#lol I like to imagine the Traveler just hard staring at him when he said that with the most offended look for a sec

[blauequuleus]

Zhongli really said that right in front of the Traveler when Zhongli has stated before he knows who/what the Traveler is….rude man.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Ik damn well Rafe would lose his public decency if you guys went out and you wore a sundress, and so he’d purposely walk behind you to see your ass in the dress, standing at the beach? He pulls you into a hug to grab your ass, walking next to him, pulls you into his side and grabs your add, and then he hits it from the back 😭😭

STOP IM FOAMIMG AT THE MOUTH THIS IS SO SO REAL

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈

Masterlist

Mdni, 18+, p in v, slightly perv!Rafe, bathroom sex lol

Looking at yourself in the mirror with a small smile, you twirled around. Rafe twisted the Rolex on his wrist, calling your name from downstairs.

“You ready, baby?”

“Coming!” You shouted, grabbing your shoes and running down the stairs. He was looking the other way when you came down, giving you a quick glance when you walked in front of him and opened his car door.

The corners of his mouth twisted up as he watched you move, his eyes fixed on the curve of your ass and your visible thighs, watching the way they moved in the dress.

Just the sight had his mouth practically watering, he needed you.

“Where’d you get the dress from?” He murmured to you when he got into the car, watching you fix yourself in the mirror.

“Oh, you bought it for a me a little ago. But it’s been cold, and now that it’s not I can wear it.” You shrugged. “Do you like it?” You turned to him now.

“Yeah.” He rasped. He loved it, but he wouldn’t let you know that.

You smiled at him, he turned up the music to drown out his thoughts, and started his car.

He knew he would have a hard time resisting you in that damn dress.

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He got out the car, watching you quickly look out at the horizon and the sun. He went to the back, grabbing the towel.

You waited for him, walking beside him down to the beach. He pulled out his phone when it vibrated, texting someone.

“You can walk ahead. If you want.” He told you, he wanted you to.

“No, it’s fine.” A small part of Rafe was disappointed with your response.

“Sorry. Toppers on my ass about something.” He spoke, putting his phone away.

“Again?” You furrowed your eyebrows with a little laugh.

“Again.” He shook his head, a small smile on his face. You then began to walk onto the sand, Rafe and you both took off your shoes and walked to a spot.

“It’s so nice out.” You said, looking out again. He had a smile on his face, nodding and setting down the towel. When he looked up, his eyes travelled down your body, and once again, to your ass.

The piece of fabric did not keep his mind from wandering, he imagined pulling it to the side and taking you right here, on the sandy beach. While you still had it on, of course.

He pulled you into his side, the both of you staring out at the water. His hand traveled down, his hand over the flesh of your ass, and lightly squeezing it.

“Rafe!” You hit his chest.

“Yeah?” He asked, a smirk on his face, feigning innocence.

You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m going to walk for a bit. Do you wanna come with?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Course.” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets and walking over to you. You looked at him, with a smile.

He gave you a sweet smile back, but his intentions were anything but sweet. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.

He knew you wouldn’t mind anyways. You never did.

You both walking for a while, his eyes making their way down when you looked the other way. That dress on you looked good, too good.

Then, you both walked past a bathroom. No one was around to watch him pull you into a stall, the beach seemingly empty on this side. He shut the door.

“Rafe,” you whined when his hands flew to his zipper, and he was pushing you against the wall of the bathroom.

Thank God it was clean.

“Shhh…don’t wanna get caught, do you?” A cocky smile was on his face. You looked out, silently praying as you began to take off your dress.

“Leave it on.” He spoke, you furrowed your eyebrows but just obeyed, your hands now at your sides again. He threw his pants above a stall, not caring at this point.

He grabbed onto your body, turning you around. His boxers were now off, his cock laying on his stomach, the tip red and angry.

You knew what he wanted, you bent your body over and he let out a groan at the sight of your wetness soaking through your panties. He lifted up the dress, his hand going to your ass, landing a smack that made you jolt.

He rubbed the tip over your panties, but his teasing didn’t last long when he slid them aside, and slowly sunk his cock into your pussy.

You both letting out moans, his eyes never leaving your body and the pretty white sundress he had quickly become obsessed with.

“Shit, doin’ so good for me.” He groaned out, his ears being filled with the little whimpers and moans you let out as he rammed his cock inside of you.

[greg-montgomery]

Angry sex with the Unit Chief !! Go!!

(@ravensmadreads)

i loved this ideaaa <333

nsfw - minors dni

cw: jealousy, unprotected sex and umm a little bit of degradation lol, that's it i think <3

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

It should have worked.

JJ and Emily said it would, Penelope said it would, even Derek said it would. Aaron would see you flirting with a stranger and he’d finally snap. He’d finally let his interest in you show through jealousy. But he didn’t.

You had been practically grinding on that guy that you didn’t even like to begin with; dancing with him at the bar the team had chosen for the night.

But Aaron didn’t even flinch. He didn’t wrap his arm around you protectively like you had imagined, pulling you away from that man. He didn’t ask anyone if they knew who that stranger you were letting touch you was. He didn’t even stare at you as you danced. He just focused on the drink he had in hand and his conversation with Rossi.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the tears as you returned to your table, feeling defeated. It was your own fault for letting your friends convince you that Aaron was interested. As it turned out, that wasn’t the case. You could have given that man a fucking blowjob in the middle of the dancefloor and Aaron wouldn’t bat an eye.

“I’m gonna leave early, guys,” you announced. “Suddenly, my head hurts.”

“Hmm…all by yourself?” David teased you, obviously not knowing about your plan to make Aaron jealous, and assuming everything was real.

“Yeah…” you said. “Good night, everyone. I hope you have fun.”

“Wait.” Aaron’s hand wrapped around your wrist as you turned to leave. “It’s late. I’ll drive you home.”

“No need,” you said, irritated. “I’ll call a taxi.”

“No,” he insisted. “I’ll drive you.”

“Fine,” you gave up, releasing your arm from his tight grip.

--

“Walk close to me, it’s dark,” he said, as you made your way to his car.

You were in heels so it was hard to catch up with him. Plus his steps were huge because of those long legs of his that you were definitely not staring at.

“Then walk slower!” you argued. “And don’t worry, no one is gonna snatch me away. Not that you’d care anyway…” you mumbled the last sentence.

“What was that?” He stopped walking, turning his head to look at you.

“Nothing,” you answered, slowing down so you wouldn’t bump into him.

“I wouldn’t care?” he said, ignoring your response.

“Just drop it, Hotch,” you said, and moved passed him, reaching his car first.

You crossed your arms against your chest, waiting for him to unlock it, but Aaron was still standing at that same spot, frozen.

“I’m getting cold here,” you complained. “Are you gonna have me waiting outside of your car all night?”

His jaw clenched as his eyes traveled from your eyes to your shoes and then back to your eyes again.

“You should start working on that attitude of yours, you know,” he said when he was next to you, and opening the door of his car for you to get inside. “That’s not a way to speak to your boss.”

You didn’t say anything; only looked at him for a moment before getting in and settling into your seat.

When Aaron was inside the car too, you expected him to put the key in the ignition and start the car but instead he stared at his lap, looking as if he was contemplating on saying something.

“Why did you say that earlier?”

“Say what?”

“That I wouldn’t care if you got taken. Of course I’d care,” he said, raising his voice slightly.

“Yeah, sure. Your actions all night definitely showed me that,” you answered.

“What the hell does that mean now?” he asked, his knuckles turning white from holding the steering wheel too tightly.

“A stranger was all over me tonight and you didn’t seem to care.”

“You looked like you were enjoying it,” he said, his stare cold and angry. “What did you want me to do?”

“Anything!”

“Do you realize what you’re telling me right now? You wanted me to go stop one of my agents - outside of working hours - from dancing with a man they seemingly liked?” His tone made him sound exasperated.

“This isn’t about work! God,” you said through gritted teeth. “You don’t get it.”

“Y/N-”

“Just drive the car and take me home,” you cut him off.

“No,” he replied with a stern voice. He took a few breaths, trying to calm himself down.

“Did you want me to punch him? Grab him by the collar of his shirt and ask him to get his fucking hands off your body? Or touch you in front of him and show him how you really like it?”

“Aaron…” you said, softly, surprised by his words.

“If you wanted me to fuck you so badly, all you had to do was ask.” He used his hands to grab your chin and forced you to look at him. “You didn’t need to use a pathetic man to make me jealous.”

“You didn’t seem jealous.”

“Of course I was jealous,” he admitted. “I wanted to cut his arms off.”

“Then why didn’t you show it?” you pouted and his grip on your jaw softened.

“Because I thought you were actually into that fucker.”

“I wasn’t,” you said, dropping your gaze.

“I know that now,” he smirked, making you flustered.

His large hand was still on your face and he used it to pull you close, your noses now touching.

“You looked gorgeous tonight,” he murmured against your lips, not kissing you yet. “I can’t blame him for drooling over you.”

You were the one that finally moved your lips against his. Your kiss was desperate, being something you had both been waiting for, for a long time.

His fingers were grabbing your hair, pushing you against him. Then, with a fist full of your hair he pulled you away again so he could look into your eyes, causing you to whine. “You’re such a needy thing. I wish I knew you wanted me earlier.”

“I’m still mad at you, you know,” you said, with fake annoyance.

“That’s alright, baby. Let me fuck that attitude out of you and you’ll be okay.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, but felt his hand grabbing your arm.

“Come to my lap,” he ordered.

You stared at him before checking at his crotch, seeing a bulge in his pants. It made you smirk and you followed his order, making your way to his lap, straddling him.

He used his fingers to brush a few strands of hair away from your face. His touch was gentle.

“Hey,” he whispered. “If you don’t want this I’ll stop right now.”

“I want this,” you whispered back, cupping his cheeks. “What do you think I went through all this trouble for?”

He laughed, the dimples on his face making him even more attractive. A hand on your neck pulled you in for another kiss.

As the kiss went on, you rocked your hips against him, your clit brushing against the fabric of his pants in all the right ways.

“Ah…”

“That’s it, grind yourself against me like you did with that guy,” he said, darkly. “He would never make you feel as good as I can, baby. He doesn’t know you like I do.”

“It wasn’t like that,” you defended yourself, your words coming out as little moans.

“I know,” he said. Your dress had been lifted up to your ass as you straddled him, so his hands were free to touch your bare thighs. He squeezed them possessively as he spoke to you. “Only I can touch you from now on, isn’t that right?”

“Mhm…” you moaned and nodded, moving back and forth against him, knowing that you were about to cum in a minute or two.

“You’re allowed to be a little slut, baby. But only for me,” he said, his hands gripping on your ass, forcing you to move against him even harder. His moans from the pressure against his cock turned you on to the point where you knew you weren’t going to last for much longer.

“I’m cumming,” you whined and buried your face in the crook of his neck, humping his body even faster.

“I’m gonna cum soon too, baby. I need to be inside you,” he said and you rushed to unbuckle his belt and pull the fly of his pants down.

“Fuck, I wanna feel you so bad,” you said as you let him pull your panties to the side so he could put his cock in you.

“They’re soaked, angel.”

“Of course they are,” you replied, sinking yourself down, until your hips met.

Aaron’s hands cupped your tits, after he pulled your dress down roughly, not caring if he was ruining the expensive satin fabric. You didn’t care either.

“Move, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my dick, show me how you like it.”

You placed one of your palms against his chest and the other behind his neck, as you started moving; letting yourself go and enjoying every inch of him inside you, every wave of pleasure that went through your body.

“God,” you moaned, letting yourself fall back as you closed your eyes. “I knew it’d be good with you. You’re huge.” He was; you were feeling him in spots inside you, you didn’t think had ever been touched before.

“Keep going, my sweet girl. I love seeing you desperate,” he said, running his hands all over your body.

Your lips were soon on his neck, as you screamed for his name, your orgasm taking over your body and mind.

Aaron’s cum filled you up a few moments later, his heavy breaths against your ear making you excited even though you had just finished.

You rested your cheek on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. “It did work after all.”

[madstronaut]

TATS TATS TATS TATS (to the tune of Shots by LMFAO ft. Lil Jon)

tattoo au tattoo au tattoo auuuuu my beloved, one of my favorite AUs to read about!!!!!!!!!!!!!

alright I’m throwing a bunch of these fic rambles out now as I’ve got a busy season coming up for traveling off-site/pulliing long hours for work for the next few weeks but rest assured I have read all these july (and june…and may..april..march…etc etc) fanficowrimo fics a disturbing # of times and I will continue to do so during my mini work-related hiatuses  

Reading: Skin Deep by @rememberwren

first off the A/N at the beginning said “at least three nipples” and for some reason my brain went straight to chandler from friends havin a third nipple and thought i would also see a reader with a third nip 😂

also now that Ive seen this gif I can't help but see ghost+soap as military brit chandler & joey lmao

Her silky little tank top is drooping off of one shoulder, so you reach out and tuck it back into place.

i love this lil sisterly/affectionate gesture 🥰

“Oh no. No, no, no. Not Kevin. Not Kevin. Why, Kevin?” 

IT’S ALWAYS A FUCKIN KEVIN ISN’T IT (no shade to good kevins out there but most if not all the IRL kevins I know are little shitbags)

You deflate like a balloon, going limp and letting her drag you to the nearby free seats at the bar where you sit heavily.

nooooooooo I want to hug reader and pep talk her so bad here rn

...sipping at it and keeping your hand curled over the top of it protectively.

I both like and hate (that the need for this exists) this inclusion; club/bar survival 101

There is a personal instagram linked @GHOST89 but it is private when you try to click on it. 

hehehehe me also giggling as an 89 baby

The phone number your friend gave you rings straight through to voicemail…Groaning, you contemplate dialing him back when the phone in your hand rings—and it’s him. 

i guess my millennial is showin at the horror i felt at reading about answering a call from a strange #/stranger lol

All at once a shadow appears on the other side of the door. The shadow is enormous: well above six feet tall, and broad shouldered.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. And Ghost. 

aHAHAHAHA FUCKING SCREAMING AT THEIR IN PERSON MEETING I LOVED ALL THE DETAILS OF HOW THE READER & GHOST PERCEIVE EACH OTHERRR

He doesn’t laugh. “Everything. Is someone putting you up to this? This smells like Soap.” 

“What? No, of course not. I want this, I’m just, I’m an anxious personality. I promise.” You hesitate and then add: “I probably smell like soap because I showered this morning.” 

His mouth twitches. He leans back in his seat and sucks on his teeth, and you get the distinct feeling that he is trying very hard not to laugh at you.

LMAO I LOOOOOOOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS AWKWARD READER GIVING YOU A LIL MEDAL FOR THAT SOAP JOKE WRENNY

You do your best to express your idea, but your words feel halting and silly.

ah *pats reader’s arm* we’ve all been there lovey

pausing only once, when you say that you want this to be a sternum piece. Only then does his pencil seem to hover over the paper, his dark eyes seeking you out and pinning you in place on the armchair. 

He reaches for his tea to take a generous sip and then continues writing. 

first off I looove that ‘dark eyes pinning you in place’ line, if you have been on the receiving end it feels like being caught in a tractor beam just absolutely arresting knowing you’re at someone’s center of attention! but also fucking caaaaaackling seeing ghost attempt to keep his cool and be profesh imagining himself touching reader’s…sternum yes her sternum of course what else could he have been imagining- this is a christian blog writing about a 100% christian tattoo shop au you sick fuc-

How do you take pain?”  “I mean, it hurts?” you offer.  He stares.

