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coqxettee · 2 years ago

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Coquette night routine:

My current Spring night routine: 🌸🍵🌙

Once I get in from being out for the day/doing work I usually get changed into some comfy clothes, and light a candle for a relaxing evening ahead. The sky is still so light outside, (I can’t wait for summer) so I have a lovely evening ahead of me ♡

I tidy my room and make sure everything is clean and put away. I usually open my bedroom window too, to air it (if I haven’t done so already in the day) and to get some of the Spring fresh air before I settle down for the evening. I spray my room with a floral room spritz too ♡

I usually read or journal on my bed until I’m called for dinner. I love reading fairytales in late spring and anything light-hearted/romantic ♡

For dinner I have been having light meals. We’re coming up to summer and the weather has been rather warm recently so something light is perfect. Either soup or salad, and usually before or after dinner I have some cold fruit too ♡

Once I’ve eaten I will watch a comfort film. The Harry Potter series has been added to my countries Netflix recently so I have been watching them every evening. Sometimes I have a light, sweet snack whilst watching too. But I never eat more than 3 hours before bed usually ♡

I make some hot lemon tea and go back into my room to watch a comfort episode of something. I love the Beatrix Potter/Peter rabbit episodes you can watch online for free. They are so comforting, beautiful and radiate such coquette, cottagecore vibes. Perfect for this time of year ♡

Usually I play a wind-down video game. Either Animal crossing or Minecraft. I associate both of these games with Spring because they are light-hearted and allow me to be creative of an evening ♡

Once I’ve let my food digest for a couple of hours or so, I get my yoga mat out and begin stretching for the evening. I try and do Pilates/yoga or a K-pop dance routine everyday and a stretching routine. (Apart from setting my alarm) I also don’t go on my phone from this point onwards, so there are no screens/blue lights before bed ♡

Shower time. I usually shower quite late before bed and every morning too. I just like the way it makes me feel more fresh but obviously not everyone likes doing this so don’t feel you have to! I use my marshmallow shower gel, coconut body cream or my cherry-blossom body cream too. I love washing the day off ♡

Then I take off my days makeup and do my skincare whilst usually watching Vogue beauty secrets. It’s such a comforting thing to watch when your taking off/putting on your makeup. I also spray myself with a lavender body mist to help me sleep, and of course I brush my teeth ♡

I then get changed into a nightgown or some cotton/airy pyjamas. I don’t like to wear anything too constricting in Spring, which is why I love vintage nightwear. Or I wear my Brandy Melville, heart lace pyjamas ♡

I brush my hair through thoroughly whilst listening to classical music, and tie it up either with a ribbon or hair tie so it doesn’t mess up when I sleep ♡

I pick out my outfit for the next day the night before and lay it out on my vanity so I know what I’m wearing the following morning ♡

I turn my electric blanket on if it is a little chilly that night and say goodnight to my parents. I switch my fairy lights on and get into bed ♡

I either listen to relaxing “Lana Del Rey” songs or nursery rhymes ♡

I usually journal about my day to reflect on everything that has happened and I write my to-do list for the following day ♡

I read every night for half an hour or more. Usually it’s a fairytale so my head is filled with magic before I sleep ♡

Before I sleep I play rain music or rainforest sounds, or I choose a subliminal to listen to overnight from my library, and I spray my pillow with “Lavender pillow mist” or I use a sleep oil to help me get to sleep ♡

If I haven’t done it already, I set my alarm for 7AM, to ensure I have a productive morning the next morning. I make sure to get at least 8-10 hours of sleep. I love waking up early and listening to the bird song, especially now since the Sunrise is at 4am ♡

I count sheep & swans and like to imagine fantasy lands in my head before I sleep, and hope to be transported there in my dreams, before I finally drift off to the land of Z z z ♡

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lucygriefer · 3 months ago

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Apothecary AU - Cross & Nightmare Sleep Dilemma: Draft

Welp here's another mini comic draft story. This one was almost done not long after Horror & Nightmare's draft story. I'm working on the mini comics when I'm able to right now and I'll be showing a preview to one of the pages to the Dust & Nightmare Chat mini comic hopefully soon. I've also got a few other character designs that I'm working on as well. So whatever gets shown first, just depends on which I get done.

Also the ------ lines in the draft story, is mostly there to give a slight visual that a certain amount of time has passed.

Anyways onto the mini comic story draft! Enjoy!

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Cross tiredly stretched out. It was late into the night and he had finally managed to finish up a bunch of paperwork that he needed to get done for the day. He yawned and looked up at the night sky. Thinking as he watched the stars for a little. He sighed slightly as a cold breeze hit his face.

Leaning forward on one of the many railings and just relaxed. Especially since, if he goes to bed now and falls asleep. Then he’ll just wake up sooner and have to do a bunch of work again. He really doesn’t want to do that to think about paperwork. Making a face at the idea of having to sit behind a desk. Reading a bunch of reports, writing replies, and just so many papers.

Looking out into the one of many courtyards within the empire walls, he quietly watched some of the guards. As they changed positions. A few of them noticed him and bowed before hurrying to wherever they needed to be next. After another moment he started to make his way to a different part of the empire, over to the Honmaru section (the most fun but also annoying part. Doing a bunch of online searching and reading to make sure that I’m as close to factually correct about things!).

As he walked through the outer halls of the empire. Feeling the breeze on his face as he walked. He took notice of someone out in the clearing by the cherry blossom tree. Raising a brow and looking over at whoever it was. Noticing that it was Nightmare.

The dark skeleton was standing by the tree and looking up at the branches and the night sky. He wasn’t really doing much but starting. Probably lost in his thoughts. Though that made Cross wonder… why was he up so late?

Thinking for a moment, Cross decided to go over and interact with the other. It gives him an excuse to not sleep just yet. As he walked over he noticed that Nightmare seemed tired. Has he been having a hard time sleeping?

Nightmare thought and quietly stared at the sky. Slowly blinking as he watched the stars. Jumping slightly when he felt someone tap his shoulder. Quickly turning and looking at whoever it was. Once he saw that it was just Cross he relaxed a little. “Oh… it’s just you.”

Cross chuckled a little. “Sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. Smiling a little at the other. “I was heading to my room for the night and saw that you were still awake.” He thought and stood next to Nightmare. Looking up at the night sky. “Are you okay? I’ve noticed that you’ve been tired more lately.”

Nightmare thought as he watched Cross for a moment. Then slowly looked back at the night sky himself. “... I just haven’t been able to sleep much lately. It’s nothing.” He shrugged a little.

Cross frowned a little. “Trouble sleeping you say? Have you been working on some medicine to help you sleep?” He wondered out loud. Hoping to figure out the cause of the others problems.

Nightmare shook his head. “No. No medicine will really fix the problem that causes my sleep issues.” He sighed a little. Trying to rub as much of his cervical bones that the metal collar blocked. “It’s fine. My body will eventually tire itself out enough to where I can just sleep despite the issue.”

Cross quietly watched Nightmare out of the corner of his sockets. Staring at the collar with pure hate. “I’m guessing it’s cause of those restraints.” He frowned a little. Crossing his arms as he wondered how to get those restraints off of him. The royal blacksmith has yet to figure out how to break them off of Nightmare’s body without having to bring a hammer and chisel to the metal. They told him that he’d rather not risk harming Nightmare, as there is a good chance that they might accidentally harm Nightmare instead of helping them if they were to try and break it while it’s on his body.

It angered him but he also understood. The chance that the chisel might break through but also break Nightmare’s bones was high. Especially for the metal collar around his neck. It could possibly leave him paralyzed so they're stuck looking for another way to free him.

Nightmare said nothing but slowly nodded. Tiredly staring at the stars. “... I’m really tired…” He quietly muttered.

Cross hummed a little and thought. “... What would you need to make your sleep more comfortable?” He raised a brow and glanced at the other.

Nightmare tiredly looked at Cross and thought for a moment. “... Back in the Demon’s Temptations Brothel… my SMM and all the others that lived in the Brothel…” He turned his head and watched a firefly. “They made the bed side walls a bit taller almost all around, then filled the inside with many pillows and blankets. So the bumps of the back restraints would have a lot of cushion and fall between the pillows. All the piled up pillows would cushion me… keeping most of my weight from resting on the metal.” He explained and kept watching the firefly.

Cross nodded a little as he thought about it. “I see.” He watched the firefly as well. Smiling a little. He turned towards Nightmare. Making the other look at him as Cross held his hand out. “Why don’t you come with me tonight?” He offered.

Nightmare stared at Cross. “Eeeeh… excuse me… what do you mean by that crowned prince?” He nervously stared at the other. Not wanting to get in trouble but at the same time was worried by what the other means by coming with them for the night.

Cross blinked a little. Then laughed a little. Realizing the possible implications behind what he meant. “Pardon me. Allow me to rephrase myself.” He smiled at him. “Why don’t you join me tonight and get a good night's sleep. My bed is very soft and I still have paperwork that needs to be finished. So I won’t be getting much sleep tonight. With how soft my bed is. It might help you get some sort of comfort tonight. I just hope you don’t mind me leaving a lit candle while I work.” He nervously chuckled.

Nightmare thought about it. “... No strings attached?” He tiredly questioned. With him growing up in the Brothel and sin district. He fell back on some old instincts he was taught. To make sure that no one would try anything with him if they ever offered something.

Cross blinked a little at that comment but didn’t really say anything about it. Nightmare did say he lived in a Brothel before someone kidnapped him and sold him to the empire. “No strings attached.” He promised. Smiling when Nightmare took his hand. He lead the way and thought about how he’s going to have Nightmare’s bed worked on later.

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Cross quietly drew on some paper. Thinking about how Nightmare described how his bed in that Brothel was set up. Tiredly looking over at the door as it slid open and the sunlight blinded him slightly. He rubbed his sockets and yawned a little as his youngest siblings ran in. “Hey Xrisk. Xara. Please keep it down.” He tiredly smiled as Xrisk ran over and jumped onto his lap.

Xara thought and looked at the bed. Tilting their head as they stared at Nightmare. “Why do you have someone outside of your concubine in your bed?” They playfully grinned. “Dad’s gonna be so mad.” They walked over to Cross.

Cross glared at Xara. “I haven’t done anything to them. That’s my Apothecary.” He pointed out while ruffling Xrisk’s hair. “Those dumb restraints causes Nightmare to have trouble sleeping.” Xrisk moved out from under Cross’ hand and looked at the other monster themselves. “I just wanted them to have a peaceful nights rest.” He looked back at the drawing as he carefully drew taller walls to the bed drawing.

“I’ve mostly stayed up finishing up some paperwork I left here the other night while he slept.” Cross smiled as he finished the drawing.

Xrisk walked over to the bed and stared at Nightmare. Xara walked over and stood next to them. The two of them staring at Nightmare. Mostly staring at the restraints on his body. Xrisk glared at the metal and tightly clenched a fist. “Try not to wake him up please. I wish to give him the day off to rest for as long as he needs.” Cross commented behind them.

Xara looked at Cross. “Xrisk is angry.” They commented on their mute sibling. Making Cross look over at them. Humming and listening. “They don’t like whoever put that on your apothecary.” They crossed their arms. “I don’t like it either.”

Cross nodded in agreement. “I agree with you. I don’t like it either. We’ve been trying to find a way to remove it but… so far we have yet to have any success.” He sighed a little and got up. Taking the paper with him. “I’m going to his room to change his bed. You wish to join me?” He smiled at them. The twins looked at one another before running over to Cross. Cross quietly chuckled and nodded. “I thought so.” He smiled and closed the door behind them.

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Nightmare thought as he looked at his bed. He almost slept the entire day away. Having gotten up at noon. He had been so confused till Cross had walked in and explained everything that happened the night before. He really wish someone had woken him up that morning so he could work on making medicines and everything… But it was also so nice to get some more sleep…

Shaking his head a little he looked back at the bed. Apparently Cross decided to change up his bed. Using some wood planks to make the sides taller, while also leaving the walls the same in one corner by his feet so he can still sit on the edge if he wanted. Inside these walls are a bunch of pillows and some blankets that have been piled up inside. Giving it a bunch of cushion that he could basically sink into.

Thinking for a moment he slipped his shoes off and got onto his bed. Laying down on his back and staring at the ceiling. Sighing a little as he could feel the pillows on his back. The metal barely touching the futon (mattress?). Smiling a little as he glanced to the side. Pulling a blanket closer and over his body. He relaxed at how close to comfortable he was.

While he’ll most likely never be able to be completely comfortable, especially with the restraints. This was close. Not feeling the metal pushing on his back. Or pressing down on his spine and ribs like they would if he’d lay on his stomach. Or how they’d basically be crushing the side of his ribs if he were to lay on either of his side.

Cross thought as he leaned on Horror. Yawning a little as he nuzzled into him. Killer raised a brow at Cross as he held onto Arch. While Dust sat on Cross’ other side holding onto Mo. “Why are you so tired?” Killer questioned him.

Cross blinked a little. “... Was fixing something up so Nightmare can sleep better.” He mumbled and nuzzled more into Horror. Horror hummed as he wrapped an arm around Cross. Smiling at the other.

Killer bounced Arch. “He was having sleep issues?” Leaning back onto Cross’ lap. “Wouldn’t some sort of medicine work better?”

Cross shook his head. “No. No. He couldn’t really sleep cause of those restraints.” He hummed at Arch and held his hand out. Smiling as Arch took his finger. “Apparently it’s hard for him to get comfortable as the metal made it hard for him to peacefully sleep.”

Dust hummed and nodded. “Can’t say I blame him. Having that metal press up into the bones. And making his body arch when on his back.” He poked Mo’s nose and got a laugh out of him. “Or how that weight would be pushing into his back if he laid on his front.”

“Oh. That makes sense… Guess laying on his side wouldn’t help either.” Killer scratched his cheek. Horror hummed a little in agreement. “Huh… Well whatever you did should help.” Killer grinned at Cross. Cross smiled at them and hummed a little. Slowly falling asleep.

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eabwriting2023 · 1 year ago

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A Night in Chile - Day Seven

Surrounding myself with unfamiliarity. The city lights blind me as I walk around warily. A beautiful sight, with colours of all shades flashing but still I feel silly, why of all the places and times I would chose tonight to meet him.

