#to be able to work on it some on the weekend

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What's Got You Smiling? (18+ MDNI)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Story: Coming home from college for a long weekend, you plan to spend every waking moment with Eddie, enjoying each other's company and trying not to fall apart. Time away has done nothing but make the heart grow fonder when it comes to Eddie. But no matter how hard you try, the reality of college life is far more than you expected. On the verge of losing your dreams, you come back to the one thing that always has you smiling, Eddie.

Warnings: Sexual content/SMUT (oral - both parties receiving, unprotected p in v), language & financial struggles.

A/N: Whew! Well, this one has been brewing for a while, and I hope you enjoy it! As always, I apologize for any mistakes! One more unpublished work has made it out of the drafts.

Eddie scurried around the living room, tidying up what remained of the general mess that decorated the already cluttered space. Broken and lumpy pillows were tossed onto the tattered couch as the curly-haired boy tossed his messy mane out of his eyes. Standing to his full height, Eddie glanced around the room, scanning for any remaining mess. From his spot, his focus landed on the empty pizza box and beer cans that sat scattered on the kitchen counter. 

“Shit.” He muttered under his breath. Across the room, Wayne emerged from the hall already dressed in his fishing gear as he ambled toward the last dregs of coffee in the pot. The older Munson deftly avoided the whirlwind that was his nephew as he hurried through the kitchen, tossing trash into the open-mouthed bin.

The chipped laminate of the countertop bit into his back, releasing a groan that only came with age. Wayne sipped the black sludge that filled his mug, watching the frenetic energy of Eddie's cleaning spree. 

“When's she gonna be here?” Wayne asked, nose still buried in his morning cup of joe. 

“Noon.” Eddie paused for the first time in several minutes, a dumb smile plastered on his face, “She was gonna try to get on the road early.” 

“You tell ‘er I said ‘hi’ ”. The gray-haired man discarded the empty cup in the sink, rinsing it before fishing the wallet from his pocket. “Here, some cash for food, my treat.” 

“Thanks, Wayne. An’ will do.” Eddie snatched the bills from his uncle, stuffing them in his back pocket as he continued to clean. 

“Slow down, kid. You're gonna break something by hurrying around like that.” A chuckle accompanied Wayne's half-hearted joke. 

“Jus’ want it to be good, ya know?” The quip was full of worry and nervous anticipation. This level of care was reserved only for you. 

Spurred into action, Wayne slowly made his way to Eddie, ignoring the ache in his knees and back. With perfect timing, he was able to catch his nephew by the shoulder, holding him in place for just a moment. Ever the father figure, Wayne gave Eddie a once-over, admiring the frazzled young man before him. Wild curls framed his face, lying over his shoulder. The white t-shirt he'd chosen for the day was nicer and newer than what the young man usually gravitated toward. Even the frayed black denim that clung to his hips was less battered than normal. 

“It's gonna be great, son. Besides, since when has a little clutter ever mattered to her before? Never.” Wayne nodded, encouraging Eddie to relax, “She's put up with your messy ass for years, that's not gonna change. Okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie grinned a bit wider. The younger Munson's shoulders dropped, the weight of his anxiety dissipating with the steadiness of his uncle's words. Wayne continued to babble about emergency contacts as if the pair of you weren't full-blown adults who were both fully capable of taking care of yourselves. 

Shortly after, Wayne took off for his fishing trip, leaving Eddie alone in the trailer. Try as he might to occupy his mind, nothing worked. Saturday morning cartoons played silently in the background, useless as a distraction. The steady bounce of his knee from his seat on the couch had the rickety floor practically screaming. His ears were keyed to full attention, listening for the sound of a grumbling engine peeling down the lane toward the trailer. It was a sound he knew we would never forget. 

Sooner than expected, the telltale sign of your approach poured through the thin siding. Eddie sprung to his feet and took off toward the door. Outside on the porch, he shielded his eyes from the sun, squinting in your direction. The pounding of his heart was loud in his ears, nearly blocking out the sharp grind of your brakes as you came to a stop. The beautiful sound of your voice snapped him out of his stupor. You were really here, and in a few quick strides, he was to you, arms open wide to pull you in. 

“Eddie!” You laughed into his chest on an exhale, wrapping your arms around his lithe frame. He matched your enthusiasm, holding you tight in a monster of a hug. The sound of your name on his lips warmed you to the core.

Not ready to let go, you buried yourself in his chest, inhaling the sharp scent of tobacco and body spray that clung to him. Eddie whispered into your hair, hoping to make the moment last. 

“I missed you so fuckin’ much.” You could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin as he spoke. 

“Miss you too, Eds.” Your hands bunched the back of his shirt, twisting the fabric between your fingers. The two of you stayed like this, letting time pass unchecked, and the morning sun beat down on you. Guard down and safe, you were caught off kilter by the wave of emotions that rolled over you. The bridge of your nose burned, crinkling your face in an attempt to keep the feeling down. The protective embrace made that task difficult. A steady palm on the low of your back finally broke the dam.

Eddie could feel the way you held him tighter, shoulders stiff and face hidden from view. With a shaky breath, he held the back of your head, wishing for you to look at him.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Genuine concern built at the sight of your watery eyes. 

“Nothing, I jus’ - I missed you. ” You hiccuped, unable to find the right words to explain how you were feeling. On the balls of your feet, you captured his lips, letting the depth of your love bleed into the embrace.

“Me too, Sweetheart.” He cooed, dipping his head to speak in soothing tones along the shell of your ear. Eddie rocked side to side, willing you to relax in his arms. The less-than-delicate art of distraction managed to work. You went boneless in his arms and made no move to rush inside. His chin rested on the crown of your head, giving him space to breathe through it all. The last time you'd spoken on the phone, he heard the exhaustion in your voice. Work and school were beating the shit out of you, but everything was normal, or at least that was how it seemed. Fearing he'd missed something, Eddie made it his mission to bring you the rest and rejuvenation he knew you needed so desperately. 

“Sorry, Eds… I didn't mean to get all… well, whatever that was.” Weak and weary, you knew there was no judgment, and yet you couldn't help the habit of apologizing.

“You've got nothin’ to say sorry for, Sweets.” Feeling you lift from his chest, he matched you. Red rimmed eyes and puffiness painted a clear picture of the stress you'd been under. 

“Why don't we go inside, yeah? We can talk if ya want or we can… take a nap?” His tone rose at the end, suggesting that he wanted the second option without saying it outright. You took the bait without question. 

You couldn't help but chuckle, “A nap sounds so fuckin’ good.” 

“Nap it is then.” Eddie very reluctantly let you step from his arms. He trailed behind by half a step, letting you lead the way. Sheepishly, he watched you take in the familiar sight of his humble home. 

“Jesus Christ, Eddie… It's so clean.” You gaped at the tidy rooms.

“You say that with such disbelief.” Still behind you, he beamed with pride at your compliment. 

“Can you blame me?” You glanced back at him, teasing him with a soft smile.

“Nah, you're right, you always are.” Eddie came to your side, his hand gently resting on the low of your back.

“Not always.” You couldn't meet his eyes, and for the second time that day, he found himself uncertain of how to proceed. 

“Come on, you said nap, so… let's nap.” He waggled his eyebrows, nudging your shoulder with his. Down the hall in a few short strides, you followed in his wake. 

The inside of his bedroom was just as you remembered it. Cassettes were stacked on every available surface. Random notebooks filled with unfinished song lyrics were tossed about with far too many broken guitar picks to count. And of course, his prized possession, the beautiful blood red guitar, hung from the wall. You perched yourself on the corner of his bed, taking it all in as Eddied rummaged about his dresser. Whatever he was looking for took longer than expected to find, giving you plenty of time to admire the sight before you. 

From the relative privacy of your spot, you noticed the way his t-shirt sat perfectly over the muscles of his back. Each movement displayed his quiet strength, leaving just enough to the imagination to drive a person wild. While the black jeans hung low, letting a sliver of his plaid boxer peak over the top, and only serving to perfectly highlight the shape of his thighs. But it was the stunning grin that greeted you as he turned back in your direction that set your soul alight.

“Here.” he came to your side rather than tossing the shirt in his hand. “figured you'd want something comfy.” 

The threadbare cotton of his old Metallica shirt was buttery to the touch. Eddie sat beside you in silence. His focus flitted between your face and your hands, where you worked the fabric between your fingers.

“You wanna talk about it… or?” He opened the floor for a conversation you knew was needed, but so earnestly wanted to avoid. 

Avoiding the pit in your stomach, you switch focus. “I can't believe you kept this.”  You could feel him watching you, observing, constant and kind. The silence that bloomed between you was far heavier than he'd anticipated for what was meant to be a weekend full of fun, lighthearted, and joyous hours spent with the person he cared about most in the world. 

You'd promised you'd keep it together, that you'd shove down the worst of yourself for a few short days, but that was becoming an impossible task. Perhaps that was something that needed to be added to your growing list of failures, moral and otherwise. 

“You know it's yours if you want it, right?” Soft and tender, Eddie scooped your hand in his. Palm to palm, he rubbed tight circles in the divot beside your thumb. A shaky breath was followed by a jagged huff of laughter as you snapped yourself back to the present. 

“I know… but then what reason would I have to come back to this rust bucket of a trailer?” Real laughter blossomed from the pair of you, shoulders bumping with the shake of your bodies. The mood was lighter than it had been before. The sound of his joy was the antidote to everything that ails you.

“Whatever you say. I guess if you won't be gracing us with your presence here… that means I'll have to come annoy you there.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Your gut twisted, anxiety hot and heavy. Twisting to the side, you tucked a leg up on the bed, “Though I do have to warn you… my prude of a roommate might just burst into flames with your metalhead ass traipsing around… now that I think about it, maybe we should plan a trip, like right now.” 

Sarcastic as ever, and hiding the truth, you grabbed for his hand, making a show of pretending to drag him out of the room. Eddie went with you, taking a few long strides toward the door before stopping dead in his tracks. Hand still in yours, he tugged gently, turning you to face him. The humor in his eyes melted to something far more intimate. Crinkled lines formed at the corners of his doe eyes. 

“You say the word and I'm there.” Eddie's broad palms toyed with the bottom of your hoodie. He made no drastic moves, staying wordless as he let his touch drift higher, skimming over your ribs. The stiff wire of your bra met his fingertips, the first true barrier he'd encountered. A faint nod of acquiescence pushed him to keep going. In an awkward dance, he managed to rid you of your hoodie, discarding it at your feet. 

Woozy and breathless, you held the sides of his neck, your fingers buried at his nape. Eyes fluttering shut, you focused only on the lazy patterns Eddie dragged over your skin. His fingertips brushed over sensitive spots, sending shivers down your spine and catching the air in your lungs. With fluid practice, he unhooked your bra, pushing the straps from your shoulders with ease. 

“This alright?” Eddie hesitated, drawing close enough for his lips to brush yours. 

“Very.” The huff of his laughter fluffed your hair at the temple.

 “Good.” He captured your mouth, the embrace languid and full. The taste of mint on his tongue mixed with a hint of the cigarettes he was so unwilling to give up. Feather-light and teasing, he ghosted over your chest, rolling your nipple between his fingers. A tiny gasp of surprise and pleasure sprang free from you, and he swallowed it with pride. 

Eddie let his free hand wander, drifting to the rolled waist of your sweatpants. The worn cotton was thin under his touch as he played with the edges. Your hips bucked, shocked at the sudden intrusion but desperate for more. A shudder ripped down his nerves at the feeling of you, ready and waiting for him. Deft fingers slipped further down over your underwear, letting the pressure build as he reached where he knew you wanted him the most.

“Fuck, Eddie.” You tugged at his curls, your fist sturdy and insistent. Eyes closed, you fought against the distractions all around, wanting only him. You pawed at him, grinding against the heel of his palm that pressed to sweetly against your clit.

“Use your words, Sweetheart.” He pulled back, holding you by the chin. His gaze was syrupy and lust-filled. The chocolate of his eyes was lost in the inky black of pupils. “Tell me what you want.”

You choked on your thoughts, the words jumbled in a messy heap at the back of your throat. A needy moan was all you could manage.

“I need you to say it,” Eddie demanded, forceful and sultry. His lips ghosted over yours, close enough to touch, but holding you at bay. The delicious attention he’d been giving dropped away fast. His grip at the base of your neck tightened, keeping you in place, just far enough away for him to look you in the eyes. His voluminous curls fell around his face, sticking to the light sheen of sweat at his temples. There he waited, willing and eager for your answer, but adamant in his demand.

“I wanna feel you, Eds. Let me-” He cut you off, slamming your mouths together. Tongues clashed in a desperate embrace. You both needed more from the other. Moving with the clumsy sway of one who’d grown too quickly for his body to catch up, Eddie turned you around, walking back toward the bed until your knees bumped the mattress. 

