other hand, I feel like Will doesn’t always just constrain himself to “style”, so he probably just wears whatever he “vibes” with lol

🌹Also, whatever’s comfy for his odd jobs/painting (but still shows off the tats - so tank tops, of course, as seen in the game)

🌹And to go further, I think his apartment is also that boho-industrial kinda style. I think he’s got loads of plants, blankets laying around everywhere, patterned rugs, his bed is probably just a mattress with no headboard, but there’s lots of pillows on it.

Najuma

🦇I really love Najuma’s design in the game, so I did her too:)

🦇Obviously loads of leather, spiked chokers, fingerless gloves – punk-goth kinda vibes

🦇Plus, leather makes her feel powerful, which she definitely enjoys (speaking from personal experience too lol)

🦇I think she usually wears tight clothes, to highlight her beautiful curves, but when she’s more casual, she’d probably wear, like, oversized band graphic t-shirts or something

🦇I think she’s also super into make up, so loads of bold looks

🦇And of course she has to top it all off with some kinda goofy accessory because how can you resist bat-sunglasses??

Angie

💗I drew her recently, so I wanted to do this for her too:)

💗Idk, to me, Angie’s like classic lesbian fashion? Like, loose, half-unbuttoned shirts, bonus points if they’re flannel/have funky pattern on them, maybe a tank top underneath. Sports bra 4 life, high waisted pants with a belt - that kinda thing? Plus, her gay haircut helps too

💗Also, I know she wears dresses in the game, but consider this - ANGIE IN A SUIT👀 hello?! Missed opportunity here!

💗I just think she’d look cool in a shirt (half tucked in, half unbuttoned, cuffed sleeves👀)

Anyways, that’s all I got:) I hope it was alright!

[drakenology]

Bully!Dabi laughing and making fun about a school girl big tiddies😳 it's as if the buttons on your uniform blouse are going to explode at any moment, and Dabi love make you feel bad about it

 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈

“baby, can you meet me tonight in detention?” 

MDNI

tw: non-con (yeah ik crazy right? i’m taking that out of my rules so feel free to request now.) , bullying, third year aged, mean!dabi, creep!dabi?, boobjob, cumplay, degradation, raw sex and public sex

A/N: hi hiii, this is a lovely request that I literally started writing as soon as I got it. Thank you nonnie for sending this in and as always enjoy!

You tried to keep them hidden whenever you saw him walking through the halls with his asshole entourage. But oversized sweaters, hoodies and cardigans never did the trick. Dabi always ended up seeing them, practically bursting through your school blouse after an administrator would yell at you to get into proper uniform. He was ruthless, grabbing your shirt and popping it open by the buttons to expose your large breasts. He’d laugh at you as you go to cover yourself up with the remnants of your blouse, poking and prodding at the exposed skin of your breasts. He’d pinch your cheeks as you become flustered, smirking and leaning in close to you.

“What? They were gonna come out anyways. Stupid tits were practically opening your shirt for you. Thought I’d give ‘em a hand.” He mocked, squeezing your breasts as he pinned you to a nearby locker. You snatch away from him and run away to the bathroom to fix your blouse, tears stinging in your eyes from the embarrassment of it all. The rest of your day was full of shame as everyone stared at your ripped blouse, administration granting you detention for violating dress code for the second time today. 

At the end of the day, you stay behind in class, watching as everyone chats their way out the classroom doors to return home for the evening. All the other students who were to stay for detention come trudging inside; Dabi included to your displeasure. You shuffle in your seat out of discomfort, pulling your sweater down further and holding it in between stern fists as if it were to fly up at any second to reveal your breasts to the whole class. Dabi winks at you after sitting directly across from you, softly mooing at you to insinuate that you were a cow. 

“I see they made you cover up those udders, fat tits. What were you thinking walking around with your tits hanging out? This is a school you know.” He says to you at a low tone of voice, talking not allowed in detention. You try and ignore him, scribbling on your notebook as you try and concentrate on your homework. Dabi sits slouched in his seat, writing something on a piece of paper and balling it up to throw it at your head. You glare over at him, the paper ball falling onto your desk in front of you. You open it and see that it’s a note. 

“Meet me on the roof, fat tits.” it read, hand-writing just as childish as he is. You roll your eyes and crumple up the note, standing to go to throw it in the trash. Dabi smirks, sitting up in his seat to raise his hand. 