Holidays are meant for relaxation, to be as carefree as possible, to explore ancient buildings from a part of the world you’re not used too. Holidays are not meant as a place to meet a date you have only talked online.

As I trod through the winding streets of Chile a country I know little about I start to revalue my decision to fly half way across the globe just to see this stranger I barely know.

Everywhere is so crowded and filled with faces I do not recognise speaking a language I haven’t the faintest, all alone trying to find a vague face I kind of know.

We agreed to meet at a restaurant. Seemed simple enough before I knew that this entire strip was loaded with many other eateries.

“Ana María RestaurantSantiago.” I keep telling myself in my mind reading each sigh I come across.

Many restaurants of all price rages and cuisine rush past me as I walk just not the one I need at this moment.

My feet kill. I shouldn’t have worn these ridiculous high heels when walking around a city I do not know. What was I thinking? Sometimes I doubt my intelligence when moments like this happen to me.

“Ana Maria…” I say out loud pronouncing what I see. “Ana Maria!” Finally, I found what I was looking for.. the next mission, to find who I am dining with.

“Sophie!” A voice calls out my name standing up from the table of two he was sitting upon.

He is sat outside in the cool nights air. I can’t judge how the restaurant looks from the outside apart from the swaying candles that sit on the tables.

I walk around and see him. Just as I imagined him. Tanned skin tone, not exactly muscular but not in bad shape as many people I usually see.

I toddle over in my ridiculous shoes greeting him with a large bear hug and a peck on the cheek. The first contact I’ve had with him in real life.

“Feels strange to meet in real life.” I joke nervously. Hopefully he cannot detect how awkward I feel.

“Great to see you in person though!” He smiles confidently as we both take our seats. “They do the most marvellous food here, not all this tourist crap.. real food, you know.”

I smile nervously but inside I doubt all my life’s decisions. I like tourist crap, it’s the cheapest. What kind of place has he took me too? Before I get to see what expensive meals I will have to pay for he asks me further questions…

“How was the flight here? Not too bad I hope.”

I nodded and smiled some more. “Good, good.” I lied, of course for the flight here was horrendous. Seven hours of screaming babies, obnoxious business men forever tapping on their laptop keyboard while being stuck inside a metal shell flying in the sky.

“You’ve been here a few days, how do you like Santiago? Seen the sights yet?”

Once again I smile and nodded. I lie once again. Since the airport, I have found my hotel where I have locked myself away scared to see new places alone.

“It’s a beautiful city…” I try to say pushing out any small talk I have before braving to look at the menu.

My eyes drift to the overly expensive dishes where everything is written in forgein words staring at it like an abyss for my mistakes.

“So, what are you getting..” I say trying to sound more confident than I’m feeling.

“Ajiaco! Always! They always cook this dish so exquisitely here.”

“Oh.” I say with a slight smirk. I have no idea what he just said.

I run my eyes down the pages of food I have no idea what it will consist of blurting out the first thing that comes to mind, which unfortunately for me happens to be chile.

“Chilli for I am in Chile I have to eat Chili!” I cried feeling my cheeks burn from the heat of embarrassment. “Just shut up.” I tell myself.

My date just smiles politely even though I can tell by his enlarged eyes he feels the same way As I do. I can’t just get up and leave, that would just been rude wouldn’t it?

“Are we ready to order?” A waiter pops up from nowhere spoken in his language.

After my date has told me what he was saying. I begin to tell him I would like to order the Chilli however pathetic it sounds.

“You can chose something else you know.” My date says with gritted teeth.

“No…” I say embarrassed. “I stick with that.”

As I pass the menus back to the waiter a wave of uncomfortably runs through me. Everything that had built up between us was now breaking down in front of me and nothing could stop it.. at least nothing else can be as bad.

We sat staring at each other in silence. Each of us would start to speak then hesitate at the last moment where we were briefly saved by the waiter arriving with our meals.

The Ajiaco looked incredible. A beautiful meat soup I regretted not choosing. Then there was my chilli, even though the glistening beans looked scrumptious and tasty I could feel it judging me for my actions….

I dipped the silver spoon into the mixture ready to eat watching my date judge me heavily even though he didn’t mutter a single word. Perhaps it’s in my imagination but I swear he is flirting with me, his eyes lighting up like the lights I walked past.

I keep eye contact with him as he eats and honestly this chilli isn’t even that bad, I feel better somehow about this entire evening, maybe it isn’t all a disaster.

I’m too enthusiastic, too happy to notice what will happen. My spoon flies into the nights sky as though it were in slow motion and lands right into the bowl like an enormous tsunami covering me in Chilli sauce. My hair, face and clothes. A mess of Chilli.

I gingerly stare at my date who is now drenched in chilli bean sauce. Our eyes meet for a moment looking in a state of shock.

I rise from the dining table, the beans plopping off my now saucy dress.

“I should go…”

#creative writing #writing #nanowrimo #comedy

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mirimage · 2 years ago

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Aha I am not doing great rn long post ahead

I feel like ‘not great’ is an understatement lmao. Idk where even to begin.

I’m so exhausted all the time and unbelievably burnt out, but I can’t do anything about it because I have to keep going to work. And even if I could take a break or quit, would it even fix the problem? At this point I don’t know what it would take to feel okay again. I keep not being able to force myself to go to work and idk how much longer I’m gonna be able to keep a job before they fire me or I have to quit myself.

I’ve been trying to find a medication that actually does something for like two years now. I’m on the 6th combination and none of them have done a thing. At some point I’m gonna run out of stuff to try, and then what am I supposed to do? I’ve been basically banking my entire future on finding something that’ll make me be able to function.

My food issues are acting up because of the new house, my friends’ food choices do not blend well with me as well as them wanting to stick to a strict budget (which also annoys me because I’m the one earning the least in the house, why are they worrying about it.) I just end up not eating/eating very little instead of something they’ve made half the time, and eating way too many snacks.

I’m not sleeping enough because if I go to sleep it’ll be the next day and I’ll probably have to go to work, and night is the only time I can just relax and do my own stuff without worrying about anything else. I keep not showering for days in end because it’s just too much effort and makes me anxious, keep forgetting to do household stuff for the same reason and I feel like it’s only so long until my friends get sick of me.

I’ve been realising that I don’t really have many friends in the first place. I’ve barely talked to the person who I would have called my best friend for like months. She cancelled on an event we had planned for over a year the month before, as well as the past 2-3 times we’ve tried to meet up. I’d still consider her a friend, but to be honest we haven’t been best friends for at least a year. My partner is now my ex partner, we’ve talked once since we broke up and it ended extremely badly. He left our friends group chat today, he said he wanted to stay friends but I don’t know if that’s gonna happen. I have my housemates I guess, but even though I love them we really aren’t the same kind of people and I feel like they don’t understand anything about my life and who I am. We don’t really share any interests so I can’t talk to them about stuff I like.

Because of all that i feel so goddamn attention starved and just like desperate any kind of interaction. I’m a very clingy person but I don’t really know how to express it, which was fine when I had a partner to focus it all on but now there’s no one and all I want is to curl up with someone and take a nap. I just want a hug. I feel like this is being enhanced by my current fandom having fics that are literally exactly what I want. I like reading them because they’re so good but it fucking hurts because I know I’ll likely never get it.

I feel like I’m more myself online these days than in person. I don’t know if anyone in my offline life that actually knows who I am anymore. I just want someone to understand.

If you actually read this far then thanks I guess, I’ll be okay I promise.

#miri shut up challenge #sad boy hours

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forever-rogue · 2 years ago

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Okay I had an idea!! Ya know those tik toks where girl friends will make their boyfriends beer posters with their pictures on it? What if reader gets Eddie a beer poster with herself on it?

AN | I'm considering this modern!eddie! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Suggestive Languge

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Eddie Munson was an impossible person to get a present for. Not that he was particularly picky, he was just such an enigma that was hard to even fathom what to get him. He was special and therefore you wanted to do something special for him.

But as you had scoured online and looked around the mall, you still came up with nothing. There were a couple of vinyls you'd thought he might like, some new jeans that he could use along with a new pair of sneakers, or even some new guitar picks. But none of that seemed quite good or special enough.

Then it came to you one night, as you were lying in bed next to Eddie, scrolling around on your social media before bed. It seemed so ridiculous and over the top, but you knew it would be perfect. It was definitely something different and something your metalhead would enjoy.

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“So…” Eddie was sprawled across the couch of your shared apartment, his head in your lap as you watched a rerun of some random sitcom. You’d been playing with his hair, but stopped when you looked down at him. Offering him a small smile, you touched his rosy cheek to encourage him to go on, “my birthday is coming up.”

“Oh really?” you feigned sweet innocence as he pouted at you. You couldn’t help but giggle at the pathetic little pout on his pretty face, “I had absolutely no idea!”

“Don’t tease,” he scoffed, his bambi eyes large and soft as you giggled at him, “baby, you’re breaking my heart.”

“Relax Edward Munson,” you leaned down and kissed him softly, “I know exactly when your birthday is, what time of day you were born, the hospital you were born in, and your whole astrological chart. I will never forget your birthday or anything about you, my love.”

"You're too good to me baby," he reached a gentle hand up and stroked your before stopping suddenly, "wait - my astrological chart? What does that mean?"

"Oh my sweet honey boy," you took his hand and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, "I won’t bore you with all the details today, but one day.”

“I love you,” the boy was all teeth and dimples and pure sunshine. Your heart flipped at the way he looked at you as though you had hung all the glittery stars in the night sky, “what’re you getting me?”

You knew he was joking; Eddie Munson gave and gave but rarely asked for anything in return. That’s why you wanted to do something special and unique for him, “what am I getting you? Me! I’m all the present you need….plus, I’ll suck your dick.”

“You always like sucking my dick, baby,” he teased with a cheeky grin as you hummed in response, “but you’re right. You’re all I need.”

“You’re such a romantic sap,” you sighed contentedly as you traced a finger along his face, mapping out all of his little freckles. You’d mapped them out a million times before with your lips, along with all of his beauty marks, scars, and stretch marks. To you, Eddie Munson was a beautiful work of art and you loved worshiping him, “but fear not my love, I’ve got a few things up my sleeves. You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Can I get a little hint?”

“Absolutely not,” you grinned as you stuck your tongue, “you’ll just have to wait and see. I promise it’ll be worth your while!”

“Menace,” he muttered under his breath, absolutely no malice in his voice, “an absolute little menace.”

“That you love and adore and cherish?”

“More than anything,” he agreed, “you’re fucking metal baby…but are you sure I can’t even get a little hint?”

“Nice try,” you put your hand over his mouth so he couldn’t say anything further, “now hush…and let me suck your dick.”

You were pretty sure you heard something akin to yes ma’am as his honeyed brown eyes turned darker with each passing moment.

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“This feels like the most ridiculous thing ever,” you shook your head at Robin as you walked into the print shop at the mall. Steve trailed behind the two of you, like a little puppy, bright eyed and curious as he looked at all the various storefronts.

“You should have ordered online,” Robin snickered as she nudged your arm, knowing full well what you were about to pick. Steve, loveable, precious Steve had been left in the dark. You didn’t need him to know that little detail or need him to spill the beans to Eddie. Neither of those dinguses were able to keep anything from each other, “the kid working in the back properly lost his mind when he saw your order.”

“Ugh,” you frowned and shook your head in disgust, “I don’t wanna think about some little weird and overly hormonal teenager looking at my photo and popping a semi.”

“Who is doing what?” Steve had absolutely brilliant timing as to tuning back into the conversation, “what on earth are you picking up, babe?”

“I don’t wanna…talk about it,” you shushed him as you nudged Robin so he would take him outside while you picked up your order. Steve looked at you with wide eyes as Robin started to usher back into the mall. You sighed as you walked up to the counter and dinged the small bell for an employee.

Just as you had thought, a young boy came out and you swore his eyes widened in recognition, “h-how can I help you?”

“I’m here to pick up an order,” you avoided his eyes as you offered him your name. He punched a few things into the computer before going back to get your order. You rocked back and forth on your heels as you anxiously waited.

He came back after a few minutes and handed you the cardboard roll and told you how much it would be. You handed your card over without a word, wanting to get this wrapped up as quickly as possible, “you’re Eddie Munson’s girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“I, umm…” you swallowed thickly and panicked, “yeah, I am. Do you know him…?”

“Corroded Coffin,” he said as he gave you back your card, “I’m a fan. They’re really good.”

“O-oh,” well fuck. Now he could brag to his little friends that he’d practically seen Eddie Munson’s girlfriend naked, “yeah. Umm, well, thanks for everything.”

“No problem,” his expression brightened as you turned to leave, ready to run away and hide, “tell him Jimmie says hi!”

You were absolutely not going to tell him that Jimmie said hi. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you stepped back outside into the noise of the mall and spotted your friends already waiting for smoothies. You almost ran back over to them, Robin wiggling her eyebrows at your little package and Steve grinning happily.

“Success?”

“Success,” you agreed with a grimace, “he knew who Eddie was, Robin. I’m never going to get over this.”

“What’s in the package?” Steve asked again as he handed your favorite smoothie they’d had foresight to order. You knew you could only deflect his questions for so long before he pulled the truth out of you. There was no way you could ever lie to those sweet eyes.

“A-a poster,” you waved your hand dismissively, “for his birthday.”

“Oh nice,” he sipped his drink happily, “oh, he’d probably love a DND one or something like that. Good idea.”

“Yup,” your voice was about five octaves higher than normal, “totally.”

Robin only sipped her smoothie in order to keep from laughing out loud; you were dying inside and Steve was oblivious as always.

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“Baby, it’s not that early,” you insisted as you dragged Eddie back to your apartment. You’d gone out for dinner after you were both off work, and he’d suggested going out to a movie or something else, but you’d insisted you were tired and wanted to go home. What he didn’t know was that everyone was waiting there to surprise him with a little surprise party, “we can watch a movie here or something.”

You unlocked the door slowly to give everyone time to hide before you stepped inside to turn on the lights. Eddie was still clueless until you flicked on the lights and everyone jumped out and yelled at the top of their lungs, “happy birthday Eddie!”

Eddie’s face lit up and he beamed with excitement. He looked at you with what could only be pure love and adoration before kissing you softly. You touched his cheek and whispered a soft surprise, before his friends swarmed over to hug him and wish him a happy birthday.