You buckled, falling more harshly than he’d wanted, but it didn’t matter. Eddie went with you, letting his weight rest between your thighs. Terrified of losing the momentum, he wrapped a broad hand around the outside of your leg, hauling it higher on his hip. A force of habit and instinct had him rolling in your core, painfully hard and thankful beyond measure for the tiny bit of relief it gave him.

You clawed at him, raking up under his t-shirt and marking the swath of pale skin with angry pink lines. “Too many-”. 

He knew exactly what you meant and made quick work of his shirt, throwing it far away into the vast abyss of his room. Free to explore his exposed skin, you nipped at his shoulder, soothing the bites with your tongue as he did the same along your neck. The marks were sure to be bold and unmistakable tomorrow, but neither of you gave a flying fuck about that. 

Eddie worked his way lower, burying his face in your chest. The faint murmur of words against your skin sent you reeling. You had no idea what he’d said, but it didn’t seem to matter. He continued, dipping lower, kissing every inch of you he could find. The top of your sweats came into view, blocking his dissent. Tired of waiting, he gripped the fabric tightly, tugging it roughly down your body. They, too, were discarded in the depths of his room, where they were to be forgotten until social graces demanded that the pair of you clothe yourselves once more. 

Knelt beside the bed, Eddie traced messy patterns from ankle to knee, following with his lips in the wake. Shivers raced down your spine, anticipation growing with every centimeter he gained. You reached for him, not quite able to find purchase in his curls. Mouthing at your inner thigh, he whispered his next demand. 

“I wanna see your eyes.” He pulled back a bit, waiting for you to move, and it didn’t take long. Sitting up on your elbows, you locked eyes with him. A sly smirk was all you got before he returned to the task at hand. Hot, open-mouthed kisses paved the way to where you wanted him most. The threadbare cotton of your panties was damp with slick, and it sent him reeling. 

The sturdy bridge of his nose nudged at your core, earning him a delicate whimper. His huff of laughter was warm, but it paled in comparison to the heat that rolled off you. Careful and slow, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, pulling it to the side, groaning at the sight. Eddie’s gaze flicked to you, ensuring that you were keeping your end of the bargain. A haze had settled over you, weak and boneless already, and he couldn’t wait to take you apart. 

Eyes glued on you, he dipped his head, running the flat of his tongue over you. A rumbling groan broke, unburdened and beautiful, blending with a wicked gasp that erupted from you. Your fists clenched the blanket as he adjusted his position so that your legs fell over his shoulders. “Doin’ so good for me, Baby Girl.” 

“Fuck, Eddie.” You couldn’t help it. Your back arched as he dove back in for more. The elastic of your panties bit into your skin, the harder he pulled them out of the way. Eddie worked his way higher, finding your clit. He played you perfectly, licking and sucking just where you needed. He knew you were getting close. The plush of your thighs bracketed his ears despite his attempts to hold you still, but he didn’t care. 

Calloused fingertips entered the dance, curling wetly against that spot that drove you wild. Sucking air through unsteady lungs, you moaned gritting your teeth as your release broke white-hot over you. Nerves fired in waves as you clenched around him. Eddie relented only when he felt you go lax in his arms, your body twitching with his continued attention. 

Eddie crawled back up your body, capturing your lips. The heady taste of you was heavy on his tongue. He hummed into the kiss, letting the pair of you breathe for a moment, but knowing full well, neither of your were done. 

“You still have too many clothes on, Eds.” You chuckled lightly, reaching between you to brush over his hard-on. Blindly, you felt for his belt, deftly sliding the ends apart. Eddie let you work, focusing instead on teasing the spot along your neck that he knew was enough to get you going again. The pop of his button was followed by the zip of his fly, allowing the heavy weight of his jeans to slide down his hips.

Slow and steady, you slipped your hand inside, palming over his dick. Eddie whimpered at the touch. He strained at the blue plaid boxers, which were his favorite. On a sudden burst of confidence, you threw your weight up from the bed and turned, pinning Eddie beneath you. Your hips bracketed his as he stared up at you with wide-eyed surprise. 

Your palms rested on his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos. Black curls spread wide around his face, framing him in darkness. Eddie was, without a doubt, stunning. His strong hands found your hips, ready to follow you in whichever direction you decided to take. Your chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, keeping you still even with the reverberating energy that ran through your body. Leaning forward, you mouthed at his chest, pulling his nipple between your teeth and pulling lightly. 

His hips jolted at the feeling, and you took advantage. Rolling your hips, you let your weight glide over his erection. Heavy pants filled the space around you, and it was glorious. Filled with a surety you only ever felt with him, you kept going. Face to face with Eddie, you kissed him languidly, making him chase you for more.

Moving along his jaw, you could hear every tiny sound he tried to valiantly hold in drift across the shell of your ear. Reaching his, you nipped at the lobe before leaning in further to whisper.

“I wanna taste you.” You felt him buck beneath you, “You want that too, Big Boy?”

“Yes… fuck yes.” Eddie was breathless, barely able to form a coherent thought. His eyes were screwed shut as he tried to hold himself together. 

“That’s what I thought.” Hovering over his face, you smirked into the kiss. It was fast and hardly enough to satisfy. 

Without warning, you stood from the bed. At this, Eddie’s eyes flew open, following you, but making no move to sit up. He watched with rapt attention as you worked your ruined panties off your body. The limp garment fell to your ankles, where you flicked it away with your toe. Eddie couldn’t help himself. His gaze raked from head to toe, committing this version of you to memory. 

“You still with me?” You asked, getting close enough to put a hand on his knee.

“Yeah.” He nodded his head a bit to vigorously, and it was adorable. 

“Good.” You rested part of your weight on the bed, working as best you could to rid him of his jeans and boxers. Free from their protection, and harder than he could imagine, Eddie groaned as his dick slapped against his stomach. In awe, you reached for him, your fist closing around him. A low grumble rolled from him at your attention, his hips jerking against his will as you kept going. 

The pad of your thumb ran over his tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum that leaked from it. You stayed like this for a moment, gauging just how close he really was, and loving him for it. “You’re so beautiful, Eds.” 

The rest of your weight came onto the mattress, letting you take what you so deeply wanted. Normally, you were one for teasing, for prolonging the main event, you both were, but this was not the time. Eddie was right there for the taking, and you were in no mood to deny yourself. Gently, you tested the water, taking his tip between your plush lips, and he was right there with you.

Eddie’s fingertips slipped into your hair, not forcing anything, but holding you close. The smooth bob of your head built in intensity with each passing second. The broken sounds of pleasure that poured from him kept you going. You could tell he wanted more, that he was holding back for your benefit, not wanting to overstep a boundary. 

A lewd pop echoed as you pulled off of his, turning your head to look him in the eyes. You watched Eddie sit up on his elbows, a worried look washing over him, but you didn’t give it time to take hold. 

“You wanna fuck my mouth, Eds?” You asked low, your hand resting high on his inner thigh as you spoke.

“Yes.” He’d gotten to the point where words were failing him. His eyes were blown, no amount of brown remained to be seen in this lighting. 

“Then do it.” You dropped back off the bed and onto your knees, your palms resting on your thighs. 

“Holy shit.” Eddie moved on instinct, his desire for you guiding his actions. Standing up, he looked down at you, his hand lovingly holding the side of your head. You turned, placing a kiss on his palm before turning back to look up at him.

“Open your mouth.” There was a sharp edge to his words, a side of him you so rarely got to see now with your busy schedules and time apart. 

Eddie’s grip adjusted so that he held your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Your jaw dropped open, ready and waiting for him. His free hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it a few times before he let the tip rest on your tongue. Amused at the fucked-out look in your eyes, he wasted no time. Eddie pushed forward, and you went with him. Your lips closed around his cock, wrapping him in your warmth. His hips snapped slowly and at first, growing with confidence as he listened to the muffled moans that ripped from you. 

Roughly, he hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Pulling away for just a moment, he gave you a fraction of a second to catch your breath. Lips parted for him, you breathed through the discomfort, lust having blown apart your senses.  This time Eddie pushed further than he had before, the tip of your nose brushing against his groin, and it was glorious. Like this, he stilled, his free hand coming to rest on your throat, stunned at the feeling of himself beneath your skin. 

“You’re doin’ so good, baby.” Eddie praised, sending shockwaves down your spine. Heat pooled between your legs, and you chased after your own release. Your hand dipped between your thighs, finding your clit with ease. A heady moan reverberated through him, and instantly, he knew what you were up to. 

“Hands off, sweetheart.” You gave in immediately to his request, whimpering around him at the loss. “That’s it, good girl.” 

Eddie picked up his pace, hips moving with precision and desire. You could feel him getting closer to the edge as his rhythm began to falter, and you were ready. Looking up at him with hooded eyes, you let your hands wander. One gripped the back of his thigh, making sure he wouldn’t pull away before you both got what you wanted, while the other explored. It started fairly innocently, if anything, the pair of you were doing could be described as that, but it didn’t stay that way for long. 

Fingertips bit into his bare ass, leaving red marks in their wake before sliding around between his legs. Gingerly, knowing he was overly sensitive, you cupped his balls, adding just the right amount of pressure. That was all it took. Above you, Eddie gasped, his hips thrusting hard into your mouth, where he let his release wash over him. Thick ropes of cum painted your tongue, but you didn’t swallow, not yet. 

Before he was fully recovered, Eddie released your hair and spoke once more on a shaky breath, “Show me.” 

He slid from you and watched with total reverence as your mouth opened wide, giving him the view he wanted. His come sat beautifully between your lips, earning you a deep hum of praise. 

“Stunning,” He tucked an errant strand behind your ear, the gesture soft and loving, and in direct opposition to his next demand, “Swallow it.” 

And you did without question. Satisfied, he hauled you to your feet, supporting your wobbly legs. Without a care in the world, he pulled you in for a kiss, his tongue deep as he tasted himself. The pair of you swallowed each other’s moans, letting the embrace linger as he dragged you back onto the bed. Your legs tangled, Eddie cupped your pussy, noting the way you jumped under his touch. 

“There something you want, honey?” He teased, smiling from ear to ear at your neediness, having just absolutely wasted each other. 

“I want- I said I wanted to feel you.” Your hand snaked between your body, finding him semi-hard and throbbing.

“That’s right, ya did.” Eddie rolled you onto your back, stealing your hand from him his cock as he pinned your wrists above your head with your own. With his free hand, he stroked himself, letting his shaky breaths invade your senses. There was nothing but the two of you, your body melding together in an embrace you’d flocked to time and again. 

It didn't take long for him to be ready again. Blood rushed through Eddie’s body, flooding to the place he needed it the most. 

“You ready?” He asked so sincerely that it nearly broke your heart because no matter how rough the pair of you got, it was always from a place of total love and devotion. He let go of your hands, freeing you to touch him as you pleased. 

“Yes.” You wrapped an arm around his neck, burying your hand in his hair as you brought him down for a kiss. Eddie followed, pressing into you with tender care. 

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Eddie shuddered at the sting of your nails down his back, but he didn’t mind. Lust radiated over his body, numbing the pain and leaving only pleasure. He took his time, letting you dictate the pace. Before long, the only thing he could feel was the velvet wrap of your body around him. There was you and only you. Not a single other thing mattered in the world apart from this, and for that, he was forever grateful. 

Flush with your body, he waited, watching the furrow of your brow loosen as you adjusted to his size. When you were ready, Eddie held for just a second longer, meeting your eyes. 

“I love you.” His confession was sincere, and while it wasn’t the first time those precious words had been spoken, they sent butterflies storming all the same. 

“I love you, too, Eddie.” You leaned up just enough to capture his lips, sealing the moment for what it was, the truest expression of love. 

He fell quiet, focusing on the way you fluttered around him, and trying not to fall over the edge to quickly. You were surrounded by Eddie, his body, his scent, the slick of his skin against yours, and it was heaven. You both knew this wasn’t going to last long; the previous adventures had seen to that.

Steady and sure, Eddie rolled his hips into yours. Each thrust rocked your bodies, overstimulated and sensitive. Sweet nothings tumbled from your lips, encouraging him to keep going. He could feel how close you were, the twitch in your hips growing stronger the longer he kept at it. 

“Let go, baby, I got you.” That was all it took. Your body tensed, gasping sharply at the electricity that rattled your bones. Eddie gripped your hip firm enough to leave marks that were sure to bruise later, but you didn’t care. The arch of your back softened as the peak of your release waned, leaving you breathless and weak beneath him. 

Eddie had yet to join you, but you knew he was close, and you wanted to feel him come apart. Soft hands held onto his body, finding the spots that drove him wild along his neck and chest. You laid a line of fire along his collarbone, biting hard and causing him to groan. 

“Shit, I’m close…where do ya- where-” He fumbled his words, his concentration lacking for good reason. 

