#STILL going with low expectatives :3
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If bees happens or not, here is a
bumbleby "Besito" đ
anyway time to sleep its almost 2 am AGAIN
#phuezo art#rwby#bumbleby#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#is not a spoiler since the episode hasnt aired YET#STILL going with low expectatives :3#ok now its an spoiler#rwby spoilers#rwby spoiler#rwby v9 spoiler
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i love your fics and the ideas you describe for the ask games. i'm especially fond of your takes on the rarer pairings and i always smile when i see your posts in the ship tags <3
and don't stress too much about not posting anything, real life is important and participating in fandom should be fun, not something you have to force yourself to do. god knows fandom burnout is real, especially if you feel like people are expecting something from you. just keep doing what makes you happy :)
ghgfhgjhkjhjhg this was so sweet, thank you so much! i *love* talking about rarer rarepairs, especially if it gets other people to ship them too. the popular ships are fun and all, but i truly love spreading rarepair propaganda.
that's very reassuring, thank you <3 i've loved everything i posted here so far and have not felt pushed to post anything i haven't enjoyed, but sometimes i forget i can like. use this blog for whatever i want and not *just* headcanons/fics/mets/etc lol. and i also forget i don't have to rush myself. it's annoying to want to write and either not have time or not have the words work. i used to run a fandom blog in my teens that got very large and felt like a chore and i was so stressed about the need to perform and the numbers and all of that. like if a fic didn't do well i saw it as a personal failing and forced myself to write popular headcanons just for the numbers game. was not fun or sustainable in the long run and i think it contributed to me no longer having any taste for the ship i primarily wrote for. so for too long i treated existing in fandom like a job lol. i've mostly gotten it through to myself that this is a space for me, but i occasionally forget when i'm so caught up in all the things i want to get to for this blog. my to-write list is a mile long and i need to be bonked with a paper towel roll, i think. so it's very kind of you to say this bc the reminder is nice <3
#necrotic answerings#kindly praise#this was *so* sweet anon wtf#i'm not naming the blog i used to run#yes it still exists#and it's not hard to find if you really hunt my digital footprint tbh. i don't hide my main blog#both this blog and that blog are mentioned on my main so you could find it if you looked i'm not hiding it just also not advertising it#at my height i had about 4k followers over there#which in tumblr numbers for the ship i was writing felt like a lot to 15 yr old me#overall enjoyed it but *man*. it did get rough trying to game the system#bc generally even now when i'm writing a fic i *know* how it's going to preform#i've been surprised a couple times but typically#the combining factors of the ship's popularity and the concept's appeal to popular headcanon make it easy for me to parse out#and tbh it doesn't bother me anymore. like i know if i write say timcass or jeantim#it will not preform like jaytim will#and i'm okay with that#i write timcass bc *i* want to write timcass#so yk. i'm having fun#i just forget i can be more âlow effortâ on the blog too#esp bc i gained followers far quicker than i expected#i've had this blog for barely two months and i almost have 200 followers#made me shooketh i tell you.#i expected this to be yelling into some kind of void.#i wanna do something to celebrate hitting 200 but i'm unsure what#maybe i'll save it for 250 idk#anywhore.#ty anon i'm going to staple this ask to my forehead <3
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i also did more applying (and got 2 no's already which....hello autmated email after automated scan through website answers only looking at my school...certificate instead of current grades but whatever)
this means i am now awaiting 21 answers and gotta do at least 6 more letters and search for more
#txts#i made a spreadsheet#3 out of all those places seem good#and 11 are so low on info it can only be bad#like 'we offer 30 days vacation' ah like every other place#some offer NO info#or useful info#just like 'we offer drinks' and 'we sure enjoy working here' bitch tell me my salary and vacation days and hourly days and i am done#i dont need more#'we pay (partically) for your job ticket' ............so like everyone else as well#anyhow what does your salary say? like even for an apprentice/trainee role i need 1k a month to live on my own#and i will NOT go for less#unless its only a bit and one of the#number 1 spots#which arent on nr1 bc of low salary mind you#only one of them had none listed but asked me what i'd expect so they know i want 1k or above#we'll see#this is still hel#*hell#it takes HOURS just to send 15 applications out#AND you gotta dig through 3 different websites to even get all the info#they sure dont make it easy#which is laughable bc those positions are for IT so...like....aight#not a great first impression but aight
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#there's something really beautiful about experiencing the weather patterns of a new place#where i live now. its not like where i grew up. not like the foothills of Appalachia but its more familiar than the Chihuahuan desert was#when i go home to ohio everythings so green. so green. unimaginably green and the towns are in the woods. the hills roll#and trees billow deciduous and packed so tightly the treeline is like a wall of plant matter. here there are trees but they are tall and#evergreen. patchy in places like shrubs in the desert. the grass grows green but also pale tan and dead. houses are routed in valleys#between mountains. they're made of wood and not stucco but they still look strange and the landscape is crumpled together tall. and there's#water. it rains. days can be dreary and gray with drizzle. i forgot what thats like. when a single low stratus cloud blocks out thewhole sk#and fog clings to the trees. my school bus used to drive by a lake where thr fog was so thick i didnt kno how the driver could see the road#but somehow i forgot how much joy suspended water vapor gives me living in a place where when it rains it pours so hard the streets flood#and the greedy ground drinks the landscape dry. but there are new things as well. here smoke rolls up over thr mountains and gets stuck in#the valleys so that the weather forcast reads: Smoke for days on end. im used to tornado warnings and heat warnings and dust storm warnings#but ive never expected Smoke as a type of weather. and im sure there's more to experience. ive only been here like 3 weeks. its not as gree#as home. the storms dont seem to get quite so violent. the woods are so full of bears that its an active threat. but its not the desert#and while ill miss the shapes of desert plants and little lizards. when i look up at the pine and spruce trees i feel like i can breathe a#little easier. well see how i feel once the long cold winter sets in haha#but i dunno. part of me still longs for a violent thunderstorm. one where u can feel the temperature drop and u csn feel it building all da#one that bends the trees and smells like ozone. it was never like that in thr southwest and im not sure that happens here#but maybe thats just a desire for chaos and violence as a product of my pathological internal control. i cant be spontaneous so let nature#bring the fear to me. some of my favorite memories are watching lightning strikes#so it goes i suppose#unrelated#listen. is it fucked up to have ohio nostalgia? maybe so. but in my defense i grew up in the pretty part of ohio lol
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in a bizarre inversion of how it normally goes, today I made french onion soup and was astonished at how quickly the onions caramelized
#and I had it on LOW#so I don't know if there was something up with the onions#or if I've just adjusted my expectations SO MUCH that I'm actually overestimating how long it will take#it's also possible that God is taunting me#because he thinks it would be funny to humble me next time when in my hubris I assume it will go the same way and instead it takes 3 hours#and he would be correct but still
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this review for the ballad of songbirds and snakes is going to be critical so if you loved this book and don't want to see that critique then you are welcome to skip this post. im willing to have civil conversation and im also very willing to hear other points of views bc i love discussing books (and who knows! maybe someone could change my mind) BUT if you're at all going to be nasty and/or take it personally, then you will likely be blocked.
im gonna be so honest... the ballad of songbirds and snakes was a decent book. but. i don't think it actually added anything to the overall story. it added some perspective, maybe, to how snow became snow but it also felt... pointless? i think if I'm going to get a villain origin story, i want it to make me feel conflicted, or at least somewhat understanding to how the villain turned out that way. i want it to show me the gray area. but this book just... didn't do it for me. none of it was surprising. and also, from the beginning, i didn't overall care that much to know what made him this way, because the end result was still the same, and nothing happened to change that feeling for me. bc the only way snow was interesting was how he was as the villain. there was nothing beyond that to interest me, and i think that's what this book was trying to use as the draw. and moreover, to expand on my opinion that it didn't add to the series: i think it relied solely on easter eggs from the original trilogy to make you think it was adding anything. like "see, look at this reference i made! doesn't it remind you of the original books?" idk. like i said, it's a DECENT book on it's own. the writing is good, the story itself isn't bad--it just also gives you no reason to invest in the main character, and i think to some degree that's something that's supposed to draw you into a book. and like i mentioned, nothing surprised me. i saw all of it coming. i predicted every twist before it happened. which isn't always a bad thing! but i was also mostly underwhelmed when the twists DID happen. i was hesitant to read this book in the first place, hence why im only reading it now after the movie release bc my partner wants to see it, and honestly? im not feeling like i gained anything from the experience. i had fun reading it bc, again, it's written fairly well, but at the end of it, im just feeling.... meh.
(spoilers ahead in this paragraph only) i at first thought the only thing it added was why snow dislikes the mockingjays but the more i consider it, it didn't really even add that much either. he was just creeped out by them??? hmm.... (unless, and this might be reaching, he hated the mockingjays bc they showed him his true feelings about lucy??? there's a line about how he was getting tired of her music and maybe the fact that the mockingjays repeated music instead of voice, like the jabberjays (which he had no problem with) was like... his true feelings coming through? I'll have to sit with that and see what i think)
i will say, the parallels between characters in this book and the original trilogy are interesting and i will enjoy seeing those analyses but, again, i don't really feel like it added anything. i still think snow would have done the exact same things without them. because he never ACTUALLY cared about anyone at all, except for how he could use them. how they made him look.