You knew that growing up, he’d never had big parties or a large number of friends to shower him with love, and these days you took every opportunity to give it all to him. Wayne had been such a good and loving uncle - father - to Eddie, and you were happy to share in that with him. He’d helped the boy become the good man he was today. Wayne, in fact, was the first one besides you to hug him and wish him a happy birthday.

You let your friends hog Eddie’s presence during the party, knowing you were the luckiest one of all because you got to keep him at the end of the day. He was your best friend and lover all wrapped into one amazing, wonderful package. There wasn’t much more you needed than that.

At one point, while you were chatting with Robin and Nancy you’d caught his eye from across the room and raised your red plastic cup in a salute to him before mouthing I love you to him. His cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as he mouthed those pretty little words back to you.

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It was late into the evening - early morning rather - by the time everyone had left. It was only you and Eddie now, and you took his hand in yours and dragged him to the bedroom.

“That was…amazing,” he grinned as he followed onto the bed and gave a pretty, tired little smile, “thank you, angel. You didn’t have to do all that.”

“I wanted to,” you promised as you shut the bedroom door with a soft click and leaned against it, “sometimes I like spoiling you too, my love. But…I do have one more thing for you.”

“Baby, I know I’m never one to turn down a blowjob but-”

“It’s not a blowjob,” you padded over to the closet and dug through it to find the cardboard tube that contained his little gift. You waved it around before practically skipping over to him, “although, I will gladly give you as many as you would like tomorrow. But, my love, this is for you.”

“What is it?” he asked with wide eyes as you handed him the tube.

“Open it silly man.”

He did so without hesitation, unrolling the poster and studying the print. His pretty eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he realized what it was. You were already well aware of course; a silly beer poster with your very scantily clad picture on it. You’d seen the trend online, with girlfriends surprising their boyfriends, and decided that that was what you were going to get for Eddie. Unique and sort of different - but you had a feeling the man would like it. Judging by his silent fascination, it appeared he did.

“Baby,” he almost choked on the word as he looked between the poster and you, “holy fucking fuck. You’re so fucking hot. This is…unexpected. I don’t…shit.”

“You like it, big boy?” you grinned as he nodded excitedly. He set it to the side and motioned for you to come over, “you know, it really was a joke at first. But I'm glad you like it."

"I do," he nodded eagerly, "I should hang it up in my office at the shop."

"Eddie!" your face warmed up as he pulled you down to his lap, "that is for your eyes only!"

"Fine," he sighed dramatically, "I love it - I love you."

"I love you," you leaned in and kissed him, "so, so much Eddie bear. Happy birthday, baby.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader

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theunaestheticstudyblr · 3 years ago

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UNIVERSITY WITH MENTAL ILLNESS

Mental health and illness is already hard enough, but adding school pressure on top is hard. High school was easier for me since there is a lot more structure and a lot less choice, which is why I'm targeting this towards college and university students.

Firstly is attending class. Getting to class is a major hurdle, especially with a commute like me (1 hour+) broke people problems lmao. Driving that long to go to a class just to drive back home is already exhausting and unpleasant, especially knowing professors will post slides or something after class anyways. But you have to drag yourself there. One thing I do to help is dress up. I'll do my makeup and put on nicer clothes. Why does this work for me? I hate wasting stuff, especially money and to me, putting on makeup is spending money essentially (same logic as using rare items in a video game idk). I can't just sit around the house and waste the money I just put on my face so I gotta go to class. Small things like this to trick your brain works so well. Before this, there was a restaurant I absolutely loved next to campus so if I went to every class for two weeks I would reward myself by going there. Another thing that helps is making plans with people ahead of time. They'll hold you accountable on days that you can't.

Take rest days. Schedule one whole day a week where you don't do school or go to work. It's a day completely off for anything. I use this day to do chores in the morning and then just lay around and do absolutely nothing all afternoon and night. This helps recharge and reduce stimulation and socialization. It gives your brain that little rest it cries for every day. I used to panic so much about this one day because I could be working and making money or studying or doing anything to be productive until I had a week where I couldn't do anything because I broke down completely, mentally and physically. Now I see it as a preservation day. I use this day to recover from everything.

Make your notes pretty. I hate going back and looking at my messy class notes. Everything is scattered and messy and I get frustrated. What I do instead is make a virtual, concise copy that is pretty to me. I'll add little sketches, color, pictures, etc. This helps draw my attention and allows me to study while doing it! Making the second copy forces you to go through the material after a class is over and review the material to decide what is truly important and then organize it all and then rewrite it all. This has been a huge help.

Use class breaks to snack or grab coffee. One thing I have found in many people with high anxiety is that food and drinks really help calm you down. I've found some research suggesting it's because food is a signal that things are safe and therefore makes you more relaxed, though I don't know much about anthropology and psychology fields. I find this really helps to calm me down after I had a very stressful test so that I can be more present for the next class. Gum helps a lot on high anxiety/panic days as well.

Download the notes or slides, especially if posted ahead of time. This way you have access even if you don't have wifi. You can even pull them up in lectures so you don't have to focus on the board the whole time. For my people with autism, this has helped me so much. There are times where you can't focus on the professor and the slides and the sounds and writing, so doing this cuts out having to watch the teacher and the board. Bonus points if you can record during lecture as well so you can revisit parts that you zoned out in or couldn't focus on.

Keep a journal or diary and list your activities, food, weather, etc in it as well as your mood. This can help you find correlations to hack shit. My favorite way of doing this is through the Daylio app (I wrote a post about it here). Like I notice that days when it's rainy, I study and read more and days where I walk more and eat breakfast, I focus better and am happier overall. This information helps so much. If I know it's going to rain tomorrow, I won't try to force myself to study a bunch today and instead save that energy for later. Instead, I'll take care of myself and go for a walk or something. Knowing how you work and why really makes a HUGE difference.

This might just be my autism brain, but finding cool things related to the topic at hand has helped me keep interest in at least a little of the subject, helping me study more. Like I don't like chimaeras (a fish group) BUT for some reason I love fish teeth and these fishes have a very unique tooth set. This at least let's me know something instead of just ignoring and forgetting everything. 20% is better than nothing.

Find a reason to study what you do, even if it's just that you need this class to graduate. Just taking classes for no reason seems like something neurotypical people are able to do. I can't do it. I need a reason and if I can't find one, I just give up. I used to always say it was useless and pointless and didn't understand why it was required. But I realized the reason to take it is because I want a piece of paper that says I traded lots of money and sanity for it. And that reason has to be good enough.

Make study games. Games are more fun than lifeless paper. Matching games, crosswords, coloring pages, whatever you like!

Feel free to add your tips to this post as well!! I always have room for improvement and experimentation, especially for really hard days. I still find myself skipping even online classes some days. No one had all the answers or has everything figured out. This is just an incomplete list of things that have helped me out a bit and made college life a bit easier.

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luxcardia · 2 years ago

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My Mitral Panic

AKA LC’s Adventures in Cardiology

When I decided to stop lurking and start sharing cardiophile content, I always had this fear at the back of my mind: what if someone catches something abnormal in my recordings? For most of my life, I’ve struggled with health anxiety and hypochondria, so this worry was a natural extension of that.

When I got my Littmann, I could hear my heart much better than with my previous cheap steth, and started noticing new things. I’d already been thinking I had an extra sound, especially when lying down, but now it was much more distinct. Occasionally, I thought I could also hear a murmur, although it was so inconsistent, I figured it might just be my ears playing tricks on me. I studied auscultation guides trying to figure this out, but didn’t find anything that fit. In the end, the solution came from a fellow cardiophile with good ears and more knowledge. He said that the extra sound is most likely a mid-systolic click, which would mean mitral valve prolapse (MVP). Instantly, the pattern of my abnormal heart sounds made sense: a murmur that becomes more noticeable when going from lying down to standing up is common in MVP, and that was exactly what I was hearing.

I know there are plenty of others here who also have MVP, and it’s very common and nearly always benign. But I also learned from various publications and websites that it’s not always harmless - in some unlucky few, it can lead to severe mitral regurgitation that requires valve surgery. With my background of health anxiety, I got very worried about all this. Listening to my heart, which has always been a major turn-on for me, turned into something distressing, because all I could hear were these abnormalities. Occasional skips, which I’ve always had and are almost certainly harmless PVCs, also started to bother me in a way they never had before.

There was only one solution to this situation, and I knew it: I’d have to go and see an actual medical doctor, to find out what was going on with my heart and get some peace of mind.

Of course, seeing a cardiologist was a terrifying idea to me. The mix of excitement/arousal and anxiety/fear in these situations makes them really really difficult. After putting it off for many months, I finally somehow managed to gather up the courage and book an appointment with a cardiologist. Since it didn’t seem like a good idea to explain that some random online person had diagnosed me with MVP, I rather went to the appointment on the pretense of other concerns, such as the palpitations.

The first appointment started with a “resting” ECG, pulse ox and blood pressure from both arms, taken by a very professional and not very talkative nurse. Resting in quotes, because my heart rate was around 100, while normally it’s around 60 at rest, and my BP was something like 160/100, also very much higher than what I see at home. Then, I met the doctor. I was expecting him to auscultate me, but he didn’t do that at all - instead, he guided me to the room next doors for an echocardiogram! I’d never had an echo before, so this was pretty exciting, although the positive excitement was toned down by my fear of what he might find. The doctor had me lie down on my left side and pressed the probe to my chest, and there it was: my beating heart, projected on a big screen where I could easily see it! The doctor was very nice, and kept pointing out details to me - what valves are on the screen and so on. He also commented on how high my heart rate was at the start. Somehow, I was able to relax a little as he kept going, and then he commented on that as well, saying that clearly I’m less afraid now, because it was down to 80. I tried not to focus on his words too much, because the were really quite hot to me…

Finally, after looking at many angles and using the doppler mode as well, the doctor noted that my mitral valve seems to be prolapsing ever so slightly, which is causing a tiny bit of regurgitation. He even showed me the images where it’s visible. I feigned that I didn’t know what it meant, but inside, I was extremely relieved. It was the best possible outcome: I got the explanation for the extra sounds that I was expecting, and at the least serious grade possible. In his statement, he marked the amount of prolapse as 2 mm, when according to various sources >2 mm is the limit of what counts as prolapse. The regurgitation was also trivial, below what even counts as mild. Aside from this, everything else was perfectly fine, all measures were normal, ejection fraction was good, no structural abnormalities. I was incredibly happy to hear all this!

Even though my mitral panic was over, my cardiological adventures didn’t end quite yet. There was also the question of those palpitations, not to mention the high BP readings. This cardiologist was very thorough, and decided that the best way to get to the bottom of this was doing 24h Holter for both BP and ECG. When I went to get the devices set up, I was thinking this would be interesting and kind of exciting, but it turned out to be a complete nightmare. Taking the bus home, I was super self-conscious, because the weather was hot, and the bulky wiring was impossible to hide under a t-shirt, not to mention that the BP cuff was in plain sight. I’ve also always been concerned about having hypertension, and this became a self-fulfilling prophecy. Every time the cuff started to inflate around my arm, I freaked out. I tested a few times with my home monitor on the other arm, and the values were constantly high. At night, I couldn’t sleep, because the measurement went off every half hour. Funnily enough, the BP cuff was messing with my head so badly that I kept forgetting I also had the ECG electrodes on. They were itchy, and I would just unthinkingly start scratching at them until I remembered what they were and that I shouldn’t touch them.

The 24 hours that I had to wear the Holters felt like an absolute eternity, and I was so relieved when I could go back to the doctor’s office and get rid of that horrible BP cuff. As for the results - I was prepared to get a lecture about how my BP is too high and I have to do something about it. Really, I was trying to mentally prepare for a prescription for antihypertensive medication. Instead, the doctor - probably factoring in my explanation of how desperately uncomfortable and nervous I was this whole time - just declared that he doesn’t think I have a problem, and I could stop worrying so much. The ECG didn’t have anything too unusual in it, either. I saw the printout mentioned some PVCs, but apparently such a low amount that it wasn’t meaningful, as he didn’t even bring them up.

So, here we are: my heart has gone through the most extensive testing in my life so far, and the conclusion was that it’s perfectly fine! As a bonus, the very mild MVP does give me an excuse to ask for repeat echos later, if I’m brave enough… I sure would love to have another one of those, it was amazing to see my heart on the screen with the doctor describing all the details! One thing is for sure, though: I never, ever want to experience a BP Holter again! Cannot recommend that experience, 0/5.

#mitral valve prolapse #echocardiography #personal #my heart #blood pressure #holter monitor #ecg #cardiophilia #medical examination #long text post

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comfortbucky · 4 years ago

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hey hey! can u do some fluffy bucky about having to share a hotel room w u and there’s only one bed!!!! and he’s trying to be respectful n stuff but man does he have the fattest crush on u! thank u <333

HEY HEY YES OMFGGG THE ONE BED TROPE (ur mind😌🤝)

i’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO COME SO SOON

𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁𝘀 ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ｡˚

pairing: bucky x fem!avenger!reader

tags: enemies(?) to lovers BABYYYY, angst, fluff

A/N: i almost always write about tfatws!bucky in mind but let me try and branch out by writing about avenger!bucky hehe

i hope u enjoy🥺💗i absolutely loved this prompt and loved writing this!!!! (it is almost 4am for me as i am posting this :) i’m insane :))

this oneshot will not be following the canon timeline!

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“Stick to the plan, Y/N.” Steve’s voice came through over the intercom. She rolled her eyes at his warning. He always seemed to be extra cautious with her, making her feel like an unimportant member of the team, and this mission was no different.

“I got this,” she said, completely ignoring his request and charging headfirst at the enemy. Her brash decision resulted in her receiving a heavy beat down, ending up with a split lip and fractured ribs.

Needless to say, Steve was pissed. He and Y/N developed a close friendship over the years, during his search for Bucky. She was oftentimes the one who would stay up all night with him, looking for any trace of Bucky’s existence online. She’d become one of the closest people in his life, which is exactly why he was upset with her, endangering her own life.

After the mission, he confronted her at the base camp.

“You could’ve gotten killed!”

“But I didn’t,” she snapped back. “And the mission was a success anyways, so I don’t get why you’re so mad right now.”

Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“It’s reckless behavior like this that’s eventually going to get you killed, Y/N.”