😂😂😂

He’s handsome, in an odd sort of way. His brow is a little too low, his gaze a little too intimidating to be considered conventionally attractive, but you find him fascinating to look at, especially when he is so clearly in the throes of something he enjoys doing. It’s almost like watching someone have sex. The thought makes your face go warm.

oh I love this whole section…I think everyone is most attractive when they’re doing what they love/were born to do/fully themselves and in their element, and yes reader, it IS indeed so intimate to witness, akin to watching someone have sex indeed dw you’ll get your turn 🤭

He made them so the image would better fit the contours of your body. He made them because the ink will spread over time, and he wants the look to stay clean. 

His thoughtfulness touches you. 

🥹🥰

You didn’t tell me this guy was cute, you text to your friend.  GHOST? Cute? I’ve never even seen his face lol. He’s always wearing one of his masks. 

 sidenote shoutout to this bestie for connecting reader and ghostie🥰

Did it mean something that you wanted it to mean something?  

i am half in love with how relatable this reader is and her part curiosity bravery awkwardness cluelessness is absolutely endearing to meeee

Fuck the tattoo artist!!!! she says. Maybe he’ll ink you for free. 

lmao the feral bestie energy is immaculate (speaking as an IRL feral bestie)

Two days later, you squint blearily into the darkness at your phone after it vibrates on your nightstand. The time reads twelve past one in the morning. It’s from GHOST. 

hahahaha I would love to see this whole story from ghost’s perspective working his ass off to impress his clientcrush and texting her in the middle of the night GOD I LOVE BOTH THEIR ENERGIES

“Your tits are cute. Let Ghost see them.” 

#FREETHENIPPLE2024

You felt reasonably safe with Ghost, but still a degree of embarrassment about your own body. Or perhaps that was too strong a word—it didn’t embarrass you, but it felt private. Baring your breasts to a near stranger (especially one you had a grudging attraction to) made your anxiety reach epic level proportions. 

so valid, reader, so valid! I loved their exchange discussing her anxieties as well

but his blond hair, cropped short to his scalp is riotous in a way that is adorably charming, like he hasn’t been able to keep his hands out of it.

looks like reader wasn’t the only anxious one 👀👀🤭🤭

You fight the arousal that blooms in your belly at the sight of him doing such benign things as washing his hands, putting on gloves, opening fresh needles, preparing little wells of ink and sticking them to the movable cart with Vaseline. There’s just something about a person who knows exactly what they’re doing and who is able to do it with efficacy.

yes, yes, yes, and (checks notes) yes

Finally, you sit in front of him in only the pasties, the shirt lax around your shoulders, and your sweatpants, socked toes curling in anxiety in your shoes

ghost nervously aroused by reader in this outfit (SWEATS, SOCKS. BUTTONUP???) is so endearing to me lmao

“Yes,” he says. Then his eyes flicker to yours. “Everyone is. Everywhere. It’s normal.”

I know somewhere, ghost’s bestie soap is facepalming at his answers here LMAO

“Very good,” you answer, sitting back down, hoping he ignores the way your breasts bounce a little as you do

HAHAHAHA DENIAL, THY NAME IS READER

His gentleness and thoughtfulness go straight to your cunt. 

me, reading: “is this reader…me?????” 🧐🤔🧐🤔

He pauses when this happens, eyes flickering up to your own, making sure you are alright even though he can likely feel the pounding of your heart beneath his hand. That hand on your chest, wrist just brushing the top of your breast, is a solid warm weight that seems to tether you back down to the earth as he lines you.

ah i love this sm. there’s a special tenderness (and sexiness) in getting on an intuitive/anticipatory/reading body language/unspoken cues level of communication🥰

“Alright. Break,” he says, abruptly turning the gun off. He covers your exposed breast with another towel. “Take ten.”

LMAO READER BROKE HIM FIRST I AM CACKLING I *KNEW* HE WENT TO RUB ONE ONE OUT EVEN BEFORE WREN CONFIRMS HE DID INDEED LATER ON

It had almost weeded out you, you think about telling him, but in the end you decide against it.

almost..but you made it!!! *strong urge to pep talk reader and boost her confidence intensifies* CMON GIRL YOUR BEST ASSETS ARE RIGHT OUT FRONT WORK WITH WHAT YA GOT

“I need breaks too,” he says stonily. 

yes cos hes rock hard rn get it *badumtss* sorry I’ll stop here

His face is stoic—what bits of it you can see from behind the mask—as he washes his hands thoroughly and preps his work station again. 

the amount of screeching/cackling I made while reading this was really unhealthy 

This time his hand keeps a very respectable distance from your breasts—a fact which you both lament and appreciate all in one.

sigh I feel you reader, the paradox of A Good Man indeed

a happy trail you’d give your life to follow

this...is some A GRADE PROSE RIGHT HERE WREN MWAH MWAH MWAH

“Eager to be done?” you wonder.  He stares at you, expression flat, and says nothing. Nothing needs to be said. 

what good is yearning without some delicious tension arising from some misinterpretation?!?! btw having some curiosity/courage/humility to talk things out can NIP so many conflicts in the bud before they start… (I know I said I'll stop well I lied)

After he takes the photo, he posts it and asks for your handle to tag you in it…You get home to find that Ghost’s personal account has requested to follow you.

🤭🤭🤭🤭again gigglin madly

You find yourself staring at his fixated expression for longer than is respectable. 

awwwWWWWWWWWWWWW-[audio cut off, voice reached inhuman decibels]

What sort of ink did Ghost use? Was it reputable? What if the infection reaches your bloodstream? You were too young to die! Your anxiety spirals like a plane with one wing, trailing smoke as it soars straight down, determined to take you with it.   

omg reader reader WHY ARE YOU SO RELATABLE I HATELOVE IT the anxiety tailspin’s so real

You don’t bother with a bra, not when it irritates your tattoo so much.

as someone who has experienced skin irritation under clothes definitely sympathywinced reading this

“I was smoking,” he says when you roll your eyes in exasperation.  “You’re worried about getting the chemicals on my skin but not in your lungs?” “Fuck my lungs,” he mutters.

I’m in love with their exasperated banter here lmao

As he speaks, his breath fans across your chest, making you shiver. He sees this, his eyes darkening. “When you called, I thought it was for me.”

FUCKING FINALLY (also why he wore the mask during their session earlier i suspect)

“It was for you,” you say, brow furrowing. “Who else?”

OH MY FUCKING GOOOODD READER!!! READER PLEASE LMAO this is comedy of shakespearean proportions to me

God, it’s like he’s not getting it. Maybe you need to be bolder. Fortune favors the bold, doesn’t it?

YES ReADER YES YOU CAN DO IT!!! I AM SHARPIE ON CARDBOARD SIGN RABIDLY WAVING ENCOURAGING YOU FROM THE SIDELINES FUCKING GO FOR IT OMG THE FUCKING TENSION HERE IS LIKE WATCHING A SPORTS MATCH WAITINGBEGGING FOR YOUR TEAM TO SCORE

“If I—“ it hits him then. You can see it in the fractional widening of his eyes, the way his mouth parts softly in blatant surprise before he shuts it, dark eyes returning to your sternum. He says: “Closer.”

FUCKING FINALLY YES SCORE POINT SET MATCH GOAL SLAM DUNK FUUCKKK waving flags rn

“Be still,” he says firmly. Another pitiful sound slips past your throat. “Let me play with you.” 

ah riley ever the professional lmao

“Please,” you gasp. “Play with me—even if that’s all you want—just don’t stop, please.”  His mouth parts as he listens to you, his eyes so, so dark. The pupils have nearly swallowed his irises whole, until you can see yourself bare from the waist up in the reflection. He shakes his head a little. “You don’t even know what you’re saying.”

“you don’t know what you’re saying” could be the alternate title for this whole damn fic lmao also fucking love this with the reflection in the pupils! I had this experience IRL and I still think about it from time to time

You gape at his admission. Had you been? He’d been so closed off and cool…though now that you thought back, maybe that was just his way of hiding it.

yall we got a BUDDING SHERLOCK HOLMES HERE, SOMEONE GET HER A MAGNIFYING GLASS 😂

“You the kind of girl who can cum like this? Just from this?”  “Uh-huh,” you promise, head bobbing. 

READER!!! you fucking cutie pie also if simon asked me a question any question while dry humping all my answers would be promises, well said reader, well fuckin said

“You can play with it.” You shyly run your thumb over it the way he had yours. He sighs, breath fanning across your arm

oh I love this mirroring here!!!

He lets you, very patient, like a dangerous creature withholding its bite. 

this line is perfection mwah mwah mwah

Then he touches you, and when he does, he touches you with surprising reverence. He touches you like you are art. 

this is so tender, I love this sm!!! this might be my favorite line in this whole blessed fic-

“Can’t believe you let me ink you,” he mutters.

this line + his reaction to reader calling him hot makes me think he has some self-esteem issues 🥺🥺🥺

His sigh is shaky. You’re learning his reactions, his very breaths. That shaky sigh means he’s pleased with you. You’ve said something right. 

this is a very revealing insight imho as in contrast, simon showed he’s been reading her body language very well much earlier on (he fell first and harder)

“Can’t,” you gasp, his revelation electrifying you. I loved this phrasing!!!! “Not sure I want you to cum now,” he says. “Hold it. I’m thinking it over.”  You broken?”  “Yes.”  He snorts. Then it turns into that laughter, warm and rumbling against your back. You smile where he can’t see. 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA my god when writers get simons droll brit humor right THEY GET IT SO FUCKING RIGHT

“I jerked off in the back just from seeing half your tits,” he admits.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH GOD wrenny this whole story was so sweet and sexy and like a shakespearean comedy in the best way with the tension and miscommunication built up then resolved and mirrored in the best way with all that release of tension

also when I came back to link this story absolutely gasped at the little link atop indicating a SEQUEL??? MOTHER WREN YOU ARE TOO KIND INDEED

also finally realizing now as I write this the third nipple was ghost’s lol

also screaming IRL at how reader met soap LMAOO the TONGUE FLASH AND CASUALLY DROPPING HE’S PART OWNER, the screamers line from simon? AAAAAAAAAAAA [screeching reaching unholy decibels rn]

With Simon, you were just discovering that sex could be fun; sex could be slow; sex could end with no one orgasming and it could still change your life. 

🥹🥰🥹🥰yes yes PSA this is true IRL as well dear readers

He’s got cute nipples: small and pink as his mouth.

what a compliment, reminds me of that weird irl clock app trend I thInk with those glossier lip pencils mimicking nipple/dick colors or smth smth idk im too old/lazy/tired to keep up with tikkytokky trends

“You’re alone with Soap for sixty seconds and now you want your tits pierced. Are you saying that’s a coincidence?” 

mmm i can smell some tension/insecurity/anxiety brewing in this line of questioning already, fascinating!!!

You’ve never considered yourself to be particularly sexy, but the way he looks at you makes you feel powerful, like the sun lives just underneath your skin.

🥺🥺🥺

“We’ve got a spectator? A voyeur?” Soap asks, rubbing his hands together. “Oh you know all my seedy kinks, Ghost.”  Soap extends a hand to you. “The big guy still hasn’t introduced us. Some call me Soap, but beautiful women are allowed to call me Johnny.”  You shake his warm hand to be friendly and make the mistake of meeting his eyes. They are very blue, framed by dark lashes and expressive eyebrows. He flashes his tongue piercing at you again and you jerk your hand back like you’ve been burned. He laughs. 

 wow I know soap is often headcannoned as “flirts with anything that moves”/“flirts as friendship” but I love this little extra wrench/kink he throws in simon x reader’s relationship here (and very revealing of simon & johnny’s relationship here)

the whole ghost offering soap a free tattoo for reader’s nip piercing exchange is a fucking FASCINATING insight into his + johnny’s psyche in so many ways!!!!! johnny immediately drawing a boundary with reader as simon’s girlfriend and completely switching off his casual flirting (maybe in response to being shocked at the exceptions/rulebreaking simon made for her?) - I would also ask, as reader did right after this, about their friendship & history…a picture paints a thousand words and what a picture!! I loved this weird lil heated exchange

“I was doing stick ‘n pokes for anyone who would sit still. He was piercing soldier’s ears in exchange for cigarettes.

I like this lil canon inversion of what I’d think their roles would be in a tattoo au (johnny is an avid sketcher and would probably be more likely to be the artist if we follow canon)

"We both decided we’d rather live to see thirty, so when our time was up, we didn’t re-enlist, pooled our money, bought a location and never looked back.” 

#JohnnyLives in AUs and fanfic, god bless fanfic, yes and amen

“Was Johnny the one to pierce your nipple?” Simon stills for a moment, considering the question. At length he sets his glass down and says slowly: “Yes.”

what is it about fanfic writers who pluck our beloved blorbos out of their element (always reminded that COD is a first person shooter military propaganda game) yet capture their essence and personality so perfectly as they do??!?!?! one of the things I loved about this story is how wren writes simon in such a simon-y way if that makes sense

also reader, you are quite kinky and curious from what I can gather re: braving through a fucking sternum tat as your first one and ghost’s giant dick and considering a nip piercing; in conclusion LETS HANG OUT IRL I ADORE YOU (platonic)

He is much more abrupt today than he had been yesterday. You’re almost moved enough to ask him if he’s upset, but perhaps this is just his professionalism. Regardless, you miss the easy-going nature that had gone so far to put you at ease yesterday. 

this + the lack of eye contact compared to ghost’s behavior with reader is fucking revelatory to meeee aaaaaa livin for the drama here

“Left out all the tastiest bits,” Johnny says. “I bet he does that a lot when talking about his days with the 1-4-1.” Your stomach dips.  “That’ll do,” Simon says sternly from the corner. 

HAHAHAH but also sOAP WHY ARE YOU MAKING 141 sound like a bacchanalic orgy LMAO 

“If you can’t go without playing with them, I recommend just doing one at a time.

again the “playing with them” mention re: nips 👀👀 I feel like im playing clue here rn LMAO “IT WAS SOAP WITH THE CLAMPS IN TEH FOXHOLE”

my current crackpot theories are:

- ghost & soap fucked, possibly stlll fuck on and off

- ghost & soap share partners (ghost’s “this smells like soap” comment reads totally differently after reading pt. 2 to me) and they both give indications of romantic-attraction based insecurity in how they interact with each other

- ghost getting pierced was sexual

- ghost hasn’t had a steady partner before like reader and soap realized she was different when ghost maNIPulated (see what I did ther-ok I’ll stop no more puns) soap into a free piercing for her and may have experienced a bit of sadness at what he may perceive as the loss of ghost (as fuck buddy? something more? idk! soap keepin us all on our toes as usual)

- though I also think soap refusing to look at her, get her #, his sad lil smile re: “I’m a liar” and his reaction to her being invited to bday drinks with 141 all just might be signs of soap trying to adjust to the fact that a friend closer than a brother (in the sense they survived combat/PTSD-inducing sitchs together) is changing and “leaving” in a sense with the addition of reader in his life

- OR MAYBE johnny is protective of simon and knows how much simon likes her, and perceived her wanting a nip pierce as flirting with him (soap) and he resents her cos he thinks she’s not as head over heels for simon as he can see he is for her?!?!?!?!?!?! and they’ve had past drama re: love triangles here? IDFK anyway sorry let me put my pepe silvia conspiracy meme glasses away lol THIS FIICCCCCC has me in a chokehold (sexy)

It’s clear that their time spent serving together has made a brotherhood of them, and while a small part of you feels estranged as the outsider amongst this group, the larger part thinks it’s beautiful to see. 