if anyone is interested in a star rating, i gave it 3/5 bc the reading experience was relatively enjoyable, and the writing itself was good imo, and as a stand alone story it was not bad but also not excellent. it was all "just okay". and im trying to rate this as it's own story, not as part of of the whole. however, it being part of that whole is what makes me feel so let down
#text post#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#also the way i rate things may be different than you so if you read my take and think i rated it too high just keep that in mind#if i had a good time reading it i usually end up giving it 3 stars even if i don't think it's perfect#< unless the book has actually glaring problems in how it presented or handled things#also before someone comes at me saying i set myself up for failure bc of my low expectations going in:#if im going into a book like this and im skeptical i still ALWAYS hope for best and give it every shot to prove me wrong#it just didn't this time
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so i really like geats :)
#ace is definitely one of my favorite kamen riders and i loved every minute that he was on screen#absolutely adore michinaga and there's a lot of good dynamiccs and interesting themes that i think were explored well#is it perfetct? no there's pacing issues inconsistency and some odd writing in places but overall i feel the positives outweigh the#negatives by a substantial margin and don't ruin the show for me at all#i went into geats with low expectations but i had so much fun watching it and i absolutely adore the characters#it's kind of like revice in that it could be very hit or miss depending on a number of things but for me it's a hit just as revice is#i think the suit designs are beautiful the fight scenes are fun to watch and the characters each shine individually and together#i think the stylists for this show deserve some praise bc the outfits were so nice and fit each character so well#i actually really liked the later arcs even though the pacing is a bit messy i just really like the exploration of atonement and forgivenes#i have a lot more thoughts and still have a lot more geats content to go through but i'll just say i really liked it <3#kr geats lb#kr lb#umbrella.thoughts#umbrella.posts
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re last post tags actually ill allow a jason and bao team up but only if theyre both allowed to change their main aliases đ
#bao making friends and protecting the narrows as he moves on from his tragedy can be very interesting and fun!#but my expectations in dc writers is. low. like I'll still read it because thats my shithead nephew but its that frustration of knowing#and seeing a premise for art that could be wonderful and then getting a too glossy too boring product instead#and jason's is just because i think red hood is stupid and that his character is boring and spinning his wheels in the same 3 plots#that he just keeps going through again and again. like let him actually be interesting again and put him in new situations PLEASE.#ransom note
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#Iâm so happy gang I feel like Iâm finally progressing vocally after my big scare last semester and itâs so good#Iâm finally not stressed every hour of the day waiting for my voice to give out again and I feel like Iâm on track in terms of memorizatiob#I finally have time to make a healthy dinner and lunch every day Iâm finally getting enough sleep and I have time to do stuff outside schoo#also!! Faculty keep complimenting me and I know that itâs a low bar but still :))) Iâve put so much work into this role#and I was so excited/ scared to have a lead role because I have all the space to show people what I can actually do#and I half expected to fall totally flat or to have it like my first opera where I was too stressed to do it well or enjoy it#but Iâm actually GOOD at this!! I have something Iâm GOOD at!! And I get to do it!!#also I know the operas for next year finally yippee I wonât have another big role probably (tragic) but at least I can start preparing#and also I finally have some vague direction for my senior recital yippee so now I can focus on crafting a storyline w the rep#ALSO!!! Im probably gonna do study abroad!! And I feel good about my stage management stuff!!#go d Iâm just so happy it feels like things are finally going well đđđ Iâve been throwing myself at this school for 3 years#and Iâm finally getting something out of it hhh#portal of rambling
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a few days late, but happy new year đ
#[ gently lays this here ]#[ yes i am coming back finally to write ]#[ but im also being gentle with myself bc you definitely should be if you get overwhelmed ! ]#[ so activity is still going to be pretty low but you can expect the spotify meme over the next few weeks <3 ]#[ i miss yall and i hope everyone is out there doing well !! ]#x | alright alright alright ( OOC. )
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i cant believe the day but i finally got a full tower pc. bought it already built and at a considerable discount of some 320 dollars off. its fucking huge and theres so many things going on inside... i was initially planning on choosing the parts myself but finding the graphics card was so hard and everyone else convinced me to just buy it built and honestly? good. id probably have fucked this up so badly by myself
i cant use it yet bc i took too long to buy the monitor that was also on sale and now its regular price -_- tho i managed to find a discount used one for now. well see how that goes since ill get it tomorrow. i tested it on out living room tv and it had some kaspersky thingy open and like thats so cute. i hope they left some treats in the browsing history for me to search through before i wipe it clean
#its a hexer case and wouldnt you guess the front has a hexagonal pattern. so pretty..#it came with 3 fans installed there too that have a cmyk color style to them and it looks quite neat. im thinking of buying some leds to pu#inside the case to go with my keyboard tho idk if id go that far tbh (< gamer rot is setting in. im not immune to pretty lighting..)#its also got a lot of unused space inside. im thinking of making more sculptures to put in. though idk if thatd be safe for it#bc cold porcelain is glue and water. what if it evaporates inside and suddenly everythings covered in a glue film#i wonder if varnish would help? the transparent nail polish sure didnt do shit it came off like 2 days after sculpting the rw slug sleeping#which like yeah of course. its nail polish. but i didnt expect it to flake since all it does is sleep on top of my laptop keyboard#i need miniature glass cake cover tops to encapsule every sculpture inside for safety#looking at it still no wonder these are called towers gotdamn its legit so huge..#it looks awkward tho bc i cant fully make it glue to the wall bc of the cables so its like. awkwardly a bit in front of the wall#im scaared as to how to tell if it ever gets too hot. on a laptop u just press ur head against the left half and feel how hot it is#i think im gonna need software for this.. sigh. tho maybe ill never get to that point since its supposed to be decent#AND its not 8 years old + the 3 fans and gpu fan and cpu fan. surely thats enough. the case even has space for more than that!!#the acrylic side reflects my keyboard too. so niceys. stimulation for my creature eyes#my desk is gonna be so fucked up when i have to organize everything too bc the one i have now is perfecly laptop-oriented#it sits on a custom wooden desk and the keyboard+drawing tablet sit below. but theres a shelf on top of my desk thats too low for the>#>normal monitor to sit to so i wont be able to use the custom desk. and i dont even know what ill do with my laptop either#finally a good change in my sad life routine fr. i cant wait to play watchdogs on this and overgrowth and other ones#AND LAGLESS KRITA SMUDGE ENGINE BRUSHES!!! AND DOUBLE BRUSHES. THEYRE SO LAGGY#A N D ACTUAL FULL HD NORMAL MONITOR. maybe that will get me to not draw in small canvases anymore#now im anxious i just want the day to be over to get the monitor tomorrow aouugh.. just bc i started coding my resources neocities page#dextxt#<the 'major life events' ((sorta)) tag returns. one for the books.. if something bad happens.. itll be here to remind me of the good times
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I would be lying if the new Fallout tv series wasn't tempting me to play a Fallout game again đ
#only 3 episodes in but I am liking it so far#might be my fav video game to tv adaptation tbh but we will see#expectations were low but so far it feels true to the inspiration and I'll take that#also by saying play on of the games I mean 4 tbh#don't know if I have the strength to go to 3 rn#the centaur still haunt me#even tho I kind of wish they we in 4 ngl đ#but new vegas is tempting#just don't have it on a platform that is easily accessible *sighs at former self who only had xbox for like 10 years*
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Tiphereth suppression finally complete babeyyyy
#rat rambles#lisa my beloved <3#her brother also exists ig.#I did it first try too which honestly is a relief it took forever idk how many times I could handle doing all that#which also means that the other two are now ready for their core suppressions which is both exiting and scary#exciting because it means that I can tell alruine to fuck off#scary because red mist boss fight đ#I have no idea what to expect but tbh I rly cant be any more prepared than I already am#I have all the aleph gear not counting apocalypse bird and white night gear#and I have all the waw gear except for the one waw I havent gotten yet#in fact there's only 4 abnos I havent gotten yet I think and two of those are toold#I might stall a bit by memory repositing until I get those out of the way but I also might not idk#what I am starting to have to think abt tho is the two side bosses I previously mentioned#I do think apocalypse bird might be doable for me rn but white knight is a more tricky story#mostly because quite frankly I dont have 12 employees available to sacrifice to start the fight#I can obviously just make some new throaway guys but still#now setting up apocalypse bird would also be annoying since I currently only have judgement bird in my facility#rly Im just not sure which of my guys can or cant handle either boss#cause I do need the manpower but I also just am not confident that most of the gear my guys have will do them much good#now one thing that may be kind of pointless but I still wanna do is get silent orchestras ego gift on one of my guys#because god damn is that a powerful buff even if white damage isnt that common outside of anbno breaches#it would be fun in the sense that thatd make my girl able to solo any abnos that deal white damage#again its good dont get me wrong its just definitely smth that isnt as widly applicable as youd think#but yeah ideally I dont wanna do another day one reset and I rly do think this could be the run#the only reason I reset my first one rly was because I had gotten bored grinding for gear and also just wanted to finish my abno info#collection easier since there was a shit load of low level abnos I was missing#now the only ''''low level'''' abno Im missing is plague doctor for well. obvious reasons.#so yeah I should be pretty good and done with my info gathering within a session or two#tbh I dont even know what the wellfare meltdown looks like but Im much less scared of it than the boss fights I have up ahead#stinky b is also going to be tricky but Im hoping it wont be too bad
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â· First Time?
Synopsis . When you get paired with the campus asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that heâs a damn virgin. Nor did you expect to be the one to change that. / Pairing . virgin!Sukuna x fem!reader / Content . afab!reader, oral sex (m!receiving), premature ejac, non-curse college au, dirty talk, pet names, degrading, porn w plot, teasing, taunting, filth, etc. / wc . 6k
A/N: ty to the nonnie on my main who asked if Iâd ever write virgin!jjk men :3 [MDNI]
Who wouldâve thought?
Of all people, Sukuna, a virgin? It just didnât make sense.
He was this stand-offish asshole who most people respected out of pure fear. He didnât exactly do parties and yet you could always find him at one. Heâd always have some chick on his arm or even in his lap so, in what world would anyone with a brain assume heâs actually never been inside a woman before?
And to make his lack of game all the more unbelievable, heâs even rumored to have a big dickâ itâs like some overly well-known campus fact about the guy.
So, again, what reason would anyone have to think the guy was a virgin?
Certainly not you, of course. And you donât expect to be the only person to find out such information either.
The way you find out is probably even more bizarre than the fact itself. You and him had little to no reason to ever interact with each other. You werenât some shy nerd who holed herself up in her room all day or anything but you werenât much of the party type other.
You were stuck somewhere in the middle of all that, vicariously living through some of your friends who had better things going for them.
As such, there was no real reason for you and Sukuna to cross paths. He never even had a reason to acknowledge your existence until the two of you are paired up together for a project in the one class you happen to take together.
ââ
The background noise is the chatter of your fellow classmates and their own project partners, you find your partner grumbling out a low, âWhat?â In response to your last statement, having hardly heard a thing you said.
âI said,â You huff, sitting beside the man in question as today marks week two of you being paired up with him for this semesterâs project, âWe should be meeting up outside of class too. We could get his knocked out in like a day if you just-â
âOh that,â Sukuna cuts off casually. Seated all slouched back in his seat, his legs sprawled out in that signature manspread of hisâ he rolls his eyes at your little reminder, âYou said somethinâ about that last week.â
You speak through slightly gritted teeth, fighting the headache heâs about to give you from this conversation alone, âAll the more reason for you to take it into consideration. The faster we get this done, the less we have to deal with each other.â
As you say that, you glance at him only to find his eyes directly on yours already. Heâs got such lazy posture, his head tilted slightly whilst he gazes at you so intently, and his big muscular arms folded across his chest. Even wearing a black hoodie and gray sweats, he still looks as attractive as everâ mean low-lidded crimson eyes locked on yours, tattooed face so beautifully defined, and rosy lips pulled into such an uninterested little frown.
Up until your words hit his ears properly, âThe less we have to deal with each other, huh?â Sukuna repeats, narrowing his eyes even further at you, âYou barely even know me ând yet you want nothing to do with me already.â
âI know enough about you, Sukuna,â You say with a sigh, âAnd you hardly contribute to this project as is. Which only proves that everything they say about you is probably true.â
He arches a brow, his interest piquing, âAnd what exactly do people say about me?â
You let off a light scoff, âDonât act like you donât know.â
âBut I donât know,â Sukuna tells you honestly, maroon eyes boring into yours.
You stare for a moment as you try to decipher whether or not heâs being honest right now. How does he not know what people say about him? Everyone talks about his brooding personality very openly.
âThey say youâre an ass,â You eventually say to the man.
To which his lips twitch into a slight smirk, âAnd you believe that?â
âSeeing as Iâve asked you to, at the very least, type your name on this document and you havenât even done that yet,â You scoff, âYes.â
The two of you mildly glare at one another for a moment before Sukuna leans up in his seat. Breaking eye contact for just a moment to look at his laptop, he swiftly moves to open up that shared document of yours and types his name out with a heavy sigh.
After which, heâs slouching back again and looking at you, âDonât believe everything people tell you, woman.â
You roll your eyes at him, âWhat? Are you not fond of rumors? That still doesnât negate the fact that youâre an assho-â
âWhen do you want to meet up?â Sukuna grumbles out almost reluctantly, watching the way you pause and swallow thickly as he catches you off-guard.
Heâs almost even intrigued by how quickly you bounce back, despite being caught by surprise, âFriday. Are you free?â
âUnfortunately,â He grumps.
You give him a little shrug, âGood. Iâll see you then.â
And that was it. That was how each and every interaction with you and Sukuna went. Bickering back and forth about him not doing shit to help you with something thatâll affect your grade majorly, criticizing you about being too focused and needing to relax every now and then, and even calling you a stuck-up little brat one timeâ it was safe to say, you and Sukuna didnât get along too well.
Not that you minded anyway. He wasnât your first partner to care little about their grade so, you knew how to deal with these kinds of people by now. Typically, you indulge yourself in their craving to ârelaxâ just once and then they promise to start helping. Youâve gone down that path before and itâs worked for you then so you assume things will go the same way with Sukuna.
Plus, you guess you can give him a slight pass for his asshole attitude, at least he has a pretty face to look at. Dark ink always decorating his awfully smooth skin, deep dark yet beautiful ruby-shaded eyes boring into whatever it is his focus on, and broad shoulders looming over your smaller figure every time he stands in front of youâ you can't help but feel both attracted and intimidated by the man.
ââ
Which is exactly why when you open your apartment door for the scheduled meetup that Friday to crane your head up at him, youâre swallowing thickly to settle your nerves. Youâve never been alone with the man so of course youâre a bit nervous.