“Inside.” This caused him to falter in earnest. His eyes locked on yours, shocked and excited in equal measure. 

“You sure?” Eddie paused for a second, giving you time to answer. 

“More than I’ve ever been.” You smiled a broad and all-encompassing grin. 

There were no words to suffice at that moment, so Eddie let his body talk for him. His curls bounced around his face, shielding the pair of you in a protective bubble, and it was like this that he fell apart. You could feel him jerk, his hips flush with yours as he kept himself buried deep. The warmth of his spend was delicious. 

Not ready to let you go, he turned on his back, taking you with him. Lying on top of his body, you peppered his chest with kisses. Eddie soothed your aching muscles, working in gentle circles across your lower back. The two of you relaxed into one another, breathing in time, slow and shallow.

You could feel him sink into the broken-down mattress beneath you, his shoulders falling slack as exhaustion tugged at his eyelids. Chin propped on his pec, you glanced up at him, his lashes hiding the depth of emotion in his eyes. A joy unlike any other warmed him from the depths of his soul, joining the smile that lifted his features. 

“What’s got you smiling?” You half-joked, really wanting the answer, but knowing it might be elusive in a moment like this one. 

“You… It’s always you.” Sitting up, Eddie brushed his lips against yours, rolling onto his side. In this new position, the two of you were finally parted. The loss of fullness had you whimpering, tender, and yet not wanting to let go. 

“Sorry, sweets.” Careful to jostle you as little as possible, Eddie rolled out of bed. You could hear him rummaging around in the kitchen, the sound coming closer as he stopped by the bathroom. The door hinges creaked as he kicked it back open.

Eddie’s hair was thrown into a messy knot at the top of his head. Trapped in the crook of his arm were two cloudy plastic cups filled with water. The liquid sloshed dangerously close to the edge as he leaned down to set them on a semi-stable cardboard box next to the bed. With his hands free, he sat next to you on the bed, a damp rag ready to go. 

“Come here.” You rolled on your back. A sudden tug at your knee brought you the rest of the way to his side. The movement was sudden, but not harsh, and entirely Eddie. You couldn't help the giggle that erupted at the thought. 

“What?” He’d already brought the cloth to your skin, starting a your knee to let you adjust to the temperature. 

“Nothin’ ” The warm water had cooled to an almost chilly state in the time it’d taken him to get back to you. The tiny flinch had him scrunching his nose, “Sorry ‘bout that.” 

“It’s okay.” You let him work, his capable hands making quick work of the mess you’d made together. Done with the task, he tossed the rag away. 

“Eddie!” You admonished, scoffing at his complete lack of care compared to the wild amount of cleaning he’d done in the living room and kitchen

“What?!” He laughed, already standing up to go and get it, “I got it, I got it.” 

Rag in hand, he dropped it into the overflowing hamper in the corner of his room before making his way back to the bed. He took the spot next to you, reaching for the covers to lay them over both of you.  You scooted closer, tucking yourself into his chest as he hauled you into his arms. 

“How ‘bout that nap? Hmm?” Eddie offered, feeling you nod against him. 

“Yeah… but… umm… can I- can I tell you something first?” You hesitated, not fearful of his reaction, but simply for the fact that saying it out loud felt like speaking it into reality, even though it already was.

“Of course.” Eddie felt you move, and he went with you. Sitting up, you tucked the blanket under your arms, your eyes staring daggers across the room. You let your weight fall into him, not wanting to look at him. He let you take your time; the silence that surrounded you was heavy.

“I’m leaving school.” The truth was out, fast and sharp, taking the weight of the world with it. 

“What?” Eddie was in disbelief. “Wh-why… what happened?”

“They didn’t renew my scholarship.” An uncertain hand came to hold your cheek, turning your face to meet his. The tears that pooled began to fall, streaking down your face in heavy streams. "My grades were..."

“Hey, it’s okay… I mean it doesn't feel okay, but you’re okay.” Eddie rambled, trying his best to comfort you. 

“What am I supposed to do? I- I don’t know- fuck!” You scrambled to find the right words, and none of it was right. 

“You don’t have to have the answer to that right now, okay? You’re here, you’re safe… an’ we- we can figure it out together, alright?” 

He held the sides of your face, begging you to listen, to breathe. The shallow nod of our head, let go of the vice on his lungs. With a heavy sigh, he pulled you into his chest. Tied together, the pair of you sank back on the bed, a tangle of limbs and tears. Holding you around the waist and by the nape of your neck, Eddie let you ride through the worst of the sobs. 

As the shaking of your shoulders lessened, you felt yourself succumb to exhaustion. Sleep dragged you under, releasing you from the present for just a moment. Eddie fought against the call to slumber, staving it off until he was sure you were asleep. The steady rise and fall of your chest, and the warmth of your breath on his chest gave him permssion. Later, the pair of you would have time. Time to mourn what had become of your bright and beautiful plans. Time to make new ones, ones that led you forward together. And most of all, time to enjoy one another. The only thing whose certainty was never questioned, and that was certain to bring a smile, even during the most challenging of times.

[alwayssmilingvenison]

Alastor smiled and hummed, thinking over his schedule. The only thing he really had to attend to was a court appearance... Eh, Satan would be happy to run court without him. Hopefully, the defendants deserved his fury. "I'd love for you to stay the night, but I do have work tomorrow afternoon." He warned, turning his head to kiss the top of Lucifer's.

"You can spend the night every weekend night if you'd like." He offered. The less time around Michael, the better. He'd offer Lucifer to just move in, but it was too soon, and there was no way Alastor would be able to go do his actual work...

Charlie whined was the sun got in her eyes, she blinked them open a moment before wordlessly crawling into Lucifer's lap, in the shade, and falling asleep again.

Alastor watched her with wide eyes before smiling and covering his mouth to muffle his laughter. "I told you she adores you~" And oh did Charlie look adorable in his arms.

The missing puzzle pieces reunited...

"So... when she wakes up, how about we go find something to do and go pick up some things for you from your apartment?"

Alastor smiled lightly. "You'll be the first to see how it ends up." He assured because it was true. There may be no book, but it was Lucifer's life, he'd see how it all ends long before Alastor could even start writing.

He unwrapped an arm from Charlie to pull Lucifer over a little so he could rest his head on top of his. He gave a light and content sigh. It was funny. He never saw himself as a family man, yet this day was easily one of his favorites close to their wedding if he was honest. Their little girl cradled in one arm and his husband in his other, enjoying a peaceful day at the park. Something he normally found boring, but now was so perfect.

He hummed as Lucifer spoke before chuckling and pulling back to look down at him. "Darling, you may have whatever role you wish with her. She's almost as over the moon about you as I am." He assured, kissing his forehead lightly. "Things to know? She's an angel as long as she gets her nap. She will try to weasel out of them, never let her, because she becomes an adorable demon stomping her foot and holding her breath. Otherwise, she's fairly easy to reason with. She loves games, running around, playing dress up, singing, bedtime stories, coloring, glitter, and her dolls. She does have some from her daddy that she holds dear, they normally never leave her room, but I'm sure she'd make an exception for you." He explained. "She loves all food except asparagus. Honestly, a very easy and loving child.

[little-lxxnari]

Here’s some headcanon slice of life content for y’all! Starting off strong with Cube, of course, you all know who’s my favorite.

Story/explanation below (it’s long)

While Iris lives a lavish life due to being royalty along with Pentellow who is able to live comfortably with him, and monster economy + retirement keeping Pyrare stable, Cube has to work a bit harder to keep himself sustained.

Lythorus, being a mayor, tried to offer Cube help in the past by offering to pay for somewhere for him to live, but was met with denial as Cube was used to having to find ways to sustain himself.

After Cube moved out of his adoptive parents’ house, he built his house with his own two hands on top of a hill (as I imagine a cube would be able to do), only accepting external help with setting up the water and electrical systems.

Of course, since he completely refused Lythorus’s help, he had to find work somewhere. He got a job at a small bakery near the outskirts of the village, making a sustainable income that could keep him alive with money leftover to afford things like decor and entertainment, a lot of which was spent on the Friendship Garden he grew with Lythorus.

After finding out he’d be the next caretaker, he assessed his current financial situation and decided that: while he could comfortably sustain himself, it would be harder to sustain both him and his future hero with what he was making. So, despite how much he initially hated the idea, he got a nightshift job at a mall closer to the center of the village as a security guard.

Working two jobs leaves him extremely tired during the day, but he tries to avoid letting it impact his work effort.

The bakery manager, being kind and caring towards her employees, noticed how his baking quality dropped slowly. After learning of his busy schedule, she offered to change his weekly shift schedule to something that allowed him more time to rest. Though Cube was hesitant, he accepted with pressure, and managed to develop a routine where he could make the most of his two jobs with resting time left over.

Shortly after the corruption had ended, Cube returned to work, afraid his absence would’ve affected his pay or whether or not he was still employed. Despite his fears, he worked at the bakery with significantly more quality to his work than when he started, earning a generous raise as his baking caused the bakery to grow dramatically in popularity. This allowed him to quit his night job without much change to how much he was originally earning.

Now, he works at the bakery with weekends and Wednesdays off, managing to take care of himself and his hero much better than he anticipated - even with Teal under his wing, he could easily afford to care for two heroes.

Do y’all like it 😼

[thebisexualdogdad]

Hey friend can you do the fluff poly a to z for Nolan x Male reader x Tim?

a = affection; is anyone more overly affectionate than the others? when it comes to physical vs verbal, who prefers what?

John is a lot more affectionate than Tim, John shows affection both physically and verbally where Tim is much more subtle about it, Tim will cuddle with you on the couch but he's not really one to hold hands in public.

b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements - does anyone like to sleep alone?

You usually end up in the middle because John gets up at least twice a night to go to the bathroom and Tim wants to be on an end in case of emergency leaving you in the middle, not that your complaining about that.

c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how do the rest look after them?

Tim can be clueless when it comes to comforting someone, he's just like, “uh you want pizza? A beer?” John on the other hand is like let's have a weekend getaway and forget about all our worries.

d = dates; what do dates look like? who usually plans them, or are is it a group affair?

John is the usual date planner, he's always looking for new places to check out and he's the one who always finds the best coupons to save some money. Tim, “really Nolan another coupon?” John, “hey we need to save some money for the Rams game we're going to next week, those stadium beers are expensive.”

e = events; who drags everyone else to their family/friends’ events?

John is the social one, he's always planning get togethers with your friends and when Henry comes to town John has an entire itinerary of things he wants to do.

f = fights; are arguments something that happen often? what are they over, and how are they resolved?

Arguments with Tim are about him pushing you away when things get hard because he thinks that is what's best for you. Arguments with John are about him constantly putting himself in danger. How do you resolve them? Well that's a constant work in progress.

g = getting together; how did it all come about? were there any pre-existing relationships between them?

You transferred to the mid Wilshire station and upon meeting Tim and John you realized you were attracted to both of them and they both wanted to be with you too. They didn't know if they would be able to share you so it was pretty awkward at first trying to figure everything out but you eventually found the relationship worked and everyone was happy in it.

h = hobbies; does anyone share any hobbies/passions? how do they include the rest of their partners in them?

Tim's are sports, John likes to read. John sort of likes sports but no where near the degree Tim does so he's able to follow along when you guys watch/go to games with Tim but when it comes to big events like the superbowl he's more interested in the party aspect versus the actual game. John is a fan of classic literature, you and Tim were actually kind of surprised at how much John reads.

i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone that resists being looked after?

Tim is the germaphobe who stays very far away when you're sick, sleeping on the couch still feels too close he genuinely considers staying at a hotel. John is the caretaker who has no fears of getting sick, he's convinced he has an immune system of steel.

j = joker; who’s got the best sense of humour? do they like to tease and banter with everyone else?

John is the jokester and he often makes references you and Tim don't understand. Tim, “is that like an old person thing?” John, “old?? I'm only a few years older than you??”

k = knowing; who can read their partners like a book? is there anyone who’s got their walls up, even around their partners?

You're starting to break down Tim's walls slowly brick by brick. You've gotten a pretty good read on the two of them and know when something is up.

l = lavish; is there anyone who really likes to treat their partners/show them off? how do the rest tend to react - who revels in it, and who’s made shy by it?

You show off John and Tim all the time, why wouldn't you when you have two handsome boyfriends like them plus you want to make sure they know how much you love each of them.

m = memories - is anyone more on the sentimental side?

Definitely John, he remembers every single important step in your relationship and treats them all like anniversaries. The day you met, your first date with him, your first date with both him and Tim, the day you moved in together etc.

n = nights; what’s the nighttime routine like when they’re all together?

There is a lot of you having to wake up John cause he fell asleep on the couch while watching TV before bed and Tim often goes for a run before bed.

o = open; how open is everyone with one another?