🥹🥹🥹I’ve said this before but such a lovely part of being beloved is meeting others who also love your beloved (and who also become beloved to you)

“It wouldn’t be the first time that a girl who was supposed to be mine ended up being for Soap.” 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA the painjoy of liveblogging a ficread is regretting to stop to conspiracy theorize but I FUCKIN KNEW IT!!!!! RAAAAAA

ch2 brought a completely different spin to the fic but honestly what a fuckin ride!!! I love both so far because I love all my kinky COD men equally (cough no I don’t but my favorite is the rarest blorbo of all so I make do lol cough)

update: SHE WROTE A PT 3!!!!!!

[otteropera]

Protector (Jon Snow x Reader)

A/N - This doesn't really take place at any specific time in GOT, I kinda got the idea and went on a writing rampage all in one night lol. Its been almost two years since I've posted a fic on here, and I've found comfort in writing these silly little stories. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Warnings - violence, mentions of blood, attempted kidnapping(?)/adultnapping

Word count - 3.1k

My parents were almost assassinated in their sleep. I was only alive because of the guard who saw the assailant climbing up to my window. My father immediately demanded I go into hiding, and worked hard to find an able-bodied man he trusted to help me get somewhere safely.

The Starks of Winterfell had always been trusted by father, he’d known Eddard and Catelyn longer than I’d been alive. So it wasn't too much of a surprise when I found out who would be taking me to safety, and where I would be going. The journey from Barrowton to Winterfell is about eleven days, if you don't stop for any reason. If you do, then it's closer to fourteen. There are only a few inns and taverns on the way to Winterfell, and I’d only convinced Jon to stop at one of them.

The Riverside Inn was a small establishment in the middle of nowhere. There was a family that owned and ran it, who were very friendly to Jon Snow and I. We'd been on the road for the past few days and I was desperate to sit next to a warm fire and eat homemade stew, rather than biting off pieces of dried jerky and contemplating if my extremities had fallen off due to frostbite. The more we traveled, the farther north we were, and the colder it got. Jon had tied our horses up outside.

"Evenin' you two," the innkeeper smiled at us. The sun had just started settling below the trees. "What can I get ya?" His voice was brash, but welcoming.

"Two rooms and some food." Jon answered. "And whatever you've got that will keep us warm."

He chuckled. "I'll have your room ready right away. And what'll you have? Stew or soup?"

"Stew please," I said.

"Me as well."

He nodded. "You're lucky. It's really good tonight. I made it myself."

We both sat down at a table near the fireplace. It was nice to be sitting inside again. I took off my thick gloves and warmed my hands on the stones, I could have melted right there. I looked up at Jon who sat across from me, but his gaze was making its way around the room, like he was trying to study every inch, making sure it was safe. It was a quaint little inn, with wooden floors and furniture. A staircase led up to a lofted area, with a few doors that I assumed were the different bedrooms. The walls were decorated with tapestries and various antlers. The large hearth dominated the center of the common area. The innkeeper walked over with bowls of stew and some bread. The smell was heavenly, I had to hold back a smile on my face.

"How long has this place been here?" I asked the innkeeper. He put the food down in front of us as Jon fumbled in his pouch for some coins. He gave me a look that said 'Don't be too friendly, we don't know this man.'

"Oh, forever. This is my home," He laughed. "It's been here since before I was born. Me wife and son help run the place." He collected the coins from Jon. Thankfully, my fathers advisor had given us more than enough to get to Winterfell. The Innkeeper headed back to the front of the Inn.

I couldn't imagine it would ever get too busy here, we were in the middle of the woods, only a small dirt road led up to this place. I started digging into my stew, sopping up the bread with the hot liquid. I could eat this meal for the rest of my life. As I was shoveling scoops of stew into my mouth, I felt Jon staring at me. I looked up at him.

"What?" I asked, wiping my mouth.

"Nothing, My Lady," He shook his head. My stomach flipped. Gods, if he wasn't looking at me like that, this whole trip would be much less nerve-wracking.

"There's no need to call me that," I muttered.

He sighed. "Sorry."

"It's fine," I muttered, somehow even quieter.

He glanced at me. "Are you alright?"

I nodded. "Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"Just checking."

He stared at me for another moment and then turned back to his stew. I ate quietly for a while, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the company of him. I devoured my stew, and finished the last piece of bread. I wiped my bowl clean with a crusty chunk of bread, and placed it on the table.

"That was delicious," I said, looking up at the Innkeeper. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." 

I noticed Jon looking at me again, trying to suppress a smile, or a laugh.

"What is it?" I asked incredulously.

"I've just never seen a Lady eat like that."

I rolled my eyes. I supposed I was being quite sloppy, but in my defense, we'd barely eaten all day. I was famished.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said, standing up, I grabbed my gloves and the pouch of coins Jon had set on the table and walked over to the Innkeeper.

"Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to have any horse feed, would you?" I asked. He turned around, eyebrows raised. "We're riding out tomorrow morning, and our horses are getting hungry."

He smiled. "Of course, I'll be right back." He ran off towards the back of the inn. I heard him rummaging through the shelves. He returned with a sack full of grain.

"Here you go," He handed the sack to me. "Is this enough?"

"It should be," I replied, taking the bag. "Thank you," I handed him coins, which he seemed surprised at.

"No problem," He grinned. "Enjoy the rest of your stay."

I smiled at him softly and headed out the front of the Inn. The snow was starting to layer the ground, it crunched beneath my feet. I heard the same crunching a few paces behind me. It was Jon, not letting me out of his sight. I huffed.

"Do you mind?" I asked, turning around.

"Not at all," He said. "I just don't want you walking alone."

"Why?" I asked, feeling slightly offended.

"I was told to bring you to Winterfell, unharmed. That's what I plan on doing."

I bit my tongue. "You can't protect me from everything, Jon."

"I can try."

I gave up on the back and forth as we approached the horses, holding the bag of grain up to them one at a time. They sniffed curiously at the bag.

"They're pretty well fed," I commented, "I don't think they'll starve."

"I hope not," He chuckled.

The sun had gone down almost entirely, the sky darkening quickly.

"I know it'll be safer for me elsewhere, but I miss my home already," I commented.

"I'm sure you do," his voice was soft. I glanced up at him and saw him looking back gingerly. "But it will be safe there."

"How do you know?" I whispered.

"Because I'm going with you."

Once we finished feeding the horses, we went back inside and flocked to the hearth, but the Innkeeper wasn't anywhere to be seen. We sat by the fire for a while, listening to the crackling flames and talking about nothing important. I found that my eyelids were growing heavier, the warmth from the fire practically lulling me to sleep.

"You should probably get some sleep," Jon insisted.

"You as well. I am tired," I agreed, yawning. I stood up and made my way up the staircase, Jon following me. The rooms were small, but Jon and I each had our own. That was the most important thing.

"Good night, My Lady," he said, trying to suppress a smile. I let out a dry laugh.

"Good night, Jon Snow." I closed the door behind me, finally alone for a moment. I tore off my boots and stripped out of my clothes, leaving only my underclothes, and crawled into bed. I pulled the furs up to my chin and laid there, closing my eyes. I could hear Jon moving around in the room next to mine, the walls so thin. I found it comforting for some reason.

I drifted off to sleep, thinking of home.

***

I'd never been a particularly light sleeper, but this was something different. I'd been a bit on edge during the journey, less so with Jon Snow accompanying me, but still. This was more than I'd ever experienced before. I woke up suddenly, hearing a noise outside the window. I looked over at the wall, seeing nothing unusual. I listened carefully, hearing the sound again. There was definitely something outside the window. I got out of bed and crept over to it, peering out cautiously.

There was a figure standing by the horses. It was hard to tell in the darkness, but it appeared to be a man. He was dressed in dark colors, and wore a hooded cloak, making it difficult to see his face, but I could tell he was staring straight at me. I held my breath, hoping he would leave soon.

He did not.

Instead, he began to walk towards the inn. I rushed as quickly as I could out of my room and one door over. I yanked it open.

"Jon-" I started, but the bed was empty. Was this the wrong room? No, I remembered hearing him last night before falling asleep. Before I had more time to think, a bag was thrusted over my head, and I felt a blade at my throat.

"Don't scream," A deep voice said. "Or I'll slit your throat."

I froze, terrified. The knife pressed against my neck was cold and sharp. I couldn't move, my heart racing wildly. His grip, wrapped around my shoulders, started forcing me down the steps. I would have tripped if he hadn't been holding me so tight. I tried to keep my breathing even, but my chest sputtered with every breath.

We reached the bottom of the stairs, and I was pushed forward through the common room, toward another pair of arms that grasped me. How many of them are there? Hands roughly grasped my wrists, securing them together with an itchy rope.

"Where is he?" One of the men demanded.

"We don't know sir."

"Well, bloody find him!" The man angrily demanded. I could feel his hands on my back, pushing me further along. I stumbled, and the man grabbed my arm tightly.

"Let go of me!" I yelled, struggling to free myself. "What do you want with me?"

"Shut up," The man growled, pulling me closer. "Keep walking."

I could tell we exited the Inn by the sudden drop in temperature and remembered I was still only in my underclothes, suddenly feeling exposed. It must have been snowing still because the cold powdery substance stuck to my feet and sent a chill up my spine. The man shoved me to the ground. I nearly face planted, but rolled onto my back. I wish I hadn't because the man put his foot down on my chest to keep me from getting away. He made it much harder to breathe. The bag over my head forced me to use other senses to interpret my surroundings, but all I heard was the crunching of snow beneath my feet. And then shouts coming from the Inn.

"Stop! Stop right there!" I recognized the voice as the Innkeeper's.

The man released his foot from me, and I rolled over onto my stomach, gasping for air. I tried to push myself up, but the man kicked me in the ribs. Hard.

"Stay down," He commanded.

I struggled to sit up, but the man kicked me again, this time in the stomach. I cried out in pain, collapsing back to the ground.

"I said stay down!" The man screamed.

I heard the commotion of the men battling with the innkeeper, and from the sounds of it, it wasn't going too well. I took advantage of their distraction and scrambled to my feet, bringing my tied hands to my head and ripping off the bag, running as fast as I could. I didn't get very far before I was tackled to the ground, the force of the impact knocking the wind out of me. I felt hands grabbing my arms and legs, pinning me to the ground. My vision blurred, and I couldn't focus.

"No," I gasped, trying desperately to pull away.

The man threw me to the side, and I landed hard on my shoulder. I grunted, wincing in pain.

"You're no good to us dead, girl." The man laughed. "So you better behave yourself." I lay on the ground, unable to move. No more than twenty feet away was the Inn, with the Innkeeper lying lifelessly on the ground. I could hear the sounds of fighting coming from inside. One of the men seemed to notice the commotion as well and headed inside. I tried to stand on my feet with what power I had left, but the man who tackled me to the ground took notice and slapped me across the face. I fell back into the snow. I could hardly breathe. I wanted to cry. I wanted to see my parents one last time.

Jon Snow came barreling out of the Inn. He was covered in blood. I could see the red splatter on his armor, and he looked furious. The man next to me looked terrified.

"Get away from her," Jon roared.

The man hesitated. He seemed unable to decide whether he should stick to his plan or save his life. He turned to run, but Jon caught him. He held him close, slamming his fist into the man's gut. The man doubled over and Jon punched him again, this time in the head. Hard. The man dropped to the ground, unconscious.

Jon stood catching his breath. His head turned to me and his eyes immediately softened. He knelt beside me, pulling apart the rope that tied my hands together.

"Are you okay?" Jon asked quickly, looking at me worriedly.

"I'm alive," I said shakily. He raised his hand and grazed where the man had slapped me. No doubt the skin was red, it felt tender.

"I'm so sorry. I heard them and went out to see what was going on but there were more than I expected and-"

"Jon," I cut off his rambling. His eyes locked with mine. "It's okay. I'm okay." I wrapped my arms around myself. The snow plus my lack of clothing wasn't helping. He immediately noticed this and took off his cloak, wrapping it around me. It was bloodied but I didn't care.

"Come on," He said, helping me to my feet. "We need to get out of here." He wrapped an arm around my waist, but I hissed at the contact. He'd touched where the man had kicked me.

"I'm sorry," he said with sad eyes.

He led me to the Inn door, which was now open. I could see the fight inside was over. I counted six men in total who laid lifeless on the floor. There was blood everywhere. I couldn't believe Jon had taken them all by himself. He helped me sit down next to the fire, which was now only embers.

"I'll grab your things." He swiftly went up the stairs and into the room I had slept in. I was thankful he didn't have me try to climb the stairs. He came back down after less than a minute with the rest of my clothes, my boots, and the small satchel I had brought with me. I started dressing myself back up, and I could tell Jon was unsure about trying to help me or not. 

“I-I’ll get the horses ready.” I almost groaned at the thought of riding a horse right now. Jon started making his way towards the door but stopped himself. “Are you alright? … Doing that?” It was almost funny to me, how he just murdered half a dozen folks with no problem but felt embarrassed asking me if I needed help getting dressed.

“Yes,” I replied quietly. He nodded curtly and was out the door. He came back after a minute or two, just as I was finishing lacing up my boots.

“The horse is ready, we should get going before anyone else shows up.” Jon held out his hand for me which I graciously took.

“Horse? As in one?” I asked, feeling a nervous pit in my stomach. 

“They um… killed the other ones.” My brows furrowed in confusion. Why would they kill the horses? So we couldn’t escape? Why didn’t they kill me either? They had plenty of chances to.

We walked out the front of the inn for the last time, and I took one last glance at the Innkeeper, who was splayed on the ground, his blood turning the snow red. The horse sighed as we walked over to it. I wondered if it knew that it almost lost its life. Jon got up onto the horse first and I felt my cheeks redden as I further realized our situation. It was a bit awkward trying to get my leg over it, trying to stifle my whimper from the injuries I was aggravating. Did Jon get hurt at all? Did he even have a scratch? If so, he sure was good at hiding it.

Jon reached down and gently grabbed my waist, pulling me close to him. I tried to ignore the way his hands graced my sides. He pulled me tight to his body and I felt the warmth of his chest even through his thick cloak. This saddle definitely wasn't made for two people.

"How are you always so warm?" I asked as he brought his arms around me to grab the reins on the horse. Jon chuckled, his mouth so close to my ear I could feel his warm breath. Goosebumps prickled up my back and down my arms. He whistled and the horse started clopping away from the Inn.

"Maybe you're always cold."

We fell into a comfortable silence, and I felt myself relaxing up against Jon more and more. He didn't seem to mind. This was probably the warmest I'd been while traveling yet. I won't complain.

"Thank you," I whispered, "you saved my life."

"You don't need to thank me, I did what any man would do."

"No, really," I insisted. "You risked your own life for me. You could've run off when you first saw them. You could've left me there."

"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything happened to you."

[arcanadreams]

Times Cal Saw Sorenn in Kit!Traveler

Do you guys remember this post from like a whole ass year ago? WELL after playing a6 again and getting caught up with episode 8, I finally got the inspiration to write something based on it! I've always felt that Sorenn was underutilized by the narrative, especially in the case of Kitalphan travelers. And even moreso on the Calderon route. So, I have taken it upon myself to write a little ficlet of some ways I think Calderon would see bits of Sorenn in a Kit!traveler. Traveler is referred to with gender neutral pronouns and is given the name "Traveler" so that everyone can insert themselves as they please! I banged this all out in like two hours so apologies ahead of time for any grammar mistakes LOL

Times Cal Saw Sorenn in Kit!Traveler

Eyes

In the seconds following him being, in hindsight, probably the biggest asshole imaginable, Calderon had the gall to ask their name. More specifically, he had the gall to ask “What did you say your name was?” 

They blinked in surprise before staring at him a moment. It looked like they were processing both the fact that he had even bothered to ask, and that he had managed to still be rude about it. Their gaze turned incredulous as their eyes met.