Especially with the way he gazes down at you like thatâs exactly where you belong: beneath him. His eyes are filled to the brim with intensity and yet heâs only just set them on you. Wearing a noticeable black compression shirt and those signature gray sweets of his, he almost appears as though heâd just come from the gym.
And just as you take in his appearance, he very openly takes in yoursâ his eyes raking over your body and taking in every single inch of you. After all, just as it was your first time alone with him, it was his first time seeing you dress so comfortably. He doesnât even try to hide the way he stares at your tits peeking out from the rather thin spaghetti-strap top you were wearing, his eyes soon trailing down slowly to those tauntingly short shorts you had on.
âSo,â Sukuna swipes his tongue over his lips and cocks his head to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes yet to lift from your legs, âAre you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna let me in?â
You blink out of whatever little daze you were in, having found yourself gazing at his chest far longer than you meant to. It was right in front of your face after all, how could you look anywhere else? And his shirt was so damn tight, the fabric hugging his well-toned body perfectly, so much so that you swore you could make out piercings on his-
Sukuna leans forward suddenly, his face nearing yours to gain your full attention, âIf you keep staring at me like that, Iâm gonna assume you invited me over for something else-â
âSorry,â You chirp out as you clear your throat and awkwardly step back a bit to let him in, âYou can come in.â
Nodding, Sukuna slips by you and you shut your apartment door behind him. Then, youâre quick to lead him over to your living room where youâd previously been working on your project.
The two of you are hasty to take a seat on your couch, both of you only a few inches apart from one another whilst you lean toward your coffee table and log into your already open laptop. Sukunaâs eyes are all over you as always, studying your side profile, your intent focus on the screen in front of you, and even the way you-
âDid you even bring anything?â You suddenly ask before you glance at the man.
Sukuna quickly meets your gaze, ripping his eyes off of wherever theyâd been previously, âWas I supposed to?â
âSukuna,â You sigh out, âPlease tell me youâre joking right now.â
He swallows at the mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue in that scolding tone of yoursâ heâs heard such a tone from you time and time again and yet, for whatever reason, it never seems to annoy him.Â
âIâm not.â He says plainly.
âHow are we supposed to work on this if you-,â You cut yourself off and decide not to even attempt arguing with him. Arguing wonât change the fact that he showed up with nothing. âJust uhm,â You glance elsewhere for a second before an idea comes to mind and you place your laptop down and stand up, âStay here.â
Sukuna doesnât say anything. He merely watches as you huff and walk off, swiftly exiting the living room and disappearing down a nearby hall. He swears he finds himself looking at you a bit more than intended. Especially as you walked off, his eyes dropping to your ass and those damn shorts of yours.
Even when youâre out of his sight, he still finds himself staring in the direction of which you went, almost unable to look away for whatever strange reason.
That lasts for a few minutes until he snaps out of it and leans back against the couch, tossing his head back and letting out a long sigh. You soon return to find him with an arm stretched along the back of the couch, his legs spread as usual, and his eyes up on the ceiling.
He doesnât even notice youâve returned until he feels something placed in his lap. Looking down, Sukuna finds your laptop kindly set on top of him. To which his brows furrowed in confusion and he looked at you to see you sitting on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table with a paper and pencil in front of you.
âWhatâs this?â Sukuna scoffs.
You donât even spare him a glance as you begin writing something down, âHow weâll get things done.â He opens his mouth to say something but then youâre looking back at him with a glare, âI already organized the parts of this project that you have to do so, since itâs on my computer, you can work on that and Iâll work with what I remember.â
You wholeheartedly expected him to find something about this to disagree with you on but, to your surprise, he simply nods and redirects his focus to your laptop immediately.
And then, the two of you work exactly like that for the remainder of that little study session.
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Sukunaâs not terrible to work with when itâs just you and him. If anything, heâs rather cooperative and a lot smarter than he leads on.Â
Which is why a solid two hours of productivity flies by surprisingly smoothly with him. If you asked him a question, he answered. Told him to do something, heâd say something snarky, and then do whatever it is youâve instructed anyway.
It all went so perfectly up until he let out a really heavy sigh, âAlright, Iâve had enough for this.â Sukuna says casually.
Heâs been repeating a similar phrase every thirty minutes or so but he usually gets right back to work after getting ignored by you. This time though, you get the feeling heâs serious when he pushes your laptop off of his lap and places it forward on the coffee table.
Itâs then that you frown, âOh câmon, we were getting so much done,â You comment as you glance back to him.
He shrugs, âI canât keep looking at that damn screen, itâs giving me a headache.â
âOf course it is,â You utter sarcastically, rolling your eyes whilst you place your pencil down and throw your arms up to stretch, âFine then, we can take a break.â
Sukunaâs brows lift in surprise. He didnât expect you to listen to him, âGood.â He hums, âI was getting bored as well.â
You scoff, âWere you?â
âYeah, can we do something else?â He asks.
Turning around, you rotate the way youâre sitting so that youâre facing him and your back is resting against your coffee table. âLike what?â You muse, meeting his low-lidded gaze.
âTalk,â Sukuna says.
Thatâs it? He wanted a break to talk to you? Your eyes are narrowing at him before you even realize, âTalk?â You repeat with a scoff, âSeriously?â
He nods, âMhm.â
âWhat do you wanna talk about, Sukuna?â As you ask him that, you watch the way his eyes casually slide down to your lips.
Does he mean to be this indiscreet with his looks? Or is he eyeing you down like that on purpose?
The man shrugs, âAnything outside of fuckinâ school.â
You laugh at that, âOkay, I can work with that.â
He tilts his head at you and licks his lips, âYeah?â Something about your little laugh threw him off.Â
âMhm,â You hum as you look down at your hand, fiddling with your nails a bit, âThe rumors⊠are they true?â
Thrown off yet again, Sukunaâs brows pinch together. âRumors?â He echoes in a genuinely confused tone, âWhat rumors, woman?â
The sound of your scoff makes him stiffen in his seat. Almost in an instant, the atmosphere had changed suddenly. âCâmon, donât play dumb,â You tease, lifting your gaze to him again, âThe rumors about you.â
He gives you a perplexed look and itâs almost as though you could see the gears in his head turning. âIf you know something, say it.â He demands.
You sigh, âSukuna, do you seriously hear nothing people say about you?â
Sukuna shrugs, âI donât care enough to remember. So what is it? What rumor?â
Youâre just curious. You swear thatâs all it was. And, naturally, since he seemed to have warmed up to youâ of course you wanted to know if that rumor about his dick was true. Youâre both adults and itâs just a silly question. Plus, with the way heâs been looking at you all afternoon, youâre sure he wonât mind answering you with a simple yes or no.
Glancing to the side, your shoulders lift a bit, âItâs uh, rather intimate.â You hush out.
Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, âIntimate?? An intimate rumor about me?â
His emphasis on himself makes your eyes flick back over to him. âYeah, are you sure you donât know what they say about you??â You ask again.
âPositive. Now speak, what is it they say?â Sukuna huffs impatiently, even more curious about this little rumor after the mention of it being intimate. After all, heâs never-
âPeople say you have a big dick,â You utter way too casually.
So nonchalantly that it makes him choke, a choke you donât mess with the way he clears his throat and sits up a little. âWhat?â He rasps out.
You bat those stupidly false innocent eyes at him, âI didnât stutter,â Your tone dips into something different and he catches every bit of it, âPeople say you have a big dick, is it true?â
Sukuna clears his throat and for the first time, he glances away from you. Then, he opens and closes his mouth, contemplating his next words carefully before they soon fall from his lips, âYou wanna find out?â
His offer spurs a shift in your seat from you as you scoot closer to him ever so slightly, âYou wanna show me?â You ask boldly, your tone direct, and not even a flicker of hesitation present.
âDo I want to-,â Sukuna pauses, his eyes scanning the entirety of your seated frame as you inch closer to him, âWhat?â He huffs, swallowing thickly.
You move to stand on your knees and lean forward to the couch, soon propping your chin up on your palm as you look at him, âShow me,â You chuckle, âI asked if you wanted to show me, Sukuna.â
He blinks, âShow you my cock?â
You shrug, âYeah.â
The air is so thick right now, Sukunaâs not sure how exactly he can play this off without making a fool of himself. He gulps yet again, only to watch as your eyes start to drop down along his body.
âStop,â He rushes out, âKeep your eyes up here. On mine,â He commands in a low tone, earning your gaze once more.
And then itâs quiet for a moment. Heâs staring at you and youâre obediently keeping your eyes up on his. Sukuna hates it but he doesnât know what to say or do from here. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out his little secret.Â
Itâs like he was waiting for a fucking pin to drop, something to break the silence. Yet, his mind was going blank and words were failing him at the moment. Heâs flirted with women before, plenty of times actually, effortlessly evenâ but for whatever reason, as you sit there with those stupidly pretty eyes staring at him, his mind simply flakes on him.
Heâs like that for a minute longer until you move. So subtly too, sliding a hand to his thigh, leaning forward slightly, batting your lashes at him, âSukuna?â You whisper.
His hips are rolling upward slightly at the sound of his name alone. âW-What?â He stammers, mentally cursing himself a thousand times over.
âIf you donât wanna show me you can jusâ say no,â You hum, smiling a bit, âYâknow that, right?â
He scoffs, âOf course I know that, woman.â
âIf you know that thenâŠâ Your fingers lightly squeeze his thigh and you tilt your head, âAre you gonna tell me or show me whether or not those rumors are true?â
Something simply clicks inside Sukunaâs head. Rose-tinted lips cracking into a smirk, the man spreads his legs further and slouches back into the couch, âFind out for yourself since youâre so curious.â
Your eyes go wide, âWhat?â
Sukuna scoffs lightly, moving one of his arms from the back of the couch and placing his hand over his crotch. Of course, your gaze sinks down to his veiny hand, watching as he palms a stupidly large bulge in his sweats.
Your breath hitches a bit, âI-I-â
You donât even get the chance to get it out before heâs cutting you off, âCâmere,â Sukuna hums in that low voice of his.
âWhat?â You whisper.
You and him make eye contact again and he nods his chin toward the space in between his legs. Nothing can really explain why you follow his gesture and quickly find yourself sitting in between his legs, taking a deep breath as you settle your hands on his thighs.
Sliding your touch up and up and up until your fingers graze his hand. The same hand that was resting on top of that aching bulge of his.
Sukuna slowly lifts his hand up and away, relaxing his arm on the back of the couch again as he stares down at you. Cocking his head to the side, âWell? Feel it.â He huffs.
You donât even hesitate. Trailing your fingers upward carefully until you feel the outline of his cock beneath your fingertips, gulping as you drag your hand up to cup his length in your hand firmly, and smirking at the way his cock twitches furiously beneath your small touch.
Sukunaâs mouth falls open for a second but youâre too engrossed in feeling him to notice. He lets out a shuddered breath as he watches the way you grope his steadily growing erection. His head even tosses back and his fingers dig into the couch for a moment.
âIt is big,â You whisper to yourself, your words only making him twitch more within your hand.
âFuck,â Sukuna grits out lowly, hips unconsciously lifting to press himself further against you.
His curse earns your attention. You quickly glance up to him and see the way heâs got his head tossed back, Adam's apple bobbing with every heavy gulp he takes, and his chest rising and falling rather quickly.
You lift your hand carefully and decide to test something out. Slowly, you lean forward and just barely press your lips against his clothed cock.
Sukunaâs whole body reacts. He gasps louder than he means to and heâs weaving his fingers through your hair faster than he realizes, palming your scalp as he quickly looks down at you. âT-The fuck are you doing? Huh?â He huffs while gripping onto your hair.
You lift your head a bit but he keeps you in place, despite his question to you. âI justâŠâ Youâre not exactly sure you can explain yourself.
And by this point, Sukuna doesnât think he cares enough to hear an excuse from you, ââŠYou what? You wanna see it?â
All you can do is give him a little nod before he moves his free hand to the drawstring of his sweatpants. Then you're quick to help him tug them down until his boxers are revealed to youâ a noticeable dampness in the fabric right where his leaking tip is. Was that because of you?