Bucky walked into the room and immediately regretted his decision as soon as he laid his eyes on Y/N. He’d come to foster an animosity towards her, after seeing her close friendship with Steve. After Bucky joined the Avengers, he noticed how much time they spent together, and jealousy started to fester within him. Steve was the only person he felt comfortable being around in the tower and she constantly took him away from Bucky. Everyone else seemed to have an aversion to him, or so he assumed. He never gave anyone the chance to get to know him, locking himself up in his room most hours of the day. Bucky didn’t think anyone would want to get to know an ex-assassin, especially one that killed the Tony Stark’s parents. She was the one thing that kept Steve away from him and he despised it. So Bucky did what he did best and avoided any sort of interaction with her.

Steve looked at Bucky and suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He had noticed how closed-off Bucky had been since joining the Avengers and refused to let Y/N be alone, worried that she might make another brazen decision. He hatched a plan to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.

“Bucky,” Steve said, making his way over to him. “You and Y/N will be assigned to the same room tonight.”

Bucky choked on his own spit in response and Y/N began to protest.

“You’re not serious, right?” Steve turned to face her with a stern expression.

“You’re not giving me any reason to trust you to be alone.” She let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Why me?” Bucky asked, trying to figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Because I trust you, Buck. I need you to do this for me.”

Bucky could see the desperation in Steve’s eyes and reluctantly nodded.

Steve was able to obtain another key card to the hotel room that Y/N was assigned to for the mission. He forgot to take into account the logistics of the sleeping arrangements, leaving Bucky to find a single bed as he entered Y/N’s room.

Bucky froze, his right hand on the door handle, keeping it open, his left hand by his side, holding his duffel bag. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what to do, when Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Relax,” she started, motioning for him to come inside. “I’ll sleep on the floor, alright?”

Y/N knew that Bucky didn’t like her, despite Steve trying to convince her otherwise. It hurt her feelings a bit, especially after she’d learned so much about him through both Steve’s stories and the time she spent tracking him down. He was such an important person to Steve, her close friend, and Bucky hated her. At first, she figured he was shy and wasn’t ready to open up to anyone else, especially after all the trauma he endured. But she realized he actively disliked her over time, with Bucky always leaving the room when she entered or ignoring her offers to hang out with her and Steve. Eventually, she gave up on reaching out to Bucky, as she only seemed to upset him further, no matter what she did. She figured it was for the best.

Bucky stepped into the room and shook his head.

“Bed’s too soft for me anyways, I’ll take the floor,” he grumbled.

Y/N shrugged in response, knowing that Bucky would be too stubborn to try and argue against. She turned around and picked up the phone, calling the front desk to ask for extra blankets and pillows. When she hung up the phone, she turned back to Bucky to see him nod in thanks.

The rest of the night was silent, as they both prepared for bed, taking turns going into the bathroom to wash up and change. While Y/N was in the bathroom, Bucky arranged the extra blankets and pillows into a makeshift bed on the ground, something that he’d done countless times before. Y/N exited the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt that covered her shorts, and placed her toiletries bag in one of the hotel dresser drawers.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Bucky grunted in response, grabbing some clothes and a bag headed for the bathroom.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he stated, just before shutting the door behind him. Y/N scoffed at his comment, gently climbing into bed, in an attempt to not further injure her ribs. She winced as she tried to get into a comfortable position before settling to sleep on the side of her unaffected ribs.

Bucky emerged from the bathroom to see Y/N lying on her left side, her back towards him. He assumed that she had already fallen asleep and quietly crawled into his makeshift bed.

Approximately 10 minutes had passed, when he heard her sniffling. At first, he thought the noise was coming from outside the window, but he traced it back to her. He remained lying on his back for a moment, deciding whether or not to say something. Bucky sighed before speaking.

“You okay?” Y/N immediately stiffened upon hearing Bucky’s voice. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hear her crying, despite his super soldier hearing abilities.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied back, her voice wavering as she spoke. Y/N hated how weak and pathetic she sounded in that moment. Her fractured ribs made it hard for her to breathe and the adrenaline, that was previously shielding her from the pain, had faded, leaving her to lie there in agony. On top of that, she also felt that this mission solidified her belief that Steve had little faith in her ability to be an Avenger. The last thing she wanted to do right now, was to confess her insecurities to Bucky.

Bucky’s attitude softened, hearing Y/N’s voice crack when she spoke. He knew she’d gotten hurt due to her own, dumb, decision during the mission. Bucky quietly pulled his blankets off and stood up, leaving the room without saying another word. As soon as the door shut, Y/N burst into tears. Bucky did exactly as he’d done in the past many times before, leave. She wasn’t sure why this time upset her more than the rest. Probably because she knew that he was aware of her crying and he’d still chosen to abandon her completely.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, causing her to stop crying. Y/N listened to Bucky’s footsteps growing closer, and felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat on the edge she was facing towards. She peered over the blanket she was covering her face with, to see Bucky facing her, holding a bag of ice, wrapped in a towel. Bucky’s heart sank at the sight of her glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks in the moonlight.

“For your ribs,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the ice bag in his hands.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Y/N took the bag from him, attempting to slowly sit up. She closed her eyes as she grimaced, and suddenly felt a hand on her back, helping her up. Her eyes opened to reveal Bucky, with a soft smile on his lips. She silently thanked him again, placing the ice bag on the right side of her ribcage.

“Thought you hated me,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze down on her lap. He furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on her.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well, you definitely don’t like me.”

Bucky paused at her comment, thinking about his next words, before responding.

“I don’t like that you take up all of Steve’s free time,” he grumbled, causing Y/N to quickly look up at Bucky, his eyes averting her gaze. Her face fell, immediately realizing why Bucky had treated her so coldly all this time. He just missed his friend.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her in response. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to be so kind and understanding, even coming up with multiple points to argue back at her. He realized then that he didn’t know her at all, but that he wanted to now. In an instant, she became an entirely different person. He studied her eyes and wondered if they had always sparkled like that, if her cheeks were naturally rosy, or if her lips had always been so pink and plump.

His expression softened and he cleared his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, tearing himself away from her gaze to look down at his lap. After a moment of silence, Bucky stood up to return back to the floor.

“Stay.” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she had time to process them. Bucky froze and turned to face her. “I mean, if you want to, of course. Just figured the floor must be super uncomfortable for you.” Y/N felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and kicked herself mentally. She looked down at her hands, regretting the words she spoke, before feeling the bed dip again. She looked up to see Bucky. He smiled and she almost melted at the sight.

She shifted over, putting the ice bag on the nightstand, as Bucky crawled into bed next to her. The two rested on their backs, both staring at the ceiling in silence. Bucky remained at a respectful distance away, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Y/N turned on her left side, her good side, to face him.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me.”

Bucky turned on his side to face her before responding.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

A strand of her hair had fallen in front of her face and Bucky, instinctively, reached out a hand to tuck it behind her ear. Immediately, he regretted it, about to pull his hand back when Y/N took her hand and placed it on top of his, guiding it to rest on her cheek. He cupped her face in his hand and she leaned into his embrace. Bucky felt his heart rate increase as she moved her body closer to his, wrapping the arm she used to hold his hand on her face, across his side. He shifted towards her as well, wrapping his arm around her body, bringing her closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, nervous that he might have somehow misinterpreted the situation. He hadn’t been with a woman in such an intimate way in years and had no idea what he was doing. Y/N looked up at him and nodded, before snuggling her face into his chest and Bucky felt a wave of calm wash over him.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into his chest. He chuckled at the vibrations from her voice and kissed her temple, smoothing her hair back.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to, honey.”

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strawberryerwin · 3 years ago

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Hey! May I please request some first time anal play with Erwin? Could be for either reader or 'Win receiving. Thank you for considering my request 🥰

i hate that this took so long but it was my first request and i’ve been soooo busy!! i hope to have an established writing schedule soon!

cw; afab!reader, anal play, hints at anal sex, sex toys, not sfw mdni, not proofread

you didn’t expect Erwin to be experimental in the bedroom when you first started seeing him. your first night in his bed was incredibly gentle, and you were fine with that. Erwin made you feel good and that was really all that mattered to you.

so you were shocked as you watched Erwin ceremoniously open the package that had been delivered to your doorstep. “you got something in the mail today, love.”, you called to him from the kitchen as he came in from work. “it’s on the coffee table.”

you could hear him shuffling his shoes off at the door before going to retrieve his delivery. “it’s something i got for us!”, he exclaimed, coming to sit down at the dining table. “give me a knife or something to open it with.”

“for us?”, you replied. “i don’t remember you saying anything about buying us something.” you handed him a utility knife from a drawer under the kitchen counter.

“i didn’t tell you because it’s a surprise.”, he smirked. with your interest peaked, you turned the heat down on the stove and sat down at the table with him. pink, purple, and red tissue paper emerged over the sides of the box as he peeled back the top flaps. the first smaller box Erwin pulled out was white, with no writing on it. he sliced the top open before spilling the contents onto the table.

“Erwin!”, you squealed, giggling with surprise. he laughed with you. “what?”, he chuckled. “it will be fun!” a small, magenta colored vibrator laid in front of you, along with its charger. it was simplistic, shaped like a lipstick container with a settings button on the top. you had no doubt you could have fun with the little toy, you just didn’t expect for Erwin to be looking at or purchasing anything like that online. your cheeks tinted pink just looking at it.

“that’s not even the best part.”, he murmured, pulling the next item out of the box. packing peanuts started to litter the dining table. a sample set of lubes, each a different kind. flavored, numbing, and a warming lube. “that goes with another part.”, he said as he pulled out the last item- a silver butt plug, complete with a teal colored gem on the end. your mouth formed into the shape of an “o” as your eyes widened, looking at Erwin for some explanation. again he said, “it will be fun!”

“for which one of us?”, you asked. he just shrugged.

after days of nervousness about trying something new, you finally settled down and told Erwin you were ready to try the toys he had bought for you. trying something new didn’t mean Erwin’s gentle nature had disappeared, though. he still wasn’t convinced you were as relaxed as he needed you to be, so he asked you to join him for a hot shower. it wasn’t uncommon for you to shower together. in fact, it was one of your favorite things to do with him. for the most part, your showers together weren’t sexual- you talked about your day, lingering soft touches followed by laughter over each other’s stories.

tonight’s shower ended in Erwin pulling you in for a heated kiss, pressing his body into yours. his hands struggling to grip onto your hips under the streams of water pouring over you. he hummed into your mouth, his fingertips pressing into your skin. breaking the seal of your lips, Erwin quickly ushered you out of the shower and into the comfort of a thick, fuzzy towel around your body.

“kneel on the bed for me, that’s it- just like that.”, he spoke lowly as he pulled on some fleece pajama bottoms. you positioned yourself just as he had asked, pulling a pillow under your head as your knees perched on the edge of the bed. Erwin sat next to you, resting one arm over your back side while the other reached across to place feather light touches along your slick folds, making you shiver. “already wet for me.”, he murmured. rather quickly, his long, slender fingers found your sweet spot, the nub hardening under his touch. your skin was still damp from your shower, prickling under the cool air of the bedroom.

the hand Erwin had draped over the small of your back found its way to grab a handful of your ass, squeezing your cheek with a content hum. you closed your eyes, trying to relax for him. closing your eyes helped you to better feel what was going on, listening as Erwin spit onto his on fingers, using two to circle your virgin hole as his other hand remained concentrated on your clit. your shoulders slumped further into the mattress as you moaned from the pleasure of his calculated touches. “good girl”, he whispered. “we’re getting there, just take your time. i’ll get you good and lubed up before we try anything.”

before you knew it, Erwin had slid off the bed and was kneeling behind you, using his tongue to snake through your folds, luring out the moans that had been caught in the back of your throat. pulling away from your wetness, he spit directly onto your asshole before resuming his ministrations on your clit, using his thumb to slowly press into your bum. the sensation of his thumb sliding past your tightness drew a long moan from you, and you swear you felt Erwin smile against your pussy. “think you’re ready?”

“mhm”, you whined. his mouth left your sweetness so that he could retrieve the lubricant and the colorful plug from the drawer of the nightstand. “i think we should try the numbing lube for our first time, don’t you think?”, he asked.

looking up at him, you nodded your head, still laying on the pillows with your ass in the air. “you’re still nervous.”, he smirked, before leaning down to kiss your lips, letting you taste yourself. “just tell me if you don’t like it, okay?”

as Erwin sat down on the edge of the bed beside you again, he began to open the bottle of lube before standing up again. “oh! i almost forgot. this should help, too.”, he spoke as he grabbed the tiny vibrator from the nightstand drawer as well. he rubbed it on your clit for a few seconds before actually turning it on. you thought that even that new sensation felt good, but you couldn’t believe how incredible it felt when he actually turned it on to its lowest setting. your body lurched at the feeling, almost pulling away from his hand, but he stopped you. “must feel good.”, he laughed.

you closed your eyes again, listening to the click of the tube opening and then feeling Erwin squeeze a dollop of lubricant onto your tight hole before rubbing it in with his thumb. after about thirty seconds, you couldn’t really feel the pressure of his your hole stretching around his thumb. Erwin held the plug steady between his knees, momentarily stopping his use of the vibrator so that he could squeeze some lube onto the plug.

slowly removing his thumb, he once again used one hand to pleasure you with the vibrator while slowly working the plug into you. “just breathe through it, but please tell me if it hurts. it should just feel like a stretch, but not a pain.”

while it didn’t hurt, it was definitely tighter than you expected. your virgin hole hugged the plug snug inside, the teal gem on the end glimmering in the lamp light of the bedroom. with the plug inside, Erwin switched hands, using one to hold the vibrator while with the other, his fingers easily slipped inside your pussy, setting a steady pace as they pumped in and out. your moans were turning him on beyond imagination, the hard-on growing in his pajama pants. you were literally dripping, on the edge of your first orgasm. “ohh, that’s it. i knew you would love having both of these little holes filled.”

“’m gonna cum..”, you whimpered, barely able to form the words and get them to leave your mouth coherently. “Erwin, ‘m gonna squirt-” the babbling continued as you squeezed around both Erwin’s fingers and the plug.

before you could even catch your breath, Erwin ripped his fingers away from you and stood up. “i want to put my dick in that tight little asshole. stay just like that, don’t move.”, he demanded. “wh-what?”, you stammered.