“Yo, teach. I gotta piss. Can I use the bathroom?” He asks, chuckling to himself when the administrator grants him another two weeks detention for his foul language. 

“Ask correctly or ‘piss’ on yourself, Mr. Todoroki.” He spits, returning to his book. Dabi sighs, rolling his eyes before caving in. 

“Fine. May I please use the restroom, sir?” He asks once more, sarcasm dripping from his tone. He stands once he has permission, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll be waiting, utters." He taunts, poking your chest before walking out of the room. You sit for a while, stirring in confusion. Do you go outside to see what he wants or do you stay seated and let him wait for nothing. You sigh and raise your hand, politely asking to use the restroom too. The administrator, uninterested at this point waves you away and returns to his book. You shuffle out of the room and walk upstairs to the roof of the school where Dabi stood by the metal fences barricading the ledge.

"Ah. So nice of you to meet with me, fat tits." Dabi smirks, pulling you up to him by the arm. You groan, shuddering at his touch in disgust.

"What do you want, Touya?" You ask, folding your arms over your chest unconsciously; a defense mechanism you've picked up dealing with him over the years.

"Haven't you heard the saying? A guy who picks on you also has a crush on you." Dabi hints, pulling your arms away from your chest, lifting your sweater up to expose your pretty bra. You shriek, trying to cover yourself up again only for your hands to be pinned above your head against the wall. 

“So your excuse for treating me like shit is because you’ve got some sick crush on me?” You spat, yet unable to be completely furious as his lips meet yours in a hot and sticky kiss you can’t seem to shake. His tongue slips into your mouth to travel around inside, pulling away with a single string of spit as you pant. You hated him but, fuck, why did he have to be such a good kisser?

“You’ve always been my favorite little toy. Wanna know why?” He asks, leaning in to kiss and lick the skin of your neck. You stifle a moan, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he’s turning you on. 

“Why?” You choke, cheeks burning as his cold hands travel up the sides of your frame.

“These.” He answers, his hands pulling your breasts out of the cups of your bra, hissing at the sight of your pretty nipples. He takes one in his mouth, smirking against your skin when you start to moan helplessly. Your thighs press together as your panties start to soak with slick, Dabi noticing his effect on you quickly. 

“P-Please stop..” You whisper desperately, looking into Dabi’s crystal blue eyes with a mixture of lust and uncertainty. He grins, knowing deep down you want him too, whether you said it words or not. His hands travel up your thighs and between your legs, forcing them open to prod his fingers at the growing wet spot on your panties. 

“Heh.. I don’t think you want me to stop, do you? God, look how sloppy you are already.” He retorts, yanking your panties down and hiking up your skirt to further expose you. He reaches down to unbutton and unzip his own pants to let his length spring free, your eyes locking onto his bright red head as it leaked with pre-cum. 

“Help me out with this, will ya, doll?” He asks, hands caressing your face as you lead you onto the concrete ground. As you sat on your knees, your hands wiping away a stray tear that streams down your cheek. You pull out your breasts a bit further, taking Dabi’s cock in between them and stroking it slowly beneath your cleavage. Dabi sighs out, his head handing back as he ruts his hips upward to match your pace. 

“Fuck, just like that. If only you could see how slutty you look.” Dabi groans, voice slightly hoarse as you get him off with your breasts. You groan when you feel his cock start to throb against your skin, half of you disgusted and the rest of you turned on beyond belief as you watch him writhe in pleasure from the very breasts he teased and made fun of so harshly. 

“Fuck, stand up.” Dabi demands, practically yanking you up on your feet by your arm and pinning you against the metal fence behind you.  Not caring enough to prep you before, he pushes himself inside your weeping pussy; starting his thrusts at a brutal pace. You cry out, your moans echoing through the vast space of the empty roof of the school. Dabi’s hand comes up to cover your mouth as his hips moved faster, wet slapping causing him to groan.

“Ya like that, huh slut? Like being stuffed full at school don’t you?” Dabi asks, expecting an answer out of you after he uncovers your drooling and mewling mouth,“You’re mine. Say it. Tell me you’re mine.” 

“”M yours, Touya!” You gasp, feeling the delicious head of his cock brush against your favorite spot with reckless abandon as it blurs your reasoning. You feel your slick spill down your thighs as he ruts into you from behind, his balls slapping up against your swollen clit only adding to the sinful pleasure you were feeling. You almost can’t believe you’re being fucked by your bully on the roof as your hands cling to the metal barb-wired fence you were pinned against, feeling Dabi’s hands reach up and grab your breasts from behind to pull you back onto his cock with fervor. Animalistic growls leave his lips as he pinches and teases your nipples, huffing obscenities into your ear. 