Before you can dawn on your own questions, Sukunaâs moving to tug his cock out. And fuck is he even bigger revealed before your eyes. With an upward curve, such an angry flushed tip, precum dripping from the slit of his fat cockhead, veins decorating his shaft and-
Shit, you were drooling. Howâd you get like this again?? Ah, who cares?
âSukuna,â You breathe out, ripping your eyes away from his cock just to look up at him.
He was almost panting, dark maroon eyes pouring down into yours, face flushed with different shades of red and pink, his lips parted softlyâ hell, he looked like he was in heat or something.
Gulping before he answers you, Sukuna clears his throat and his voice is already husky, âWhat?â
You shift against the floor, your hands relaxing against his large thighs, âCan I-â
âYeah,â He cuts off. Lord knows if you got that question out he was going to lose his damn mind.
You raise a brow and lean forward, keeping your eyes on his while your lips near his tip, âYeah?â
The last thing you get from him is a nod before youâre parting your lips. And from that moment forward, it all goes downhill. Everything from the way youâre sitting in between his legs to that initial connection of your plush lips against his drooling cock had Sukunaâs mind spinning.
Heâs never been sucked off before. Hell, the farthest heâs gone as far as sexual activities are concerned is a little bit of dry humping. But this? Oh hell, this was his first time and he had zero idea how he was going to keep that information away from you.
Especially when he feels your tongue slip from between your lips and swirl around the head of his cock, kittenly lapping up that slim layer of precum sitting so prettily on his tip.Â
âOh f-fuuck,â Sukuna groans huskily, the hand on your head gripping tighter.
You pull away from him slightly just to take in his expression and the way he tosses his head back. It was almost cute to you. The last thing you expected was for him to be so damn sensitive, you hardly did anything.
His sensitivity only worsens as you finally start wrapping your lips around his cock, feeling him throb when you sink your mouth down on him. Sukunaâs jaw goes slack and his brows twist up. He tries his best to hold it in but he canât help but moan at the way you leisurely suck on half of his lengthy cock.
Your saliva wets up the rest of his shaft and you make up for what your mouth hasnât reached yet with your hand, stroking him lightly whilst you take the rest of his girth in and out of your mouth. Rolling your tongue around him, pulling off just to messily spit and kiss on his blushing tip, and slobbering all over himâ Sukuna almost fucking kicked something with how good your mouth felt around him.
Heâs used his hand and other shit before but holy fuck, nothing, and he means nothing compares to that damn mouth of yours. The way you look with his cock stuffed right in between those lips heâs been staring at for God knows how longâ your lips all slick with spit, eyes rolling back the deeper you take him, and tongue sticking out every time you pull your mouth off of him.
You soon slip your mouth off of him and start jerking him off, focusing your tongue on his tip and slithering the wet muscle in between the slit of his cock, lathering your tongue up with his glistening precum.Â
The sound of Sukuna groaning makes you look up at him, finding his eyes on yours again. Heâs panting, trying his best to look like this wasnât phasing him but failing in every way with how flushed his face was.Â
Your tongue sticks out and your hand continues to slide up and down his cock as you tap his tip on your tongue, making his brows twist up.Â
He bites back a throaty sound, âHah⊠damn brat,â Sukuna huffs out as if to⊠degrade you?Â
You almost find it cute how clearly inexperienced he is, spitting a fat wad of spit onto his pretty wet tip and then smiling at him, âSukuna,â You coo, your hand gripping his shaft tighter, âIs this your first time?â
He instantly looks off to the side, the veins in his neck and along his jawline tensing as he grits his teeth. Since he decides to ignore your little question, you take it a step further and slide your hand down his cock, gripping his thick base firmly before taking him into your heavenly warm mouth again.
His expression breaks completely, âOh shit,â Sukuna moans, his hips bucking up into your mouth as you slide him deeper into your mouth than you did before.
Then his hand is pushing your head down further on instinct and heâs subtly rutting his hips up. You lift your head up despite his constant pushing, soon causing your head to bob up and down whilst you suck him off skillfully.
âJusâ like that,â Sukuna suddenly groans and you moan around his cock in reaction. To which he keeps giving your mouth mindless little thrusts, âDonât s-, agh, stop.â
Sucking him deeper and deeper before you move your hand completely, you suck in a deep breath of air through your nose, open up the very back of your throat, and sink all the way down, your lips meeting his pelvis as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Sukuna kicks something. Probably your coffee table with the way one of his legs extends out so suddenly, a choked-out groan ripped from his throat as your little move was all it took for him to cum. And itâs so much too, hot thick ropes of cum spurting down your throat, his hand holding onto your head for dear life whilst a moan of your name rolls off his tongue.
Youâre still sucking too, pulling up only to swallow what heâs gifted you and then stick your tongue out. Laying it flat against his tip, you leisurely lick at him as if to beg for more and now the manâs pushing your head away for the first time.
When you lift your eyes up to him again, you notice heâs got his tattooed arm over his mouth and his lashes are batting softly at you. For such a big man, he was so ridiculously cute right now. Panting, sweating, cursing under his breath as if you couldnât hear him.
âYeah,â Sukuna utters suddenly, clearing his throat, âThat was⊠my first⊠time. I uh-â
âDo you want more?â Is the last thing you asked him before you were sitting back on your heels and he was stumbling to his feet.
You had to guide him through it of course but, Sukuna doesnât hesitate to stuff your face full of his cock again. You take him so kindly too, obediently sitting there with your hands gripping his thighs for support with every careful thrust of his hips.
He was trying to be gentle with you at first. Partially because he didnât know what the hell he was doing, and also because he just loved the initial entry into your mouth. Over and over, Sukuna slid his dick in and out of your mouth like he was possessed, addicted to the feeling of you greedily sucking on him.
He was still sensitive from his first orgasm but his cock had yet to go downâ twitching inside that sloppy mouth of yours, aching against your tongue, and dripping into the depths of your throat. Sukuna wasnât much of a talker but he damn sure let out a plethora of grunts and groans.
They were so husk too, coming from deep within his chest, some getting caught in his throat when he felt your tongue flick against a specific vein on the underside of his cock. His fat tip knocked into the back of your throat with a single heavy thrust before his hands were latching onto the sides of your head.
Again, heâs not much of a talker but, something seems to come over him all at once because soon heâs got his gaze locked down on the messy sight of you and heâs huffing out words before he realizes. âEyes up here, câmon, hah⊠look at me,â Sukuna grunts.
Your eyes are completely glossed over as they flutter up to him. A moan vibrates against his skin as you make such intimate eye contact with the man, feeling his hips pick up.
Sukuna nods, âGood girl,â He praises in a low purr, and fuck does that do wonders for you because your legs are squeezing together more than they were before and youâre whining against him. âFuck, yâlike that?â He huffs, earning a sloppy lilâ nod from you.
He then feels you hum, âM-Mhm.â And heâs got chills slipping up his spine in pleasure.
Cracking a lazy, lopsided, and almost fucked-out little smirk, Sukuna scoffs, âYeah? Fuck, behind all those g-glares ând-, agh, scolding me⊠this is all you wanted, hm? A throat full of cock?â
His words had you whining again, fluttering your lashes at him as your fingertips dug into his thighs a little. Sukuna eases his hips back slowly, tipping his head to the side as he gently caresses the side of your face with his thumb.
âMessy girl,â He hums deeply, biting his lower lip at the way youâre just drooling for more and more as he pulls himself out of your mouth completely. âJusâ look at this face,â Sukuna chuckles, âYâlook like a slut cryinâ like thatâ itâs cute.â
Blinking, you hadnât even realized you had a tear or two sliding down your face. Your mouth remains open for a second before he moves to rub his tip against your plump lips, smearing your spit and his cum all over the damn place with a little grin on his face.
ââKunaâŠâ You whisper, earning a quirk of his brow, âI canât believe youâre a virg-â
âDonât finish that sentence,â He grunts, moving a thumb to your chin to widen how open your mouth is for him, âJusâ⊠keep sittinâ there lookinâ pretty fâme,â Sukuna says.
You roll your eyes at him and all he can do is smile, pushing his hips forward again and easing his cock in between your lips. He slides in slowly until you can feel him pressing right against the back of your throat. To which he keeps himself there for a second, testing that gag reflex of yours and watching your eyes water.
Moving his hand back to the top of your head, he buries his fingers in your hair, âSo fuckinâ sexy like this,â Sukuna compliments, feeling you moan in response, âMâgonna cum again, stay j-just like that,â He breathes out heavily, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull before heâs throwing his head back.
And as if to coax his orgasm out, you carefully move a hand to cup his balls, sucking on his cock as best as you can and earning an accidental sound from his throat. The second your palm is felt against him, the moment he feels your tongue slicking against him, Sukuna whines.
Then his thighs are tensing and heâs groaning loudly as if to cover up the sound that just left his lips, filling your throat with his seed and then tugging your mouth off of him with a quick pull of your head. Youâre quick to swallow for yet a second time, letting out a needed cough after the fact while he stumbles back just a bit, his calves hitting the couch.
âVixen,â Sukuna growls.
You clear your throat and send a smile his way, âNot my fault you cum easy.â
Sukunaâs slow to sit back down on the couch to catch his breath, âTell anyone about this ând Iâll-â
âOh,â You suddenly purr, cutting him off as you lift yourself up from the ground. He watches with slightly widened eyes as you move to straddle him, âDonât tell me you thought we were done?â
Heâs at a loss for words all over again, his confidence suddenly getting caught in his throat and flying out the window. Your hands slip to his broad shoulders and you lean forward a little.
Sukunaâs hands shakily find their way to your waist as he stares up at you, âYou want more?â
You smirk, tilting your head at the dumbfounded male, âDonât you?â You ask in a sultry little whisper, making his sensitive cock twitch once more. âAt the very leastâŠâ Your lips slowly near his and heâs losing his breath, âTaste yourself, Sukuna.â
And then your lips are on his and heâs taking your tongue into his mouth. His grip on your waist tightens before he pulls you flush against him, feeling your crotch press right against his cock thatâs steadily twitching back to life.
The two of you share a heated and messy kiss, your hips carefully swaying against him to encourage his returning arousal. You canât really use curiosity as an excuse anymore, can you?
Well, you can. And you do with the way your hands slide down to his chest, your fingers slipping over his nipples to find exactly what youâd been curious about. You flick your fingers over his piercing there and Sukuna lets out a low hiss, prying his lips from yours and sending you a glare.
Not only did that little move of yours make his cock spring up completely but, you also notice the frown on his face.
Smiling at him, âSukunaâŠâ
âDonât.â He huffs.
âYou have nipple piercings?â You end up asking anyway in a happy little tone.
He grits his teeth slightly, ââŠObviously.â
Chuckling, you press a soft peck against his lips and whisper, âCan I see them?â
âNo.â He replies.
Part two.