“you heard me. stay still and let me take the plug out. i’m not done with you tonight. i can tell you love this thing, and i think you’ll love my dick in that slutty little hole even more.”

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Requested by @hstyleswritten : you and Tom make tik toks on set that test your friendship

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“Hi tik tok.” You waved to your camera. “I’m not sure who’s gonna see this but I wanted to announce that I’ll be playing Black Cat in the MCU going forward. I just saw that the news broke online and-“

“-and she’s my girlfriend.” Tom jumped on your couch and wrapped his arms around you. “Did she tell you she’s my girlfriend? I finally got one.”

“All right, relax.” You chuckled as you playfully pushed Tom off of you. “I’m his girlfriend in the movies. Tom and I are just friends.”

“Why’d you have to kill my vibe?” He teased as he hugged you again. “Who is this video for anyway?”

“It’s for tik tok.” You told him.

“Oh. Hi tic tac!” He waved to your camera, making you burst out laughing.

“No it’s not…you know what? It doesn’t even matter. Bye tik tok.” You waved goodbye.

“Bye tic tac! Are they sponsoring you?” Tom asked as you posted the video.

“Uh uh.” You said sarcastically. “Tic Tac is sponsoring me. I get free breath mints for life.”

“Really?” Tom gasped. “You’re so lucky.”

“I’m joking.” You laughed. I don’t think they sponsor anyone. Wait, look. I already got a few thousand followers.”

Tom looked at your phone and patted your back to show he was impressed.

“Wow.” He smiled. “Look at you.”

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “They’re following for you.”

“Darling, don’t be ridiculous.” Tom tutted as he pinched your cheeks. “They’re following to see this pretty face.”

“No.” You giggled as you pulled out of his grasp. “It’s for you.”

“We should make more of these.” Tom suggested.

“Oh, trust me.” You told him. “I plan to.”

“Hi Tik Tok. I’m on set right now. I can’t show you anything or I will be smited but look who I’m with.” You grinned as you rested your head on Toms shoulder and panned the camera to him.

“Hi.” Tom smiled at you. “What’s this for?”

“Tik tok.” You told him. “Say hi.”

“Hi tik tok.” Tom waved. “What is tik tok anyway?”

“It’s a dating app.” You told him casually as you posed.

“What?” He stammered, his jealously getting the better of him.

“I’m kidding.” You chuckled, making him sigh in relief. “It’s kinda like vine. Remember vine?”

“Is that that thing you showed me with the “road work ahead” guy?” Tom wondered, always confused with changing technology.

“Yeah, that’s it.” You laughed again at his choice of references.

“Uh, I sure hope it does.” Tom quoted in the style of the vine. “Was that good?”

“That was perfect.” You complimented, smiling at how he looked to you for approval. “I’m so posting this.”

Tom leaned on his hand and watched you fondly as you uploaded the video.

“How many followers do you have, love?” He asked as he gazed at you.

“13 million.” You showed him your phone and shook it proudly.

“Wow.” His eyes widened. “Already?”

“What can I say? They all want to see this pretty face.” You teased as you pinched his cheeks, just as he did to you.

“Unhand me, woman.” He laughed. “That’s seriously impressive. I can’t believe my best friend is the face of tic tacs.”

You rolled your eyes at his joke as he laughed at himself before checking the comments on your latest video.

“Okay I’ve been getting a bunch of comments to do more tik toks with Tom so I’m gonna pull some pranks on him.” You said as you set up your phone. “He should be coming to my trailer any minute.”

Soon enough, Tom opened your trailer door and set a package of baby carrots and some hummus on your counter.

“Hey.” You said stiffly, keeping your eyes on your phone.

“Hi beautiful.” Tom smiled at you. “Whatcha up to?”

“Nothing.” You mumbled. “Just sitting here.”

“Are you okay? You seem upset.” Tom noticed. You flicked your eyes to the camera and smirked a little before going in for the kill.

“You could have been nicer to be today.” You said quietly, still keeping your eyes down.

Toms eyes widened before filling with sadness as he took a seat next to you in the couch.

“I’m sorry, princess. What did I do that made you feel like that?” He apologized as he rubbed your back.

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.” You said coldly as you turned away from him.

“Is this because I said my butt looked bigger in my suit than yours looked in your suit?” Tom asked, making you break.

“You didn’t say that.” You laughed as you turned around.

“But I’ve been thinking it all day.” He grimaced, resulting in you hitting him with a pillow.

“You think I didn’t see you camera?” He laughed as he pointed to your phone. “You’re making a clip clop.”

“It’s a Tik Tok.” You corrected as you hit him with another pillow. “And I hate you.”

“Guys. Send help.” Tom said as he grabbed your phone. “My best friend is trying to kill me.”

Tom let out a scream as you chased him but the video ending and perfectly cut off his scream. You burst out laughing when you watched it back and added some hashtags before posting it.

“How many followers are you at now?” He asked once you caught up to him and tackled him onto the bed.

“23 million.” You told him as you shook your phone in his face.

“Wow. All thanks to me.” He pretended to flip some hair behind his shoulder.

“Shut up.” You shoved him playfully. “I’m so gonna get you back for this.”

Your plan to get Tom back went into motion the following week when the two of you were hanging out in his trailer.

You set the camera up and gave it a thumbs up before putting your feet back in his lap. You watched him scrolling on his phone for a moment before letting out a loud sigh.

“Are you all right?” Tom immediately noticed your sigh.

“I’m fine.” You said flatly.

“You don’t sound fine.” Tom insisted as he rubbed his thumb against your ankle.

“I am.” You shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“If somethings bothering you, it matters to me.” Tom said gently.

“Whatever.” You grumbled. “Don’t worry about it.”

Tom pouted for a moment when he realized he wouldn’t be getting through to you before an idea came to him. He sudden yanked you by the ankles onto his lap and began to tickle your sides.

“Are you fine now?” He teased as you burst into laughter. “Does this feel fine?”

“You can stop now.” You said between fits of laughter. “I’m okay. It was for a tik tok.”

“You’re making another tik tok?” He asked as he found the camera.

“Yup.” You smiled proudly as you reached for the camera. “Bye guys!”

Knowing Tom was in the eating area, you went to see him with another idea for a video. You discreetly set up your phone next to Tom before going through with your plan.

“Hi Tommy.” You greeted him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You placed a kiss on his cheek before sitting down.

“Hi. Aw.” He chuckled fondly and rubbed your back as you sat down. “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to kiss you.” You shrugged.

“Aw.” He repeated as his cheeks heated up. “Thank you.”

Just as you hoped, Tom leaned in to kiss your cheek. You smiled warmly at him before wiping the kiss off with your sleeve.

“Did you just wipe it off?” Toms smile fell when he saw what you did.

“Hm?” You hummed as you leaned on your hand.

“You wiped my kiss off.” He repeated, visibly offended now.

“Sorry. It was a little wet.” You shrugged.

“So are my eyes in two minutes if you don’t let me give you another one.” Tom pouted.

“All right.” You agreed. “Try not to soak me this time.”

Tom kissed your cheek again and you gave it a minute before wiping it off.

“Oh My God.” He gasped and got up. “I’ve never been this insulted in my life.”

“Wait.” You laughed as you grabbed his hand. “Come back. It was for a tik tok.”

“Again?” He smiled in relief as he sat back down. “How do I keep falling for these?”

“I don’t know, but I’m glad you do.” You chuckled. “You’re getting me a lot of followers.”

“I’m telling you and tik tok right now.” Tom pointed at the camera. “I’m never falling for one again.”

“Yeah right.” You snorted. “He so is.”

And he so did.

“Hey.” You said causally as you walked in to Toms hotel room and found his sitting on the bed.

“Hi.” He said back as you knelt down in from of him. “Oh? What are we doing?”

“Just sit back.” You smiled at him, his eyes widening as you spread his legs apart. He leaned over to see what you were doing right as you picked up a pen you had planted under his bed earlier.

“Thanks.” You held up the pen. “I’ve been looking everywhere for this.”

“Wait, what?” Tom sputtered as you got up from the floor. “That’s it?”

“What’s it?” You asked innocently as you clicked the pen a few times.

“You were just getting a pen?” He gulped as he crossed his legs.

“What did you think I was doing?” You played dumb as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Nothing.” Tom said skeptically as he took a pillow from the bed and placed it over his lap.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” You tilted your head to the side.

“It doesn’t matter.” Tom muttered as he held the pillow down.

“Uh huh.” You nodded. “Is there a reason you’re crossing your legs?”

“No. For an unrelated reason, I have to use the bathroom.” He got up quickly, keeping the pillow where it was as he ran to the bathroom. You grabbed your phone and saved the video to your drafts, smirking to yourself as you watched it back. You posted it just as a very sheepish Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Good evening.” He said stiffly as he held his hands behind his back.

“Hey.” You chuckled. “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “I do.”

“Good.” You smirked. “Glad to hear it.”

“You’re sneaky.” He pointed at you accusingly. “You’re a sneaky little snake and I don’t appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged simply.

“Oh, don’t you?” Tom mimicked you.

“Tom, come on. This isn’t fair.” You sighed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Stop being so hard on me.”

“I hate you.” Tom said decidedly as you giggled shamelessly. “I seriously hate you.”

“Aw. But I love you.” You pouted as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed. “Was that for that stupid app?”

“Yep.” You popped the p. “Thanks for 30 million followers, by the way.”

“30 million?” He asked. “You’re gonna have to do something huge to get to 50 million.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” You told him. “I have just the thing.”

“Okay, Toms in the bathroom but he’s coming back any second. This has been the most requested one by far, so I’m gonna do it.” You smiled nervously. “This is the “kissing my best friend” challenge.”

Your hands shook as you set your phone up on the nightstand just as Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Come here.” You pulled Tom by the hand until he was next to you on the bed. “I wanna show you this song.”

Your thighs and shoulders were brushing as Electric Love played, a small smile resting on Toms lips as he listened to it.

“This is a nice song.” Tom said softly as he turned to you. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I really like it.” You mumbled as you pulled his face to yours and kissed him. Toms eyes widened in surprise before fluttering shut. He kissed you back eagerly, placing his hands over yours to keep you close. He pulled away after a moment and rested his forehead against yours, sighing happily as the music stopped.

“Did you actually want to kiss me or was that for a video?” He asked suddenly.

“Both.” You giggled before kissing him again. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now. Tik tok just gave me a perfect opportunity.”

“So that was real?” He asked hopefully. “That wasn’t one of your pranks?”

“No.” You shook your head, your noses brushing against each other. “It was not a prank.”

“Thank god.” He sighed in relief and covered your face in kisses. “I was planning on kissing you, by the way. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Uh huh.” You humored him as you uploaded the video. “Sure you were.”

“I was.” He insisted. “I had a whole speech planned.”

“Really?” You looked at him. “Tell me your speech?”

“Something along the lines of you’re beautiful, you’re magical, and I want to be your boyfriend more than anything.” He shrugged casually. “No biggie.”

“Aw. Too bad you were too chicken to say it.” You teased.

“Shut up.” Tom laughed. “I was gonna get there.”

“Look.” You showed him your phone. “I posted that less than five minutes ago and it already went viral.”

“What did I tell you?” Tom sighed happily.

“You told me what?” You looked at him curiously. He chuckled a little and pinched your cheeks.

“It’s all because of that pretty face.”

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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Million Dollar Man | Chapter Four

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summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, discussion of previous sexual relationships with older men (big age gaps), kink talks, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), fingering, 69ing... its really dirty i hope i got it all

word count: 3.8k

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays

Chapter Four | Masterlist

Waking up beside Spencer is an absolute blessing, he is the most tender and loving man in the whole world and she’s never going to get enough of him. He snuggles so tight, he holds her just right and he’s just big enough that she fits against him like she’s always supposed to have been there.

Her alarm goes off at 10:30 and he doesn’t even budge, she struggles to get out of his grasp to turn it off before he just pulls her right back in.

“I could get used to this,” she coo’s as she relaxes back into his embrace.

He kisses the back of her neck and one of his hands cups her breast. He runs his nose along her skin as he takes it all in, “I can come back every night.”

“Okay,” she smiles at the thought. “Are you coming with me to Brookfield today?”

He hums, “I have something to pick up first but I’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Do you want to meet Craig?” She asks nervously, knowing he knows.

“I’m not sure,” he’s honest. “It’s weird thinking he’s slept with you and he has a thing for my mother.”

“As weird as it was, I don’t regret it, he was really lonely after Patsy died and hadn’t slept with anyone in years,” she explains it again to him, it’s easier than the first time.

“I’m not judging you,” he whispers before kissing her again.

“I know,” she rolls over while still in his grip, pressing her chest against his and kissing him quickly before remembering her own rule, “pretend it’s still dark out.”

He laughs, “was he at least good to you?”

“Are you really asking me if the old man I fucked was good in bed?” She rolls her eyes with a laugh, “it was fine, I was used to just laying there and taking it back then.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes for her past experiences knowing he can change them and that she's content with them, “can I make it up to you?”

“It's not my birthday,” she teases him once more.

“Then why are you in your birthday suit?” He kisses her neck as her back arches, giving him the access to do whatever he pleased.

This was her favourite part of sleeping with him, he was handsy and he kissed everywhere. He was so tentative, he was gentile and sensual and she loved him. The way he kissed her body, his hands on her back as she arched, grinding against him as his leg slipped between hers.

“Daddy?” She’s already breathless as she anticipates whatever he’s going to do to her.

He hums, “what baby?”

“Can we try something?” She looks at him with puppy dog eyes, wanting more of him and knowing exactly how to get it.

“What?” He looks from her eyes to her lips and back.

She smirks, “lay back?”

He does as she asks and she makes a quick move to straddle him, reverse cowgirl, and it makes him gasp. He hooks his arms under her legs and pulls her hips towards his face as she grips his cock at the base.

She’s never done this before, excited to finally experience her two favourite things at once, with her favourite person. Taking him in one go down her throat as far as she can, he moans against her thigh as he works his way towards her dripping core.

He pulls her in closer, burying his tongue inside of her as she swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, stroking what doesn’t fit in her mouth. She moans around him as he sucks her clit into his mouth. When he slides a finger into her, she gasps as she runs her tongue along the shaft, “more please, daddy?”