Those eyes. Calderon resisted the gasp of air that threatened to escape his chest. Their eyes looked practically identical to Sorenn’s. They were the exact same color, at least. He didn’t get a good enough look at their shape in that brief moment to decide if that was the same, too. It was likely a coincidence, anyway.

“I didn’t, but…it’s Traveler,” they said, and this time he was unable to keep his expression neutral. One of his eyebrows quirked instantly, uncontrollably. That name was familiar. Undeniably so. And yet he didn’t know where he’d heard it. He shook his head; he was being foolish. He just missed Sorenn dearly and his mind was playing tricks on him because of it.

“Well, whoever you are, we’ll be dropping you off in Teranium once we get there. I suggest you come up with a plan before then. The streets of Nos Vega are not kind to the unprepared. Until then, unless you can do something useful, which I highly doubt, stay out of the way.”

Despite his harsh words, he still couldn’t keep himself from giving them one last once over before he left the bridge. To anyone on the outside looking in, it would seem as though he were sizing them up, to see if they were worth anything. Which, well, he was. But it was an excuse for him to check if those eyes really were that same shade.

They were.

Posture

The first time they did it, it confirmed Calderon’s suspicions of their wealthy background. After all, that little trinket they had with them when June brought them on board was made of Kitalphanite; whoever they were, they had credits. And likely, high social status.

So when the doors of their room slid open and they saw him standing there, and adjusted their posture, it didn’t shock him one bit. They straightened out their neck, aligned their shoulders, crossed their arms, and jutted their chin out ever so slightly. After living in the high end of Goldis for so long, he knew noble posture when he saw it. It almost made him scoff.

When their eyes met again, though, he was once again reminded of Sorenn. Sorenn often used to do much the same posturing, but he did it as a joke. He often struck a similar pose when he mimicked his royal siblings; well, the more troublesome ones, at least. 

But Sorenn had also used what he called “royal body language” to his advantage, as well. It often came out when other members of the guard were being difficult, or if anyone gave him or Cal a hard time. It was an offensive maneuver, of sorts. A “do you know who I am?” without saying the words out loud. And it always worked, and always left him and Sorenn laughing.

As he and Traveler discussed the trinket, which they discovered was a music box, and he apologized for his rudeness on the bridge, he noticed their stature grow less rigid and their shoulders relax. He was glad to see it.

Sociability

Traveler may have started out hiding in their room most of the time, but they started growing comfortable aboard the ship somewhere during the trip to Cursa. Cal could tell, with how often he heard them talking or laughing to someone. Usually it was Ayame, Sebastian, or Ryona. They didn’t get on very well with Damon; but then again, who did? Though he couldn’t really blame them after suggesting selling them out to their family’s murderer. And June, well…that was complicated.

They took a surprising interest in everyone’s hobbies, of all things. They started helping Ryona with her plants on the regular. They’d sit with Ayame on the bridge and talk about anything and everything. Every now and again, they could be heard giving Aya’s shitty karaoke machine a go. They started helping Bash in the kitchen, both because they wanted to learn to cook and because they wanted to spend time with him.

They were also perfectly content with sitting in silence in the company of others. Once or twice, he had found himself and Traveler sitting in the common room of the Andromeda Six. No words were spoken, yet a sense of companionship lingered in the air. It was…nice. He hadn’t had someone to be alone together with in quite some time. The last person he could sit in companionable silence with was Sorenn, actually.

As a prince, and one of the older ones at that, Sorenn almost always had to be in “Peg’asi mode.” Always presentable, always powerful, always charming. But when his battery was drained, when he didn’t want to be a prince anymore, he would sit with Calderon in the barracks of Orsanna’s Guard during their training days, and they would just be quiet together. 

Traveler really was like their older brother.

Compassion

He regretted snapping at them as soon as he’d done it. “Very few people have had the luxury of growing up in a golden palace, with servants to cater to their every whim,” he had said, harsh and unwarranted, and stopped himself abruptly. Traveler looked at him with confusion and hurt in their eyes, and he felt like a dick yet again. 

Yes, Cursa was a dangerous place. But what had he yelled at them for? For being kind? For showing the same compassion Sorenn always had for people down on their luck? He didn’t have to join the Guard; he wanted to. And if Sorenn could have joined Cal in the Bronze District, he would have; he’d said as much. But as a prince, the leaders of the Guard, and for that matter, his father, King Fenris, would never allow him to be stationed anywhere less than Gold.

And here was Traveler, showing that same compassion, digging into their pockets for a donation for a starving child when they know damn well they don’t have a credit to their name at the moment. And yet they still hoped to find some way to help. 

He was shocked when they purposefully caught up to him after his outburst. “I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier,” he said. “I can’t even begin to imagine what you must think of me.” 

He was even more shocked at their reply. “You’re a good man,” they said. “I can see that. You’re also incredibly stubborn and ill-tempered, but surprisingly, I like that about you too.” 