John is like an open book, he was very honest about his feelings from the beginning. Tim struggled with being vulnerable but eventually let his guard down opening up to you.

p = pda; what’s pda like with them? is there anyone who loves it, and anyone who’s less fond of it? what actions/words does it manifest as?

Like stated before Tim is not big on affection and certainly not in public, the only time he stops caring is when you are at an event and you dance together and he forgets about everyone else in the room letting himself relax. John always has his arm around you, kisses your cheek and generally tries to have you as close to him as possible (well besides at work cause Grey would definitely write you up for that).

q = quiet; who prefers to spend their time with their partners out and about, and who likes to spend it at home?

Tim prefers nights at home, John prefers going out. The only way to convince Tim to go out is if it's a double date with Angela and Wesley or Nyla and James.

r = romantic; is anyone a bit of a sap for their partners?

Don't let Tim's tough exterior fool you he's down bad for you he's just not good at showing it but he would put his life on the line for you without a second thought.

s = sharing; is there anyone who’s particularly territorial of their partners?

It was definitely a learning experience for Tim and John having to share a partner. They both had to be open and honest about their feelings which brought a lot of deep conversations. Tim had a harder time getting used to being in a throuple and it was particularly annoying having people at work asking him questions about your relationship telling them it was none of their business.

t = terms of endearment; nicknames! who’s crazy on them, and who do they make cringe? what’re the go-to’s?

John calls you babe and dear, Tim doesn't really do nicknames and mostly calls you by your last name at work and first name at home.

u = urge; who’s the most impulsive? who do they loop into their plans, and who entertains their antics?

Obviously John has some problems with impulsivity, sometimes you get yourself wrapped into it while Tim is scolding you guys for being so reckless.

v = vacations; how do holidays go? are they big exotic trips, or the occasional staycation?

You guys mostly do weekends away, Catalina, palm springs, San Diego etc. Easy vacations to unwind from the stress of the job is best and you make sure to have one on one weekends with each of them to spend quality time together.

w = worthy; how are insecurities handled? is anyone more self-conscious than the others?

Tim is the more self conscious one, he sometimes thinks he isn't good enough for you or feels like you don't know how much he loves you because of how much more open John is than him. You constantly need to reassure him you know fully well what you mean to him and how your life wouldn't be the same without him in it.

x = xoxo; who checks up on their partners a lot when they’re apart? do they call, or are texts enough to make them feel close?

You get texts from John all day long asking how your shift is going and when you have lunch together he's catching up like he didn't see you at home only a few hours ago.

y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)?

You're very grateful to work with your boyfriends because if you didn't you would miss them a lot more. It's hard when one of you gets assigned to the occasional weeks of night shifts since you only get to see each other as one of you is clocking out while the others are clocking in at the station.

z = zealous; who was especially eager in their pursuit of the relationship? was anyone more reserved in their want for it?

You all had your reservations about the relationship but mostly because of work, if things didn't work out that was gonna make things real awkward and the last thing you needed was I told you so lectures from Grey about creating unnecessary drama in the workplace (don't get me wrong Grey wants you all to be happy but he also has to look out for the station and make sure it stays a healthy work environment).

[eviemonroeer]

The Monroe Effect: Chapter 18

Set in between Seasons 5 and 6 of ER. It's original material y'all!

Warnings: varying pregnancy symptoms, Carter's crappy parents (mainly his mom)

WC: 2.4 k

ER story belongs to original creators, just adding on my own original charter.

Taglist: @pleasecallmeunhinged, @rainmg, @arigoldsblog, @queenslandlover-93, @hagarsays, @antisocialfiore, and @snowflames-world

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The next couple of weeks were a blur. I finally had my twelve-week appointment where I was cleared to return to nursing duties with the promise I would take it slow at first. That was something Carter took very seriously. He made sure I stayed off of big traumas and basically snagged me for every one of his patients, so he knew how I was doing at all times. It was a little suffocating, so we had to have a discussion about it. As twelve weeks turned into thirteen, he gave in to letting me help with cases Mark or Kerry were on, which was a welcome break. We had gone out a couple more times as we were able to manage, mainly dinner or a movie, whichever fit. But it was nice to be separate some of the time too. 

The baby was doing very well considering our start. As I reached fourteen weeks, I started to round out a little more. It wasn’t noticeable through my scrubs just yet, but in just the right shirt or dress, you could tell something was there. My morning sickness was still coming and going, but way less frequently than before. Mainly I was just tired. Growing a human on top of working ER shifts was no joke. Carol and I liked to commiserate on that daily. I had also called my aunt and finally told her I was expecting. She was excited for me and hoped everything would go well, and promised to find the time to visit once the baby was born. Just the reaction I expected her to have; nothing angry, but nothing over the top. However, I was not prepared for the next family members I would have to face. 

Carter had come over for dinner. I had actually cooked for a change and was excited to finally watch Speed with him for the first time. However, while I was plating the meal and serving, I could tell something was wrong. He was fidgety and quiet; two things Carter typically wasn’t unless he was hiding something. He was even pushing his food around with his fork when he typically dug right in at the end of a long day. 

“What’s wrong?” I bluntly asked, taking a bite.

Carter looked up, opening his mouth to lie most likely. But I raised an eyebrow and his lips shut. He closed his eyes, sighed, and then looked back at me. “My parents are coming to town, and they want to have dinner.” He paused. “With both of us.” 

“Oh.” I said, my eyebrows shooting up a little. “You told them about me?” 

“Not in specifics. Dad asked if I was seeing anyone, and I mentioned you.”

“Mentioned me. Well, uh, did you mention this?” I gestured down to my belly. 

“I did not.” He admitted. “I really wasn’t ready to have that conversation with them.”

“You know you’re going to have to at some point. This baby is going to come faster than we want.”

“I just want them to meet you first. Get a chance to know you before we drop the bomb on them.”

“Oh yeah? And when is that going to happen?”

“Friday night.”

I coughed, choking on the bite I had just taken. I took a drink and cleared my throat. “Excuse me?”

“My parents are going to be in town this weekend. I understand if you don’t want to come, but it is the first time I’m seeing them in person in literal years. I could really use someone to bounce off of.”

I sighed and looked at that sad puppy dog face. There was no way I was going to be able to say no to it. “Uh, okay. Yes, I will meet your parents this weekend.”

Carter leaned forward and kissed me. “Thank you.” He pulled back. “There’s just a couple of things you’re going to need to know.” 

 

I pulled at my dress for the millionth time, turning and examining myself from every angle. It was a simple black midi dress with an asymmetrical hem and for the most part it was hiding my slight baby bump pretty well. However, I was still scared Carter’s parents were going to be able to tell I was pregnant the moment they saw me. 

“You look beautiful.”

I turned to look at Carter, who was leaning in the doorway. He can gone with a dark blue button up, dress pants, and some nice shoes. Why did he always have to look so effortlessly good all the time? It wasn’t fair that I had to hem and haw over every little detail. That I had to try on a million things and still not find the right one.

“I don’t feel beautiful.” I groaned and turned back to my mirror. “I feel huge. Your parents are going to know the minute they see me.”

Carter shook his head and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me so he was holding my bump. “You look beautiful. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed my neck. “Let’s get going. We don’t want to be late.”  He walked over to the bed, handing me my shawl and clutch. “You’re gonna be great.” He kissed my hands and led me out the door. 

   

Carter put a hand on my lower back, walking beside me as we followed the waiter to the table. The restaurant was nice, had a valet and everything. Everyone was dressed really well, and I suddenly felt too casual. As we got into the heart of the restaurant, we were led straight to a table where two people who were undoubtedly Carter’s parents sat. They both stood as we walked up.

The man was literally an older version of Carter with grey hair. They were both the same height from what I could tell with a relatively same build. It was nice to see the future didn’t look too bad and now I knew where he got the nose from. The woman though I could tell was like stone and didn’t seem like she would take to kindly to funny business. Her dark hair was pulled back in a low bun, her lips fixed in a harsh line. 

I gulped. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

 “John.” The man said, coming over to shake Carter’s hand. 

“Dad.” Carter responded, extending the gesture. “Hi mom.” He walked over to the woman and kissed her cheek. “Mom, Dad, this is Genevieve. Evie, this is Jack and Eleanor Carter, my parents.” 

“Nice to meet you.” I said, trying to put on a sincere smile despite my nerves. I held out my hand to his dad, who kissed it and his mom who shook it. When we all finally sat, Carter pulled out my chair. “Thank you.” I whispered and Carter smiled at me before taking his own seat. A waiter came around and started pouring wine. 

“We went ahead and ordered drinks.” Eleanor said, taking a sip. “It’s a vintage red. Very good.” 

“Thanks mom.” Carter said, his eyes darting to me. I smiled again but reached for the water glass in front of me. 

“So, John, how are things going for you at work?” Jack asked, reading over the menu.

Thus began the small talk portion of the evening. Carter mainly led the way, talking about work and giving his parents updates on his life. I would describe everything as pleasant as we ordered our meal and fell into casual conversation. However, I could feel Mrs. Carter’s eyes on me as she took note of everything I did. And eventually, I was put on trial at the table. 

“Where are you from Genevieve?” Eleanor asked, completely ignoring the current conversation to start this new one.

“Uh, Ohio. I moved here after I finished school.”

“Oh, what’s your degree in?” Jack asked, a little more engaged and curious then Eleanor. 

“I have a Bachelor of Science in Nursing. I’m an RN and I also have EMS certification.”

“An RN? So, you must work with John?” The question was back to Eleanor.

“Yes ma’am. We both started at County at the same time.”

“For his residency?”

“No, when he was a third-year medical student.” 

“How old are you?” 

“I’m 25. I turn 26 in September.”

“Oh, you’re younger.” She said with a note of disdain as she took a sip of wine, something I was extremely jealous of. If I weren’t pregnant, I’d be on my second or third glass by now. Carter grabbed my hand underneath the table and gave it a squeeze as the waiter returned with our meal. I stomach sank a little as I grabbed my knife and fork. 

“So, Genevieve, does medicine run in the family for you?” Jack asked as he began cutting his steak. A bit of blood pooled out as he did so, and I felt my stomach flip. “John is the only one of us who went into the field, much to our disapproval.”

“Uh, no. My mom, Diane, was a seamstress and had her own shop. She did everything from baptism dresses to wedding dresses.”

“What does she do now?”

I bit my lip and forced a smile. “Uh, she actually passed away. She’s been gone almost ten years.”

“I’m very sorry to hear that.”

“What about your father?” Eleanor asked, without the slightest hint of sympathy.

“Mom.” Carter pleaded. “Maybe let’s cool it on the interrogation.

“I’m just trying to get to know Genevieve. So, dear, what does your father do?”

I held my tongue the best I could. “I actually don’t know. I haven’t seen him since I was two.” 

“So, dad how were the Hamptons this year?” Carter quickly asked, trying desperately to change the subject. 

“There were some storms, so we decided to go to Martha’s Vineyard instead.” Thankfully Jack was also trying to relieve the tension as best he could. I tried to focus back on my meal, but the minute I cut into it, my stomach churned again. ‘Please don’t do this now baby’, I directed towards my stomach. I was already having a hard enough time. 

“Genevieve, are you feeling alright?” Eleanor asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked up to meet her cold stare. “You’ve barely touched your food and you haven’t had any wine. Or is it not to your taste?” 

“Mom.” Carter hissed, giving her a warning. 

“No, it’s great Mrs. Carter. I’m just not very hungry.” I looked down at my dish again and felt the wave of nausea roll over me again. Any other time I would have devoured the pesto covered meal, but right now the Carter spawn was not having it. All they wanted was Doc Magoo’s pancakes. Of course, tonight had to be the reoccurrence of my morning sickness. I grabbed my water glass again, swallowing slowly to keep my stomach at bay. 

“We can order something else if you’d prefer.” Jack offered, taking another bite of his medium rare steak, which again, wasn’t helping my stomach. 

“It’s alright. Thank you.” 

“John, is there something you need to tell us?” I turned back to Eleanor, who was studying me heavily, the same way she had all night. I swallowed again and smoothed out my dress, trying to suck in my stomach. She knew, she had too. She was just waiting for someone to say it out loud. 

Carter sighed and closed his eyes before speaking. “Uh, yes.” He wiped his mouth with his napkin before grabbing my hand and putting it together on top of the table. “Mom, Dad. Evie is pregnant. About four months along.” Jack coughed before swallowing hard. 

“Is it your baby?” 

“Mom! What the hell?” 

“Eleanor!”

“What? Women try this kind of thing all the time, especially with your cousins. Why would it be any different this time around?” 

“Evie’s not like that.” 

“Every woman is like that if they want money bad enough. John, this phase of yours might be fun now but you need think about the repercussions. 

“A phase? Repercussions? What the hell are you talking about? Evie is my girlfriend, and we are having a baby together.”