He adds a second finger and curls it with each thrust, she strokes him in time with his fingers rubbing her tongue on the slit, pushing him closer and closer and closer until he’s moaning into her cunt as he finger fucks her relentlessly.

She cums on his face with a quake, her whole body shaking as she sucks one of his balls into her mouth and keeps jerking him. He cums over her hand then, finally releasing her clit from his mouth, they both sigh as they come down from their highs.

She rolls off him, feet on her pillow and hand cupping her own breast as she tries to catch her breath, “yeah, I can get used to waking up next to you.”

—

“Bullshit!”

Y/N reaches for the apparent 3 4’s that Craig dropped in the pile, filling them to see he was indeed truthful and handing them to Diana. “You’re slacking today.”

“I do so much better when I don’t know who he is,” Diana smirks as she takes the cards.

“Speaking of,” she smiles to herself as she looks through her own cards, “your son, Spencer, is coming to see you today.”

“How do you know that?”

“I might be dating Spencer,” she scrunches her face in anticipation of her reaction.

“Really?”

She nods, a smile building on her face as she starts to feel a bit flustered, “yeah, I met him last year and we’ve been friends for a while but it’s getting serious, so I thought I’d tell you.”

She’s quiet as she thinks about it and Y/N’s anxiety goes to full blast, “I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” Diana asks.

“For not telling you and pretending I don’t know him,” she's quick with her response. “He knows we know each other from your notes but we didn’t talk about it until last night, I feel so bad keeping that from you but I've known him the whole time.”

“I was going to introduce you to each other in the hopes you would take care of him, you’re wonderful and he needs someone who he doesn’t have to look after. I’ve thought you would be good for him for quite a while actually,” Diana compliments her with a smile. “Try calling bullshit on that.”

It makes her laugh, leaning over into Diana’s space as she wrapped her arms around Y/N, “well as good as I am to him, he’s even better to me.”

Holding Diana was nice, she missed her moms so much that it was a good substitute until she saw her own again.

“How did you meet?”

Y/N pulls back with a stutter, “uh, well we met online actually and he took me to dinner and we got to talking and we’ve been really good friends for a while, he uh, he’s the reason I’m getting my book published.”

“Really?” She blinks a few times the way Spencer does when he tries to absorb information.

She wasn’t dumb, she knew her son had money and he was a lot older than her and that meeting on the internet isn’t as innocent as it sounds.

“He’s my best friend.”

She smiles again, “that’s the key to a successful relationship.”

Craig was quiet the whole time, staring at his cards and drinking his water while they talked. “For what it’s worth,” he adds, “I think he’s lucky to have you, you’re a good woman.”

Y/N’s so busy looking at Craig with a smile that she doesn’t notice Spencer walk-in or the way Diana gleams at him. He walks up behind her and rests his chin on her shoulder, “Hey, pretty woman.”

She jumps slightly before laughing, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek quickly, “hey mom,” he makes his way from Y/N to Diana.

Hugging her quickly before coming to sit beside Y/N again, he notices Craig too and waves, “nice to meet you as well, sir.”

She analyzes his face as he looks at Craig, worried that he’s going to go full alpha male and start a fight or something crazy like her old boyfriends would. But he smiles and he’s calm, he holds her hand and they play another few rounds of cards and it's like they’ve all been friends for years.

Visiting hours are about to come to an end when Spencer finally brings it up, “how would you feel if I moved to LA for a little while?”

She’s really confused, “are you getting a transfer at work?”

“No, Y/N has a job offer and I’d like to go with her,” he’s honest with his mom, it’s easier than with anyone else. “I’ll travel here whenever you need me, and once a week just to say hello.”

“Or I can finally go back to Vegas,” she says it like she’s been thinking about it for a while. “I miss my friends and my sister, Spencer.”

“And I’m thinking about moving there as well so my pneumonia isn’t as bad this winter,” Craig adds, sitting closer to Diana than before and taking her hand.

Spencer looks very uncomfortable and Y/N can feel it radiating off him, “my moms are also in Vegas, it would be nice for all of you to be close.”

“I think that would be nice,” Spencer agrees, “and then we can just take a short trip to Vegas once a week to visit with you.”

“That would be lovely,” Diana smiles, “even on my bad days I don’t forget who Craig is to me, I know he’s my best friend in here and I’m really glad you’re comfortable with this.”

Spencer smiles, it’s awkward for him to know everything that he knows, and by the way Craig looks at him, he knows Spencer knows.

“Please, just take care of her,” is all Spencer has to say to him. “I’ve already been to prison once.”

“Spencer,” Diana scolds him while trying not to laugh at the absurdity.

“I’m kidding,” he smiles, “I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“It’s only taken us 30 years,” she reaches out a hand for Spencers, “but we did it.”

It’s a beautiful moment that Y/N gets to witness, she holds a hand to her heart as Spencer wraps his arms around his mom. She was doing amazing, she was happy and even happier that Spencer was happy.

“We did it,” Spencer agrees, holding her close, always a mama’s boy at heart.

—

They stop at his apartment on the way home, he needed some things for the next 2 days and his suitcase for this weekend. His apartment was always so dark and cold, the green was beautiful but it was far too sad. It didn’t feel like Spencer, it didn’t have his energy or personality, it was just a few walls and a bunch of books.

She sits on his couch and touches her necklace, remembering when he gave it to her and how she thanked him. He was rummaging around in his room without her, leaving her with time to just think about sucking him off on this couch, being between his legs, the feeling of him in her mouth, knowing she already had him this morning but she still wants him again.

She gets up from her seat and walks into his bedroom, pushing him up against the wall, he’s a little startled but he smirks, “what?”

“Is there a word for ravenous for dick?” She teases.

“Horny,” he responds with a giggle, “ovulating? Frustrated, deprived, desperate... slut.”

“I like the last 2 together.”

“What else do you like?” He whispers as she leans in to brush their noses together, “we’ve never discussed your needs, you’ve always just asked about mine, but this isn’t all about me.”

“It was when you were paying me,” she rationalizes, “I’m pretty basic, I’ll try anything once.”

“But what do you like the most?”

“You,” she’s honest. “How big you are for one, the fact you can just throw me around like a rag doll if you wanted… I like your hands, and your mouth and I like how you talk, I like how sweet you are, I like how we could do the dirtiest fucking things in the whole world with each other. I like that we could do the roughest, kinkiest and most intense scenes and yet I’m completely safe with you.”

He swallows and his Adam's apple bobs right in her view, she can’t help herself from kissing his neck, licking along the pulse point before sucking a deep purple mark into his skin, “what do you like besides me?”

“Praise,” she whispers.

“Good girl.”

“Mild degradation,” she kisses his neck again and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Spanking, raw missionary and messy kisses,” every new thing comes with a kiss as her hands reach down to palm him through his slacks, “pleasing my partner, knowing you get off to me, watching, being watched, belonging to you.”

He takes her chin in his hands and makes her look up at him, “in what sense?”

“Mark me, claim me, breed me,” she whispers and his eyes darken, she swears there is a growl that leaves his throat.

“I want everyone to know I’m yours, show everyone who I belong to, let everyone know only you can please me and show them that no one is better for me than my daddy.”

“You’re evil saying all this knowing I'm not going to fuck you yet,” his voice has never been this low, his eyes are black and the grip he has on her is so tight it makes her gasp.

“You asked,” she smirks, “and if you expect me to be an obedient little submissive, you’re very wrong. "

He gulps and the mood changes very quickly.

"I’m a brat and I’m a switch, and I have more control here than you do.” She tightens her grip around his cock and he whimpers, “that’s what I thought.”

She undoes his button and takes him out, licking her palm while making eye contact with him, she then wraps her hand around him and pumps up and down his shaft. Gathering his precum that’s collected from simply listening to her, his hand on her chin had made its way into her hair and his other grips her hip tighter than ever before.

“I want to fuck all day long,” she whispers, leaning in more and brushing her bottom lip against his, “I want you to come and find me when you’re bored and just bend me over and take me, I want to just sit on your lap while to read and ride you, I want to fall asleep with you deep inside me and wake up full of your cum.”

He tosses his head back against the wall, groaning as she slows her movements. She drags her hand up, squeezing at the head as he thrusts back into her hand, all she can think about is how good it’s going to be when he’s pushing inside of her, not just in her fist.

“Does it feel good, daddy?” She teases him again, “are you thinking about my tight little pussy? Hmm?”

“Gonna cum,” he whispers.

“I don’t think that's how you ask.”

His hips sputter as he fucks her hand, “please, mommy?”

It’s so unexpectedly hot she clenches around nothing, aching for him with how horny she is, she drops to the floor, wrapping her mouth around the head, he cums within seconds. She pumps every last drop onto her tongue before standing and connecting their mouths once more, swapping his cum back into his own mouth, but he doesn’t swallow.

He simply picks her up and tosses her onto the bed, pulling her jeans and panties down and off one leg to expose her dripping pussy. He lifts her hips and spreads her open, running a finger over her clit before spitting his own cum into her.

It’s such a sight, she gasps at the feeling. It’s so hot and wet and then he’s pushing it in with two fingers and fucking them into her. Rubbing her clit at the same time, she cums by surprise, it’s so intense all she can do is grip her breasts and wrap her legs around him for support. She trembles, moaning and whining as he keeps going, curling his fingers just right to rub her g-spot and keep the sensation roaring as long as she lets him.

She lives in the feeling as long as possible before it starts to get to be too much, “okay,” she’s breathless and exhausted, lying there with her eyes closed when he pulls his fingers out of her, falling asleep from how relaxed her whole body is.

—

Spencer was in her bathroom brushing his teeth for the night while she slipped into her PJs.

She felt giddy, like a kid on Christmas Eve, thinking about how exciting tomorrow would be that the prospect of sleeping seemed almost impossible. She couldn’t wait to hold him and snuggle him and feel the way he kisses her shoulder when he rolls over. She loves him so much that sleeping beside him is almost more important to her than anything else they do together.

Because when he sleeps, his guard is down. When he sleeps beside someone, it’s because he’s truly and fully safe with them. He’s told her about all the people he’s slept with, how many of them didn’t stay the night and how many he’s walked out on. She knows he’s not a fan of sleepovers from his childhood and he’s never been in a long-term relationship to even consider sharing a bed with someone before her.

In the beginning, he didn’t want to sleep beside her because he knew he’d catch feelings, she understood and so they bought a pull-out couch for her apartment. He would sleep in her living room and she would lay awake in her bed thinking about how much better it would be if she could cuddle with him until she drifted off to sleep.

She crawls into her bed and watches the bathroom door as she rubs hand lotion into her skin, hoping he actually comes back to her like he promised and doesn’t retreat to the living room. She smiles at him when the door opens and his sight goes right to her wrists as she smoothes the lotion over her skin.

“I forgot to give you your present today,” he gasps and rushes to his suit jacket in the closet.

He comes back to bed with another box, “how much jewellery are you going to buy me?”

“Two more of the gifts are jewellery,” he smiles as he opens the box for her.

It’s a silver bracelet with diamonds and Rubys in a heart shape, like the necklace in pretty woman turned into a bracelet. It’s so pretty she doesn’t know how to react, “you’re crazy, you know that?”

He nods with a smile, “crazy for you.”

“Don’t,” she raises her brows with her pointer finger raised, shushing him. “You know what being all lovey-dovey does to me, and I'm tired.”

It makes him laugh, “I’m just going to leave this on the dresser.”

She takes it from him and stops him from getting up, “no, I’ll just leave it on here, just get into bed, please?” She moves it to her night table and pulls the sheets back so he can get into bed with her. She turns off the lamp on her night table and watches him lay back on his side of the bed.

She snuggles into his chest and places her face in the crook of his neck. Holding him as close as humanly possible, he smells like home and safety.

“I love you so much, Spencer,” she whispers it, feeling very needy and emotional and she has no idea why.

He simply kisses the top of her head while soothing his hand over her back, “I love you just as much, Y/N.”

It was rare for them to use each other's real names, so much of their time together was spent in silence but when it wasn’t, they referred to each other with a long list of different pet names. It made it less personal, it kept their real lives separate and created a world where they just existed with each other.

A world where he wasn’t Spencer Reid with 3 PH.D.s, a drug problem and a sick mother. When he was with her he was just a guy who liked to explore. He was her buddy who took her to museums and concerts, he was her daddy who held her hand when they walked to the park together to play chess, he was her sweetheart on nights when he cried and needed some love.

Tonight he’s just Spencer.

He’s everything he’s been before and nothing like his old self all at the same time. He’s constantly having a breakthrough, he’s broken through ceilings of grief and trauma, grown past the names he’s been called and adjusted to the fact this is how his life is and he's not as evil as he thinks he is.

He’s happy and content. He’s so much different now than how he was when she met him and while he likes to thank her for that, he always had the power to get here. It was a long road to recovery, he just happened upon her on the path and brought her along for the journey and now she’s never going to leave him.

“Are you crying?” He asks, bringing her back to reality to notice that yes, she is indeed crying.

She nods and sniffles, wiping her tears with his t-shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“Hey,” he pets her hair and waits for her to look up at him. “What do you say when I apologize for crying?”

“Don’t apologize, your feelings are important to feel so you can move past them,” she whispers the mantra her parents raised her on, something that really helped him.

“I'm not crying because I’m hurting,” she whispers. “I’m crying because you’re not anymore.”

“What?”

She realizes it comes out weird, “I’m proud of you, and I’m happy that I get to love you now.”

“How long have you loved me?” There’s a small sadness in his voice like he wishes he could have moved faster for her.

“Since you told me you’d help me get my book published just for going to museums with you,” she whispers, “because you saw me as talented and worthy of greatness and you wanted to help me succeed instead of wanting to pay me to suck your dick in a more legal way.”

“I was in it for a friend,” he’s said it before, “it was easier to pay someone to hang out with me than stumble across someone who would understand me this well.”

“I can’t imagine you just going to a park and striking up conversations with someone,” she laughs, “I think it was just meant to happen like this.”

He sighs, “I’d do it again.”

“What?” She’s too tired and sad to follow his train of thought.

“I’d go through all the pain and trauma again, exactly the same way if it brings me right back here. Right to you.”