“That’s right you fucking whore, take my cock like a good little slut.” He growls as he uses your pussy like he owns you, his cock throbbing inside you as he threatens to cum inside you, “Gonna make you mine forever, yeah? Sound good, slut?” You shake your head no, your body language telling a different tale as you feel your legs get so weak you can hardly stand on your own as Dabi holds you up by your neck. 

His hand squeezes around your throat as he cums thick inside you, your gooey cunt fluttering around his cock as you follow shortly behind him. You pant and sob as you come down from your high, Dabi continuing to use your pussy until every drop of his cum is deep inside you; even going the extra mile to scoop up whatever remnants of his cum that leaked from you with his fingers and shoving them into your mouth with a satisfied groan. 

“Now, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Dabi smirks, taking your panties from the ground and handing them to you with a smug look in his eye. You take them and slide them up over your legs and put them back on with a sniffle, ashamed of what you’ve done with him yet strangely satisfied as your cunt still clenches and throbs around nothing after the fact. Confusion stirs within your mind, your thighs trembling as you sat on the bench and watched Dabi walk down the stairs once more. 

After you wait for Dabi to walk back downstairs to the detention room, you follow behind shortly after, folding your legs as you feel Dabi’s cum start to spill out and onto your panties. He smirks over at you, leaning back into his seat as he passes another note to you. 

“Let’s do that again tomorrow, fat tits. You’re fun ;)”

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A Lick of Paint

Summary: Spencer has no idea his best friend is harboring a secret talent

A/N: This was is one-shot request from a little while ago! I hope you guys enjoy it 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Artist!Reader)

Category: Fluff & Smut

Warnings/Includes: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, riding, paint is involved (but it doesn’t go anywhere it shouldn’t), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 3.6k

Request: “Would u do one where it’s a fem!reader x spencer (smut or fluff what ever feels right) where they’re best friends and the reader is very private and one day spencer comes over to her apartment and sees that she’s a really talented painter/drawer/artist ? Thank u!!”

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He didn’t have a crush on her. No way. She was just his best friend, nothing more. Just his best friend who he thought about all the time, his best friend who he knew everything about, who he couldn't wait until tomorrow to see.

They got in from their latest case at half past midnight, he was a night owl, and he knew she was too, so why would she mind him showing up uninvited? He hadn’t seen her in 15 days and he probably could wait one more, but he really didn't want to.

Showing up at her door after 1am with a bottle of wine and some snacks he took a minute to run his fingers through his hair and straighten out his shirt before he knocked on the door. He could hear a rustling from the other side, and he could see the light shifting about beneath the door frame. So she was home, and she was awake, and he was trying to suppress his eager little smile.

“You can’t keep calling over this late Mrs. Warner! I don’t have any of your mail—Spencer!” she says it in a little yelp as she pulls the door completely open. And she's standing in front of him in nothing but an oversized button up shirt, her hair’s all messy around her head and there’s a little pencil tucked behind her ear.

He’s not really sure what’s going on but he’s sure that he likes it.

“Just me” he pulls his lips into a small smile and gives a tiny little wave with his free hand, shaking the bottle of wine in his other. “I hope I’m not intruding, we just got in earlier than I thought we would and I figured you’d still be up”

As he’s explaining she’s shutting the door slightly again, hiding her body behind it just a little. And even if he wasn’t a profiler he’d know she was uncomfortable, so he starts to shake his head.

“You know what, don’t worry about it! I can come back another time— or I can— I can give you some space if you need it? This was a stupid idea anyway, I should go— I’m gonna go!” he knows he sounds stupid, he’s a rambling mess but before he can properly retreat she’s swinging the door open fully again, reaching out for him and just grabbing him by the strap of his satchel.

“No Spencer wait! I’m happy to see you, I really am” she pulls him to the doorway, letting him step inside. “It’s just— messy? And you haven’t seen my apartment like this before” she’s rushing it out once he gets inside, placing her hands on his shoulders to try and spin him around before he can catch a glimpse of the state of her living room.

“Just gimme a second to tidy—”

“Do you— are you an artist?” he’s not even listening to her anymore, he’s completely fixed on the pages and sketchbooks all scattered around her living room. The sofa is pulled back to create space for the huge canvas that’s spread out all over the floor. Paints and brushes all lined up next to it.