“You do?” He asked, and they nodded with a smile. There it was again; that compassion. 

~~~~~~~~~~

And yet, for all the ways Calderon saw their older brother in Traveler, he also saw, well, Traveler.

Their eyes were the same shape as Sorenn’s, too, not just the same color. The two of them must have both gotten Nikolle’s eyes. But Calderon had met Traveler’s gaze enough times now to see the differences. The corners of Traveler’s eyes always crinkled when they smiled; they smiled with their entire face. It was like their joy overtook them every time they laughed. And when they were excited, their eyes twinkled in a way that brightened them to almost an entire shade lighter than they typically were. The first time their eyes lit up at the sight of him, Calderon couldn’t breathe.

For Traveler, the “royal posture” wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t a tool. It was a comfort. He noticed whenever they did it. That telltale straightening of the neck, aligning of the shoulders, crossing of the arms, and jutting of the chin. They did it when they felt unsafe. The first time he realized the meaning was on Cursa. When Alisa approached the crew, they did it before she was anywhere near them. They did it when she got close to him and Damon. They didn’t ease up when they outstretched their hand to shake hers, offering a pleasant greeting. They stiffened up more when she laughed at them. They were emulating their older brother to feel confident, to feel safe, and Calderon felt a lump in his throat whenever he thought too hard about it.

Sorenn was sociable and likable, but it was because he was born and raised to be that way. He knew all the right things to say and when to say them; he once confided in Cal that sometimes he didn’t know where the prince in him ended and the person in him began. Traveler, on the other hand, was likable without practice. They were painfully genuine in their every interaction. They had confessed to him that, after being left alone in the palace for so long, they hardly ever liked to be without company. Sitting in silence with someone wasn’t a luxury for them because they had been forced to be around people; it was a luxury for them because for so long they had been without anyone. Sorenn was molded into a charmer; Traveler was left alone to grow into a lover. Calderon would sit in silence with them forever, if only the circumstances of the universe would allow it.

Traveler’s compassion went beyond that of their older brother. It went beyond that of the average person, in fact. Once, when walking into the common room, Calderon heard a sniffle. Following the sound, he saw Traveler curled up on the couch. He immediately made his way over to them, brows furrowed in concern. They had their knees hugged to their chest, their face obscured. Soft sobs shook their frame. He called out for them, and they jumped, not having heard his approach. Only when their legs lowered did Calderon see the open book resting in their lap. The book Damon lent them ended with the dog dying, they explained, frowning, their lip still quivering slightly. With a fond smile, Cal reached out to wipe their tears. He cupped their cheek when he finished, moving forward to press a kiss to the top of their head. Truly, what had he done to deserve someone so sweet?

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Once, after a particularly rough nightmare, Traveler stumbled their way to the captain’s quarters. 

“I had a dream about Sorenn,” they said when the doors opened, still heaving and trying to catch their breath. “You are the only person I know who…I just…I need someone who understands losing him.” 

“You haven’t lost him fully,” Calderon whispered as he tugged them into his arms. “So much of him lives on in you.”

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

There is no rush

Note: It's been a while since I wrote something for our husband, so have some smut lol. Also, to be honest, the interactions on this blog have been kinda low lately, and I'm a little unmotivated to write. Maybe I'm shadowbanned, so it would mean a lot to me if you would reblog and comment. Thank you! 💖

Pair: Albert Wesker x F!Reader;

Plot: the reader is sitting on Albert’s lap and things get steamy 👀.

Word count: 605;

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Imagine you’re on top of Wesker, head buried in the crook of his neck, and your lips travel every inch of his skin, either biting or kissing depending on your desire. He leans his head back to give you more access, and he will occasionally whimper or tell you what a fantastic job you’re doing.

His hands would rest on your hips with a tight grip, encouraging you to rub against his growing erection. He’s getting harder with every roll of your hips, and the feeling makes your knees weak. You want him so bad that your mouth is no longer coordinating the kisses and biting. Instead, you give him sloppy little kisses as you’re a little busy moaning and telling him how much you want him inside you.

"Please, Albert, I need you…"you whispered.

"I know, my love, I need you too…" his soft voice gave you comfort, so you let yourself be in his care.

His hand gently slid under your body and then into his sweatpants. Seconds later, he pulled out his hard cock, which he positioned at your entrance. You moved your panties to the side and lowered yourself over it, a satisfied moan escaping your lips.

"Just like that…" he said as you started to move up and down, feeling as his shaft stretched your tight hole. It was a pleasant feeling nonetheless, and once you managed to take all of him, you began to bounce a little faster.

It didn’t take long until both of your bodies were synchronized in perfect rhythm. Wesker had a tight grip on your hips as he pounded inside you at high speed. Your hands were resting on his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. He didn’t mind, tho, he liked when you were a little rough with him.

Your lips were glued to one another in a messy, passionate kiss. Both of you were breathing hard and covered in sweat, but still, none of you wanted to change positions. It just felt so goddamn good.

And the release was just as expected. His grip tightened so hard on your hips that the skin turned red underneath his fingers, and with a final deep thrust, he came inside you, coating your interior in his thick, hot fluid. You clenched around him as you came, milking him of every single drop. After that, you collapsed on him, and he hugged you tightly. One of his arms began to caress your back while the other massaged your neck, and he kept whispering sweet words into your ear.

"I love you." He said, making your heart throb with joy.

"I love you too, Albert." You pressed your lips over his in a quick kiss, and then you buried your head back in the crook of his neck. You could stay like that forever, smelling his scent and having his shaft inside you. Judging by how tightly he held you, he felt the same way.

None of you wanted to split, and somehow you felt a warm sensation in your lower belly. You shyly started to move your hips and smiled when you felt Wesker getting hard again.

"You want to go again?" He asked with a smug face, biting your earlobe.

"Hmm," an affirmative hum escaped your lips, which made Wesker flip you on your back. And so he started to thrust inside you again, very slowly, while looking at your beautiful face. You cupped his cheeks and stared back at those beautiful blue eyes of his.

You both started slow and increased the pace gradually. It was alright, none of you were rushing.

Tag list: @shadow-wolf510 @skylar-todd @alewesker @rokurodokuro (if you want to be added dm me)💖

Also, check out my previous smut (part of kinky prompts series) with Leon x Reader x Luis 👀

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Opening for BTSV thought…

Ok so, we know how Gwen opened up ATSV, she had like the first 20 minutes that set up the movie. Now hear me out, what if Pavitr opens up BTSV (I may be biased but let me live lol), but imagine if you will…

Pavitr was left behind when the rest of the Spider Band left for Nueva York, so Pav is there wondering what’s going on. He swings down to the other Spider people where they are trying to contain the black hole that appeared. He starts asking them questions, but all of the answers aren’t very helpful. “We’re trying to contain the anomaly.” “The canon was broken.” This doesn’t really clear anything up, but he knows whatever is happening is not good.

He swings back up to the bridge, he makes sure everyone is clear of the damage. He heads home to Maya Auntie, he finds her asleep on the couch. She left the tv on, it was the news. They were reporting on the black hole that appeared in the middle of city. Pav feels weary, he finds a blanket and places it over Maya and turns the tv off. He goes to bed and tries to sleep, but he can’t.

Quietly, he puts his suit on and grabs his watch from Miguel and swings into the night. His plan was to travel to Nueva York to get answers from Miguel as to what was happening to his city. But as he swings, he ends up swinging by Gayatri’s home. He sees her on the balcony and lands on a near by rooftop. Normally, he wouldn’t interact with her as Spider-Man, but in this case, he felt it justified to check up on her since he did rescue her earlier.

He swings and lands on top of her rooftop. He attaches is web to their chimney and hangs upside down in front of her. She’s startled at first but recollects herself once she realizes who it is. He apologizes for scaring her and says he recognized her as the girl from the bus. He asks her if she’s alright, she giggles and says she’s fine and that she’s lucky that he was there to save her. He’s relieved and tells her he needs to go, but she tells him to wait. She asks him if there’s a way she can repay him for saving her life, perhaps a kiss.

Pav is taken a back, he’s stammering, he wants to say yes because of course he wants a kiss from her. But he’s not Pavitr right now, he’s Spider-Man, he can’t accept. But he still form a coherent sentence, finding it hard to say no. Gayatri laughs “What’s wrong, you don’t want a kiss from your girlfriend, Pav?”

He goes silent, trying hard to process what she just said. “W-what?” is all he could manage. “It’s okay Pavitr, I know it’s you.” At this point, he flipped himself right-side up, standing in front of her now. Slowly, he reaches up to his mask and pulls it off, he stares at the ground.

“How did you know?” He asks softly, he hasn’t lifted his head to look at her yet. “Well, the hug you gave today kind of sealed it for me. But your hair is very recognizable, Pav.” He laughed a little, finally meeting her gaze. He apologizes for not telling her, saying he wanted to keep her safe. She’s understanding and give him a small peck on the cheek, it’s hard for him to hide the blush on his face.

He tells her that he’s worried about the black hole that appeared in the city today and that he’s going to to find answers. All of a sudden, there’s a shaking in her room. A few things start to levitate slowly off the ground, they look at each other confused. A portal opens, suddenly Gwen appears. Pavitr is relieved, Gayatri is still confused but relaxes when she sees her boyfriend is calm, he tells her not to worry and that she’s a friend.

“Miles is in trouble, Pav. We need your help. Please.” Gwen says. Behind her appears Hobie and Peter B with Mayday. Pavitr nods and turns to Gayatri. “I have to go. I’ll be back soon, I promise,” he says. He leans down and gives her a tight hug. “Be safe,” she whispers in his ear. He pulls back and smiles, “I always am.” He plants a small kiss on her forehead and heads towards Gwen and the portal.

Hobie, Peter B., and Gwen all walk through the portal. Pavitr turns around one last time before stepping through. “I love you,” he says, and disappears along with the portal.

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Listen, this isn’t the prettiest writing or set up, but I would love something like this as it feels like a parallel to ATSV and Gwen’s story and I wanted to self indulge 😭

[belladonnasmenagerie]

SFW: Slashers reactions to you being a small unassumingly strong woman: Pt 1

Slashers included is Bo, Vincent, (NBC) Hannibal, (NBC) Will, Thomas

I have to make a pt 2 for Will, Thomas and Jason lol this one ran a little longer than expected XD

Requested by @klerns-birdie

Enjoy!!

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Epilogue: All your life you knew you were stronger than others, even as a kid it was very apparent when you played around with other kids or went to school, parents having to be called a couple times for broken property. But over time you were able to control the strength you had but that didn’t help with your social life.

As you grew up names had been thrown like ‘freak’ or ‘monster’ even though you were so sweet to everyone. Eventually you stopped trying to become friends with others due to your strength but as you got out of high school it became easier, having the freedom to travel and see new things had opened you up to so much. Even though you still were insecure about your strength you didn’t hate it you were proud of yourself for how amazingly you managed it.

Then one day you met him and it felt like love at first sight….

Vincent

* Vincent is such a calm man in my perspective, yes he’s a brutal murderer but compared to Bo he’s a lot lot calmer

* He loves you unconditionally no matter what, he feels like he’s finally found someone who understands him. But on the same note he wants to protect you and acre for you like your a porcelain doll that would break if anything happened to you

* So Imagine the look on his face when he’s trying to subdue a victim in the house and he sees you across the room with wide eyes.

* He’s terrified now, terrified the victim will see you and go after you, he puts all his night into trying to get this victim to the ground but it seemed like no such luck was happening

* He could feel his heart racing, the only thing on his mind being you, he wouldn’t forgive himself if you got hurt

* That’s when the sudden sound of shattering your wood and the victim going limp shocked him from his thoughts

* Watching as the body dropped to the floor he finally looked up at you seeing what appeared to be the coffee table, or what was left of it, in your tiny hands

* Looking at you with wide eyes you could tell what he was already thinking so you gave him a sheepish grin

* “So… I was going to tell you”

* After that ( and after getting rid of the body) you two sat down and had a long talk, expressing to him how scared you were to tell him and how everybody thought you were just some freak

* He would cup your cheeks assuring you he didn’t think of you that way and that he knows exactly how you feel, you two would share a kiss and feel accepted by this man you considered your soulmate

Bo

* Bo on the other hand would be a different scenario, he’s a rough man with an even tougher exterior so it’s hard to pinpoint how he feels sometimes

* But he loved and respected you, wanting you to be by his side at all time to take care of you

* So here you were sitting in the gas station swinging your legs as you hummed, just waiting for Bo to finish up down stairs

* That’s when you heard the bell to the door jingle as it opened, in shock you jumped off the counter as you saw a beat up larger man frantically looking around.

* Then he saw you, a tiny little thing just standing in shock staring at him. Without thinking a second thought he grabbed your upper arm, that sent you into fight or flight mode

* “Get off me!” You yelled grabbing a tire iron from the counter with your other hand

* “Shut up!” The victim scolded trying to tug you away

* “I said get the fuck off me!” You yelled swinging the tire iron across his head

* The sudden hit with such a force knocked the guy away from you as he stumbled, turning around to you all he saw was a flash of blue from your shirt as you jumped on him

* Bo frantically burst through the basement door and into the main lobby after hearing your yells

* “Y/n! What’s..” but before he could finish Bo had to do a double take

* Seeing you on your knees covered in blood in front of the man bludgeoned to death by a tire iron

* Panting you looked over at Bo “I can explain.”

* Bo scoffed with a smile “No need darlin’” he walks up to you

* “Looks like I don’t have to keep an eye on you.” He helps you up “looks like you can handle this stuff yourself”

* You chuckle but eventually after everything is cleaned up you sit down and explain everything to him

* He of course makes small jokes but the two of you laugh them off, but he accepts you for who you are and jokes that you’ll be his new muscle around town

Hannibal (NBC)

* Hannibal is a very observant man, he doesn’t like to be caught off guard or have anything slip, especially with his reputation.

* So when the two of you started to live together he noticed small things you would do that seemed just a little bit off

* Like when he would buy groceries you would grab a heavy bag or box and swear it’s the lighter one, trying to throw him off, but Hannibal is smarter than that

* He won’t bring anything up until you were ready to talk about it though, he wanted you to be the one to say anything

* You knew about his murderous tendencies and his cannibalism but for some reason you didn’t care when you really knew you should

* Then one night at dinner you sat at the table twiddling your thumbs as the nagging urge to say something about your strength kept itching in the back of your mind

* Hannibal was in the kitchen making the entires leaving you to think alone in the dining room

* You kept fighting with yourself, knowing if you told him he wouldn’t mind and would actual accept you because he loved you but the other side argued back that he wouldn’t he’d call you a freak and want nothing to do with you

* That part made your eyes tear up, you loved Hannibal he was always so sweet and endearing towards you, he even took you out on shopping sprees and to nice restaurants for date nights.

* The tears kept welling though with thought of rejection now becoming the main thought on your mind.

* Hearing the kitchen door open to the dining room you tried to wipe the small tears away.

* “Alright dinner is served. Tonight we have..” Hannibal started placing your plate down first but he stopped his talking when he saw your wet eyes

* Concern crossed his features, placing his plate down so he could crouch next to you

* “Oh, dear what’s the matter?” He asked turning you in your chair to face him but you wouldn’t look at him

* Cupping your cheeks he gently pulled your face up “Come on darling, you can talk to me.”

* You sniffled “I-I..” then everything spilled out telling him about your fears of him rejecting you and the fact your really strong for a woman like yourself

* And soon you started to babble which made Hannibal chuckle in turn made you angry

* “Why are you laughing!” You snapped

* “My love, I’ve known for a while about your strength you haven’t been very good about hiding it you know.”

* You blinked a couple times as he wiped some tears away “y-you knew?”

* “Of course dear, now why don’t you stop crying and thinking that I would judge you for something so minuscule.” He placed his hands on your cheeks again “I love you just for who you are.”

* A smile brightened up your features as Hannibal leaned in for a quick but loving kiss

* “Now, how about we have some dinner then we can do whatever you want.”

* You nodded turning in your chair, stomach fluttering with how much this man loved you

[miikishii]

To Hold the Sea | Ch. 14

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synopsis: A.M. conversations are both your favorites.

warnings: angst, brief fighting, one single swear

Yet another hour of tossing and turning passes you by. It’s hard to wait. You wonder if Dazai feels the same. You make the hasty decision to text him,

“You up?”

A minute or two passes

“Unfortunately.”

“I can’t sleep”

“Again? Lol.” the typing bubble on the screen pops up and disappears quickly

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to talk now?” You think about his offer for a minute

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be over in 10.”

Waiting is torture. Suddenly, everything you’ve wanted to say to him is flooding through your brain, but you know, when he arrives, you’ll be at a loss for words. You sit on your couch, scrolling through anything you can just to keep yourself busy, but it doesn’t make things easier. When he knocks on your door, you open it shakily.

“Good evening,” he smirks. You stifle a laugh.

“Don’t do that. This is supposed to be serious,” You say, trying your best not to smile back. He walks in and leans over the counter, waiting for you to take your seat across from him. As you sit, you take a reserved posture. In comparison, Dazai looks very open; it’s comforting. You sit in silence for a minute.

“Uhm, you couldn’t sleep either?” you mumble.

“Not well. I’ve been lonely as of late.”

“Can’t imagine why.” he chuckles lightly. You play with your fingers idly, trying to calm your nerves.

“I wanted you to talk to me. Just talk to me, you know?” Your redundancy embarrasses you. He thinks for a moment.

“How’s Ango been?”

“This isn’t about him, it’s about you.”

“I was just curious.” He puts his hands up defensively, “I almost feel replaced.” He shrugs unseriously. 

“Replaced?”

“Replaced.” Silence settles between you once more.

“I never said you couldn’t hang around anymore; You made that choice.”

“I don’t go where I’m not wanted.” You take an aggravated breath in,

“I don’t care how smart you are, don’t jump to conclusions like that.”

“I’m sure Ango would appreciate the lack of competition,” he shrugs again.

“Competition?”

“Or maybe distraction is a better word.”

“Can you stop with this… cryptic bullshit?!” 

“Ango’s in love with you. Always has been,” he says casually.

“Yeah. What of it?” You give him an irritated and confused look. He looks around the room, refusing to look you in the eyes.

“Do you remember how we used to spend our days together in that cheap apartment?” he smiles.

You sigh,

“Yeah…”

“We used to have so much fun.”

“Sure; we did however we could.” 

“I miss that. Now that our lives have evened out, we’ve settled. We changed.” You nod in agreement,

“We’re different from how we used to be and I don’t think I like it.” he sighs.

“Why not?” you ask, tilting your head. He stares off into the distance again, traveling through memories unknown to you.