“She’s not like us John. Who’s to say she’ll even be around in a year or two? And then what about the money you’ll have to pay her.”   

“Excuse me ma’am, but I don’t need your money.” I said and all eyes snapped to me. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice steady and calm. I had sat their paralyzed in fear for to long. “As I mentioned, I have a job. One I love, might I add. I have my own place, which I pay every bill for. I like my life. I don’t care about or need any of your money. Just your son. Excuse me.”              

I threw my napkin down on the table and got up, bag and shawl in hand as I headed back towards the door. How the hell could she think that what she said was justified? She had no idea who I was. She barely spoke to me all evening, just coldly stared and judged. She never even gave me a chance. I went outside with the purpose of catching a cab to get as far away from this place as soon as possible.

“Evie, wait!” I didn’t turn, but I could hear and feel Carter run up beside me. “Hey, look at me.” I refused. “Please look at me.” He gently turned me to face him, and I tried to hide the tears pooling in my eyes. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head up. “Do not listen to a thing my mother said in there. I have never, nor would ever think you got pregnant for my family’s money. She was out of line, and I am so sorry you had to go through that.”

“I knew she wasn’t going to like me.” I choked out. “From the minute I sat down I knew she looked at me like I wasn’t enough.”

“Evie....” Carter grabbed me and brought me to his chest, holding me close and tightly. I had known Carter too long to think he would ever agree with his mother. But it still sucked that one of the only grandparents my kids would ever have, thought I was no better than the dirt under her shoes. “What can I do to make this better?” 

I sniffled and looked up at him. “Can we go get pancakes, please?” 

Carter smiled and wiped the tears from my eyes. “We can have anything you want.” 

“Right answer.” Carter chuckled and wrapped me in his arms tightly. He kissed the top of my forehead as the valet pulled back up with his car. We hoped inside and headed for Doc Magoo’s where I stuffed myself with all the breakfast food I wanted, worlds away from that horrible dinner table. 

[adventureswithteddy]

hi teddy and teddy's companion-slash-photographer, ive enjoyed your posts for a few years now and i love seeing teddy in such a wide variety of amazing, beautiful places. for a while you have been primarily reblogging photos of previous adventures (which i dont mind i love to reminisce) and i was wondering if you two were doing alright. are you recovering from something, saving up for another adventure, on a top secret mission, or what have you. obviously, no pressure to respond if you dont feel comfortable, im just curious :)

have a great day <3

Hello :D You sure have been around for quite a while, I remember seeing you for years. I'm glad you're enjoying. I will admit with Spring time heading into the start of Summer I was feeling the desire to have a blast of flowers in the feed. I finished the list I was working through on those so I'll try to caption some of the photos that have been sitting in my queue for the last year or so. Admittedly, I have been pretty lazy too. I've been drudging along with a 'real' job and that does seem to get in the way of what I really want to be doing but I also like eating and that costs money ha. I have still been getting a decent amount of new photos in some gorgeous locations with Teddy but with the laziness and my computer being so old/slow I have no desire to sort through all those photos. I've always said if there were someone I trusted to do the sorting/captioning I would happily hand over the reigns on that part so I could just take more photos. But alas I am a bit too controlling over the blogs vibe. I've been trying to save up for a new camera and new computer, both of which will definitely help share more of Teddy's adventures. (I am in awe that my 15 year old camera is still functioning though it does keep threatening a crash. My 14 year old computer did crash a few years ago but I was able to recover it and I've been scared to use it ever since...) Most of Teddy's more recent adventures have been on a 'weekend warrior' basis. While I was doing outdoor education it was easy to gather unique and fun locations. But really there is beauty around every corner if you take the time to look. I think I'm getting myself into a better mental space as well which helps with doing the hobbies you love. Thank you for checking in on us <3 I really love sharing Teddy with you all and I'm sorry I've been slacking.

[changingplumbob]

Second Round - Day Six (BB) 2 of 2

@belsasim, @corrienteallita, @cawthorntales, @hashimasims, @ravingsockmonkey, @pixeldistractions - Sim creators and co-writers

Kaye: *happy dance*

Sarah: I told you we should have stayed home to play video games

Kaye: *sitting* What? No! I've already had my date

Devin: She's right. Kaye gets bonus points and you get the date Sarah

Sarah: No way! Maybe I should believe in luck...

The weather today makes for beautiful views at the cafe Sarah has chosen for her date.

Deanna: Do you think you're mostly lucky or unlucky?

Sarah: I don't think I'm either lucky or unlucky.

Deanna: Neither at all?

Sarah: I believe in hard work

Deanna: Dreams do require work

Deanna: Can we get deep for a bit? My family believe in the watcher but I know not everyone does. Do you believe in fate, you know, destiny? Or do you think we're all at the mercy of some watcher?

Sarah: Eh, I don't really know? 

Deanna: I think it's good to be able to say we don't know about things

Sarah: My sister believes in all that stuff. She's even studying to become a church pastor. But everybody believes something different and who am I to say who's right or wrong?

Deanna: *smiles* I like the open mindedness

Deanna: Say you can live anywhere. Where would you live?

Sarah: San Myshuno! I'm a city girl—all the culture, the technology, the marvel of human design and invention, and just being able to step outside your apartment and reach literally anything you want. It's a few hours away from where I go to school and we go there sometimes on the weekends. I can't wait to move there after I graduate

Deanna: Some amazing technology inventions are coming out of there

Sarah: Absolutely! I know San Sequoia or Del Sol have big tech communities but San Myshuno is definitely a hub

Deanna: I have to say I like being in Tartosa because it's close to my family. I could be persuaded to move if it was to somewhere stable, not constant packing and unpacking

Sarah: Moving for someone is a big ask! *thinking about the now-ex-girlfriend who wanted her to move in together, and she dumped her instead...* 

Deanna: It is but I'm willing to compromise. I get tied to people more than I get tied to places

Sarah: I hope I would feel honored, if someone wanted to do that for me, but you'd have to really really see a future with someone to make that move.

When everyone is back at the villa it's time to work on their skills. While some challenges are more up to luck, there are some that are influenced a lot by skill.

Harmony and Billie decided to build on today's challenge and focus on their fitness skills. Mariela is feeling playful and decides comedy is the way to go! No one will be able to escape her jokes. Dee meanwhile has picked logic to focus on. Rounding out the group Kaye and Sarah have picked charisma to work on.

Devin: Another date with Sarah. How did it go?

Deanna: Pretty good I think. She has interesting ways of looking at things

Devin: So sentiments?

Deanna: None today. I mean we had a good time but not spectacular gold level

Devin: Clearly I need to tell the contestants to up their game...

After skill time we give everyone a chance to unwind. Time for a water balloon fight! Contestants get in to their hot weather outfits and head outdoors. Sarah is quick to wind the others up. Strangely Mariela takes a back seat for this activity, maybe trying to not be a target since she came into this round in the lead for this group.

Harmony smiles and throws some balloons but it seems no one wants to return fire (for which she is grateful because dodging while clumsy…). It doesn't take long for Sarah to get pelted and for Kaye to take over riling everyone up duties. Strangely this group seems apprehensive to throw at Deanna, even when she's wide open.

Deanna does want to participate though and ends up hitting Dee right in the face, knocking her sunglasses. Whoops. Sarah finds it hilarious while crafty Mariela appears beside Dee, picking it as a safe spot for a while. Harmony grows sad at her inability to hit anyone but Billie assures her she's fine.

Deanna: Thanks for playing everyone. Your sunglasses aren't busted are they?

Dee: *sighs* They are fine, my face is less so

Kaye: Looks fine to me

Billie: Yeah but we've still got our sunglasses on

Sarah: Why? Don't tell me they're tied to your outfits

Mariela: It's fashion. Can't ruin the hashtag aesthetic. Hashtag vibes. Hashtag llama

After dinner autonomy is set to full and Deanna is locked out of all rooms (and away from computers). To start things off though she suggests the group watch a movie. I don't tell her to do anything so the night is very much up to the contestants.

Sarah: The Island? Are they on an Island?

Dee: Supposedly they'll go to an island... I don't believe them

Kaye: I could tell you but spoilers

Billie: Scarlett Johansson, she's so beautiful! But why are they all in white? Where's the colour?

Harmony: Maybe they don't have colour in the future

Mariela: Is it the future? Why are they basically slaves if it's the future?

Dee: Are they slaves?

Mariela: He can't choose his food or what he wears or what his job is, sounds like slavery to me

Sarah: Eh, Sean Bean! I bet he dies

Harmony: Why do you say that

Billie: There's this thing that if he appears as a character he's probably going to die because most characters he plays die

Kaye: *to self* not spoiling it, not spoiling it

Mariela: Well... not slaves exactly

Sarah: Clones? For rich people to have transplants?

Billie: And babies apparently

Dee: That's so messed up! And yet... I can see rich people doing that

Kaye: Same! They make some crazy calls

Harmony: I sure hope they manage to get away from it all. I'd like a happy ending

After the movie everyone chats for a while.

Sarah: That was wild. Did they need so many explosions

Kaye: It's an action movie, action movies have explosions

Dee: *sighs* Not my favourite genre

Deanna: Sorry to hear that. I'm not a big action fan but I watched so many movies with Devin, I figured Scarlett Johansson was a safe bet

Mariela: She is gorgeous. I could be talked in to watching most movies she's in

Billie: So Harmony can you show me how you get from sketch to animation

Harmony: *smiles* Sure! I'll grab my digital sketchpad

Deanna joins the growing list of sims who decide to brew coffee after 8pm… interesting choice. Sarah heads to one of the house computers and gets some gaming in for the day. She needs some digital time to relax. Kaye decides to nap on the couch in the lounge despite the stereo going… it's not a very successful nap. Billie and Harmony keep chatting.

After seeing Deanna have coffee Dee decides to follow suit. Maybe copying her behaviour will win her over? Maybe? Mariela decides to go sleep in a bed! But she chooses the same room that Sarah is gaming in… I don't know how she manages to sleep through the game sound effects. Billie and Harmony talk until Harmony heads to sleep and it seems everyone is talked out for the day.

Gym build by @hashimasims Cafe build by @sleepyselkiesims Villa renovation by @paracosmic-sims

[absolutelyb4tty]

Secrets and Surprises || Spencer Reid PART II

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!BAU!reader Category: Smut 18+ Summary: Reader and Spencer go to a kink party sending the tension between them to the boiling point. (Part 2) Word Count: 8.2k

Where to read part 1

CW: Spencer Reid/ fem!bau!reader, mutual pining, self doubt, idiots in love, plot and porn, slutty thoughts, reader wears a dress and heels, unprotected p in v (please wear protection), “forced” proximity, kink/bdsm, one bed trope, dry humping, masochism, soft dom Spencer (I’m not sorry, I am merely a sub), discussion of kink dynamics, descriptions of kink scenes, biting, nipple play, praise, impact play, little bit of size kink, Spencer absolutely has a thing for having his hair pulled, Cunnilingus, ooc Spencer A/N: so nervous about this one tbh. I tried to write this for part one but got to 3.5K words and decided to make a part two lol still with season 6 Spence of course. This is entirely self indulgent and I’m not sorry, I know someone out there will match my freak.

Not proof read, sorry

It had been a few weeks since the burlesque show and things between you and Spencer hadn’t been bad but they also hadn’t been normal. At times he seemed more comfortable around you, he was able to touch you without apologizing like he used to, but at other times he couldn’t hold eye contact and seemed to avoid you. You worried that because of all the things said and done the last time you hung out that he wasn’t comfortable with you anymore. 

One night, as the team was heading home, you cornered him near his car. 

“Hey, what’s been going on with you,” you questioned. 

“Oh. Uh nothing,” Spencer's eyes dart away from you. His tense posture told you what you needed to know. 

“Something’s up and you’re making me nervous,” you reply sharply.

“I’m sorry I just didn’t know how to address what happened the last time we hung out,” he slouches and presses his arms over his chest nervously.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to Spence, I know some things were said that we didn’t mean.” Spencer looks almost disappointed for a second before blinking the expression off his face.

“Yeah you’re right,” he says softly, “you never did tell me about that secret event though.” 

Your face pales slightly, “uh what?” 

Spencer laughs, “is it that big of a secret? Now I’m intrigued.”

“No,” you laugh, “it’s just a part of myself I don’t share at work or anything. It kind of clashes with what we do.” Spencer’s eyes twinkle with curiosity, waiting for you to go on.

“Sometimes…my friends and I,” you speak slowly, stalling, hoping he’d cut you off and tell you to forget he asked, “we uh we go to kink parties.” 

Spencer blinks down at you. He tilts his head slightly, “is that it?” 

Now it was your turn to blink in confusion at him, “uh yeah? Is that not concerning to you?” 