“No!” she shakes her head, “Well not really, I just, I draw sometimes, and paint I guess? But it’s just for me” she’s still got her hands on his shoulders, trying to turn him around in spite of the fact that he’s already seen everything she was trying to hide. Or had managed to keep hidden until now.

“You never told me?” he just looks confused now more than anything, but his eyes are still blown wide as he starts to walk towards the area of the room covered in her materials.

“It’s really nothing Spencer, I didn’t want to tell you, because then you’d want to see, and then I wouldn’t want to show you, or I would show you, and then you’d hate it, and you’d just tell me you liked it to be nice, and I can tell when you’re lying Spencer, and I couldn’t handle that. So yeah, I didn’t tell you. But I haven't told anyone.” she’s not looking at him when she speaks anymore, her hands are just wrapped tight around her body protectively. This felt like she was so entirely exposed.

She had only kept two secrets from him all these years. Her art. And her unending infatuation for him. How could she not let him in when he showed up at her front door so excited, and looking so cute in his little sweater with his messy curls.

“Hey” he reaches out, placing a gentle hand on her forearm, coaxing her to unwrap them. So they fall to her sides and she feels even more exposed now. “If you want me to go, I’ll go. If you want me to stay, I’ll stay. If you want me to stand out in the hall while you hide all of this stuff, and then we pretend none of this happened, I’ll get comfy out there right now. But I just need you to know that I love you very much, and I’d support anything you ever choose to do. And I know what I want shouldn't factor in, but for what it’s worth, I would like to see some of your work— It doesn't have to be now! But just, if you ever wanted to show me anything, I’d love to see it.”

She can feel how earnest the words are, and she knew he loved her, but it was always so nice to hear it out loud, coming from those gorgeous pink lips. She wants to speak but the words feel like they’re almost caught in her throat when she looks up at him, she has to force them out.

“I’ll show you” she breathes, “I want to show you”

His eyebrows shoot up as she speaks, “I didn't mean— you don’t have to!” he rushes out as she goes to fetch one of her sketchbooks from the ground, handing it to him.

“I want to, honestly. If someones going to see this stuff, I want it to be you” once the sketchbook’s in his grip and out of her hands completely she walks away from him, going to sit on the ground next to the canvas. Right where she’d been sitting when he knocked on the door earlier.

Neither of them say a word while he goes through it page by page. It doesn't occur to her that she’s not sure which one she handed him until she can hear footsteps approaching her from behind.

When he sits down beside her he’s got the sketchbook open to a double spread and she recognizes it instantly.

“Are these drawings of me?” he asks, and it’s almost a whisper, like he doesn’t want to scare her. But she nods.

“Um, yeah. There’s actually a bunch of you in these sketchbooks. Your bone structure is just— I don't know— it’s nice to look at” his lips curve up in a small smile at that.

“You think I’m nice to look at?” he teases and she rolls her eyes,

“From an artistic perspective, you're interesting” she tries to walk it back.

“So now I’m just interesting?” he asks, a little smug now that he can tell she’s nervous.

“That’s not what I said!” he starts to chuckle then, closing the notebook and placing it down on the ground behind him.

“Relax, I’m messing with you, and for what it’s worth I think you’re nice to look at too. From any perspective” those few words make her forget where she is completely, they make her feel an entirely different kind of worry than the one she’d been experiencing earlier.

“And I love your work. You said you could tell when I was lying, am I lying?” he’s looking straight into her eyes as he speaks, and she can feel the way her heart is palpitating.

“No, you’re, uh, you're telling the truth” she shakes her head, but his eyes stay focused on her.

“What’s going on this canvas then?” he asks with a smile, and she breaks the eye contact so she can grab another one of her notebooks to show him some of the thumbnails she’d drawn for it.

“This is the idea, I think I need to practice it on something smaller though, just to get a feel for it” she explains as she points to the different shapes on the page, but then Spencer gets an idea.

“Use me” he says, and she just looks at him perplexed, “You said I was interesting, use me as your canvas?” he pulls off his cardigan as he speaks, rolling up his shirt sleeves to expose his bare arms.

“Spencer, I meant like, a smaller sheet or something, not your arm!” she’s laughing it off, mostly because being in close contact like that with him would probably break her.

“Well use my back then” he says it like it’s obvious, taking off his tie, then unbuttoning his shirt from the top, getting to the third button before she reaches out to stop him.