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alottt of transmascs seem 2 think tyhat vocal training is somehow superr hard n super difficult, but its rlly not! i think part of this is in part because of voice instructional videos, half of them are people spouting bullshit or not being descriptive enough, and the other half (by vocal coaches) are loaded with technical termonology witch is missmatched between them, making it very difficult to tell what part of the body they are talking abt just to preface, you probably will not have an extrordinarily deep voice, but you can absolutely get a passing male voice even if you have a super high pitched voice! vocal gender is not determined only by how deep your voice is, you can have a high pitched male voice and a low pitched female voice to give you an example of how much change you can expect, here is my voice, ive been doing vocal training for about 3 years now.
there isnt actually a massive difference in terms of the depth, but there is a noticable difference in terms of masculinity i sound a little bit uncomfortable in the normal voice example, this is because i pretty much never use my natural voice, so its not my "default" voice anymore you will not lose your normal voice as you do vocal training, you simply will get better at controling your mouth and throat muscles to make it deeper, so if you are closeted you can still do vocal training while maintaining your higher pitch voice, its a matter of building up a muscle memory, after a while it becomes automatic the examples were taken like, a minute from eachother, its just moving your mouth in the right way you can also see i have a bit of a thicker accent while doing my vocal training voice, this is because pronouncing words very clearly and distinctly while also making your voice deeper is very difficult & something i am still working on note that this is still good to do and to work on even if you plan on going on T !! unless you have been on puberty blockers or started hrt very very early (at puberty age) then HRT will not be perfect and is not identical to the effects of stereotypical amab puberty, this isnt to say that it wont help, but the differences in larynx height that you will naturally get are not the same intensity as what generally happens in male puberty. this means you will have a higher then average male voice, as well as transmasc voices absent of vocal training generally sound more buzzy and nasaly here is an example, given by a dear friend of mine who would prefer to be unnamed
this isnt to dunk on anybody who has this kind of voice, i personally like it, but it is clockable if you know what to look for, witch could be unsafe depending on where you live to start : anatomy you are not a guitar, youre more like a bottle. to speak you blow air through your windpipe, and depending on the width of your tube/windpipe you will have a lower/ higher pitched sound, your vocal cords/voicebox are a fold in that tube, witch can open and close to constrict or widen your tube thin tube = higher pitched wide tube = lower pitched within stereotypical male puberty, these folds thicken, making them close less easily then thinner folds, making the voice deeper the opening/closing of the folds is sometimes called the "glottal cycle" and thick folds are are sometimes refered to as having a "high closed quotient" having thicker vocal folds is something only achivable through testosterone, but you can get a deeper voice by making your tube bigger, sometimes refered to as "lowering your larynx", a lower larynx results in an adams apple, and you can use how much of an adams apple you have during training as a phisical reference point
beside your tube, you have a set of strap muscles, these you can move, its by controlling these that you can hold your tube open. you cannot move your windpipe itself, only the strap muscles
to find your strap muscles, you can do a small excersize - in a relaxed position and your mouth open, place your hand underneath your collarbone to one side firmly, pinning the skin down - tilt your head backwards and close your mouth - hold for a few secconds, then close your mouth and tilt your head back to a normal position - repeat on other side you should be able to feel a pulling in the strap muscle on eather side, generally one is tigher then the other. doing this excersise can help you make them a lil more flexable, witch helps you maintain your deep voice when you move your head around making your voice deeper / lowering the larynx :
on an anatomical level, you are going to control your strap muscles to tug your windpipe downwards, creating more space and a deeper sound you can feel this in your mouth, use your toungue to feel the bottom of your mouth, this bottom part of your mouth is what you wanna try to make bigger, kindof like a frog
people sometimes refer to this as speaking with a yawn, or liken it to trying to eat something large like a snowglobe, but this is a ultimately harmful way of thinking about it, and generally leads to people moving their larynx and mouth in a way that is straining, not very helpful for making your voice deeper, and also kindof slimey sounding you should not feel pressure in the back of your throat or the top of your mouth, you should only feel the pulling of your strap muscles and the expanding of the bottom portion of your mouth. below your toungue if you place your hand where your adams apple would be, you should be able to feel it bulge and tense up when you do this
you can do vocal slides in order to practice this - drink some water and clear your throat - take a deep breath and, at a volume and pitch that is comfortable and natural for you, open your mouth and go aaaaaa - trying to keep your mouth open the same ammount as you go, try and expand your tube, feeling the bottom of your mouth inflate a little, you can feel your throat to have phisical confermation of if you are doing it correctly - once you have reached the maximum ammount of open that is comfortable for you, try and hold that note as long as you can, being careful not to slide your pitch up if done correctly it should sound something like :
you need to make sure that you are pacing your air properly, you should be able to hold the note at a consistant volume for the length of the slide here is an example of a slide done without properly pacing your air, this is called "vocal fry"
you can help avoid this by doing the slide slower, you dont have to rush getting to the lowest note as fast as possible, try not to stress your vocal cords this slide is very difficult, if you are having trouble, you can modify the excersize if your issue is keeping your volume consistant, or keeping your jaw open the same ammount, you can do the same thing but humming instead
if your issue is pacing your air, and going into vocal fry, you can do the same thing, but you pant like a dog
being louder / vocal weight : vocal weight describes how loud you are / how much air you are pushing through your windpipe, if you find you are too quiet, you can try doing a volume slide
- drink some water and clear your throat - take a deep breath and, at LOW volume open your mouth and go aaaaaa, i would reccomend doing this at your normal pitch - trying to keep your mouth open the same ammount as you go, increase the ammount of air you let through your lungs, getting louder - hold it as loud as you can for as long as you can, and once you run out of air you can stop as with the other slide, you wanna make sure you do this one slowly, and make sure to start the slide at a low volume, this is to help you get more familiar with controlling the ammount of air you let through your windpipe once you get comfortable with that, you should combine that with the previous slide, and try to expand your tube/ lower your larynx as you get louder
maintaining that depth when speaking :
speaking is the same thing as singing, but it involves way more movement of the mouth, and if you dont change your technique a little between speaking and singing it will sound bad try to keep in mind the position of your tongue, while flattening it can help with getting the opening of your tube part down, you dont wanna actually talk like that, try to have your toungue in a natural position just resting against your bottom teeth try not to compress your throat, you shouldnt feel any kind of pressure against your windpipe, you should only feel a pulling in your strap muscles if you notice your voice sounds slimey or nasaly or muffled, youre focusing a little bit too hard on creating good mouth space that youre messing with your throat space
if you sound slimey, make sure you arent flattening your toungue against the bottom of your mouth, and that you arent straining or over exerting yourself, it shouldnt feel painful or tense at the back of your throat or top of your mouth if you have a hard time maintaining your voice while doing things you should stretch your strap muscles using the excersize in the anatomy section, if they arent super flexable then its going to be hard maintaining your voice while tilting your head when you start its gonna be pretty hard, so make sure that you dont overexert yourself or get hyperfixated on having a deep voice 24/7, you dont wanna damage your voice at all not being embarrassed / practical use :
alot of vocal training excersizes sound pretty stupid, but you dont have to do the excersizes exactly how they are shown here when doing my vocal training i generally sing or hum to a song, ideally one with alot of sustained notes and that doesnt require very fast pitch changes if you want a song i like to start with, i like this one by cats millionare, but you can really do whatever song you like as long as it works good for you
while not required having a male vocalist in the song can also help. it helps switch vocal training from a concious effort to a more subconcious thing, because your brain trys to mimic the voice of the people you listen to with speaking around people i used to feel a little embarrassed about using my deeper voice, because it made me feel like im just like. a stupid little boy trying to make my voice deeper to sound cool. but one thing you have to realize about this kind of thought is that its internalized transphobia if speaking in a certain way, even if its unnatural, makes you happier then you should do it, the idea of having a "natural" and "unnatural" voice is a common idea in transphobic retoric, this idea that youre "faking" a voice so you can "trick people" into "thinking that youre a different gender" ultimately, youre doing this to become more happy and comfortable in your voice, and if anybody HAS an issue with that or think that thats stupid, then theyre transphobic, though they probably dont realize it. if you dont like singing or humming, you can also just speak and read things out, there really is no reccomendation i have for this, maybe get on a call with your friends and play a visual novel or something, reading out all the dialougue. having friends while you do this helps, as you can have them remind you when you start losing or slipping up with the deeper voice you dont actually have to make sound to vocal train, you can do it in complete silence, anatomically youre just moving the muscles in your mouth a certain way, and the sound part is done by blowing air through, but the making sound part is just the final step of the excersizes and it is optional. you can vocal train in complete silence at any time i would reccomend doing it with sound to start, but as you get more used to it then you can do it without the sound to practice most importantly for doing it consistantly though is dont make it a chore to do, while the anatomical and technical aspects are important to learn the most important thing is having it be practical for you to do, so find a method to do it regularly that works for you you dont have to like, do it 24/7 or anything, though you will build a habit for it quicker if you do. if you need to switch how deep your voice is around family thats not gonna somehow take away your progress
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do you believe me now? | 7
in which spencer reid and inexperienced!fem reader sleep together for the first time
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18+ (smut) warnings/tags: loss of virginity, oral f/m receiving, so much praise, pain during sex, unprotected sex, cr**mp**, bit of overstim, soft dom spence, if u don't like that freak shit (love and intimacy) this is not for u, spencer is a nerd, they're both nerds actually and that factors in heavily, you may get more from this part by FIRST reading how they met in this bonus chapter a/n: thank you all for being patient, ilysm, this was the most laborious thing i've ever done for no reason and also this part changed so many times and is not what i expected it to be so pls go in with tempered expectations and keep in mind that this story is more about the characters and their specific relationship dynamic than just being porn. i truly have no idea how you guys will react to this but i sincerely hope you love it and them like i do<3 also it's twice as long as the other parts so feedback would be very very appreciated! again i love u all and enjoy the penultimate part!
Spencerâs lips are on yours, and you werenât expecting itâhell, you werenât expecting him to be in your apartment. After all, heâd wished you goodnight and walked out only a moment ago.