“You were all I had left, and I was okay with that.” His words surprise you. You watch as his eyes focus on something past you. Suddenly, he turns back to you, placing his hands gently over yours.

“I want you. I have wanted you. It’s a secret I’ve made no effort to keep.”

You hesitate, “Osamu-”

“I know who I am. I know what I’ve done. But know that I have spent years struggling with myself over you. And I’d do it a thousand times over again for you to look at me as you do now.” He licks his lips quickly, anxiously, 

”You’re so much kinder than me, and so much sweeter than death.” For a while, you sit looking dumbfounded as he smooths his thumbs over your knuckles. When you don’t answer, he breathes in anxiously again,

“Take your time, darling.”

“I need to think; I’m sorry.” you breathe.

“Don’t be sorry.”

“But… Don’t leave.” he smiles, seemingly relieved,

“I won’t.” He lets go of your hands and walks toward your room to settle in.

It’s always nice to have him. Even on days when he didn’t seem there, it was comforting to have a body next to yours. It’s strange, though, watching him stroll so readily to your room as if he didn’t just confess something even he struggled with. You watch his back intently before it disappears from view. You stare blankly at the space he just was; he’s gone, but he stands in front of you like a ghost. No matter where you went, it always felt like he was there. 

When you walk into your room, he’s sitting as comfortably as he did the last time he was there. This time, however, he’s lying on his back, his eyes closed, and smiling to himself. Carefully, you lay down next to him.

“I missed you these past few days, you know?”

“I could only hope so,” he whispers, still smiling.

“...Are you sure about this?” You ask carefully. He rolls onto his side and faces you,

“I’ve never been more sure.” you glance at him then look back to the ceiling blankly.

“Somehow, I think it confuses me more when you’re direct,” he chuckles at this, “I spent all those years trying to catch up with you, but I felt like even if I did, you’d never look at me.”

“You don’t have to be looking at something to be focused on it; it’s not about where my eyes are, it’s about where my mind is,” he says softly, punctuating his words by looking away from you again.

“You get it though, don’t you? It’s hard to feel wanted by you when I know you.” he nods, “And half the time, I doubt I do. That’s the problem. I’ve asked for you for so long, knowing it was probably the one thing you couldn’t give.” you sigh.

“Such uneasiness lies in being loved; nowadays, to me, that’s what makes it so intriguing.”

“I’d have thought that’s why you’d turn away from it.”

“Before, yes.”

“It’s been so long since we talked like this,” You smile.

“It has. We’ve changed.”

“That we have.”

Change is often bittersweet, but this time you welcome it with pride. You feel like you’ve lived up to the expectations you had that fateful night your life changed for good. Miraculously, you have few regrets in this moment- not zero- but few.

“I’m glad we stayed together, Osamu, however we did it.” He pauses for a moment before smirking to himself,

“I wouldn’t have survived it with anyone else.” he quips. You pause to breathe in deeply,

“I think by now, I know what it means to live.” 

he hums, “I’m coming closer to it.”

 you turn to him as he reaches for your hand, grasping it tightly. He looks you in the eyes, staring straight through you like he tends to, but it feels different now,

“Whatever you decide to do, I don’t regret our time together. I have always held our memories dear, and no matter what happens, I’d like to make more.”

“No matter what, I promise we will.” You squeeze his hand. You have no concerns when he pulls you to his chest, letting out a breath he must’ve held for a long time. You have no trouble falling asleep listening to his heartbeat.  It’s always been nice having someone to sit in limbo with.

note: You guys should be so excited

[thelastofharrington]

you’re the one that i want (pt 2)

pt 1!!

an: hi!! here’s part 2!! this is my first time writing slowburn anything lol so feedback is greatly appreciated! (posting on my phone again so sorry about any weird formatting!)

warnings/tags: eventual smut in later parts, king!steve, friends to strangers to lover, loosely grease inspired, this is gonna be fun

wc: 1.2k

You spent all of your homeroom in shock. Steve Harrington, your Stevie, is an asshole. “King Steve” they apparently call him now. Known for parties, womanizing, and overdrinking. He had a whole host of cronies he hung out with too, apparently. They traveled in a pack and it was almost impossible to get to him without getting through his laggies first. Complete delinquents, according to Nancy. 

You couldn’t believe this. Sure, nine years had passed, but you knew him at one point. At one point, you knew him better than anyone else. Maybe you were delusional to think that some things never change, it’s not like you thought you would pick up where you left off, but you never imagined that he’d be so far out of your grasp. 

You turn around at the feeling of Nancy tapping you on the shoulder and passing you a note. 

 “Forget about him!!!” It says. 

You sigh and write back: “It just doesn’t make any sense!”

She rolls her eyes and starts to write again, “What part of rich basketball playing douche bag is hard to understand?”

You turn around and shrug at her, a look of defeat on your face. She sighs again and make sure that Mrs. Peters isn’t paying attention before saying, “Look, I know he was your best friend, but that was nine years ago. Things are different now. He’s changed, you’ve changed, it will be for the best if you just move on.” She takes one more look at Mrs. Peters before continuing, “Men are rats. Worse than that, they’re the fleas on rats. You’re better off without him.”

Before you could respond, the bell rings. Nancy gives you one last sympathetic smile before heading off to her next class while you’re off to biology with Mr. Kaminsky. Nancy said his classes are ridiculously hard, but you’re up for the challenge. 

You walk in and take a seat at a lab stool near the front of the class. As the passing period approaches its end, the class fills up. It fills up to the point where every seat is nearly taken, besides the one directly next to you. You’re feeling self conscious as you look around and realize everyone is staring and whispering. You know that you’re new and that Hawkins is small, but is this really the response you’re going to be getting all day? You did not sign up to be the newest social pariah of Hawkins High. 

The bell rings and your lab partner is still missing. You’re fantasizing about a lonely year of dissections as Mr. Kamisnky drones on about lab safety when there’s a knock on the door. He rolls his eyes and groans before opening the door. Nothing could have prepared you for what was on the other side.  

“You’re late, Harrington.” Mr. Kaminsky scolds flatly before turning back to teach the class. 

And there he was, looking like a movie character leaning up against the doorframe. Cigarette behind the ear, arms crossed, backpack nowhere in sight. He was in tight light wash jeans, a tight polo tee, with perfectly coiffed hair. He was almost just like you remember, but with an aura that did not match the sweet boy you once knew on swing sets and ice cream truck pursuits. 

“Sorry Mr. K, I just didn’t want to come.” He saunters into the room, nodding at a few of the kids at the back of the class who were all trying to keep their laughter under wraps. The smile he flashed them was the only thing about his current appearance that did ring true. That smile was something you knew well.

“Lucky you, Steve, you get a front row seat for the semester since you finally decided to grace us with your presence,” Mr. Kaminsky says, gesturing towards the empty seat next to yours.

It’s at the point where Steve acknowledges you for the first time. You notice the smallest falter in his step as you make eye contact, his gaze zeroing in on you. It felt like a lifetime from the time between him stepping into the class to this moment right here, the moment you had been waiting for. 

He covered up the falter in his step easily and broke the spell he had cast on you by turning back to your teacher, “Thanks, Mr. K. You know I wouldn’t accept anything less than the best seat in the house.” He slides onto the stool next to you, practically ignoring that you’re there. 

But you know he recognized you, you just know it. You could tell by the way his eyes widened for a millisecond, the falter of his feet against the aging linoleum floor. For a moment his guard was down, for a moment he was your Stevie, but then he was gone. Then, he was just a stranger on the lab stool next to you. 

You tried to fight the feelings of loss all over again as Mr. Kaminsky starts your lesson. Normally, you’re a great student. Normally, you’d have your eyes glued and ears on high alert for this lesson, but instead you’re fighting every fiber in your being not to look to your right where Steve sat. Doing everything you can not to reach out and touch him, just to make sure it was really him. You were doing so much of this muscling through the lesson, you almost missed what Mr. Kaminsky had to say about your midterm project. 

“I know you guys are probably lightyears away from thinking about your midterm projects, but I don’t want you guys to waste too much time, so we’re going to go ahead and get our partners today.”

There is a loud groan amongst the class, including Steve. You see him look to you out of the corner of your eye when he does it, as if he’s gauging your reaction. You swear you see him straighten up and brush his annoyance off with a cough when he notices you aren’t in agreement. 

Mr. Kaminsky waves everyone down at the front of the class, silencing the herd of annoyed teenagers. “Yeah, yeah, you’ll thank me later when you’re not knee deep in thesis statements and dioramas. And just to make it easier on me, and probably to the delight of you guys, your partner is the person you’re sitting next to. Congratulations, don’t make me regret it.” And, with that, he turns around and writes today’s chapter information up on the board.

You’re sure he’s droning on about anatomy or earthquakes or whatever it is you learn in twelfth grade science, you really can’t remember because there’s two dark brown eyes peering into the side of your skull so intensely you’re sure they’re scanning your brain for your deepest, darkest secrets. After a solid minute of this, you grow brave enough to turn your head and look back. 

You are about to whisper something to him when he raises a hand and stops you. Your breath is caught in your throat at the size of his hand so close to your face. Close enough to reach out and touch, if you were careless and stupid that is. 

“We’ll talk later.” He pauses long enough to make you think that’s the end of it before he says, “We have a lot to catch up, don’t we?”

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[msookyspooky]

☆♡ Severen Obsessed With You ♡☆

Yandere Severen x GN!Reader Imagine • You already know it's toxic af • TW: Dubcon, Stalker, Captor-Hostage/Master-Servant Dynamic, Hints of Stockholm Syndrome, Blood, Gore, Sadism

NGL irl that man is gonna be hiding from ME. I already have a wedding dress on calling his name and hunting him down as he's hiding behind a building. Crazy bitch hours for that man, always.

- He saw you once late at night while hunting and followed you from afar. Smirking to himself if you dropped your keys, tilting his head when he saw your side profile as you gazed up at the night, studying you when you stretched as his eyes traveled over your frame. He was enamored with you the second he laid eyes on you. He thought you looked like a very interesting little play thing he'd love to have. He NEEDED to have you.

- He had been stalking you like prey for a few nights. Watching you from the dark treeline when you walked on the sidewalks and roads. Near your house in the middle of the night. Outside your work or someones house if you left at night....Something about you made him want you for more than a meal and he wasn't passing it up. It was like a deep aching longing as he realized he might have found someone worth sticking around with.

- Finally, he saw an opportunity and took it. You were being harassed by a group of rowdy people. He took it upon himself to 'save you' by scaring them off. All before introducing himself in that silky voice laced with that Texas draw so distinctive and thick ss he spoke. The way he spoke to you so cordially; you couldn't help hanging onto every word. He sounded like he was apart of an old wild west movie or something. He'd wear his white shirt and bolo tie to not scare you off. A complete southern gentleman when you first met. How could you not be a little bit flattered at the flirty remarks and complete admiration he sent your way? He was skilled at this. He didn't just say you were hot or good looking like most guys would your age. He laid out the most awestruck, respectfully tasteful, honeyed words you ever heard...Honestly, he felt like he was from a different time period courting you if you were silly enough to think like that. (Hmm.)

- He was charming, offering to buy you a drink. When you politely declined the offer from this man you didn't know, he seemed calm. He then offered dinner. If you declined that as well (I'd fold. I'd be obsessed with HIM but this wouldn't be made if that was the case lol). He'd beg to be a 'proper gentleman' an at least walk you home. Anything to be near you.

-"Sorry but...I just wanna make sure yer safe. What type of Gentleman would I be lettin' ya go alone? Jus' a few moments of yer time to get you back safe and sound...Please?" He asked, big blue eyes staring at you in a way that was hard to resist.

- He walks you home and you relax near him. His charm working wonders on you even if something in your gut was SCREAMING at you to get away from him. Screaming that something was wrong with him. He took you back home and when you said goodnight and went to go inside...He stopped you. Insisting you were cutting the night too short and he'd like to take a midnight stroll down the dark road nearby. You declined and went to open the door again and with scary strength he forced it to shut once more. All that gentry was gone; just like that.

- You felt fear grip you with your instincts telling you to distance yourself from him as you firmly told him "GOODNIGHT." as forcefully as you could muster. He saw this and backed off, apologizing for being too forceful. You quickly got inside and locked that door. Your instincts screaming at you that something was severely wrong with him.

- The next night, there he was wherever you were at. This time offering his apology that he didn't mean to scare you. He laid it on thick that he was lonely and just wanted to get to know someone as nice as you. Laying that emotional manipulation on you heavy as can be. You almost gave in but instead you just told him 'thank you but goodbye. Maybe some other night?'...You visibly saw his fake pitiful niceness fall from his features. An almost challenging look in his eye as you left him.

- Feeling followed the rest of the night. Like someone was right behind you wherever you went just to turn around and no one was there.... You locked your door just for it to be kicked in and practically ripped to shreds not even a minute later; proving you were being stalked.

- A hand reached in an jokingly unlocked it."Yoo hoo. Anyone home?" He joked with a chuckle as you were terrified... To have a door be ripped to shreds like that wasn't normal. Not at all!

- This time; he walked in with a smirk and his head tilted. "I'm sorry about the heavy handed knock on yer door there darlin' but gee I didn't think you'd answer!" He sarcastically gave before a predatory grin stretched over his face. "Don't be scared. Just come with me and save us both the trouble, would ya?"

- A very unfair fight ensues with him grinning the entire time no matter what damage you gave him. He grabs you, jerking you towards him with his fingers around the back of your neck and grin on his face as he joyfully tells you. "Shh. This ain't gonna hurt much...The fun we're gonna have is gonna outweight it. You'll see." and it all becomes a blur as he sank his teeth into your neck...Everything goes black after that. What felt like a human bite soon turned to burning venom coursing through your veins.

- You wake up some time later among a group of people arguing. Severen's voice ringing out demanding you stay. You force your eyes shut hearing footsteps and the jangling of a spur on a pair of boots...Soon, you open your eyes fully to him smiling down at you. His hair fluffy and wild instead of slicked back, a white stained tank on with a flannel and then a leather jacket with badges and pins all over it...You felt so sick, like you were dying. Like your insides were shutting down. Like you weren't human anymore...

- He treated you well, and yet, all of this was forced. You didn't want turned, you wanted to go home! You didn't love him, he was your kidnapper for fucksakes!

- He reasoned you were his missing piece he didn't think would happen in his 120+ years of life. That he was NOT letting you go and neither would Jesse and the clan. You had no privacy, under his arm or watchful eye 24/7. His touch started to nauseat you as he was constantly holding hands or brushing your hair or holding onto you no matter how you felt. Never allowed to be by yourself. He even seemed jealous anytime anyone else in the group had your attention more than him.

- Forced into his lap to sleep everyday with his hands constantly gripping onto you or snaking around you. Him caressing your thighs or lowerback...Or snaking his ringed fingers lower. You shoved him away everytime as he just smirked at you in amusement. Not necessarily forcing you, kind of hard to do in a camper full of people anyways, but he also didn't hesitate telling you you were just playing 'Hard to get.' and that you were a 'tease'. He acted like you were just being playfully coy with him all while it was obvious you hated it here and hated him.

- He killed a young crying teen girl infront of you as you clutched your mouth and helplessly watched. You viewed him as a monster. He was caked in blood after taunting her and her friends. Playing cat and mouse with them before the sadistic cat finally put the terrified squealing mouse out of its misery....Nothing but bloody corpses around a bonfire these teens were having. Of course, after seeing that, you refused to drink a drop of their blood. He glared at you shrinking away and furiously shaking your head. Viewing it as an insult. Refusing his generosity to get a kill just for you like someone refusing a paid for meal. Especially since he didn't force YOU to make the kill, he did it for you and you still refused...That shit wasn't going to fly.

- You gasped when his strong grip dug into the back of your neck to force you to look up at him. "Yer drinking the goddamn blood. I turned you, I can only teach you, I'm yer maker." He smirked and tilted his head. "I'm yer God or yer Daddy; whichever works for you, and you'll do what I fuckin' tell you...And I'm tellin' you as nicely as I can to drink the fuckin' blood for your own good." His smirk dropped as you stared up at him, terrified and shaking. He softly smiled at you, his thumb rubbing your cheek. "Don't look at me like that, yer bringing this on yourself! Have I hit you or assaulted you? Have I? Have I been that bad of a guy to you?" He asked in an extremely soft tone. "I'm sorry, baby. How bout we kiss and make up? Hmm? I don't want you t' look at me like a monster."

- You were like a deer in headlights, only nodding because this man you just saw crush someone's skull with his bare hands had a grip on the back of your head. He practically purred at that, easing down to kiss you on the lips. It was nice at first. Gentle and sweet...Then you felt his jaw click and blood spill into your mouth. You tried jerking away but he just grabbed you more firmly to hold you still as you realized he bit his own tongue almost clean off just to put blood in your mouth. His blood and his victims blood coursing through you as your instincts took over and gripped onto him for more. Kissing him like a wild animal desperate to get more blood as if it were a drug. You were becoming addicted to the blood and desperate for him whether you liked it or not...Like a chain tethering you to him.

- After that, you knew you had to get away before it was too late. Before you truly were addicted to the blood and lost your humanity; you had to get out. You waited till he was asleep during the day. Slipping out from under him and wrapping yourself in a blanket to leave. The sun felt like fire but the pain was worth getting away from him. You found an empty building and waited till dusk to come back out. Your charred skin not healing at how little of human blood you had in you. Only relying on him to feed you this last week of being captive.

- You stole a car and drove a ways away, wanting to go home but scared of him finding you and hurting your loved ones or pets as punishment. So you just drove the opposite way of where you lived, hoping to wait it out a few weeks and then go home. Eager to never see him again.

- You were getting blood sparringly and laying low. Feeling relieved to be free despite how hard it was. Sleeping in train cars or empty buildings. Scared of the sun. Scared of law enforcement catching you. Constantly on alert for him. Weak from not getting as many victims as you should....But you were free...Until a few nights later; that is.

- There he was. Standing in the middle of the road at 3 am. Broad shoulders covered in the trophies from his victims on his jacket, his imposing figure looming in the distance with a glare sent your way.

- "I'm hurt, YN! Fuckin' leaving without sayin' goodbye!" He exclaimed in a mocking tone and expression before his face settled back into serious glare. " Ya actually thought you'd get away? I can smell ya better than any hound, I can feel ya in me and I know you can feel me inside you too...You'll never get rid of me that easy, YN...Now, you're ungrateful ass is coming back even if I gotta drag you back there."

- Anger and fear coursed through you as you stepped on the gas of a truck you had stolen. Flooring it as he grinned and spreaded his arms wide. You hit him and went from having a triumphant grin to your face falling into terror as his body laid on your hood...And then he lifted his head and smiled at you. Blowing you a kiss as blood and tissue fell from his face and your mouth hung open in the drivers seat.