“Uh not really, I mean I don’t go to those or anything but I know they exist and I know that with how many of us are on the team at least one of us is likely involved in that scene,” he says matter of factly, “in recent years studies have shown that 56% of people experience BDSM related fantasies.”

You laugh now, “good way to rationalize it Spence. Well yeah that’s the party that’s this weekend. You absolutely don’t have to come if you don’t want to but my friends did invite you.” 

His gaze grew intense, “are you inviting me?”

A soft blush creeps onto your face, “I’m certainly not against you going…so yes. I’m inviting you Spencer.” 

Spencer smiles wide, “then I’ll be there! I’m interested to see what you’ve been hiding from everyone.” 

He had no idea what he was in for.

You smile back at him, trying to will yourself to not blush more. 

That weekend Spencer met you at your place. The party was in a town about two and a half hours away so you planned to road trip together and get a hotel room and then come back the next morning.

You loaded your things into the car as Spencer tried to help.

“You’ve got a lot of things,” he says innocently.

“I have a lot planned,” you chuckle to yourself.

Spencer inspects a couple of unusually shaped, wrapped items that aren’t in your two bags. Once on the road you give Spencer a run down of how these events work in between showing each other music you like. 

“So one of the friends that you met does impact with me, I bottom for that so that’s the plan for tonight. If that makes you uncomfortable you can absolutely hide out in the social area and I won’t be upset,” you explain as you drive. 

Spencer was blushing slightly and staring ahead with wide eyes, “so impact is like…”

“Spanking, hitting, etcetera,” you say casually, “does that make you uncomfortable?”

Spencer felt quite the opposite as he pictures you bent over with your friend smacking your ass. His cock jumps at the thought, “no that sounds interesting actually.” 

As the drive went on you explained dungeon rules and how certain things in the community work.

The drive went quickly and once you were checked into your hotel you decided to check out the room, drop off your belongings, and then prep for the event.

You swing the door to the hotel room open and drag your items in only to be greeted with one bed. You look over your shoulder at Spencer then back to the bed. 

“Okay I swear I reserved a two bed room,” you say, throwing your hands up dramatically.

It wasn’t an issue to share a space, you often roomed together on cases, but sharing a bed was different. You march to the lobby to figure out the mixup while Spencer waits in the room with your things. The clerk at the counter helps you discover the problem. Something had gone wrong during the booking process and you had been downgraded to one king size bed instead of two queens. It was normally an easy fix but the hotel was full so you’d both just have to cope with the shared space. You explained this to Spencer when you got back to the room. He looked away, seemingly contemplating something, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. 

After a moment he looks up at you with a smile, “I’m sure we can make it work.” 

With that you smile back and begin settling in.

Once you’d unpacked everything you ordered food to recover from your drive. You lounged on the bed and aimlessly flipped through channels from the bed.

“You know the food won’t be here for twenty minutes, we could nap,” you stretch out and yawn.

“You could take a nap, I’m not particularly tired,” Spencer chuckles.

“Works for me,” you laugh before curling up on the bed next to him. 

You awoke to find yourself wrapped around Spencer. One leg and arm was propped up on his torso and leg and your head was resting on his arm while he played with your hair delicately. You shifted a little to look up at him, slightly embarrassed that you ended up here while you slept but reassured by him playing with your hair, surely he wouldn’t do that if he hated you touching him.

“Good morning sunshine,” Spencer chuckles down at you.

“Sorry,” you murmur groggily, “I totally invaded your space.”

“It’s okay,” he says, softly smoothing your hair, “clearly I did too.” 

“I suppose that’s fair,” you giggle.

“The foods here if you want any,” he shifts to move his arm out from under you.

You slightly swat at him, “and you didn’t wake me?” 

“Hey! I think the guy knocking is what woke you up so I didn’t exactly have time,” he laughs, swatting you back.

You enjoy your Chinese food and some cheesy rom com on cable together while you wait for the time to get ready.

7 o clock rolls around and you drag yourself out of the bed, stretching onto your tiptoes and reaching your arms above your head. 

Spencer watches you pad across the room to the bathroom. He decides to get changed too, swapping into a black button up and matching trousers before sitting back down in bed to wait for you. The bed is still warm from your presence and the sheets smell faintly of your perfume and it’s all he can think about. Spencer spreads out and buries his face in the pillow for a moment. He daydreams about what tonight would be like, what you would wear, you dancing like you had at the burlesque show, his hands all over you. The bathroom door clicks open, snapping Spencer out of it. 

“Are you ready,” you call from the bathroom.

“Yep,” Spencer responds, smiling in anticipation. 

You step around the corner, hands thrust out at your sides to present your look to Spencer. Your hair is pulled back in a messy high ponytail, highlighting your facial structure. You’re wearing a leather mini skirt, sheer tights, big black high heeled boots, and a metallic handkerchief top. Your arms are decorated in silver bracelets and you wear boot chains on your ankles to match. Your eyes are smeared with dark eyeshadow and eyeliner in an intentional seeming way with delicately layered glitter on top. Your lips are covered in a sheer black lip gloss to match. You are a vision. Spencer stares with his jaw slack.

“Wow,” he whispers.

“Is that a good wow or a bad one,” you giggle.

“I’m going to be so underdressed,” Spencer laughs. You break out in a wide smile and hold up one finger, signaling him to wait.

“I actually thought of that,” you say, spinning around towards your bag. You pull out a tie made of a matching metal mesh to your top and pad back over to him.

“Oh wow, you got this for me,” he looks up at you, his eyebrows pulled together like this was the most touching thing anyone had done for him. He reaches out and grabs it, running it between his hands to feel the interesting texture and movement of the chainmail piece. 

“Let me help you put it on,” you smile softly before climbing onto the bed behind him. You kneel behind him, your chest pressed against the back of his head as you reach your hands out over his shoulders. Spencer hands you each side of the chain and you start to clasp it behind his head. Spencer was distracted by you being so close and how much he wanted to turn around and give you something else to do while you’re on your knees. 

“Is that too tight,” you whisper, your breath hot on the nape of his neck. Spencer nearly chokes being ripped out of his fantasizing by that. 

“No, that's good,” he whispers back.

Your hands linger on his back for a moment before you scoot and slide back off the bed.

“Okay! Are we ready,” you ask peppily.

“Yep,” Spencer says with a wide smile. He tries to bury the thoughts he’s having about you but then you bend over to grab a bag off the floor and he nearly tackles you. He spies just a peek of the underwear you’re wearing under your tights, black and lacy with little hints of metallic thread sneaking through to match your top. He wonders why you’d match your top and underwear since no one would see those but shook the thought from his head as you stood back up. You throw on a long jacket you’d brought to cover your outfit and then throw the bag over your shoulder. 

Pulling up to the venue you go over the rules with Spencer one last time, he nods and repeats them after every one. You giggle slightly.

“What,” he asks, smiling at your laugh.

“It’s just cute how you’re so invested in the rules,” you laugh.

“Well yeah I want to make a good impression,” he smiles.

You pat his knee, “you’ll be fine.” 

Walking in you are met with a perfectly normal hallway with a table at the end. A woman in a pink sparkly gown sits at the table with a cash box. You show her your tickets and she waves you in. Opening the door you’re greeted with quite the sight. People walking around in gowns and lingerie and kink gear and some of them in nothing at all. Spencer is overcome with awkwardness, not knowing where to look, so he grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers.

“Are you okay,” you lean over and whisper.

“Just grounding myself,” he nods.

That makes your heart soar that holding your hand grounds him. You try to not do a little jig from pure happiness. 

You wander around the venue showing Spencer the different areas and introducing him to folks. You both used fake names on account of your highly sensitive jobs, but luckily you knew that tons of the other patrons were using fake names as well.

You meet up with your friends and introduce Spencer to one of them again.

Spencer interrupts you, “I already met her.”

“I know, but that was as my friend, now I’m introducing her as my Top,” you laugh.

“Oh,” he thinks on it for a second, “oh!”

Your friend reaches out and shakes his hand, “I’m the one that gets to smack your little girlfriend around,” she says with a big grin.

You swat at her, “oh my god, shut up!”

You and Spencer mill around the dungeon space watching different scenes. Self suspension, needles, electro, and more. As you walk around you explain what’s happening to Spencer and he eventually loosens the grip on your hand. Once you’d watched some scenes that particularly interested Spencer, and were shocked by how interested he was in rope and suspension,  you went to the social area. You got some snacks from the food table and took a seat off to the side away from the strangers in the room.

“How are you doing,” you check in on him.

“I’m doing really well actually. This is very interesting and I’m having a good time,” he smiles softly.

“Good, maybe you can go to more of these with me in the future,” you laugh lightly. You watch Spencer’s eyes as he gets distracted by something across the room. Your gaze lands on a couple sitting off to the side with a group of, presumably, their friends. The man is dressed in a sharp suit with a leather harness under his suit jacket and colored glasses, he looks almost vampiric. The woman is kneeling between the man’s thighs in lacy purple lingerie, only covered by a tiny pleated black mini skirt. She has a collar on and the man holds the leash attached in his left hand while his right strokes her cheek. They look at each other with such adoration that it feels like you’re interrupting something just by being in the room. The woman rubs her cheek on the man’s hand as he speaks softly to her. You couldn’t hear him over the music and general noise in the background but whatever he said made the woman smile. 

“They’re cute,” Spencer says quietly to you without looking away from the couple. 

“They usually come to these. I think they have such a cute dynamic,” you reply, glancing at Spencer.

“Do you have a dynamic,” Spencer asks, finally looking at you.

“Oh no,” you laugh, “I don’t even date nowadays so I haven’t even started that process.” 

“Do you want something like that,” he gestures with his head at the couple.

“Oh yeah, that’s goals right there,” you laugh, “but I’m fine on my own too.” 

Spencer nods and then looks away to watch the couple again, seemingly lost in thought.

Your friend wanders into the social room, looking from side to side, she perks up when she lays eyes on you.

“Are you ready,” she juts her thumb behind her towards the dungeon space.

You turn to look at Spencer and when he nods you turn back to your friend, “let’s do it!” 

The three of you walk up to a spanking bench your friends are waiting in front of. 

You turn to Spencer, “are you sure you want to see this?” 

“Yep, I’m excited to see whatcha got,” he smiles and nods. 

“Okay,” you say sing-songy, “but if you get uncomfortable you can just wait for me in the social room.” Spencer nods and gives you two thumbs up.

You approach the bench and take a deep breath. Spencer watches as you unzip your skirt, eyes widening as he realizes what you are doing. This was why your top and underwear matched. He didn’t know you planned to disrobe, he obviously noticed other people wearing little or even nothing around him but figured you wouldn’t be joining them, not that he was complaining. Your skirt slid down over the globes of your ass and Spencer had to force his jaw to stay closed. There you stood, tights and underwear and nothing else between him and your pussy, a situation he’d wanted to be in for so long. You climb onto the bench and lay your chest down to get into position, arching your back slightly and getting comfortable. Spencer’s jaw tenses and his cock twitches in his trousers. Your top stands next to you and starts rubbing her hand over your raised ass. She leans down and whispers something to you that Spencer can’t hear but you nod your head in response. Then she rears her hand back and lands the first smack. Spencer jumps slightly and tries to peer at your face to see your reaction. After a second of pause you wiggle your butt and shout, “is that all you got,” with a laugh.

“Oh is that how it’s going to be,” your top laughs back at you. She begins smacking with more force and frequency. Spencer finds himself blushing and nervous but unable to look away. His body reacting differently than he had expected and he didn’t know what to do about it. One of your other friends hands your top a small coffin shaped paddle and your top immediately smacks you with such force that Spencer worries for a second before he hears you. You let out a loud moan at the impact and arch your back more. 

“Is that enough warm up,” your top chuckles.

“Yessss,” you hiss back. 

After that it was a bit of a blur for Spencer. The hits kept coming and with every one you let out a moan, a squeak, a squeal, or a gasp. In response the bulge in his pants grew. The top swapped between implements and Spencer named them to keep himself grounded. Paddles, floggers, evil sticks, and more. Spencer saw the redness spread across your cheeks, little specks of purple appearing in spots that had been hit over and over. Setting down her tool, your top slips her fingers under the waistband of your tights before delicately pulling them down your thighs. Spencer’s pants somehow felt even tighter suddenly.

“Y’know,” she says lightly, “I would normally just tear these but then I’d have to buy you new ones.”

You laugh, sounding out of breath.

Spencer was now staring at your ass, and thinking about your pussy, barely covered by that lacy piece of fabric he saw earlier. He felt like he would burst out of his pants if he saw any more.

Your top pokes a small purple spot, “does this hurt,” she asks in mock concern.

“Yess,” you whine out pathetically, accenting it with a wiggle of your rear.

That was it for Spencer. 