âSpencerâwhââÂ
But heâs insistent with his lips, kissing you bruisingly over and over like thereâs nectar on your tongue and heâs parched for you. Still, he has enough decency to not completely ignore you, exhaling a quick excuse over your flushed lips.Â
âI missed you.â
This time, though, you dodge his hungry kiss. Part of you thinks, as he watches you, eyes alight and breathing heavily, that he sort of likes your playing hard to get. Itâs not something you do very often, admittedly.Â
âWeâve been apart for like, maybe a minute.â
âI didnât even make it to the parking lot.â
Your face heats. Â
âWell you canât justâyou canât just walk in like that! And I thought you said we werenât supposed to mix fighting with pleasure.â
âThen start locking your door. And I thought you said we werenât fighting.â
You roll your eyes in response, though your heart is still pittering in your chest.Â
At least his hands move to your arms, stroking up and down relatively chastelyâalthough he has this way of making everything seem intimate. Especially when paired with those amber eyes of hisâglowing like a candlelight beacon in the window guiding you home. He speaks in low, appeasing tones and darts his tongue over his lips.Â
âI originally said itâs a bad idea for couples to sleep together after an argument. But you knowâmakeup sex is ubiquitous across culture and time because it works. Anger and arousal trigger a lot of the same hormones, specifically norepinephrine which is involved in feelings of longing andââ
âSpencer.â
âYou know what else?â He mutters in a way that feels dangerous. âIt tends to feel better than regular sex.â
That earns a shaky exhale from you. Whether from irritation or arousal is anyoneâs guessâprobably a combination of both.Â
âSo you came back to fuck me?â
Itâs probably evident to Spencer from your choice of language that this already isnât going exactly as heâd planned. He doesnât answer right awayâjust regards you, gaze bouncing between your two eyes like heâs trying to calculate your level of anger.Â
âIs that what weâre calling it now?â
You push him away and move to walk down the hall.Â
âMaybe your window of opportunity has passed.â
A warm hand wraps around your wrist in the dark of the hallway and he pulls you back until youâre falling against something tall and warm and lean. The smell of polished amber and sandalwood overwhelms your senses.Â
âWhatâs wrong, angel? What happened in the minute I was gone to change your mind?â His voice is scratchy like a favorite record. Itâs the voice he could hold you captive with. The one you have a very difficult time saying no to.Â
âI donât know,â you mutter, unintentionally leaning back against him. âWhat happened to change yours?â
His response comes pressed against your ear, half-lost in your hair.Â
âYouâre upset that I changed my mind. I thought you wanted this, honey.â
âI do,â you admit, letting your head fall back against his shoulder and bringing his arm to wrap around you. âAnd if you hadnât walked out earlier I wouldâve done it. But⊠Iâm tired of us doing everything on your timeline. You just⊠you expect me to be amenable to what you want, constantly.â His nose and lips press into your shoulder.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âLike⊠Iâve been begging you to sleep with me for I donât even know how long. And you keep changing your mind, and I feel like youâre being really confusing about it. Obviously you donât have to sleep with me, you never did, but I just feel kind of⊠jerked around. And you did it again tonight.â
A beat of silence.Â
âI understand your frustration,â he appeases, securing both his arms around you. You cling weakly to his wrist, to his warmth, like heâs a tether in a storm. âWould you prefer to wait until you initiate it?â
âNo. Yes! I donât know,â you huff, disentangling yourself from his arms and continuing toward your bedroom. âNow Iâm annoyed at you again.â
He follows you right through the door.Â
âJust tell me what to do! I donât want to be annoying.â
âI canât. Iâm being unreasonable.â You flick on your adjoining bathroom light and examine yourself in the mirror. Yeesh. The eye makeup situation is abysmal after all the crying that has taken place over the course of the evening.Â
âSo choose to be reasonable and tell me what you want from me. Iâll give it to you.â
You frown at your reflection, pushing your hair back and rubbing at some excess mascara.Â
âNo, youâre not understanding me. Iâm not choosing to be unreasonable. My thought process regarding the situation is inherently unreasonable and thereâs nothing I can do about it because itâs just the way I feel.â
âThe feeling being that Iâve been too domineering over how our sexual relationship has unfolded?â
Spencer watches you in the bathroom mirror, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed as you tip some makeup remover onto a reusable cotton pad. You try not to check him out as you nod, but itâs impossibleâwith his sleeves rolled up to show defined forearms cradled in capable hands, and his hair all messy.Â
When he pushes off the wall you freeze, unsure of his next moveâuntil heâs gently spinning you around and taking the bottle and cloth from your hands.Â
âMaybe it would help,â he begins, soft as he focuses on the new task, carefully bringing the round to your right eye so he can remove the bleeding mascara. You allow your eyes to flutter shut. âIf I remind you why Iâve been so hesitant.â
âBecause you hate giving me joy.â
He laughs, nothing more than one huff from his nose.Â
âYouâre spoiled and we both know it.â
Point taken, as he gently wipes your makeup away for you. Your silence is his cue to continue.Â
âEverything I said about worrying that you would regret choosing me is true. It was especially true when I thought you felt lukewarm toward me. And all of that confusing stuff I said in the phone is true tooâhaving sex for the first time is incredibly intimate and weird and sometimes scary. If youâre not 100% sure about your partner, or if you think your feelings are unrequited, itâs hard to be completely comfortable in such a vulnerable situation and your likelihood of getting hurt or having regrets skyrockets. I know that from experience. I wanted better for you than what I got. Still, I know it was wrong to project my feelings about the significance of sex onto you. In that regard, youâre right. I was being domineering, and I guess⊠I guess to an extent Iâm still deflecting. I shouldnât be trying to pretend like itâs about you when in reality I mostly just didnât want to get hurt again. I didnât want to go through that again, and thatâs okay, but I shouldnât have made you feel like it was something you could have changed.â
You try to process that.Â
âGo through what?â You whisper hoarsely. Something about having him at such close range while he takes such care with you feels whisper-y.Â
âSleeping with someone who didnât love me back.â
Your reply is small.Â
âOh. Right.â
How could anyone not love him back?
Spencerâs reply is simple and kind, without a hint of, obviously you dumb bitchâwhich is pretty much what youâre thinking to yourself.Â
âDoes that make sense, lovely? Do you understand why I wanted to wait?â
He lets you ponder for a while in comfortable-enough silence as he finishes removing your eye makeup with a characteristically gentle hand. When you open your eyes, he looks genuinely content, screwing the lid back on the bottle as if heâs got an eternity to wait for your answer.Â
âYeah. That part makes sense. But why did you seem so⊠I donât know, like, wishy-washy about it?â
Spencerâs eyes dart up to meet yours, brows slightly raised. Then a small laugh bubbles up from somewhere inside him.Â
âBecause Iâm obsessed with you. I thought about you like that constantly. I still do.â
Your breath catches at the casual admission.Â
âOh.â
Spencer hums, setting the bottle down before tenderly thumbing away some excess mascara that he must have missed from under your eye.Â
âYou didnât think it was easy for me, did you?â
âWell⊠kind of,â you admit, tracking his eyes until they meet yours.Â
âNot sleeping with you has been among the hardest things Iâve ever done. Especially when you started begging me. That first time, when I picked you up from Penelopeâs and you asked me why we hadnât had sex yetâŠâ
He trails off, still rubbing at your cheek as he loses himself in thought.Â
Eventually, you grow impatient, prompting, âwhat?â
âItâs not a nice thought.â
âWell, you have to tell me now,â you insist.Â
He half smiles, thumb straying to your lips.Â
âIt was just⊠you had no idea what you were talking about, and you were ready to throw a tantrum in my living room until I gave you what you thought you wanted. Part of me was imagining bending you over the couch right then, since you thought you were so ready.â
It feels like someone has snipped the pulley that keeps your stomach in place.Â
âSpencer,â you splutter, convinced your cheek is tangibly heating under his touch as your head reels at the revelation that he could have such a deeply dirty and mildly sinister mind.Â
âI told you it wasnât nice.â
You swallow.Â
âIs that⊠is that still what you want?â
His brows flicker again and he tucks hair behind your ear.Â
âTo bend you over my couch? No.â
Your face warms even more and you turn to leave the bathroom, sick of his teasing.Â
âOkay, goodniââ
âHold on.â Spencer catches you by your waist and pulls you back into him for the second time tonight. A dangerous smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. âI know what you meant. And no, I donât want to bend you over my couch.â He laughs, slipping a hand under your shirt to rub your back. âYou know what I want. Iâm more interested in learning what you want.â
âI wantâŠâ Your eyes dance between his, and your heart flutters against the confines of your chest as you realize what youâve wanted for so long is finally yours for the taking. âI want to stop talking about it.â
His expression neutralizes and you know itâs probably intentional to stop whatever feelings you assume him to be having color your decision.Â
âOh?â
âI just think weâve talked about it enough.â
Before he can say another word, or ask you another question, you kiss him with such passion thereâs no way he can doubt how much you want this.Â
Only a moment passes before he allows himself to lean into it, cupping your face between reverent hands and taking control of the pace of the kiss, slowing it down until you can hardly breathe. Your little noise of want has him quickening the process, pressing against you until youâre walking backward out of the bathroom. Itâs like the first crack in a dam. After that, everything becomes inevitable.Â
Your knees hit the back of the bed and you sit down hard on the mattress, smiling up at him. You skim the front of his thighs with your palms as he smooths your hair.
Spencer groans, leaning down and kissing you til youâre on your back.Â
âDonât make that face.â
An affronted huff from you breaks the kiss up and he pulls back to study your expression.Â
âWhat do you mean donât make that face? I was just smiling at you.â
âI know you were. And you have such a pretty smile it makes me feel guilty aboutâŠÂ defiling you.â
Your brows flicker up and your mouth drops open with an affronted scoff.
âWatch yourself. Iâll defile you.â
âYou already have,â he admits with a half-laugh as he kisses you again. âMy mind was never this dirty before we met.â
âHm. Tell me you like my smile.â
He pauses and then chuckles dryly against your mouth.Â
âI love your smile. Youâre gorgeous. Any more demands?â
Pleased, you shake your head and pull him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist.Â
âNot currently.â
âReally?â he murmurs, trailing kisses over your cheek and down your jaw, âIâd do just about anything you asked me right now. You donât want to take advantage of that?â
The sensation of his lips just below your ear threatens all rational thought in your brain, but you manage a reply with only a slight delay and a hint of a waver coloring your tone.Â
âI shouldnât have to demand things. You should just know to do them.â
His kisses drag lower, warm and unhurried and youâre trying not to let your hyper-sensitivity from going a week completely untouched showâbut you doubt he misses the way your breath catches, or the barely audible squeaks, or the arch of your back or the tightening grip on his shirt.Â
âWell, for future referenceââ he nips at a sensitive spot and you gasp quietly, even as you tilt your head to offer him more access. More room to bite, if he so chooses. ââI happen to enjoy it when you make demands of me. Especially when those demands entail letting me call you pretty.â
âIâve never not let you call me pretty before,â you huff. Itâs a touchy subject, and Spencer can probably sense your hackles rising, but he has you right where he wants you and so he pushes anyway.Â
âNo. But you never believe me. Weâve had this conversation. You always act like Iâm walking you to the gallows when I compliment you.âÂ
Itâs hard to make a defense when heâs leaning his weight onto one arm so he can unbutton your jeans, when heâs looking down at you with sparkling onyx and scorched-earth eyes like youâre something to be consumed. But not violently, noâardently. Like fruit heavy on the vine. Like youâre a religious rite to the devout and deluded. A sacrament.
But itâs not a blind passion. Spencer knows you; every inch of you and every loose thread on your soul begging to be pulled. He knows you and he still wants you like this. To be perfectly honest, youâd never thought youâd feel comfortable handing yourself over to someone like thisâvulnerable and all your layers of armor shed. Never in your life would you have thought you could trust a person so implicitly that youâd hand them a knife and show them exactly where to press, that youâd say, I know once you open me and you see me youâll not want to change a thing.
You adore him. Cosmically. Enormously. In every dimension. Heâs lodged so deep in your heart you have no choice but to love him eternally.Â
Itâs deep in the midst of all these very profound revelations that you realize Spencer has stalled with your zipper undone. His hand has strayed to your hip, to sweetly push your shirt up and trace love letters into warmed and downy skin with his thumb.Â
âI just wish you could see yourself how I see you,â he says softly, the weight of the truth a strain on his vocal cords.Â
Sometimes, he is so kind itâs like a punch to your stomach. Youâve never been quite as kind as him. And nobodyâs ever been as kind to you as he is. Youâve done nothing to deserve his kindness, but you know he needs a place for it, and youâre here with open arms.Â
He studies you a moment longer, swallowing as his eyes trail over your face and lower. You want to reach out and brush strands of caramel hair out of his face, but he seems to be thinking so hard youâre hesitant to distract him.Â
âIâve never told you this, because I know youâd just shoot it down, but⊠you are genuinely the most beautiful girl Iâve ever met in my life.â
Something twinges in the depths of your stomachâthe darker shades who live there and exist solely to whisper not enough not enough not enough to you every minute of every day.Â
But theyâre simply not a match for the softness you find when you do reach out for his hair, or the way he looks at you. Spencer loosely wraps his fingers around your wristânot a cuff, but an affectionate hold.Â
âDo you believe me?â
Thereâs so much earnest hope in his voice it almost jars you. He so badly wants you to understand how feels about youâheâs been trying to tell you for months and all you know how to do is refute his praise and insist on your worthlessness.Â
Ever since Spencer, you donât see the faces on magazine covers or in superhero movies, no matter how mathematically flawless they are. Nobody gets close to being as beautiful as he is in your eyes. Heâs in an entirely different echelon, and despite how you feel about yourself, you have to accept that he might feel the same about you.Â
âI do,â you say, equally soft, and 100% honest. You believe that he believes it, and thatâs enough. Itâs all that matters.Â
The shallow knit of his brow loosens. His lips ease into a suggestion of a smile. But itâs most visible in his eyesâthe way smoldering coals reignite, melting the amber glass of his irises until theyâre molten.Â
The way he kisses you then, youâd think youâd lassoed the moon and pulled it down from the sky for him. But apparently all it takes to make him incandescently, contagiously happy, is to accept a compliment.
Thereâs a renewed sense of urgency on his breath as he kisses you deeply and quick enough your heart is racing. It only goes faster when he remembers his previous task and begins tugging your jeans down, but he doesnât even bother to pull them past your knees before his hand is creeping up your thigh. Goosebumps race each other across your body as you try to remember what it feels likeâwhat he feels like. But you canât, even as his thumb fans over your inner thigh and pushes it open, gently encouraging you to give him more access to you.Â
âYouâre not wasting any time,â you breathe against him while he traces the edge of your underwear.