- You slammed on the brakes, he flew off and landed a few yards away...But your heart dropped when he just hollared and laughed in excitement. Spitting out a bloody tooth and giving you a crazed grin. You put the pedal to the metal once more, truck barreling towards him as he jumped up on it at the right time. His boots on the hood as he punched the window and hung on. You screamed as glass shattered and he tried grabbing the wheel. You slammed on the brake again but this time he hung on. You got out to run and he jumped off the hood and grabbed you. You punched him, and unlike when you were human, it sent him back. Blood dripped off your hand from him as you ran....And then you felt searing pain in your leg. A gunshot rang out in the night as the bullet shattered your shin. You screamed and collapsed...Not enough blood in you to fully heal. You tried running again, stumbling and falling in pain everytime before a strong hand grabbed ahold of the back of your shirt and hauled you up to be face to face with him.

- Half of his face was drenched in his own blood and his head was split with the side of his face looking rather mangled. He still grinned at you, acting like the pain didn't bother the nutjob...That making sure getting you by any means necessary outweighed any pain he felt.

- "Woo!" He shouted with a nod to himself and that signature laugh of his. He settled down just a tad and gave you a closed smile. "Now look at us." He chuckled out like you didn't just run him over and he didn't just shoot you in the leg. "God damn, that's why you're the one for me. Fuckin' roughened me up good, didn't ya? Love you for that even if you technically walked out on me."

- You whimpered as he purposely kicked his boot at your leg. Tears escaped your eyes as he tilted his head at you, still holding you up. "Ooh, hurts don't it? Ain't got no blood in ya to heal, huh?" He mocked, his skin already looking like it was knitting back together slowly. He leaned close, a sadistic grin on his face as he whispered. "Daddy ain't putting no food on yer plate anymore, is he? Shouldn't bite the fuckin' hand that feeds ya. Bet yer real sorry ya don't have my blood coursing through you no more."

- You looked at him and felt your face twist into a quiet sob...You needed him. You needed him to still teach you how to live this new life. You needed him to help you get stronger....And most of all, you knew he'd follow you till you killed him and some part of you couldn't do it both physically not strong enough and emotionally attached to this mismatched group...And some sick part of you attached to him. You felt it now.

- You apologized and asked him if you could go home. He gave you a hard time, acting like YOU were the guilty one as if he didn't turn you without permission and all the other things that had happened to you weren't his fault. As if he didn't drive you away. He still accepted you back and this time you reasoned you were staying and you were going to make this awful situation work out...That you wanted to be with him.

- He was beyond skeptical about that and clearly didn't trust you. Watching you like a hawk and not nearly as warm with you as he was before. In his fucked up mind; you hurt him. You realized even if he was deranged, he truly did give a shit about you and you leaving devastated him. It made you even more determined to stay and prove you weren't going to do it again because if you were being forced into this you'd rather have the playful side of him rather than the gruff and cold one.

- He protected you, he loved you, he was soft with you despite his brutish nature with anyone else, even after everything you did he fully accepted you back after a week or so of proving you were eager to learn from him and stay...And all you had to do was let him be in your presence. You both were mates, he reasoned. It was why he couldn't escape you just as well as you couldn't escape him.

- Soon, he allowed you the choice to leave after he was clearly sure you wouldn't. "If your so damned determined to be human again, go on. Go be around them and see for yer self. I'll be waiting right here." He told you with a cigarette in his mouth sitting on a parked train car one day near the town where you lived before Jesse was going to take them to another State.

- You couldn't imagine eternity without him because after he allowed you to test the waters and be near human friends or family again...You sadly realized now their company felt like being a starving person with delicious food in front of you. You couldn't connect with humans anymore. All you had was him. All you needed was him and all you wanted was him...He won.

- You had him forever. You wore one of his rings and always had his arm around you anytime you were in public. If he could have had his bitemark unhealed to mark his territory; he would. He was constantly whispering loving words to you, touching you, wanting you and you liked it. Despite it all at first, you craved him now as much as he craved you.

[cafeinthemoon]

Portrait of a Monk - Chapter XV

Chapter 15/?

Wordcount 3k

Title The Priest's Honeymoon (Part II)

Fandom Jujustu Kaisen

Pairing Geto Suguru X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14

Symbols

⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warning (s): Implied intimate/sexual activity; Geto continues to be overprotective lol

Tagging: @darling-imobsessed @wasurenagusaa I hope I tagged you correctly 😭 (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message, or leave a comment on this chapter 😉)

A. N.: So this is just the continuation of the hot springs saga from the previous chapter lol By the end of this one, we will have a hint of what waits for reader in the next days. Also I know it's been hard to tell, but this is actually a dark story, with hints of mystery and thriller (I guess), but sometimes I wonder if I'm doing a good job in this sense. Idk it's jut something that comes to me from time to time whenever I sit down to work on it...

Anyways, hope you enjoy this new chapter ❤

The days you’ve spent at the hot springs were something you would define as a stay in a dimension designed for you, somewhere between dream and reality. 

The first reason for this was the place you were hosted: it was located in the middle of the mountains, and formed by a group of traditional buildings prepared to accommodate a large number of visitors with all the possible comfort; between one and another, there was what you would call a small marketplace with the appearance of an ancient village where all sorts of items were for sale, for all imaginable prices. About the baths themselves, though you couldn’t see all of them, you noticed they were of different types for all kinds of people or groups; Geto told you how each of them worked as you passed by their entries, and after being informed of their rules, you decided that the small, particular pool you had in your room was the only one you wanted to enter. The food was also wonderful, but you would almost always eat in your chambers, because you didn’t feel at will being surrounded by people during meals and your husband didn’t enjoy crowds as well. 

You would spend most of your time in your own room or taking walks at the secret gardens around your building, where only a few would stay (there was a little tax people had to pay to stay at the secluded parts of them, and Geto wouldn’t hesitate in giving up his money to have the trees and flowers only for him and his y/n-chan). You would rarely go out alone, and when you did, you would take a small, inoffensive curse with you that you should send back to Geto in case something went wrong; no one seemed to see it over your shoulder, except for one time when you were buying a souvenir at a tent and a child kept staring at you, and later when an elderly woman did the same, but in both cases, you just ignored them and didn’t say anything to your husband. 

 

 

 

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If right in the first day after your wedding night you had this sensation that Geto was having fun treating you like a doll, this feeling turned into certainty as the other days came. 

He would ask to do small things for you with no apparent reason, something that you didn’t see as unusual in the beginning – you were his disciple and lover, after all; but those favors became more and more frequent, regardless of your capacity of doing the said things. He would insist, for example, in feeding you just like he did in the morning of your travel, except when you were eating outside the room; usually, he would do it with you on his lap while you held the bowls and plates in your hands, but he wouldn’t mind placing you on the bed or the floor around the small table for quick meals you had at the bed area, keeping the recipients with him. 

Another thing he would do was to bathe and dress you up, from the undergarment to the shoes. At first, you hesitated in letting yourself exposed to his attentive sight, but you sort of let this feeling aside when you discovered those intimate, affectionate moments could be as enjoyable as the rest: the little noises of the warm water of the shower running down relaxed your senses as his hands would go across your skin, spreading fragrant soap and lotions while massaging your body, then rinsing it and taking you out to dry you with soft towels, his eyes glued on your curves; he would take you out of the bathroom nestled in his arms, wrapped in the towel, your face hidden in his chest, and put you on the bed as he prepared the clothes he would dress you with. There were times, while he was using the towel, when he would touch you with such insistence that he would end up laying you down and making love to you instead of putting you in your clothes. There was no way to know exactly when this would happen, but it wasn’t bad: after a mess of kisses, caresses and passion, he would carry you back to the bathroom and restart his session of care; then, back to the bed, he would lay you down again and take the place by your side, watching you fall asleep with a sweet numbness on your limbs. 

The moments when he would brush your hair and style it with the hairpins he bought for you in the previous weeks (you brought most of them with you) were also passionate, full of kisses and small, playful licks that tickled your neck and shoulders, when he would enjoy your timid laughter and the little startles you did when he approached to smell your hair as his fingers ran through it, dividing it in sections to make the styling easier. Sometimes, he would do your makeup as well, but in this aspect, he admitted to not be an expert, limiting himself to the place of an observer. 

Things were not different when you were together at the pool: sometimes he would enter the water first and stretch an inviting hand for you, who would accept it with modesty and take the place by his side, but other times he would take you in his arms and enter the water with you. He would use it to scratch your back and shoulders and massage your hands, but there was one time or two when he placed you on the opposite edge of the pool and caressed your feet; there were moments when you would just lay your head on his chest and close your eyes, after which you would only wake up on the bed, wrapped in soft blankets. There were also times when you would offer to caress his back and shoulders, when he would laugh at your worried observations about his muscles being too tense, assuming that stress must be the main cause for this, but he would prefer you to do this in the room, with the help of hydrating oils and lotions, just like you used to do at the temple before helping him out with the sacred garment. Honestly, despite your efforts in this sense, the only moments when he seemed to be relaxed were the ones when you were kneeling behind him, taking care of his hair, or the moments after he touched you. 

Regarding love, there wasn’t really anything you would complain about: despite his eagerness, Geto was never rude to you, neither he would insist in doing things you weren’t at will to try. You remembered this time when he was holding you too tight and you gave him a sign that you were finding hard to breathe, to which he relaxed his grip around you, covering you in kisses and apologizing right after; there was another day, after you woke up from a nap, when you said something about being sore and he immediately called an attendant to order painkillers and other necessary items, staying with you in his arms until you were able to go back to sleep without any discomfort. 

Unlike you did in your room at home, there you would spend most of the time in undergarments or baby dolls while Geto would stay in his robes: complete attire was almost reserved to the occasions in public. There were valid reasons for that, of course – the privacy granted by the distance from the people of the temple and the fact that it made it easier for you to undress for the hot springs being the main ones – but you were also sure that making the sight of your exposed figures something as casual as the air you breathe, facilitating the access to each other’s bodies, was the way he found to get you used to your new position as his wife. 

If it was a common thing in marriage about which people didn’t use to talk or just another eccentricity of your husband, you didn’t know, but it was working. 

 

 

 

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With the significant amount of people sharing the same space in the days that preceded Winter, it shouldn’t be surprising to notice cursed spirits of all sizes and shapes walking, crawling or flying around the buildings and the trees, but somehow you would startle whenever you caught a glimpse of them among the people. Maybe you weren’t used to see them moving with such freedom because Geto’s children would clean the temple’s surroundings on a regular basis, but would leave the stronger ones for your husband to consume, so they were never a real reason for worry there. 

The curses were as visible to Geto as they were to you, of course, but he was better in disguise it, acting like they were just part of the landscape; he would even tease you while you struggled to act normal. 

There was one time when you decided to have dinner at one of the restaurants near your building and spend some time at the place’s garden before going back to your room. You were passing by a small footbridge painted with red; you were in the middle of it, distracted by the water passing under it, when a hiss made you shiver: you looked up and found a curse which appearance resembled an insect upon the guardrail, a few centimeters of your face; the creature’s eyes were big, elliptical, divided in various smaller pieces like the eyes of a fly. You stopped for a few seconds, then stumbled back when you tried to keep distance from it, being supported by your husband, who held you in his arms and involved you in a tight hug. 

– Hm… what happened? – he whispered – Did some terrible monster scare my y/n-chan? 

There were some people approaching your spot at that moment, and you were afraid they would notice something strange when they reached you. 

– Geto-sama… why don’t we go back to the restaurant? – your cheeks heated up despite the cold air. 

He stared at you with the shadow of a smirk on his lips. 

– Back? Are you sure? 

The people were passing by you now. You glanced at them with anxiety, but they didn’t even look at your direction, nor seemed to sense the presence of the curse, that hissed at them with insistence. 

– Yes – you replied with low voice – My feet are hurting. 

Geto’s response was to raise a hand at the curse without looking at it. You thought he was going to turn it into a black orb, but he just made a movement with his fingers in a cutting movement; the curse let out one last, disgusting noise before exploding in the air. 

– Are they hurting this much, my dear? – he kissed the top of your head as his fingers caressed your nape – Do you want me to carry you back? 

You knew that one word from you and he would do as he proposed, but you weren’t uninhibited to the point of allowing this. 

– There’s no need for such thing, my Lord. 

He smiled with gentleness. 

– If you say so. 

You went back to the restaurant and he ordered some sweets to help you forget the episode. 

 

 

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As expected, you weren’t taken to the hot springs only to rest: being that space a place built by the people and for the people of the outside world, as you used to think of anyone who wasn’t part of your community, Geto would obviously take the opportunity to teach you about the real nature of your relationship with them. 

The main role you had regarding the common people was to collect or to eliminate the curses inadvertently created and carried by them, in a sort of exchange of favors: you would refine your skills with the use of cursed energy and have an endless source of power at your will while they would be released from the suffering caused by the presence of the curses, aggravated by the fact that most of them had no idea of their existence. 

One evening, you left a restaurant and were taking a walk, as you used to do before returning to your room. You passed by a narrow path made of stones, surrounded by wooden benches on both sides. In one of them, you saw an elderly man alone, distracted by the landscape, holding a cane before him with both of his fragile hands; on the upper side of his back, there was a small curse sitting and holding him like a baby monkey carried by its mother. 

You looked at Geto and noticed he was observing the scene with vivid interest. 

– Remember when I told you about the people who will come to us by this time of the year? – he whispered without looking at you – Let me show you what we do in favor of them. 

With your arms entwined, you approached the old man. 

Your husband started the conversation using his sweetest tone, one that he used whenever he wanted to make sure the listeners would give him attention without sensing the contact as an intrusion: 

– Evening, my good man. It is a beautiful weather despite the time of the year, don’t you think? 

The man gave you both a tired smile. 

– Well, well, it’s really beautiful, just like the couple I have before me! And I’m glad I was able to stay here to appreciate it. I’ve been feeling so tired lately, you know? – and shrugging – It’s like I’m always carrying a heavy weight on my back. I don’t know what it might be, but it gets worse by this hour. 

You didn’t say anything in response, waiting for Geto to lead the contact. You turned to him and saw a strange glimmer in his eyes when he heard what the other man said, but the gentleness didn’t disappear from his voice. 

– Would you mind if I check it out, my friend? It’s really sad to hear that you haven’t enjoying your stay as much as you could because of this. 

The old man stared at the young priest with curiosity and a bit of suspicion, as if he couldn’t see how this stranger could do anything about a problem that he clearly saw as insoluble. 

– Really? –  and with a cunning note on his voice – Do you know some medicine for this, my boy? 

A slight blush came up to Geto’s cheeks when he replied. 

– Well, it’s even better. Now, just take a deep breath and relax… 

Without waiting for a response, he stretched a hand toward the man and absorbed the small curse, hiding the orb on his sleeve. It happened so fast that the man didn’t have time to question or to get scared by the gesture; instead, he moved on his seat and found out he was able to straight up his spine without difficulty. He even stood up with relative ease, despite depending on his cane for this. 

He raised his eyes to you two with surprise and joy. 

– What is it? It's... gone! – he touched his back and laughed – I’m feeling as light as a feather! I feel like I could fly! I have no idea what you did, my boy, but it seems a miracle! A miracle! 

Geto observed him with sympathy. You looked at that elderly citizen, once soaked in sadness but now almost jumping like a child, and something in his face made your heart warm. So, this was the work you were going to dedicate your time to in the near future – you were anxious and a bit insecure about your own role in it, but witnessing the good results of your husband’s act calmed down your worries. 

The man offered a good payment for the service, but Geto refused it. You said goodbye to him and followed your way back to your room. 

 

***

 

You were snoring softly with your head leaning on your husband’s chest, your legs surrounding his body while you rested on his lap, his arms keeping you warm, close to him, as a smooth hand massaged your lower back. 

Moments ago, Geto brought you back to the room, after which you were bathed and taken to the bed, where he made love to you. Now, he was leaning his back on a pile of pillows while having you with him, a bit tired from the walking and the subsequent, intimate activity. 

That time, you were the first to talk. 

– Geto-sama... – you called without opening your eyes. 

– Yes, my dear? 

– Why didn’t you accept that old man’s offer? – you asked with a sleepy voice – It’s your job, isn’t it? 

– It wasn’t necessary. That time, I just wanted to use the occasion to show you what to expect once they start coming to us at the temple. Besides, the curse wasn’t that difficult; in different circumstances, I’d just make it disappear. Now, I’ll probably use it as a vigilant or something. Wouldn't it be absurd to accept money for this? – he giggled – It couldn’t be even called a work, right? 

You chuckled. 

– Yes, probably. 

– The differences between what we did today and what is waiting for us in the next days are the quantity of curses we will have to exorcise or absorb and the variety of them – he continued – Some people carry more than one curse at the same time, and even more than one type depending on how they were born. There will be people desperate for help, trusting in everything we will say to them, while others will be coming for the first time, full of suspicions. In any case, we will do what we need to solve their problems, and they will pay us for it, and everyone will be happy. 

You sighed. 

– It sounds easy when you talk, my Lord. 

He laughed. 

– Really? 

– Yes, but I like it – you smiled, opening your eyes for a bit – It makes me feel safe. 

His hand patted your back and tickled your skin, making you shiver and smile. You sensed him inclining to kiss your hair. 

– And that’s good to hear.

[starvels]

oooh fun. do you know [gregory from abbott elementary] i don't like pizza. but! bearing that in mind sknbkjndfbk,