“You don’t have to do that” she says it with a laugh, like her heart’s not beating out of her chest from the little glimpse of bare skin she can see through the open part of his shirt.

He looks straight into her eyes as he speaks, “I want to.” the words settle in the air between them and they come to a silent agreement. Her hands falling from his so that he can undo the rest of his buttons, shrugging out of his shirt so that she can see his bare torso.

He sits like that for a second, awaiting instructions.

“Um, you should lie down on your front” she says, gesturing to the canvas laid out on the ground, “Wait!” she calls out as he moves to lie down, “You should probably take off your trousers? I don’t wanna get paint on them or anything”

It’s the truth really, but it still feels silly to say out loud. Luckily he just laughs a little and takes them off, but the little clinking sound his belt makes does something to her breathing.

By the time he’s laying face down on the canvas, his head resting on his folded arms, she’s got her materials all lined up next to her. She kneels down beside him, but as she's about to start it occurs to her that this is the complete wrong angle to start the piece. And she knows where she needs to sit, but she’s got no idea how to ask.

“Spencer— I can’t really— this angle is a bit, um…” she stutters

“Maybe you should sit on me?” he asks, uncharacteristically calm, maybe it was the way her voice kept going up an octave, or how fast her heart had been beating almost this entire time, but something made him realize that he wasn’t the nervous one here for maybe the first time since he’d known her.

“You would— You don't mind?” she asks before even moving, and he smiles to himself.

“How could I?”

With that she climbs in top of him, resting a leg either side of his hips. She’s painfully aware that the only thing separating them now is the thin layer of each of their underwear. But she pushes the thought aside as she gets to work.

Spencer’s quiet and well behaved for most of it, only remarking every now and again when the paint was cold against his skin, or when he had to move just a little. All in all she’s finished within an hour.

“Are you finished?” he asks, his eyes closed, relaxing beneath her as she worked. There was something almost therapeutic about the feeling of the brushstrokes against his skin. But he hadn’t felt one for 3 whole minutes now.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just admiring it” she says, “I’ll take a picture for you” she reaches for her phone, snapping a quick photo. Then she sits up off of him and he misses the weight of her on top of him instantly.

When he sits up she sits down opposite him, handing over the phone so that he can take a look at the painting that adorned his back. He almost couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. The delicate lines, the striking colors, the perfect hands that had painted it.

“This is��� I don’t even have the words” he says it in a hushed whisper, “I love it so much” she knows he’s telling the truth again, his eyes don't even look up from the screen to see her reaction, they’re still completely transfixed on the photo. When he does look up he’s smiling.

“Am I telling the truth?” he asks and she nods, but something about her nervous little expression, coupled with her sky-rocketing heart rate gives him the confidence he’s needed for years.

“What if I told that I’ve liked you for a very long time? Would I be telling the truth about that?” his smile is gone, instead it’s replaced with half-lidded eyes and softly parted lips.

For a second she’s not even sure if this is really happening, her eyes trail along his bare torso, taking in the tiny bits of paint that made it down his sides. When her eyes come back up to look in his own, still trained on her she can’t even speak, instead she’s lunging at him, pulling him in by the back of the neck and crashing their lips together.

She parts hers after a moment, allowing Spencer to slip his tongue inside, tangling with her own as his hands fly out to grab her by the waist, pulling her into his lap. When they break apart their chests are heaving, breathing ragged, staring straight into each others eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long” he gasps before his lips are on hers again, hungry and eager.

Her hands start to roam all over his body, soothing over the planes of his skin, digging her fingernails in every now and again, forcing a little moan out of Spencer each time. When he finally grows too impatient his fingers start to work open the buttons on her oversized shirt.

After a minute he’s managed to get them all open and he can pull the shirt apart. As it slouches off of her shoulders he can see her underwear, it’s mismatched and there’s something endearing about it. The fact that neither of them anticipated this. But that was probably for the best, if he knew this is what he was going to do tonight his nerves would’ve gotten the better of him.

His hands are on her immediately, grabbing her breasts over the light cotton fabric, squeezing them gently as he presses his mouth against her neck, planting soft kisses all along it. She takes the time to shrug out of the shirt completely, and his hands snake behind her to unhook her bra and pull it off. Exposing her breasts completely for just a second before his mouth is on them. Cupping one in each hand and placing rough, sloppy kisses all over the soft skin as she moans above him.

“Spencer” she says it with a little gasp as his lips wrap around one of her nipples, just the sound of his name tumbling from her lips was enough to make him hard.