âDo you want me to slow down?â
Judging by the way the tips of his fingers only barely shy away from the fabric, he really wants the answer to be no. But you know in his searching gaze that heâd never push you.Â
âNo, itâs fine. As long as we⊠donât go this fast the whole time.â
âWe wonât.â The hasty words are of lower priority than the next kiss he plants to your swollen lips. âWe wonât. I just missed you so much.â
âYeah?â You giggle airily as he drags his fingers over your clit through the material, trying to ignore the way it makes your head spin.Â
âYes. Yeah.â
Youâre not sure youâve ever seen him like this, soâŠÂ desperate for you, as he drops his lips to your neck and presses barely-there kisses everywhere he knows youâre sensitive. Just the feeling of his breath against your skin has you shivering. His hand between your legs only brushes your most nerve-dense spot, but a few touches in and youâre already wound up, like if Spencer doesnât give you more soon youâll burst. And not in the good way.Â
When he finally commits to actually kissing your neck, you squeak, warmth emanating from that spot just below your jaw all the way to your toes. The frantic energy of earlier is slowly melting away, and he loses focus with his hand, as it begins straying wider, stroking your hip, your inner thigh, your stomach. Itâs like your nerve endings are on overdrive, delivering twice as much feedback to your brain as they normally would. Each touch feels like heâs conducting electricity over your body, like youâre a plasma ball. Heâd probably like that analogyâyou, a core of alternating voltage, and him, the conductor, tracing a path and giving all those electrons an easy release. If you werenât so distracted, youâd tell Spencer you found a way to work Nikola Tesla into your mutual sex life, and heâd probably propose on the spot.Â
But that electricity is building fastâeven more so when he drags his lips down just above your collarbone. Your breath hitches, simultaneously trying to crane your neck to give him more room, and curl into him so as to escape the stimulation. Finally he pulls away, and losing the softness of his mouth while the air feels so cold against the places heâd kissed almost hurts.Â
âYouâre a mess,â he chuckles affectionately, raising his hand to brush hair away from your face before stroking the heated high point of your cheek. âWhat am I going to do with you?â
Itâs teasing, but so low and gentle and honeyed it swirls your stomach.Â
âWhatever you want,â you admit quietly. Itâs a shy confession more than it is a salacious flirtation because he already has you. And you want nothing more than for him to act on that in any way he so pleases. Whatever he does, it will be careful, and kind, and because he loves you. You know that no matter how he takes you apartâheâll put you back together again.Â
âI donât know if IÂ can. Youâre all jumpy.â
God, he has the prettiest smileâeven when itâs twisted with sarcasm and a thin veneer of guilt, like he knows he shouldnât be teasing and just canât help himself.Â
âIâm not,â you defend, face heating further. âIâm not nervous. I donât know what it is.â
That sticky sweet tone is back, pooling in his eyes and dripping all over you like nectar as he languidly looks you over.Â
âI didnât say you were nervous. Just a little bit jumpy.â
Itâs not accusatoryâheâs simply stating a fact. Easy, gentle, designed to soothe.Â
You shrug helplessly and chew on your lip, unsure of how he wants you to respond. Itâs definitely true that excited as you are, youâre slightly on edge. You feel taut as a string on a guitar, tense and waiting to be yanked at any second.Â
His expression is serene, and his thoughts inscrutable as he continues lavishing you with his eyes, down to where heâs lying over you and back up. His lips part, but he doesnât speak for a moment as he formulates his words.Â
âCan we try something? Thereâs this tantric exercise that might help you relax.â
Your brows draw earnestly and you nod up at him, not requiring any convincing even though you have no idea what heâs talking about.Â
Spencer directs you to sit up, and you doâkicking your jeans all the way off so you can sit criss-cross with your hands braced on your ankles.Â
Heâs next to you on the bed, at a slight angle, one of your knees in his lap. You blink at him.Â
âNow what?â
âNow you give me one of your hands,â he says, tone tinted with a hint of an amused smile, as if your impatience is funny to him. Of course it probably is.Â
Frowning only a little, you unlock your left arm and hold it out for him, watching curiously as he takes your one hand between his and flips it palm-up.Â
âDid you know,â Spencer begins, voice low and confidential, âthat the fingertips are the second most sensitive part of the human body?â
âWhatâs the first?â
âLips,â he murmurs, eyes fixed on your hand where heâs brushing the tips of your fingers light enough it almost tickles. âTheyâre both incredibly important for keeping you alive, which is why theyâre one and two. But youâll be particularly sensitive anywhere youâre vulnerable.â His words are trailing off as he brushes his thumb over your palm and to the delicate skin of your wrist. âLike here.â
His knuckles skim up your forearm, to the crook of your elbow.Â
âAnd especially here.â
Youâre fascinated as he traces back down the length of your arm and over your inner-wrist, feather light. Then up once more, with the blunted edges of his nails, and your breath catches. Youâve never noticed how sensitive such an innocuous part of your body could be, but it has your stomach flippingâmore so when he looses a breathy laugh. âYou know, some people are actually able to reach orgasm just by light stimulation to this area.â
Your response is just as airyâyou donât recognize your voice when it comes out like that, hanging in the pitch black between you.Â
âReally?âÂ
An affirmative hum from him, as he lifts your hand and places an intentional kiss over your pulse at the bend of your wrist. Your chest aches and heat is pooling in your stomach as his gently trails them up the delicate skin of your arm. Maybe you should be embarrassed by the reaction youâre havingâafter all, itâs just your arm. But he treats every part of you like it warrants love and attention and intimacy. Even the parts you typically ignore. Certainly parts you never considered to be sexually or romantically relevant. Itâs dizzying. Itâs like magic.Â
âArms up,â Spencer finally directs, just as sweetly as heâs doing everything else, and helps you tug your shirt over your head. Every brush of fabric, every seam against your skin registers more than it normally would. Everything is heightened, and despite your state of undress youâre still warm. âYour neck is really sensitive, too. Itâs the most commonly acknowledged erogenous zone.â
Erogenous zone. Of course this all comes back to biology.Â
âTilt your head for me, honey.â
Utterly entranced and useless to not abide by him, you do so. Spencer brushes your hair over your shoulder, and if the slip of it down your back werenât enough, the graze of his fingertips against the nape of your neck has you shivering.Â
The warmth of him at your throat feels completely brand new, despite having already had his lips there only minutes before. But now they ghost over your skin with a kind of novelty, and your own lips part in silent pleasure, head lolling to allow him greater access.
âLie back.â
Without hesitation (but perhaps a bit sluggishly in your stupor) you obey, sliding down until youâre propped up only by pillows once more. Spencer takes his place propped above you once more, thighs slotted with yours as he quickly picks up where he left off.Â
The sweet kisses are perfect and feel so much better than youâd ever thought to notice beforeâbut at the same time your core aches and thereâs that pressure building again thatâs starting to get to you.Â
âSpencer,â you try, and it comes out hoarse but you donât care at all. âMore.â
âYou want me to leave marks?âÂ
And the offer is so tempting youâll wait a few more minutes to ask for what you really need, nodding semi-frantically and âmhmâ-ing desperately.Â
As he gently latches onto a spot that will require concealer later but feels fantastic for now, one of his hands slips down your side, just barely letting his nails skim, and your back actually arches. Itâs a shocking amount of stimulation for being nowhere near any sexual hotspots. That tiny caught breath dissolves as his fingers continue down just as lightly over your hip and thigh. Your muscles tense as you chase and run away from the feeling. Itâs ridiculous.
Thereâs no point in trying to keep your eyes open nowâthey grow heavy and you let them fall shut as he sucks another love bite to your throat.Â
âFeels good, doesnât it? Itâs kind of weird.â He says, voicing your thoughts as he eventually decides the mark will be sufficiently dark.Â
âYeah,â you agree, lacking all eloquence as he caresses every sensitive place you didnât know you had and your hips writhe minutely in a little desperate dance of your own creation.Â
âMost people arenât aware of the potential of the erogenous zones that arenât actual sex organs. They donât pay attention to them. You know what else is an interesting function of erotic stimulation to areas that arenât directly involved in reproduction?â
âHm,â you hum as his hand skims to your back. You lean into it and he promptly undoes your bra with a single handâa skill youâre not even sure you have.Â
âIt releases not quite as much oxytocin as an orgasm but more than sexual pleasure alone. So youâre less tense before sex than you usually would be, and youâre primed to build more trust and feel more connected with your partner during.â
God, heâs a nerd. And itâs so, so hot.Â
You roll over on your back again and look up at him through half-lidded eyes. The corner of his mouth flickers as he takes in your expression, before trailing downward, following the path his fingertips make over your skin as they tug the straps over your shoulders. Trying to stop him, to be shy, would be a pointless venture. Heâs seen you like this and you want him to see you again.Â
A shaky exhale of his own brings a little smile to your face as he pulls your bra away and observes the newly bared skin with a hunger that you can feel.Â
âI missed you,â he murmurs, eyes cast pointedly down and thumb brushing over the side of your right breast.Â
âYou mentioned.â
âIâm not allowed to say it again?â He teases, leaning down to kiss you soft. Your lips curve against his.Â
âYou can say it as many times as you want.â
Spencer hums, finally thumbing over your breastâs sensitive peak. It sends a chill down your back and seeing as youâre already worked up to the point of near insanity, the pleasure from such a simple touch is much stronger than it would be otherwise.Â
âGood. Because I missed you a lot.â
After that, he doesnât waste much timeâonly toying with your flesh for another minute as he kisses you before his hand is skimming down your abdomen and dipping below the waistband of your underwear.Â
âPlease,â you whisper, tilting your hips toward him when he doesnât move to touch you anymore.Â
âPlease what?â
âSpencer, donât.â
He smiles at this, pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth as his hand travels lower. Fingers slip between wet folds and he begins making the lightest of circles over your clit.Â
âYouâve probably been waiting long enough, huh? I should be nicer.â
Your answer is a breathy almost-whine as you seek more friction against his hand.Â
âYeah.â
âYeah,â he agrees, pressing down harder. The sensation sends sparks down to your toes and you attempt to clamp your legs shut around his wrist. âThese need to stay open,â Spencer chuckles, âor else I canât help you.â
âSorry.â
âDonât apologize.â The words are a sweet sing-song against your cheek as he kisses you there, before hooking his fingers into the fabric of your underwear and pulling down. You try to help wiggle out of them as best you can, gasping when he tosses them away and immediately returns his hand between your legs. He dips his head down, tongue lathing over your breast, and teases you with the tip of one finger circling around your entrance.Â
âI needââ
âShh. Let me worry about it.â
With that, heâs dipping his ring and middle fingers just barely inside of you to the first knuckle, then back out, before pushing a bit deeper, and repeating the cycle until theyâre as far as theyâll go. When he slowly starts fucking you with them, still mouthing sweetly at your breast, youâre ready to melt.Â
The room is quiet except for your breathy mewls, the lewd, wet sound of his fingers inside of you, and the blood rushing in your ears. Soon your breast pops from between his lips and he finds somewhere else to leave his mark. Spencer is turning you into a work of art, with his fingers, with his mouth. You donât mind at all. Youâd let him sign his name, if he couldâbut you doubt heâd let you get his name tattooed.Â
Soon you stop fighting the perpetual tug of your lids down and let them flutter shut, loosing a freer moan as he brushes over that sweet spot inside you. Even when heâd told you how to find it over the phone, it wasnât the same. It wasnât like thisâmaddening enough to have your hips twisting again and that hot bed of coals in your tummy sparking.Â
âSpencer,â you warn, leg twitching as he stokes the fire beyond the point where you can passively enjoy it. Either heâs got to slow down or heâs got to let you burn all the way up. You practically jump when you feel his tongue flick over your clitâyou hadnât even been aware of his shifting positions. Maybe youâre more out of it than youâd previously thought. Your eyes shoot open and he does it again. âOh, fuck.â
The words are simple, quiet, and apparently thatâs not enough. Before you can even process the sensation of the tip of his tongue on you heâs latching onto your clit, suckling in a way that has your vision momentarily going out. You cry out and kick involuntarily, hips jumping up, but he captures your leg and presses you down into the mattress so no matter how much you squirm and squeak you canât get away.Â
âFuckfuckfuck, Spencer I waâahâsnât readyâoh my god.â
He remembers his fingers deep inside you and begins rutting them and you hiss, inhaling sharply through your teeth before letting it all out in a tremulous moan. The orgasm is building up so quickly it almost feels like an attack on your poor body as you try to process it all to no avail. Every sound you make is a vulnerable mess of pleasure and pain, a clear fear of surrendering to something inevitable. Of course, it doesnât really hurt at all. As usual, heâs blindsided you. Found you unprepared. You rake your fingers through Spencerâs hair, continuing on with your shaky moans that sound half-worried.Â
âOh, please.â Really, youâre just pleading to be put out of your misery. Itâs in moments like this, as the black is creeping in around the edges of your vision and your thoughts become threads in the tangle of an existence knotting in on itself with no discernible end or beginning in your mind until everything is completely abstract, that youâre reminded why the French refer to orgasm as the little death. Â
Your fingers lace tight enough in the wilds of his hair to pull, and he groans against you, and those vibrations are your undoing. You succumb to the dark momentarily but he continues a loving assault of gentle kisses to your clitâcareful enough so as to be inoffensive even after the euphoria abates and youâre hypersensitive, still relishing soft strands of hair between your knuckles.Â
Youâre breathing hard as you blink your vision back, looking down at him as he looks up at you from his place between your legs and rubs the top of your thigh.