Fun idea tho, recently unfrozen Steve being shown the wonders of the modern world and all its riches. And of course they gotta introduce him to modern pizza! And it’s like… Steve is Not Fond for [insert reason here] and has to go thru what you and Gregory do whenever you say you don’t like pizza.

Many attempts to find the “right” kind of pizza because surely then Steve will like it? ensues I imagine. Made more complicated by the fact that Steve is 1. Always hungry and 2. Does Not Waste Food so it can be hard to gauge if he actually liked something since he finishes it every time, which leads to…

Because the Team orders Pizza so often and the new members WILL start the process all over eventually he “picks” the least offensive kind to him as a “please stop asking”-favourite. Maybe like a thin crust or a veggie pizza or a white pizza or something lol. Maybe he orders wings or a meatball sub if they have it.

desjkfnbdjbn i really am turning into a marvel food blog, huh? is this bc i talk abt cooking so much? (sidecomment, made some fucking ACE banana bread blondies this week goddamn)

'Steve is Not Fond for [insert reason here]': this is fun. steve could hate pizza, sure. here's the reason. it is bc the dough doesn't taste ENOUGH like NYC water. he needs more of that undefinable city juice to make it like he remembers dsfkjbhnkjdbn. he's a disgusting city pigeon, i love him, etc.

'has to go thru what you and Gregory do whenever you say you don’t like pizza.' at he would simply stare into the camera and offer to walk 4 miles to get something else and everyone takes it as silly charming cap.

'it can be hard to gauge if he actually liked something since he finishes it every time, which leads to…' sooo true bestie! it throws off everyone so much! let's all collectively explore this more.

'he “picks” the least offensive kind to him as a “please stop asking”-favourite': for a while he gets on a cauliflower crust kick bc its less offensive until he's remembers he's surrounded by new yorkers and they do Not Partake of Cauliflower Crust which actually makes it worse bc then it's a WHOLE pizza for steve to finish on his own (rip my silly son)

but later, as he gets more 21st century weary, yeah he just eats a cheese slice for appearances, as like, a pregame medicine for an actual meal he has later in the middle of the night bc the whole lie is beginning to feel a bit drawn out and he should have said something years ago but now he's not sure when to. (cue fic abt jan finding him in the kitchen at night making chilaquiles bc he's hungry and she's like, you can have more at dinner, honey and steve is flustered and the truth comes out messily and he's like, a bit silly in trying to explain it and jan somehow takes his 'i don't like pizza' as a, we should get you to try more high end pizzas with stuff like sushi on it and steve's like why would you do that to sushi, i love sushi :( and iron man walks in and is like, just make the pizza here. there's a pizza oven in the back and even though thor broke the pizza peel the other day, i can just lift it out of the oven with my hands and so steve is Resigned and Convinced and Does in fact love cooking at home w the team so he finds some enjoyment in the Process itself but then the truth comes out! bc he tastes it and he's like it's fine. (what i say abt pizza while looking into the camera while people around me are orgasming over greasy tomatoes) and tony and jan press him for details and steve has to say, face in his arms, ears burning, that he misses the kinda rank taste of prewar city watered dough and jan and tony are like oh. well! and steve learns that you can in fact return funky NY flavor to pizza dough if you are friends with enough time travelers or something.

and jan and tony kinda get together and think about the times when steve just sorta ate or drank or accepted something bc he didn't want it to go to waste and it was fine and they think about steve not knowing what he likes and maybe they catch each others' eyes and they say at the same time, 'so, in bed -' 'he doesn't ever say what he wants' and it becomes A Thing that they have to address w steve and then a thing that gradually turns into a very communicative steve-centered threesome and then a relationship OR SOMETHING SDKJNBKJDN)

[minaharkers]

2, 5, 11, 19, 22-24 for Lukas!

!!!!!! thank u sm!!

2. Describe them in five words. Easygoing, clever, kindhearted, self-destructive, reckless

5. What’s their D&D alignment? Chaotic Good

11. Has anything traumatic ever happened to them? okay listen? listen. being born post-nuclear apocalypse already has you predisposed to trauma but uh. let’s go down the laundry list for my poor little meow meow:

- His family situation was pretty fucked!! His dad was basically a cult leader and had this toxic projection of masculinity that he expected of his sons. His eldest Ethan got the brunt of it and projected a lot of his hurt onto his siblings but Lukas got a lot when he was old enough bc he really chafed against the role he was expected to fit.

- Like home life bad enough to actually sneak off by following a trade caravan at the age of 11 into the desert bc he wanted to earn caps to get his mom and sister out too

- Said caravan catches him trailing them a couple days later and has him escorted back to his clearly abusive home but it turns out the Legion had beat them to it and had decimated his hometown. He had no idea if any of his family were alive or where they could be. Luckily Majorie, the ghoul who escorted him is cool as hell and basically adopts this little guy because he’s HER poor little meow meow

- Because I love suffering - I think like right before the Hopeville delivery Majorie ends up dying in a gunfight from a badly infected wound he wasn’t able to get to in time and it really fucks him up since she was pretty much a second mother to him. Majorie was always a wanderer and when she took Lukas in she didn’t change her habit so she was kind of his only deep connection so he felt really alone for the first time.

- God okay just. Realizing that both his siblings Ethan and Julia are ALIVE but none of them have really escaped that destructive cycle they’ve grown up with. Ethan is now a high ranking member of Caesar’s Legion and is the REASON that their town was even attacked and Julia’s been chasing him her entire life and is consumed by this need for revenge and Lukas is realizing he’s staring down that same path is just. A heartbreaking realization at how broken they all are

- Some asshole in a checkered jacket shoots him in the head and steals his delivery? rude ass bitch.

19. Describe their wardrobe.

It’s not very exciting, mostly standard man in apocalypse apparel - it’s the mojave so something that’s lightweight and breathable. And some light makeshift armoring around parts like shoulders during the game’s events when he’s in more gunfights but before he travels light since he’s mostly traveling on open roads. I like to imagine him in the retro-futurism style of sneakers it just feels very him. He occasionally will wear Majorie’s cowboy hat to really get that Cowboy feel (mostly to keep his scalp from sun burning LOL) but it’s very sentimental so he doesn’t like to bring it out too much.

22. What are their thoughts on relationships (romantic or platonic)?

He opens up to a lot more after being taken in by Majorie and is really open and friendly - really loves making friendly connections wherever he delivers but it’s hard to really develop anything deep when you’re on the move all the time. He definitely makes better connections being a courier in one area but I think during the game is where he really starts to connect w/ people past surface level again. Romantically is kind of the same thing - he’s had surface flings but connecting that deeply is something he’s not used to and it takes a lot for him to finally tear down his walls to be vulnerable to let someone in like that.

23. Do they have anyone they're interested in romantically?

You KNOOOW he walked into the Old Mormon Fort and saw Arcade Gannon and had an instant crush on him

24. What are their friends like? Are they like-minded? Lukas has a lot of surface-level friends because he's very enthusiastic and social but it takes him a while to open up to a real friend. I think one of the first people he really connects with during the game events is Veronica - I think they have a lot in common especially being outsiders in their own "families". They have very similar senses of humor lol and it's perfect for getting into Mischief.

[spenciegoob]

A Special Kind of Man

this fic swap is for @safertokiss​​ ... I really hope you like it, emma bc this was so fun to write lol

A/N: OMG! this is a part of my first fic swap and the first time I’ve done something like this with so many people, it’s been so cool.

Summary: Spencer Reid was a virgin, you knew that. What you didn’t expect however was how much he was really holding back.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: loss of virginity (spencer), mommy kink, penetrate sex, unprotected sex, creampie

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Word Count: 2.4K

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I always knew Spencer Reid was special, and sure, everyone he’s ever had a conversation with would look at this 24 year old kid spewing facts that no human would think to ever learn about, stockpiling knowledge about, well, everything. I’m sure he amazes people with his mind, I too am amazed when he opens his mouth and the exact number of a certain model Ford truck that is bought every year falls out.

But what else I knew about Spencer that made him more special, more worshipable was beyond anything anyone outside our closed doors would know, and my god would I ever be a fool if I didn’t do just that; worship him.

I would have continued to believe that somewhere down the line, someone would have been smart enough to give that man every piece of love and attention he deserves, because let me be perfectly candid, Spencer was beautiful. His jawline that never lacked the tension of holding back every nugget of knowledge he had stored in that beautiful brain of his, and the eyes like honey that stare up at me with an innocence and desperation alike every time I straddle his lap.

Spencer Reid was not only worth worshipping, but he believed that I deserve that kind of dedication and preach as well.

I never did quite ask if he was a virgin, but in the back of my mind I always knew he had been surrounded by blind fools his whole life in the way he grasped onto my body and whimpered in my mouth every time I perched myself onto him. He would never go further than heavy petting, which meant neither did I. Spencer may be worth worshipping, but I would never push him to receive such.

So, when we found ourselves entangled once again, my legs spread to wrap around his hips as he sat perched against the back of the couch, and I felt the coolness of his hesitant fingers snake their way under my shirt, I was surprised into pulling away from the heavy kiss we were sharing. Immediately his hands, that initially sent a chill hurtling up my spine only to fill me with warmth, returned back to my waist over the shirt, scared that he had done something wrong.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, looking down and rushing through the words with so much embarrassment and fear of my reaction as if I could ever imagine tantalizing or walking away from him.

“Do you want to?” I asked, and personally thanked whoever was listening that Spencer Reid was a profiler, because even if I wanted to, I couldn’t hide the lust in my eyes, or the breathiness to my voice. He had, unbeknownst to my partner here, left me having to take deep breaths and positively buzzing. Like I said, I always knew he was special.

“Put my hands under your shirt?” Came his reply, and I may have never been a profiler, but I could hear, behind the confusion, fear of my rejection plaguing his mind.

“Yes,” I whispered, my lips grazing his cheek where I placed a soft kiss. Spencer’s grip on me tightened as I moved towards his ear, subconsciously pulling my hips down onto him. “Whatever you want, pretty boy.”

“You!” The exclamation was a shout mixed with a gasp once I sunk my teeth into his ear lobe. At first, I had not thought to take Spencer’s words so seriously. We were in the heat of the moment, hands grasping onto one another and lips finding skin, but then my sweet boy pushed me far back only so he could look in my eyes with the confidence of a man who just won the lottery to state. “I want you.”

There were multiple things I took note of when looking down at Spencer. The first being that he had only taken his eyes off of my own in favor of glancing down at my lips, then back at me before raising his eyebrows in silent question. The second was that he had not stopped squirming underneath me, the hard on trapped in his work slacks having to be uncomfortable by now, and the every few seconds he found friction against my own clothed center could not have been helping as much as he needed.

The third, and final thing I noticed buried deep into blown pupils and wide, boyish eyes was the lust, desperation, the need for me the same I held for him. Spencer Reid wanted nothing more in this moment than to show me he was a good boy, a special boy.

“Are you sure?” I barely got through the last word before Spencer started nodding. “I need words, pretty boy.”

“Yes,” his tone was already breathy, and we haven’t even started. “Yes, please. I’m ready.”

I didn’t wait, grabbing a hold of my sweet boy’s cheeks and bringing his face down to meet our lips. The kiss was slow, passionate of course, but I wanted to take my time with him. The way I see this going is spending carefully calculated time on every part of his body, worshipping him and giving him all of my love in the form of soft bites and deliberate touches. Spencer Reid was handing me all of him, and I would be foolish not to return the favor.

Spencer and I were not going into this blind, because no matter how embarrassed he got, we somehow ended up having a very enlightening conversation in the past, even if at first it had started as a joke.

“Not everything Freud has said in his life was completely untrue,” was what started the argument. Spencer, in his oh so need to discredit the behaviorists and psychoanalysts of the past, jumped at the opportunity to prove me wrong, but I wasn’t going to let him this time. “While he may have gone about it the… wrong way, Freud was onto something.”

I had unbeknownst to Spencer got up from my seat, and was quietly tiptoeing over to him. “You don’t agree that you wouldn enjoy calling me Mommy in bed, pretty boy?”

“I-I um…” Is what ended the argument.

I pulled back, admiring his swollen lips and eyes fluttering open before pulling my shirt over my head, giving Spencer a full view of my now bare chest. The only way I could describe his face was similar to what I would imagine someone’s expression would be if they had made a groundbreaking discovery. His eyes grew wide and his jaw went slack in surprise, plus he didn’t hesitate to shift his gaze to my breasts. I could feel his hands loosen their grip on my waist, fingertips itching to move up my body to feel more of me.

“Can- can I touch them?” He whispered, not taking his eyes off the body part in question. Spencer was still looking at my chest in awestruck, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel the same way I thought of him.; beautiful, worshipable, special.

I nodded my head, grabbing onto Spencer’s wrists where his hands still remained at my sides and slowly dragged them up to chest. There was no more hesitation, he pressed his palms onto my breasts and grabbed them, pushing them together before kneading them.

“Oh my god, they’re s-so soft” he gasped, eyes blowing wide.“I w-want you. Please, M-”

Spencer stopped himself, and I could feel the muscles in his body tensing at the accidental slip of the name I so desperately wanted to pull from him now that I knew he felt the same about it.

“What was that?” I hummed against him, starting to softly grind our aching centers against each other, eliciting the sweetest moans from the sweetest boy while he continued to palm my breasts.

“Please. Mommy, please.” And there it was, my title for the evening and the reason for the growing wetness at my core.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” The buttons on his shirt were harder to undo than I would like to admit, his fingers that have moved on to tweak my nipples pulling my concentration and causing me to moan quietly as I worked. Eventually I accomplished getting his shirt open, and he helped me to push it off his shoulders and off of him.

I ran my hand down his chest, relishing the whimpers falling from his lips and my featherlight touch traveling further to the waistband of his pants.

“Bedroom,” I whispered, attempting to remove myself from his lap in favor of moving this party to a more comfortable place than the couch. Spencer had other plans.

“Wait,” he shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me back down on top of him. “I-I like it here.”

“On the couch, pretty boy?” It wasn’t that the position we were in wasn’t feasible, but this was Spencer’s first time. I wanted to make it as special as I could, starting with an actual bed.

“I want to be close to you.” If his words didn’t pull at my heartstrings, the way he looked down instead of in my eyes again did.

“Okay,” I agreed, and it was the truth, because the warmth spreading through me at the feeling of our bodies pressed so closely together was intoxicating. Spencer went to go unbutton my jeans, but I stopped him. Not because I didn’t want them off, but because he hadn’t realized that my plans for him included him sitting there and looking pretty like he always does. “Let me take care of you, sweet boy.”

I finished the job Spencer had started, getting up to unbutton my jeans and pull them down my legs. I heard him gasp at the sight of me now in only a pink thong before reaching out and making grabby hands at me. Instead of sitting back on his lap, I sunk to my knees on the floor, repeating the process on his work slacks and stripping him down to his boxers.

“Is this okay?” I asked, running my hands up and down his thighs in the most soothing manner. He responded with a hard nod and an ‘Yes, Mommy,’ shifting his hips closer to my hands in hopes that I would touch him where he craved the most. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t give him what he wanted. I didn’t use my hands, however, lowering my face to where there was an evident wet spot of precum on his boxers and placed a gentle kiss through the fabric on the tip of his dick.

Immediately his hands shot out to grab onto the sides of my face, forcing me away from his member to look up at him insead.

“I- I’m not going to last long like that,” he whispered. “Please, I need you, Mommy, please.”

I stood up, returning to my position perched onto his lap and smashing my lips to his. This kiss was much different than the ones we’ve shared previously, it was rushed, uncalculated and heavy. Tongues fought against each other and I caught his little whimpers in my mouth every time our cores rubbed against each other.

I grabbed onto the waistband of his boxers, asking one last time if he was sure. When I got his permission, I pulled them down to reveal himself to me, and my god was he beautiful. The tip was red and leaking precum, and I used my thumb to gather some and bring it to my mouth. Spencer’s jaw went slack again, watching me suck his cum off my digit and not taking my eyes off his own. I shifted once again to hover over him, pulling my panties to the side.

“Are you ready?” I asked, grabbing his hard cock and readying the tip to my entrance. He attempted to buck his hips up and enter me, but I continued to tease him by rubbing my wetness over him without entering just yet.

“Yes. Please, Mommy.” I sunk down, reveling in the way his eyes grew wide and his hands shot up to grab onto any part of me. Slowly, I inched down, feeling the stretch he provided and we both were moaning at the feeling.

“Is this okay?” I asked once more, getting a nod and a gasp at the feeling of me around him in return. His hips were trying to buck up into me, but I wouldn’t let him, lifting up slowly and slamming back down to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” he praised once again, screwing his eyes shut and panting. I picked up a rhythm bouncing on his cock with feaverish intent, neither of us were going to last long, both of us hypersensitive to each other.

Spencer opened his eyes, and couldn’t find where to look. He started with my breasts bouncing in his face with my increased speed, and moved on to where our bodies met, watching himself disappear into me. Lastly, he stopped at my face, finding me already staring down at him with my mouth agape and mewls escaping me.

From there we gazed into each other’s eyes, Spencer not holding back any of his sweet moans and gasps that sounded like garbled versions of my name. The knot in my stomach tightened further when I shifted slightly and felt his tip graze my sweet spot. He must have been close to, his hips thrusting up softly to meet my own in an attempt to chase his high. I reached down to rub my clit, wanting to fall off the edge together.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” he panted out, and I clenched around him at the sound of him whimpering. “Ah- ah ah, Mommy please!”

I increased the pressure on my clit, the coil in my stomach reaching its end when I shouted “Cum with me, pretty boy.”

Spencer’s hands gripped onto my waist with bruising pressure as we reached our highs together, crashing down with a shout of each other’s name as I felt his cum cover my pulsing walls. The feeling was indescribable, extending my orgasm and milking him for everything he has.

I slumped forward, resting my head against his sweaty shoulder as we attempted to catch our breaths. Spencer’s arms wrapped around me fully, pulling me closer to him and nuzzling his face into my neck, the sentiment making me smile.

“Are you okay?” I asked once our breathing returned to normal and the cloudiness of my post organsm brain melted. He just pulled me impossibly closer, laying kisses on the expanse of my neck he could reach.

“I’m more than okay. That was- that was-”

“Yeah, I know.” I giggled at his awestruck tone, mimicking his movements and nuzzling deep in his neck, breathing in his sweet scent.

Like I said, Spencer Reid was a special kind of man.

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