He reaches down and adjusts himself, his cock jumping at the tiny amount of friction he got, before leaning over to a friend standing next to him, “I’m going to step outside for some air.” 

The friend nods and smiles, assuming this was too much for him.

Spencer steps outside into the cold air and lets it fill his lungs. 

“You need to get a hold of yourself,” he hisses out, staring down at the noticeable bulge in his pants. 

Once your scene had ended your top slid your tights back up. You inhale sharply as they make contact with your developing bruises. Your top walks you over to the aftercare section of the facility after helping you back into your skirt. Once comfortable you notice Spencer was nowhere to be found. You drink your water and let your top play with your hair for a bit before getting up to find him. 

Eventually you track him down outside. The cold felt like another smack to your mostly undressed frame. 

Spencer turns to face you and waves meekly, “hey. I just needed some air.” 

A pang of guilt hits you.

“I’m sorry Spence, are you okay,” your eyebrows knit together in worry as you wrap your arms around you for warmth. Without hesitating Spencer pulls off his jacket and places it on your shoulders.

“No, I’m totally okay, I actually left for a different reason. You didn’t do anything wrong,” his voice was dripping with sincerity but his face and body language seemed worried.

“What’s up then,” you ask, preparing for some worst case that you couldn’t even come up with.

Spencer pauses, glancing away from you before opening his mouth to speak again.

“I just don’t want to mess everything up,” he whispers.

“You won’t,” you reach a hand out and give his arm a reassuring rub.

Spencer looks to the side and then to the sky in exasperation before his gaze finally lands on his shoes.

“I liked it too much,” he says so quietly you almost don’t pick it up, “more accurately I like you too much and it was clouding my judgment and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I really enjoyed it, more than I think I should have, I just don’t think you’d want me looking at you that way.” 

You tilt your head to the side, “what way?” 

Spencer’s eyes go wide, still staring at his shoes, and he gestures down to his crotch. His face was burning red and he seemed overwhelmingly flustered.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time. I’ve been burying it inside me so it wouldn’t be a burden on our friendship and I guess seeing you like that was too much. My body reacted before my mind could and so I excused myself. I think you’re beautiful and I love being around you but I know we’re just friends and I respect that. I just like you so much and I don’t want to lose what we have because I can’t be rational when you’re bent over like that making those noises.” 

Spencer tried to continue rambling but you grab his other arm to interrupt him.

He glances up at you anxiously before straightening up to look you in the eye better.

You speak quietly, in shock from his confession, “I like you too.” 

Spencer’s jaw tenses and he glances down at your lips before finding your eyes again. Without hesitation you both lean in and suddenly his lips are on yours. Warm and soft and gentle at first. After a second he pulls his head back slightly. Still staring at your lips he whispers, “I’m sorry I should have asked.”

“It’s okay Spence, just kiss me.”

His arms find your waist and pull you into a kiss that felt like he needed you to breathe. Your fingers tangle in his hair and pull his face down into yours, pressing your lips together harder. Spencer was a greedy kisser. It felt like he needed every ounce of you and he needed it now. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you let him in without a second thought. Your tongues dance against each other and you can feel one of his hands sliding up to the back of your head. Before you realize what was happening he’s walked you back enough that he’s now pressing you against the nearest wall. The kiss deepens and you swear you could keep doing this forever, there was no need to breathe when Spencer Reid was kissing you, he was all you needed. He lightly nips at your bottom lip causing you to let out a choked gasp. Spencer’s chest rumbles as he groans in response. With your bodies so close together you get a physical representation of the feelings Spencer mentioned having earlier pressed against you. You grind your hips forward against him and he moans into your mouth.

The door to the building swings open interrupting you. 

You must look ridiculous. Spencer cornering you against the wall, his hair a mess and your dark lipstick all over his mouth and glitter from your face smeared on his. Not to mention that you had both frozen staring at them like you’d just been caught doing the most scandalous thing ever. The couple that walked out wave goodnight and head to their cars. Spencer moves his hand from behind your head and places it on your waist opposite the other hand while you both gasp for air. 

You lock eyes, both full of lust and pupils blown wide.

“Wow,” Spencer murmurs.

“Yeah,” you breathe back, “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You’re a bad influence on me,” Spencer laughs. 

“I’m the bad influence,” you gasp in mock shock, throwing your right hand over your chest, “I mean I did bring you here and tell you to kiss me I guess.” You point at him accusingly, “but you kissed me first!” 

“I think we kissed each other,” Spencer chuckles, hands sliding around your back to pull you close again.

“Touché doctor,” you giggle before reaching up to kiss him again.

You hands find his face and you kiss him hungrily.

“Should we go back to the hotel,” you ask, backing up slightly and gazing into his eyes.

“Oh no, we shouldn’t just leave your friends wondering where we went and I doubt you had much time for aftercare before you came to find me.”

“How do you know what that is,” you giggle.

“Maybe I have my own secrets,” Spencer whispers, pressing a light kiss to your lips.

You wipe your makeup off Spencer’s face as best you can and go back inside to finish up with your friends and say goodnight. The whole time you cuddled with your top and chatted, Spencer was watching you hungrily. You tried to not squirm under his gaze but it was hard. When it was time to leave you hug your friends goodbye and pile back into your car.

The tension in the car weighed on you, you didn’t know what the future held and you weren’t positive where you stood after what happened. You were stuck in your thoughts until you opened the door to the hotel room and stepped in.

As soon as you both cleared the doorway Spencer was on you. His lips slam into yours, hungry and desperate. He grabs the back of your head as he eases you against the wall, kicking the door shut with his left foot. You wrap your arms around his neck so he can reach you better. The height difference wasn’t too much but it was certainly noticeable when you were kissing. He tucks his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, arching your back away from the wall so your chest is pressed against him. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth and you let out a small moan. His hands slide down your back to rest on your ass. His tongue slips into your mouth as he begins kneading your ass. You squeak at the pain from your bruises that Spencer has completely forgotten about.

“I’m sorry,” he pants.

You look him in the eyes with such intensity it draws him back a bit.

“Do it again,” you smirk at him.

Something in him snaps awake at that and he grabs your ass hard. You keen and try to lean your head away from him but he catches you with his lips and kisses you even harder.

You bury your hands in his hair and pull slightly making him whine against your lips. You wrap one of your legs around his so you can grind yourself against him. 

He slides his hands to the top of your thighs and speaks so lowly it sounds more like a growl, “jump.” 

You listen immediately and he lifts you up onto his hips. You wrap both legs around him and are immediately pressed harder against the wall as he kisses along your jaw. He starts rutting up against you as he kisses and nips down your neck. You moan at the friction and grind down on him to meet his thrusts. A deep groan rumbles out of his throat as he attacks yours. He presses and drags his tongue up the side of your neck before biting down. You let out something like a gasp mixed with a squeal and he chuckles against your neck. 

You tap his shoulder desperately, “bed, bed, bed.”

“Sorry,” he mutters, still rutting against you with his face pressed against your clavicle, “I couldn’t wait.” 

You bite back a moan at that, thinking it would be embarrassing to let him know how much him wanting you turns you on.

Spencer carries you to the bed, kicking his shoes off on the way, and gently lays you down with him on top of you. He sits up and starts to unclasp his tie so you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch his hands work.

Spencer starts unbuttoning his shirt as you watch.

“Do you like watching,” he asks with a chuckle. His question ends your trance and you reach down to unzip your boots.

“You have really nice hands,” you say bashfully. Once your boots are off, you scoot to a sitting position and take over unbuttoning his shirt. You pull it down, off his shoulders, and throw it to the floor. You reach to undo his belt but Spencer grabs your hand, stopping you.

“Your turn,” he says with a glint of mischief in his eyes. He reaches behind you to unclasp the chains keeping your top on, pressing your face into his warm chest. Your top slips off from the weight of the metal and Spencer backs up to look at you. You rest your hands at the hem of his pants while he takes in the view.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, hands just ghosting over your form.

“It’s a little late to get nervous about touching me,” you giggle.

Spencer laughs, “true, I suppose.” 

With that he grabs your breasts and pushes you back down to the bed. Spencer squeezes and toys with your tits as he kisses you, hard and desperate. He starts to grind against you again. You try to remember to breathe as he begins pinching and lightly pulling at your nipples. You let out small noises against Spencer’s mouth only fueling his movements. Spencer kisses down your jaw to your neck, leaving little bites and licks as he makes his way to your sternum. He sits up and you groan at the loss of contact. Spencer hikes your skirt up to your waist before you pipe up, “let’s just take it off.” Spencer nods and moves his hands off so you can move. You spin and sit up on your knees so he has access to the zipper on the back. Spencer unzips it slowly, an idea spinning in his mind. He gently pushes you face down into the bed to take the skirt down your legs. As he pulls the skirt off your feet and chucks it to join your shirts on the floor you slip your thumbs under the waistband of your tights. Spencer leans down to your ear, his body covering yours as he does so, and whispers, “I’ll buy you new ones.”

Before you can react Spencer tears a small hole in the crotch of your tights. He then takes both hands and rips them completely open, exposing your lacy underwear and bare thighs. 

“Oh my god Spencer,” you squeal and giggle.

Spencer then flips you back onto your back.

“What? I said I’d buy you new ones,” he feigns innocence as he finally cups your pussy. You gasp and flush slightly.

“God you’re so wet for me,” Spencer groans.

“Just for you,” you sigh.

Spencer slides your underwear down and off your legs, tearing through the tights further. Now face to face with your bare cunt, Spencer’s cock throbs in his slacks. Spencer’s hands glide under your thighs, lifting your legs onto his shoulders as he ducks down to kiss your pubic bone. Spencer hovers inches from you. Your breath shutters as you feel his breath against your wetness.

“Spencer, you don’t have to,” you breathe out, nervous he was hesitating because of how long he sat there without doing anything.

Without a word Spencer abruptly licks a wide stripe up your folds, “I don’t have to, but I’m going to.” 

You let a moan slip past your lips, “oh god.” 

Spencer laps at your core, drawing moan after moan out of you. Your hands find his hair and tangle amongst the strands, tugging slightly. Spencer whines quietly so you do it again and you’re rewarded with a whimper emitted from the back of his throat.

Spencer removes his left hand from your leg, letting it drop to the side. He moves to focus on licking and sucking on your clit. You feel him drag his fingers down through your folds to gather your arousal before slowly easing a finger into you. You gasp as pleasure washes over you.  You clench around him and Spencer chuckles, sending vibrations through you. He begins thrusting his finger in and out of you. You pitch one hand to the bed to grab onto the sheets, holding on for dear life.

“Oh my god Spence,” you cry out.

Spencer continues licking and sucking your core as he picks up the pace of his finger.

“You said you liked my hands right,” he asks before blowing cool air over your soaked clit.

“Yessss,” you hiss, tugging at his hair again. Spencer moans and stills for a moment.

“Y’know,” you look down to make eye contact with Spencer as he speaks, “if you keep pulling my hair then I’m not going to have the patience to make you cum on my face and I really want to make you cum on my face.” His eyes are dark with lust and you almost don't know how to process this side of him. He starts to devour your cunt again and you let out a high desperate moan.

“Fuck Spence, oh my god,” he leaves you gasping, the suddenness of his mouth on you knocking the air out of your lungs.

“Mmf, love how you taste,” Spencer mutters, his finger picking up the pace again. You start to grind yourself on his face, pressing down on his head to get more of him. He chuckles against you and sneaks a second finger inside you, immediately starting to curl his fingers. 

“Oh my- fuck- god,” you whine out, bucking your hips slightly to chase the feeling. Spencer flicks his tongue against your clit and sucks, pistoning his fingers in and out of you. 

“You gonna cum for me, beautiful,” he looks up, trying to hold eye contact with you as you struggle to look down at him. His beautiful amber eyes grab your attention but the pleasure is so overwhelming you have a hard time sitting still.

“Yes, yes, please,” you whine, “d-don’t stop!”

The pressure that had been building in you was reaching a breaking point as your eyes squeeze shut.

Spencer chuckles and clamps down to suck on your clit again only coming up for air to say, “Look at me when you cum all over my face, pretty girl.”

He moves his fingers faster, occasionally adding a beckoning motion, and licking you in a frenzy. 

You look down at him, “gonna- oh god,” you scream his name as your climax crashes into you. You lock eyes, him peering up at you with an obvious smirk even when his mouth is busy with other things. Pressing his head down and clamping your thighs around him, a distant part of you worried you might suffocate him but you were too absorbed in the all consuming pleasure racking your body to stop.��

Spencer works you through your peak, fingers gently slowing as you come down. Slipping his fingers out of you he spreads your thighs back open and plants soft kisses on the plush skin. Your body buzzing and Spencer’s soft laughter is all that could be heard over your panting. 

“You did so good, Angel,” he speaks softly.

Despite just cumming seconds earlier you’re still desperate for him.