She pulls back from his neck and connects her lips to his faster than ever before, kissing him deeply as she cries again.

“I love you,” she whispers against his lips between kisses, he whispers it right back.

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sweetyyhippyy · 4 years ago

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Late Arrival. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif)

Summary: Spencer is coming back home after an out of state case runs long. You fall asleep waiting for him, and when he finally does come home, he sees your outfit and there is no way he can’t wake you up for a proper homecoming.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

TW: Brief mentions of masturbation (male and female), sleepy sex?? (I don’t know how to refer to it), calling Spencer daddy (duh), fingering, reader trying to be dom and Spencer teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of praise kink.

Word Count: 3.2k

A.N: I saw @fics4arainyday put that she wanted someone to write this concept, so i did! I hope you like it! Also, I’m bad at ending fics so 😬... sorry!

link for lingerie I refer to: x

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It had been 3 agonizingly slow weeks since your fiancé had been home.

Being engaged to an FBI profiler wasn’t always easy. The days, even weeks being apart, Spencer coming home at all hours of the night too exhausted to stay awake and spend time with you, missing birthdays, holidays, anniversaries being states away on those occasions.

But in all honesty, you still wouldn’t have it any other way.

Nobody else could make you laugh the way Spencer did. Nobody else could make you think the way Spencer did. Nobody could lovingly annoy the crap out of you the way Spencer did. And most importantly, nobody could fuck you the way Spencer did.

He has been gone for 3 weeks, but the week before he left, there wasn’t a lot of sexy time going on since you were busy with your own job. It was the occasional quickie before having to rush getting ready for work in the morning, a quick mutual masturbation session on a lazy weekend, but no real “wake the neighbors” fuck that you were so desperately craving. Keeping a healthy sex life was important to both of you.

So when you got the call from Spencer that the case was finally over and he would be coming home that same night, you knew it was go time.

You didn’t have much self control when it came to online shopping when Spencer was gone, what else were you supposed to do? The goldfish you two had as a pet wasn’t much company.

So you had treated yourself to a few new pairs of lingerie. Spencer was going to love all of them, but there was one in particular that you knew he was going to lose his mind over. It was baby blue see through with a floral pattern throughout the slip. It left very little to the imagination but that was your favorite part about it. Technically you were supposed to wear some sort of underwear but the slip looked better without it.

You took a hot deep shower and pampered yourself a few hours before you knew he was going to be home, that way you were nice and relaxed and ready for his arrival. You kept your hair simple since Spencer would be pulling at it all night. But you did put some makeup on just to enhance Spencer’s favorite part of your face, your eyes.

The mood of the room was set; the bed was perfectly made, the candle you had given Spencer for a “just because present” called “Bookstore” smelling like mahogany, leather, and coffee; lit on the bedside table. It was meant for him but you enjoyed it much more than him. All that was missing was Spencer.

You looked at the time on your phone, only 10 more minutes before Spencer was due home. You lay on your side of the bed, flipping through tv channels to find something to watch to occupy your time.

***

Spencer turns the key to turn the car off, he drops his hands from the steering wheel into his lap, letting out a deep sigh. He could have been home over 3 hours ago but the jet back home was having engine issues, so the team had to fly through a regular airport… which meant waiting for a flight.

The case wasn’t particularly a rough one emotionally, it was just long. Spencer missed you like crazy within the first few days of being away. Late night phone calls weren’t the same as physically being with you.

Spencer grabbed his satchel, leaving the rest of his baggage to lug up to the house until tomorrow when he had enough rest. As he’s walking up the driveway he can see the light on from the kitchen, signaling you were awake and waiting on him. He knew how much you hated waiting, so by now he knew you were seething with rage. There was about to be a lot of apologizing he was going to have to do. Spencer unlocks the front door, dropping his bag next to the front door and kicking his shoes off right next to it.

“Babe?” Spencer calls out, removing his jacket and hanging it up on the back of the couch. He listens for an answer, but all he hears is the slight murmur of the tv from your bedroom.

Spencer begins to unbutton his shirt as he walks down the hallway to the blue hue of the tv shadowing onto the floor. He steps into the room, spotting you curled up on top of the comforter fast asleep. Before he could appreciate how adorable you looked, softly snoring, he noticed the little outfit you were wearing. You laid there on your belly, one leg straight while the other bent up on the pillow next to you.

He scans your body through the see through fabric, spotting the lack of underwear on your lower half while your butt was fully exposed to him. You were practically a step away from being naked. He quietly walks over to the bed and touches the hem of the slip and carefully hikes it up your butt, not earning a reaction from you.

Spencer quickly sheds his shirt off and throwing it off to the corner of the room along with his dark slacks, kicking them off quickly. Spencer carefully climbs into the bed behind you, laying on his side and palming himself through his boxers to get himself hard, which really didn’t take much as his eyes rake over your body and his imagination runs wild about all the things he was about to do to you. He hisses as he strokes himself harshly, his cock growing harder every second.

Your body shifts next to him, a low grumble coming from your mouth as you shift in bed onto your side, your ass now completely facing him.

Spencer’s eyes widen seeing you move, he didn’t want to get caught stroking himself less than a few inches from where he wanted to be. He finally scoots closer to your body, resting his hands on your bare hip, your skin a little cold from the lack of bed sheet or clothing on you. He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly slipping in between your folds, not yet sliding in. He rubs the tip of his cock up and down you, finding you were already a bit wet.

Your whole body jumps a loud gasp filling the room which makes Spencer pull himself back. Your head turns quickly behind you to look at Spencer, a little glimmer of fear in your eyes. “What the fuck?” You whisper yell at him.

“I’m home. And I see you left a present for me.” He says, whispering in your ear. “Is this okay?” He asks, his hand moving down your thigh and lifting it slightly for easier access.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty annoyed you were so late. I’m kind of not in the mood anymore.” Your voice was laced with sarcasm as you cocked your eyebrow at Spencer.

He licks his lips, a smirk on his face appearing as he picks up on the little game you’re playing with him. “No? Well I think I have some apologizing to do.” Spencer says, moving the strap of your outfit out of his way, kissing up your shoulder and over to your neck.

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his soft lips pecking at your skin, a low hum coming from deep within your chest.

“You know I missed my girl so much while I was gone.” He says, his hand traveling up the underside of your outfit all the way up your stomach and up to your breasts, kneading one in his large hands as he spoke in your ear. “I missed waking up to you.” Kiss. “Seeing your beautiful face.” Kiss. “Hearing those sexy moans about how good daddy makes you feel when I’m touching you.” Kiss. “And how wet you get without me even trying.” Kiss.

You were putty in his hands, the game of trying to be tough was no longer working, and Spencer was fully aware of it.

His hand leaves your breast and goes back down to between your legs, his fingers running over your inner thighs, intentionally skipping over your core.

You whine as his fingers tickle you, scooting your body back against him. “Spence.” You pathetically whine, taking his hand and leading it to your throbbing middle. You keep your hand on top of his as you feel him play with your slit, feeling all the wetness that was seeping out of you.

“You want me to touch you?” He asks, kissing the spot below your ear.

“Please, baby?” You beg, turning your torso enough to look at him, pouting your bottom lip out ever so slightly.

His fingers part your lips, finding your bud immediately and slowly drawing lazy circles around it. Your body reacts immediately, relaxing against his body as he massages you. Your hand moves back to tangle in his hair, pushing his head closer to yours, your lips meeting for the first time in 3 weeks. His fingers continue to work their magic, as you two heavily make out with one another; his tongue slipping into your mouth and yours into his.

Your body quivers as Spencer drops his fingers down to the pool of wetness between your legs, two of his fingers slipping inside.

You pull back from the kiss, gasping loudly. “Fuck.” Your eyes flicker to his face, your mouth agape.

“It amazes me how tight you are. I’ve been with you for almost 6 years and it’s always so amazing.”

You moan in response, not being able to form words at the moment.

The room is filled with the sounds of the wetness Spencer is drawing out of you and your breathy moans. Your high was coming quicker than anticipated, Spencer could feel it in your body and could see it in your face.

You cling onto his forearm, keeping him in place. Spencer liked to play games like denying you of your orgasms, but you weren’t going to let him this time. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you fought to keep them open but you were far too overstimulated at this point. The knot came undone as you clenched around his fingers, a string of curse words and desperate moans fall from your mouth as you ride your high out.

“That’s it. Good girl.” Spencer coos, still slowly drawing what you have left out as you try to regain your breath. He kisses your cheek and moves his fingers out of you carefully. “Do you want to taste?” He questions.

You roll over onto your back, nodding your head and grabbing his hand, bringing it up to your lips, and letting him slip his middle and ring finger in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, sucking on them harshly.

Spencer looks at you in admiration as you look up at him with innocence in your eyes. “I love that I’m the only person that knows how much of a dirty girl you are.”

You open your mouth to let his fingers free, smiling at him. “And I like that I can be your dirty girl.” You say, wrapping your fingers in his curls and bringing his head down to kiss him. “Come here, I want to give you your welcome home celebration.” You say, moving him off of you.

“Normally I’m all for that, but I need to be in you. I’m not going to last long if you use your mouth.”

You sit up on the bed and get up onto your knees, pulling Spencer up to sit up too. You straddle his lap, cupping his face in your hands, rubbing both of your thumbs on his cheek, feeling a bit of stubble in his face. “You look tired, my love.”

Spencer smiles, wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest. “Not too tired to finish.”

You laugh, kissing him softly. “No? You can go all night? Multiple times?” You teasingly question.

“We can test that theory tomorrow. But right now, we have 3 weeks worth of tension we need to work out.”

“Can I ride you?” You ask.

“Be my guest. I like the view.” He smirks, laying back down against the mattress, his hands gripping both of your thighs.

You get into position, holding his cock steady while you lower yourself down slowly.

Spencer rolls his head back on the pillow, grunting loudly as he feels your tightness around himself. His hands move up your thighs and under your outfit to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You rest your hands on his chest to keep balance, slowly starting to rock your hips against him. Your eyes stay glued to him, watching how his lips were parted and light moans were falling from him. “Do you like that?”

Spencer nods his head, his eyes focusing on your chest bouncing up and down in rhythm of your movements on him. He was trying to focus on anything else in the world to prevent himself from cumming too early.

“Tsk, tsk… words baby.” You tease, scratching his chest with your nails. “You never don’t know what to say.”

“It’s cute when you try to be the one in control.”

“I know I’m cute. You tell me quite often.” You retort with a wide grin.

Your comment earns a laugh from him, playfully rolling his eyes at you. Spencer begins to buck his hips up quickly, taking you by surprise. His fingers move the straps down your shoulders, helping you move your arms out of the straps as you continue to move on top of him. He moves the top half of your outfit down under your chest, his hands like magnets and begins massaging your breasts.

“Fuck, daddy,” You whimper, holding his forearms as he fucks into you. “That’s so good, you’re so good.”

Spencer sits up, letting you take control again. His thumb finds your clit, starting to rub it slowly, his soft brown eyes watching you melt into his touch.

Your eyes roll into the back of your skull, small whimpers leaving your mouth. You lean your body forward and nuzzle your head into Spencer’s neck. You start to kiss his pale skin, raking your teeth against it.

“Mmm, fuck.” Spencer moans out, applying more pressure to your clit as he feels a small pinch on his neck. “You going to cum for me again, pretty girl?”

“Not yet.” You whine in his ear.

“I’m going to move you. I want to fuck you.” Spencer says, moving your body off of his, earning a whine from you as his cock leaves you. “Bend over for daddy.” He says, helping you lay flat on the mattress while your butt is in the air, facing him. “Mmm, you’re so pretty, my girl.” He says in a low voice, both of his hands kneading your ass.

You whine pathetically, pressing yourself against him. “Daddy, please.”

Spencer smiles, grabbing his cock and slowly sliding back inside you. “It’s cute when you try to take control, but even cuter when you’re a whiny mess.” His hand grips the back of your outfit to hold onto as he fucks you from behind. This was his absolute favorite way to have you because of how hard he could slam into you, but the reaction you gave was even better.

Your hand finds his wrist and holds onto it as he thrusts into your dripping pussy. He could feel how you were coating his cock every time he drew himself back out of you. “I love your cock.” You mutter out.

“This is your cock, baby. You take it so fucking well.” He grunts out, now struggling to keep from exploding. Anytime you fully submitted to him, he was done for.

You had such a strong personality outside of the bedroom that most people wouldn’t believe you were submissive 9 times out of 10.

“Am I your good girl for taking you so well?” You question, looking behind you to look at Spencer with innocent eyes.

His heart and cock fluttered at both your question and your eyes, you always played the innocent card so well. He grabs all of your hair in his hand and gently pulls it back toward him, making you whimper again. “You’re always a good girl for me, my love.” He responds. “Such. A. Good. Girl.” He thrusts into you harshly with each word.

You start to rub your own clit, bringing your second orgasm to the surface for the second time tonight. “You’re going to make me-fuck-me cum. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, daddy.” You were gasping as you spoke, desperate for your release.

“Cum for me, let go my girl.” Spencer says, taking over for your fingers to help bring you to your height. He rubs you quickly, trying not to lose it before you.

Finally you feel your walls clench around his cock, both of you moaning loudly. You moan Spencer’s name along with multiple curse words as he continues to rutt into your sensitive hole.

Spencer pulls out quickly, rubbing himself as he feels his own climax coming to a head.

“No, come back. Put it back in me, please.” You whine, reaching behind you to find Spencer’s cock and lead it back into you.

“You want me to cum in you? You want it inside you?” Spencer groans, seconds away from losing it.

“Please. Cum in me, Spence.” You beg, meeting his thrusts.

Spencer thrusts one last time before he spills himself inside of you, his grip on your hips squeezing as you slowly stop throwing your hips back against him. “Fuck, you’re so good.” He whispers, his eyes shutting as he feels the tip of his cock tingle.

Both of you stay in place as you try to regain your composure. You can already feel your eyes flutter closed, heavy from being tired. Spencer finally pulls out of you, making you hiss and lay flat on the bed.

“Baby, come on, we gotta go clean you up.”

“No.” You whine, closing your eyes again.

“You need to use the bathroom and clean yourself up. We have this conversation every time you’re too tired to get up. Come here, I’ll help you.”