“I need you” she whimpers, and he's gone, bringing one of his hands down between her legs, ghosting over the crotch of her panties to feel the damp patch that had formed there.

“You’re so wet for me” he breathes against her ear, pushing one of his fingers harshly against the fabric, right against her clit, forcing another moan from deep in her chest.

“Fuck, I’ve been wet since I climbed on top of you” she moans, “I was worried you were gonna be able to feel it” she says with a breathy laugh.

“If I’d have been able to feel this,” he says, rubbing small circles over her panties, “then you wouldn’t have gotten to finish that painting”

Once he takes his fingers away she pushes him down by his shoulders, finally straddling the other side of his hips like she’d been thinking about doing for the past hour, or past several years. But he lets out a small yelp of protest.

“The painting!” he says as his back collides with the canvas but she chuckles.

“Fuck the painting” she leans in planting feverish kisses all along the expanse of his neck, sucking and biting in spots so that they’d hopefully leave little bruises later on.

From there they both give up on trying to preserve any of the art on Spencer’s back. Within a matter of minutes it was smeared all along the canvas beneath them. Along with some of the paint one, or both of them, had managed to knock over.

He’s not sure exactly how it happened but at one point he grips her waist and leaves a blue hand print along her skin from the paint he’d managed to put his palm in. When she catches sight of it she just lets out a small laugh.

“I don’t care” she says, when he’s looking up at her with just the smallest hint of worry, “As long as it doesn't get inside me we’re alright”

Before they get too messy she sits up off of him for a minute, taking off her panties and using them to wipe off the little bit of paint that had somehow ended up next to Spencer’s bottom lip. He lets out a small gasp as she traces the fabric along his skin and mutters a tiny, “Good as new” in her sultry sweet voice.

And then her lips are on his again as one of her hands snakes down in-between them to pull at the waistband of his boxers, she gets them down far enough to pull his cock out so that it was right in front of her. He was already achingly hard but something about the size of if in her nimble fingers made him twitch in her grip, leaking from the head with the anticipation.

“God, the things I want to do to you” she gasps as she pumps him up and down in long last strokes, squeezing every now and again as he squirmed underneath her, “But right now I need you inside me Spencer”

With that she rises up on her knees, hovering over him and lining his cock up right between her legs. She takes a second to tease him, running the head through her folds, so that he could feel and hear just how wet she was for him. Once he looks like he can’t take even one more second of the teasing she lowers her hips slowly, sinking down onto his length bit by bit. Right until her hips were flush with his own and he was buried completely inside of her.

They both had to take a minute to savor the feeling. The way she was so wet and warm around him, so tight that he could feel the way she clenched around him. 

The way he stretched her out so perfectly, filling her up in a way that made her think they might actually be made for each other.

And then she starts to move, pumping her hips up and down, leaning forward slightly so that she can rest her hands on his flushed chest for support. She starts off slow, almost at a teasing pace, taking him in as deep as she could each time.

“You feel even better than I imagined” he mutters, his hands coming up to grab her hips, leaving another set of handprints in their wake. “So perfect”

She leans down a little further so that she can place a small kiss on his lips.

“God, you do to! Didn’t know it could feel this good” she moans without really thinking about it, and then she realizes it’s the truth. Something about the anticipation made all of this feel so much better than it ever had with anyone else.

With his hands guiding her now, gripping her harshly, she starts to move faster. Working up and down with more force, both of them panting and moaning desperately as they grew closer and closer.

He’d dreamt about it, imagined it, thought about it, more times than he’d care to admit. But seeing her now, on top of him with her lips softly parted, little whines falling out of her as she hit her climax, he realized his mind could never do this justice.

“Fuck! Ah— Spencer, I’m gonna—” her hips slow to almost a stop, working up and down still but with staggered movements as she rides out her high. Thankfully Spencer’s only a second behind her and she can feel the way he's spilling inside of her, filling her up completely. Then she collapses flat onto his chest, both of them are covered in a sheen of sweat that almost makes their bare skin stick together.

“You’re covered in paint you know” is the first thing Spencer says, his fingers tracing along her back.

“You’re one to talk” she jokes, dragging her finger through the streak of red paint that had gotten on his neck somehow.

Then he finally turns his head, looking at the spilled and smeared paint that lay around them on the once bare canvas.

“I thought you needed this canvas for that painting?” he asks, but she just looks up at him with a smile.

“I think this turned out better”

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