“Your turn,” you pant, gently pulling his head toward you. 

“Are you sure? I’m okay, really, you need a minute to recover,” Spencer says, very sweetly, but you’re in no mood for sweet.

“Fuck my face or fuck my pussy, your choice,” you challenge. 

Spencer’s eyes darken as he climbs back up to your face, “fine,” he plants another deep kiss, bruising and starved, on your lips. He sits up and starts to unbuckle his belt. You swat his hands away and unbuckle it yourself then proceed to pull down the zipper and undo the button. You pull his pants open and slightly down, greeted with the bulge in his briefs. 

“Are you ready,” you look up into his eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation.

“Absolutely,” he replies with a smile.

You pull down his underwear, his cock springing out of the waistband.

“Oh my god,” you whisper. It’s much bigger than you expected, you also feel slightly bad for not addressing him sooner with how red and hard it is. You just stare for a moment, it’s pulsing, flushed with red, and huge.

“Are you okay,” Spencer asks, voice heavy with concern, “we can stop if you’ve changed your mind.”

“No, no, no,” you shake your head, “I just wasn’t expecting you to be so…big.” 

Spencer laughs, “is that a problem for you?”

You shake your head, “just nervous about the stretch a little, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with anyone,” you laugh.

“We’ll make it fit,” Spencer says, looking down at you almost sinisterly compared to his usual demeanor.

Spencer kicks his pants off and turns to face you again. You grab his shoulders and throw him down on the bed, immediately positioning yourself between his legs. Spencer yelps in surprise at the sudden position change.

“Heyyy,” he murmurs, “you said I got to pick.” 

You giggle, “so you don’t want me to show you how good I am with my mouth?”

“You can show me that later but right now I’m feeling impatient,” he chuckles deep in his chest. 

You climb up his body to straddle him, pressing his cock flat against his stomach underneath you. You settle on top of his hips with your hands resting on his chest and slide against him, watching his reaction. Spencer hisses and grabs your forearms.

“Want to be inside you,” he grunts.

“Just give me a second, still sensitive,” you say, grinding yourself against him, his hardness sliding between your folds.

Spencer’s jaw tenses as you ride him, watching you use his cock for your satisfaction. Finally having contact with this part of him sends little bolts of lightning through you. You let your eyes fall closed as you roll your hips down on him. 

Spencer whispers your name, it turns into a whine as he says, “please, I need you.” 

Your pussy clenches around nothing at that and you decide you can’t handle teasing him anymore. You lift your hips and grab the base of his cock, he doesn’t need it, but you pump it a few times just in case. Pressing your thumb to his slit, you smear his precum over his tip before lining yourself up. Finally feeling him press into you, you let out a soft gasp. You start to lower yourself, feeling every vein and pulse of him against your walls as you go. Spencer chokes out a gasp and fists the sheets next to him. You finally seat yourself against his pelvis, a slight burn accompanying the stretch of him inside you. You slide your hands down to his stomach, trying to remain relaxed as your body adjusts, you shut your eyes tight and point your face downward. 

“Are you okay,” Spencer asks, clearly struggling to remain composed himself as he rubs his thumbs across your forearms in reassuring circles.

“M fine,” you barely get out, “just adjusting.”

Spencer waits for a moment, watching you. You lift up slightly and give a tentative pump with your hips, letting out a high pitched moan at the friction.

Spencer whimpers and grabs the sheets with one hand again. You start moving, letting out a constant stream of gasps and moans as you pick up pace. Spencer tilts his head back and moans, deep and thankful like you just offered him relief. The hand on your forearm tightens as Spencer lets out a groan, looking down at where you’re connected.

“Oh god,” he moans. His hands leave their positions to slide up your stomach to your chest. He palms your breasts, “so beautiful, so, so beautiful,” he mutters to himself.

You roll your hips down on him, tearing a groan out of his parted lips. He rolls one of your nipples in between two fingers and tugs slightly. You claw at his chest, unable to control the noises escaping your mouth. He just fills you so well and you’ve waited so long for this. 

Spencer starts to buck up into you, meeting your movements and driving you crazy. Your hips stutter slightly as you approach your peak, pressure building in you, ready to snap. Spencer notices your breath hitch and your movements grow sloppy, he grabs your hips hard and starts fucking up into you. 

“Oh- oh god,” you cry as Spencer takes the lead. 

“Look at me,” Spencer says firmly. 

You fall forward, slamming your hands on either side of his head, trying your hardest to hold eye contact. Spencer looks at you, intensity burning in his eyes, his grip on your hips tightening as he rams into you. 

“Are you gonna cum for me,” he pants. You nod furiously in response, leaning to rest your forehead on his. You gaze into his eyes, his honeyed irises scorching you with their focus.

You practically scream his name as you come undone on top of him, the last thing you see before screwing your eyes shut is the pleased look on his face as he continues to fuck you through your high. You slump down onto his chest as his pace slows but doesn’t stop.

“Spencer,” you moan out quietly.

“Yeah,” he sighs and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Too good,” you say slowly and softly. 

“We’re not done yet,” he chuckles at you. Before you have time to react he’s flipping you both over so you’re pressed under him. He sits up and hauls your legs up to wrap more solidly around his waist. 

“Mmf Spence,” you whine, “I’m sensitive.”

“You can give me one more, can’t you,” he chuckles as he moves his hands up to your waist. 

“You’re just so tight and pretty with my cock in you, I just can’t help myself.” 

“Holy f-fuck,” you moan at his sudden change in demeanor.

“Do you like it when I talk to you like that,” Spencer asks, looking deep into your eyes. 

“Yess,” you whine, squirming under his gaze.

Spencer pulls out of you slowly so only his tip is left inside you. He starts to slowly slide back into you, moaning as he bottoms out.

“F-fuck,” his moan ends in almost a growl, eyes squeezed shut. Your eyes snap between his mouth and his eyes, realizing you’ve never heard him say that word before. Opening his eyes he gives you a puzzled look, “you okay? Look shocked,” he murmurs.

“You said fuck,” you say, cocking an eyebrow.

“You’re just that good baby,” he laughs. With that Spencer starts moving again, pumping himself in and out of you. His hands find your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You let out a choked moan, “Spence.”

He glances up to find your eyes, a question knitted into his expression.

“More.”

Spencer groans and picks up the pace of his hips.

He leans down to suck a mark onto your left breast. As he sucks you mewl at the building pressure in your core. Spencer bites into your flesh, the sting of his teeth shocking you into a yelp you don’t even notice letting out.

Spencer’s eyes shoot up to yours, “m sorry,” he murmurs, licking a stripe over the faint bite mark. 

“No, don’t stop,” you moan. Spencer smirks and continues nipping and biting over your breasts. Your hands look for purchase in his hair, tugging and pulling lightly. 

Spencer’s hips stutter, “baby if you don’t stop that this is going to over way quicker than either of us want.”

You don’t stop though, you giggle and tug harder. Spencer snaps upward, grabbing both your wrists in one hand and shoving them onto the bed above your head. He’s now just inches from your face.

“Is that how you want to play this,” he whispers, his hips having stopped moving. You whine and try to fuck yourself on his dick, struggling under his body pressing you into the bed.

“Fine,” he growls. Spencer snaps his hips, abruptly sending pleasure shooting through you. You keen at the overwhelming sensation, throwing your head back into the mattress. Spencer’s hand that isn’t holding your wrists finds your throat, delicately wrapping around it.

“Are you going to be good for me now or do I have to fuck some sense into you,” his voice rumbles from deep in his chest.

You nod frantically, trying to move your hips to match his movements.

Spencer fucks into you harder, his lips landing on your earlobe before he pulls it between his teeth and bites down. Your brain shuts down, sparks shooting through your body as Spencer ravages you. Spencer’s hand loosens its grip on your throat, sliding up to brush his thumb over your bottom lip. He drags his face above yours, smashing his lips into yours. Your mouth falls open at one swipe of his tongue, allowing him access. He kisses you like you’re oxygen and he’s been buried alive. His hips snap against yours, his cock hitting parts of you that you swear have never been touched before. He kisses you frantically as his right hand travels down your body, his lips on yours makes the room spin. You tighten your legs around his waist.

“Are you close,” Spencer murmurs huskily against your lips.

“Almost,” you’re barely able to whine out before another moan rips out of your throat. Spencer slows down his hips slightly, focusing more on hitting you deeper and harder rather than faster.

“Oh fuck,” Spencer whines, throwing his head back. “You feel so good baby, doing so good for me,” he rambles. You push your hips against him, trying to encourage him to speed up again, whining when he looks into your eyes.

“Oh what? You want to cum now? I thought you were too sensitive,” he chuckles between moans.

“Please,” you whisper.

Spencer leans down, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear, “I’m kidding, I want to feel you cum around me again.”

You almost sob out a moan as his thrusts speed up again.

“Where do you want it,” Spencer grunts.

“Inside, inside, inside,” you practically babble, so overtaken with the feeling of him in you and on you. Spencer thrusts into you hard and it causes all that pressure in you to release as you clench around him. Spencer whimpers and moans as you clamp down on him, cumming hard enough that you think you feel yourself ascend for a moment.

“There it is,” he moans, “there’s my girl, you’re doing so good for me, taking it so well.”

You start whining at the overstimulation and Spencer shushes you gently.

“I’m almost there darling just hold on,” he whimpers. His hands slide to the back of your thighs, lifting your legs and pressing them to your chest. His large warm hands hold you down as he slams into you. His hips stutter ever so slightly as he approaches his own high.

“F-fuck, oh my god,” he moans.

You whimper under him, squirming slightly.

“You can take it baby, I know you can,” he grunts, “fuck you feel so good.”

“Take it angel, take it, take it, take it.” warmth fills you as he spills inside of you with a moan. He slows his thrusts and slumps down on you, pressing soft open mouth kisses to your chest and clavicle. 

He lets out a laugh between pants, “oh my god, darling that was amazing.”

You both pant and laugh together in the quiet of your hotel room.

“I can’t believe it took us so long to do that,” you laugh, finally pulling your arms from Spencer's grip to wrap them around his neck. Spencer eases out of you and rolls both of you so you are laying next to each other.

“That’s the power of two anxious introverts I think,” he says with a quiet laugh.

“Thank you for talking to me about your feelings Spence,” you murmur, caressing his cheek as you speak.

“Thank you for not rejecting me,” he replies softly.

“How could I? You’re one of the most amazing people I know.”

Spencer pulls you into a soft kiss, it’s warm and sweet and everything you’ve been wanting.

“Do you think the team will notice,” Spencer murmurs, breaking the kiss.

“God I hope not,” you laugh, “honestly though they’ve probably already placed bets on when this would happen.”

Spencer laughs, “you are so right.”

Thank you for reading!! Any feedback is appreciated, let me know if you want me to continue this with more kinky spencer shit ♡

Requests open!!♡♡♡

[spotsandblood]

Text: I'm so FUCKED

Sorry about the lack of content lately. Havent gotten many asks and with a big birthday weekend, work, and some life events we haven't been able to draw all that much. Have this doodle for now and feel free to continue spamming us with asks!!!!

Also planning to finish a doodle of Sydney × Lamb kissing I guess so I might have that to share.

[meownotgood]

I'm still writing... unfortunately work has been really busy again so I definitely won't be able to finish chapter 4 by the end of the month like I planned.... 😭 but I'm nearly done, I'll keep working 🫡

[woolying]

COUNTDOWN TO LAST TETRO PINK FRIDAY!!

yanagi and watari!!!! i will miss u both dearly kisses them on the forehead

gonna try to doodle the students everyday until then (i havent planned for this at all... i only came up with this idea this morning... hopefully i last until then)

[shadyhouse]

hello!!! i was able to get all my bills paid for this month without overdrafting my bank account, which is amazing 🥹 but my rent is coming up and due on the first, i only have $5 in my bank account but i need $750 to pay rent 😭😭😭 im working my ass off on comms in the coming weeks, if anyone is interested in getting one in the meantime im extremely open! $80 for a single character and $120 for two characters!

and if you cant afford that and just want to throw a few bucks at me that's much appreciated too!!! anything helps at all, anything will help me not be severely overdrafted before my next (very small) paycheck hits on the first of january!

im still on the job hunt and nothing has turned out so far unfortunately :( commissions are my main source of income for the time being since the job market is in shambles

pp: paypal.me/bewearrr

vnm: tobias_leviathan

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[tarotsoul]

started therapy today and it was great :)

[non-un-topo]

Nicolo's relationship with his niece and Yusuf's relationships with his little sisters that I completely fucking made up is something so important to me actually

[raindropssys]

(wip) beautiful man. handsome woman

[plumdale]

the way I have to pioneer every group project because I need the sense of control that it’s being done correctly although I can’t think of anything worse than leadership. so… that’s contradictory of me 😖