You poke your bottom lip out into a pout as you reluctantly get out of bed, holding Spencer’s hand as you walk into your bathroom together. He helps clean the mess inside you up with a wet towel before leaving you alone to use the toilet.

Once you’re all settled, you walk back into the bedroom, finding Spencer getting the bed ready for both of you to lay down. You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him from behind tightly. Spencer happily hums, reaching behind himself to touch your arm.

“I love you.” You say, giving him a squeeze.

“And I love you.” He says, pulling you around to give you a kiss on the lips. “Do you want to sleep?”

You nod your head, climbing into bed first and getting comfortable right away as you watch Spencer slide in next to you, laying on his side to face you.

You grin ear to ear, kissing his chin. “Hi baby.”

“Hi pretty girl. You good?” He questions, lightly touching your cheek. You lean into his touch and nod. “I’m perfect.”

Spencer brings you into his chest, his fingers rubbing small circles into your shoulder. “Yeah, you are perfect.”

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Stolen - Lando Norris x Reader (Chapter Two)

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Lando’s voice, amplified by the TV speakers, echoes around the humming Red Bull garage. “I’m fine but I’ve been better. I can say that I’m not in perfect condition, I’m not gonna lie. Some work to do mentally of course. I talk about that a lot, and mental health and mental strength is very important. I’ve not been sleeping that great and so on… not ideal and I’m feeling a bit sore, but I’m not the guy in the worst position after Wembley. I’ll work on it, I’ll make sure I’m in the best shape possible, and I feel like I can still go out and focus on what I need to do, and that’s the main thing.”

Your mind races as you listen to the boy plastered across the many screens revisit his experience at Wembley. He sounds awful; something about his cadence making it even more obvious that he is really, truly shaken up. The wavering pitch, awkward pausing, fumbling for words; everything about the way he presents himself is serving as a brutal reminder that being physically unscathed is no indicator that harm was not dealt. Even as the interview moves past the topic of last week’s Euro Final, you notice the shift in demeanor and your heart aches. You worry that bringing the watch to him is a bad idea, that it could prompt unbidden memories and disquieting feelings. You understand how big of an event Silverstone is from your dad’s tangents alone, especially for an English team with an English driver, so you reevaluate whether your decision to come was selfish, one made solely to alleviate your own sentiments of guilt rather than to verily right your believed wrongdoings.

On the journey to Silverstone, your dad had made multiple attempts at lessening your stress, even opting for variations of the if he steps out of line I will put him right back in his place father speech. Unfortunately fruitless, your father’s attempts mean you remain just as anxious as when you had first discovered that you managed to obtain a stolen wristwatch.

You’re not sure whether it’s the crisp morning air or your nerves that sends chills across your flesh, but your attempt to ground yourself subtly doesn’t go unnoticed by your dad as he passes you in the garage.

“Time is ticking,” he informs you, a smirk playing on his lips. “No pun intended.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to downplay your apprehension, but your voice gives away any and all signs of the false confidence you hope to portray. “Can you do it for me?” you plead.

“I can’t just stroll on over to the McLaren garage without an invitation or proper reason, especially not a couple hours before free practice starts. It doesn’t look good.”

“It’s not like me walking in there instead would look any better,” you retort, gesturing to the Red Bull logo plastered across the chest of your black polo. “Your branding isn’t what I would call subtle.”

“Look, the McLaren team are a good sort. They’ll help you out if you just explain the issue and show them the watch. I’m sure Lando will understand too, he seems like a pretty nice bloke,” your dad reassures you.

Sighing, your eyes meet the floor, fingers intertwined with each other as you fidget incessantly. Before you can speak up in further defiance, however, an additional set of footsteps grow nearer and you freeze at the voice which speaks up.

“Christian, how much longer until our media slot?”

You lose your breath momentarily, locking your gaze onto your shoes as you wait for the person to pass by.

“About five minutes, Max,” your dad replies. “We were just about to head over.”

When you hear the footsteps grow fainter, you risk looking up, thankfully being met with only the observance of your father. You don’t even realize that you’ve tensed your body until your dad points it out.

“Relax,” he says. “He’s not going to say anything here, especially not on a race weekend.”

Nodding, you feel your shoulders ease up but you remain quiet.

“Anyways, like I said, our media briefing and interviews start soon and we’re after McLaren this weekend so they should already be back in their garage,” he says, realizing that you still appear troubled by the task ahead of you. “I promise you, everything will be fine. Just go over there and I’ll meet you back here when we’re done. The quicker you head over, the quicker you’re done with it and we can all move on." With that, your dad walks away and you reluctantly leave the Red Bull garage, adjusting your shirt as you straighten up.

You take a brief glance at your phone, turning it off after you try one last time to keep the picture of the boy imprinted in your mind. Eyes darting rapidly, you attempt to scan the paddock for anyone looking remotely like him while you make your way towards the bright orange and blue indicators of the McLaren garage.

The frequency of orange-clad individuals grows the further you stray from the safety of Red Bull’s garage, and you feel your heartbeat begin to increase. Worried that someone would stop you before you could approach the one person you had traveled all the way to Silverstone for in the first place, you quicken your pace.

You’re mere meters away when you spot him. Pushing past a few people while trying to keep your eyes trained on him, you watch as he turns around to talk briefly with the woman next to him.

Huffing, you muster up the little confidence you have and tap him on the shoulder.

His confusion is evident and the blonde woman next to him does not look pleased to have been interrupted. The silence is palpable as they stare at you, expecting an explanation for the abrupt ending of their conversation.

“Hi,” is all you can deliver. You’re at a loss for words while the woman next to him seems to lose what little patience she has with you. Everything you had rehearsed beforehand, gone. Your mind is foggy and your mouth feels dry as you try to compose yourself. “Um, can I talk to you for a second? It won’t be long, I promise.” Your voice breaks at the end and you wish you had never agreed to get on that stupid red-eye to Silverstone in the first place.

Lando offers a look of sympathy and then turns to the woman next to him. “Charlotte, could you just give us a second?”

Pursing her lips and turning on her heel, the woman walks away, heading towards the mouth of the McLaren garage. She’s far enough away that you’re out of earshot, but close enough that you feel her gaze linger as Lando turns back to face you.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he tells you with a smile. “We can take a picture if you want or I can sign some stuff for you.”

“What? No.” You shake your head, mentally slapping your palm against your forehead and forcing yourself to get a grip. Idiot. “Fuck, sorry, that sounded so rude! It’s just-” you rush to explain.

“Oh no, it’s okay!” he stammers. “I should’ve guessed from the Red Bull shirt anway.”

You both share an awkward laugh before you compose yourself and reach a shaky hand into your bag.

“This is going to sound so weird, but I was online shopping for a new watch the other day because I lost mine, and I’m pretty sure I bought the one that was stolen from you. I didn’t know anything about it, I swear. I just...well, here,” you say, offering the watch and its temporary box to Lando.

He looks at you, taking the box only to go wide-eyed at the contents inside.

“I have all the information that I was able to get, but the ad was taken off of eBay and I really wanted to do the right thing and give it back to you. Please don’t be mad.”

“What the hell?!” he exclaims, earning a few looks from people passing by and catching Charlotte’s attention once more. “Sorry, sorry. How did you get this?”

Amused, you laugh quietly while he studies the watch intently. “That was my dad’s reaction too. Basically there was a listing for it on eBay and it was sort of an impulse buy,” you explain. “I didn’t see the news coverage of what happened until afterwards and I felt awful. I’m really sorry you had to go through that, I genuinely had no idea.”

Shrugging, he plays it off. “Nothing I can’t handle.” It’s hard to miss his sudden change in attitude from the interview you watched moments ago and you can’t help but wonder whether he has your or the watch’s presence to thank.

There is a brief moment of silence between you both before he continues. “How much did you pay for it?”

“It was so cheap, honestly,” you say. “Nothing compared to the original price, I’m sure.”

Charlotte, alerted by Lando’s attention-grabbing reaction to being reunited by his watch, returns to where the two of you are standing. “Oh wow, did you find a replacement watch for him?” she asks you, clearly impressed by the apparent likeness.

“No, Charlotte”, he corrects her. “It’s my one. Look.” He hands the watch to his PR manager, who receives it so gently you think she’s afraid it might shatter in her hands. Flipping the watch between her fingers, she studies the small engraving on the underside of the face.

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

Lando nods. “It’s the exact date it was given to me, there’s no way anyone else could know that and make a copy of it.”

You feel the need to justify yourself to her. “It was listed online and I bought it before I knew anything about the situation. I didn’t even really know who Lando was until I saw what happened on the news, I swear.” You anticipate her anger or disapproval, preparing yourself to withstand the lecture you’re about to receive and mentally promising that, as soon as it’s over, you can run back to your dad and tell him you just want to go home.

But it doesn’t come.

“I can’t believe it!” she exclaims. “We all thought we’d never see it again and you found it on accident.” The smile she gives you sets your mind at ease. “Technically, this is a police matter now, so I’ll have to hand it over to the right people, but this helps us tremendously. Did you get any information about the seller?”

You explain the situation to her, about how the listing was taken offline but you have a printout of the messages and address the seller gave you, which you hand her from your bag. She lets you know that someone may get in touch soon to ask questions but not to worry, that it’s only a formality. Eventually, she asks if you’d like to watch free practice from a spot in the mobile hospitality unit, but you politely decline, explaining that you needed to get back to your dad in the Red Bull garage instead.

Charlotte smiles fondly at Lando and presses the brim of his cap down over his eyes. “Come on, you, we have to go and get ready now anyway.”

He takes off his hat, cheeks flushing as he makes an effort to quickly brush the curls lining his forehead, placing it back on and dismissing Charlotte with a wave of his hand. “Okay, just give me a minute.”

Once the two of you are alone, he pulls out his phone. “Do you have Venmo? I’ll pay you back, it’s not fair that you had to waste your money.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.”

Lando seems unconvinced. “It’s really not a problem.”

“Seriously, it’s all good.”

“Well,” he continues awkwardly. “I have to go, but are you here for the whole weekend or...?”

You shake your head. “Just today. I’m not into Formula 1, I find it a little bit boring.”

“Seriously?! The fastest cars in the world and you’re calling it boring? Why even come to something like Silverstone if it’s so boring?” he feigns offense, doing air quotes as he imitates your apparent disdain for the sport.

Laughing quietly, you shrug. “I have family at Red Bull, so it was basically just luck and convenience that you were in the U.K. this weekend,” you clarify. “I don’t really understand Formula 1, that’s all.”

“Fair enough, it’s not for everyone I suppose,” Lando replies. “So who in your family works at Red–” The end of his question is drowned out by the sound of his name called by an evidently disgruntled, impatient engineer.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, I’ve really gotta go, but, um,” he exhales with a nervous laugh. “I still feel like I need to repay you in some way. Do you want to go get a drink after the race on Sunday? I’m busy for the next few days but Sunday night I’ll be free. Only if you want to, of course, I don’t want to, like, pressure you or anything.”

You laugh, appreciative that the nervousness was shared. “That– Yeah, that sounds fine. I’ll give you my number.”

He types your details into his phone before apologizing once more, thanking you again, and rushing off into the garage.

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On Sunday, you let your dad believe he’s the one who convinced you to stay for the entire race weekend, but it’s the promise of Lando’s company later that night and the endearing text messages on your phone that prompts the desire to see this weekend through. You had spent the previous nights on your phone, going through driver and team Instagram accounts, as well as the F1 website, to get an idea of what to expect. Typically, it would pain you to look through motorsport news pages, especially with so many of the reports centering around Max and his vie for the championship as of late, but you manage.

You notice almost immediately while settling into your spot at the back of the garage that the energy does not match your own. You are enthusiastic and eager, while the rest of the team is stressed and rushes around you. Presumably, it’s because race day impacts their livelihoods and paycheks whereas it only dictates your family’s dinner topics, but, nevertheless, your excitement refuses to simmer.

Unfortunately, if it was weird for you to be seen at the McLaren garage before the first free practice, it would be infinitely more suspicious for you to be lingering around on race day, so you were not able to catch Lando at all since your initial meeting on Friday. However, you made sure to message him good luck beforehand, to which he thanked you and expressed excitement for your upcoming night.

“If you need anything, just ask. I’ll be on the pitwall,” your dad says, snapping you out of your whirring mind. He notices your obscure behavior, quick to comment on it. “Is it weird? Being here after so long?”

You nod, shrugging. “Unusual, for sure. So much has changed since the last time I came and watched, but I’m excited, though.”

“Well, it’s always good to have you here.”

Reciprocating your dad’s grin, you silently send him on his way. He exits quickly and leaves you to your own devices. Though, your own devices look to consist of impatiently waiting for the race to start and scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Ironically, your boredom with pre-race antics appears to create quite the dichotomy against the chaos exuding from the garage you find yourself encompassed in.

Regardless, your attention is regained when frequent cuts are made to the drivers in their cars, and you recognise that the race will be starting soon. You are temporarily startled when the cars begin moving without hearing an official announcement, but quickly realisee that it is merely a formation lap and no one else around you seems to be paying all too much mind to it.

When the cars return to their positions on the grid, you watch eagerly as the lights flash and the announcers begin yelling. You keep your eyes trained on the orange car towards the front of the grid, watching Lando so intently that you almost miss what happens to the cars in front of him.

Your eyes go wide as you watch the events unfold: the Red Bull car out front collides with what you identify as a Mercedes, spinning and slamming into the barrier. Gasps chorus across the garage as the screens replay slowed clips of the crash as an announcement states that the safety car has been deployed. They replay it from every conceivable angle, your astonishment at the severity is present upon your first viewing, but it’s only after the sixth clip that it clicks in your head that the person in the car is Max.

“For the second time this season, Hamilton and Verstappen clash and tangle on the opening lap, but, this time, it is ending in dramatic consequences for the championship leader.”

If you had perceived the pre-race behavior in the garage as chaotic, this was a whole new level of absurdity.

People rush around you while orders are shouted and frustrations are verbalised.

Your dad is angry.

The last time you recall him behaving like this was when your younger sister had broken the wine glasses he had bought for your mother on their honeymoon. You, however, ignore his yelling and remain encapsulated by the TV, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the events unfolding finally, finally register in your brain.

Car number 33 is in the wall and out of the race, and your ex-boyfriend is inside, silent and unmoving.

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