âI wasnât ready,â you pant, lips flashing into a tired smile that doesnât hold a candle to his own livelier one.Â
âTook it like a champ.â
If you werenât already so warm his sarcastic comment would inspire more heat in the apples of your cheeks.Â
âDr. Spencer Reid using sports idioms?â You smile as he climbs back up your body.Â
âItâs unreasonably sexy that you said idiom and not simile.â He kisses you, grin mirroring yours, and you donât complain about the slick still on his lips. âAnd look at that. Not afraid to kiss me when I taste like you anymore.â
âI remember what you said,â you whisper, eyes bouncing between his, glowing amber pools in the low light. The words echo in your head from the first time heâd gone down on you and youâd been hesitant to taste yourself.Â
One day, Iâll make you come just like that again, and then Iâm going to fuck you, and youâre really going to want me to kiss you then, angel.
âSo do I,â he points out needlessly. âEerily prophetic, hm?â
âI think you just like going down on me,â you laugh.Â
Without the light on, his smile is just as brilliant as usual. Â
âYou might be right about that.â
Another interlude of quiet begins, but you donât mind it. Taking this slow, as desperate as youâve been for it, feels nice. Easy. Waves of burning need ebb and flow, but for now, it feels nice to be bathed in his candlelight gaze, know youâre loved, and nothing else.Â
âWhat next?â You whisper after a long moment, lifting your hand to trace the line of his jaw. He leans into it slightly, lips brushing your palm.Â
âThatâs up to you, angel. Whatâs going to make you feel most comfortable?âÂ
Your bottom lip rolls between your teeth as you think and he tracks the movement, corner of his mouth twitching fondly.Â
âIt might help if you werenât fully clothed.â
âI think we could probably do something about that.â
He pecks the tip of your nose playfully and then heâs pushing off the bed. Your brow wrinkles as you follow suit only partially, sitting up with your legs folded under you and pulling the sheets over your body to combat the chill and the vulnerability of being completely naked.Â
âOh, my god. You had your shoes on that whole time?â
âI got distracted,â Spencer defends, almost tripping over himself in his hurry to slip the loafers off.Â
You clutch the sheet to your chest, watching the adorable way he pushes his hair out of his face as he rushes. Heâs so clearly excitedâit shows in the flush of his cheek and his even worse than usual coordination.Â
âBut on my bed?â
âIâm sorry,â he says without seeming very apologetic, leaning down to catch your chin between his thumb and forefinger and pressing his lips to yours. âIâll pay to have your comforter dry cleaned. Iâll buy you a new one. I donât care.â
âHow chivalrous.â
âIÂ am,â he insists against your lips, shaped by what is surely a boyish smirk.Â
Unsurprisingly, you get lost in the kiss, dropping the sheet to hang onto his shoulders. Spencer takes advantage of the once-more revealed skin, rubbing your thigh with slow passes in a way that has you all lit up again already. It doesnât help that his tie is skimming right over the recess between your folded thighs as he leans over your seated form, kissing you deeper as the moments pass.Â
âYouâre distracting me now,â you scold, but your voice is quiet and smiley as your noses brush.Â
âDo you want to help me with my clothes?â
You nod, heart hatching like a cocoon and already slipping a finger into the knot of his tie so you can tug perhaps not gently enough. He chuckles, bracing himself with his fists on either side of your lap as you pull and yank until the fabric comes loose and you slip it from around his neck, flinging it blindly for dramatic effect. Then he slowly draws back to his full height, until youâre about eye-level with his chest. His gaze fixes on you, feverish and intent as he finds the buckle of his belt without looking. The slide of leather on leather, the jingle of the metal has the hairs on the back of your neck rising and you fight a chill as he pins you with his stareâfeeling rather powerless as he towers over you, still essentially fully clothed while youâre completely naked.Â
You probably shouldnât be as thrilled by it as you are.Â
Spencer tosses the belt on the floor and watches on, utterly charmed as you rise to your knees. His hands find your waist, steadying you as you begin unbuttoning his shirt with slow, careful fingers.Â
âSee?â You murmur bashfully. âHelping.â
His voice is equally as soft.Â
âVery helpful. Thank you.â
The tension in the quiet room gets to be too much and you have to focus hard on the task at hand, failing to bite back a twisty smile. For once, he keeps his stupid perfect mouth shut and lets you push the fabric of his open shirt from his shoulders in humid silence.Â
Your fingers skate down his torso and you watch the muscles tense. You wonder if he notices the way he pulls you slightly closer or if itâs subconscious as you both track the path of your hands.Â
âYour button is on the wrong side,â you note, voice wavering slightly, once your fingers stall at the waistband of his pants.
Spencer chuckles. You feel silly.Â
âMen and womenâs clothing tend to have the buttons on different sides, if thatâs what you mean.â
âOh.â A beat of silence, before the words come pouring out. âIâm sorry, I donât know why I said that. Iâm still a little bit nervous, I think.â
âThatâs okay,â Spencer assures you, hands gliding up and down the soft lines of your waist. âItâs okay that youâre nervous. But Iâm going to take really good care of you, okay?â
You nod, not looking away from the exposed skin of his torso.Â
âAnd if at any point you need to take a break or stop, youâll tell me.â
âI will, but⊠I donât need to stop right now.â
âThen you can go as slow as you want.â
You swallow and take a moment to gather yourself before continuing on undoing his pants. With his assistance, you pull them down, and with them his boxers tug an inch or two lower, exposing a subtle v-shape before it disappears beneath the waistband. The fabric is obviously tented. A ball of nervous anticipation spins faster in your stomach, drawing all the heat in your body down between your legs. Heâs pretty everywhere. Youâd nearly forgotten.Â
Spencerâs stomach tenses under your light touch as you drag your fingers down, down, just to the waistband. Itâs then that you look up at him for permission to continue, and find his eyes already on you, heated and intense.Â
âGo ahead, honey.â
Again you find yourself quite excited to touch him, but you start cautiously, simply letting your hand fall over the shape of him through the fabric. Even that has his chest rising and falling at a slightly quickened rate, and one of his hands finds your unoccupied one, twining them together. That small gesture inspires you to bolden your explorations, becoming more insistent in the way you palm at him. He feels big, which is a concern of yours. But you try not to let that intimidate you. Â
Already heâs quite hard, you suspect from going down on you earlier (which is flattering as much as it embarrasses you) and your fingers graze a small wet patch of fabric. You fixate on the shaky little breath he releases as you push down his boxers with new fervor, and his cock springs up.Â
Heâs still perfect.Â
You smear beads of precum down his tip, and he sighs, letting his head fall against yours as you both watch. A few coquettish pumps and heâs humming, kissing your face and dragging his lips down your neck where he makes a home for himself. Apparently the sight of your hand wrapped around him had been too much to bear.Â
âSo good. Missed this.â
âItâs just my hand,â you whisper, a little insecure that heâs maybe playing it up for your benefit.Â
âItâs you.â
His voice is so breathy, you sort of have to believe him.Â
âCan IâŠ?â
Too nervous to voice what you really mean, you trail off, but it apparently doesnât matter to Spencer. He lifts his head like heâs in a stupor but youâve said something urgent.Â
âAnything you want. You can do whatever you want.â
âOkay. UmâŠâ
You let go of his hand (and his dick). Spencer automatically rotates to accommodate you as you end up on your knees on the wooden floor in front of him.Â
âThis is what you want?â He breathes, already pushing his fingers through your hair and gathering it back as you look up at him and nod.Â
Very quickly you have him back in your hand, trying to remember what you learned from the few times youâve done this. You start perhaps a bit softer, less eager to prove yourself than you have in the pastâsimply dragging him over your tongue before enveloping his tip in your mouth, and releasing with a pop. Despite being overtly, explicitly, and undeniably sexual, thereâs something almost chaste about the way you handle him. Itâs a (dirty) expression of love, and you think he understands that as he rubs at your cheek affectionately.Â
Eventually, however, you get too excited, and you take him into your mouth in earnest, bobbing your head slowly and seeing how much of him you can take without gagging.Â
Spencer makes the prettiest noisesâtheyâre breathy, and not ostentatious, but heâs got such a nice speaking voice itâs like his gasps are bars in a song. You whine around him, wriggling your hips in a rather pathetic display, and then all too quickly heâs tugging your hair so you canât keep him in your mouth.Â
âWhat?â You ask, closer to pouting than youâd care to admit and voice slightly hoarse. âYou said I could do anything I want.â
âNot if youâre that good at it. Come here.â
He helps you up and catches you in a deep, messy kiss before youâve fully regained your footing, swaying against him, but he holds you fast, pulling away slow like strings of honey trail between your mouths.Â
Spencerâs eyes are fixed on yours, lips parted in a sort of wonder before he glances down to your own mouth, wiping the shine from your bottom lip. Any moment youâre expecting him to say something, to tell you youâre beautiful or perfect or that heâs in love with youâbut instead he just meets your eyes again, that same wonder-struck look on his pretty face. A tiny, breathy laugh forces itself from his chest like youâre a genuine miracle.Â
You feel so observedâseen in a way youâve never been seen, looked at closer than anyone has ever looked at you before. And he still looks at you like youâre the human embodiment of love, the closest mortal manifestation of the divine, Galatea come down from her marble pedestal. The way he looks at you has your heart pounding and your breathing hastened. Adoration has never been something so physical, so tangible, ever before in your life. Your blood hums at the frequency of his electromagnetic fieldâan energetic aura that surrounds each person and can be detected from several feet away, as heâd explained it to you. It originates from the heart and if you spend enough time close to  someone, syncs up the beating of your most vital organ with theirs until itâs a perfect match. Maybe thatâs why, almost as quickly as your heart had begun to pound, it slows again, and you feel any reservation flush from your body like a fever.Â
âOkay,â you breathe, cataloguing every angle and curve of his face to store with all the rest, all the moments that feel important. Of course, youâll never remember them like he does yours. But youâll be damned if you donât try your hardest.Â
âOkay?â Spencer asks. He understands the confirmation for what it is, and searches for signs of hesitation on your face while rubbing reassuring circles into your hip. You nod resolutely.Â
As he lays you down on your bed, it feels like youâre entering some kind of altered state. Everything is muted and glowing with a watercolor aura in the dark and you really only care about the man on top of you and the way moonlight dances on his skin and the way he smells like smoky amber and rain. He makes sure the pillows are fluffed under you, before sweeping your hair from beneath your shoulders into a corona around your head. All the while his eyes are so soft on you, just like his hands, and his lips when he leans down to touch them to yours.Â
One of said hands finds its way to your jaw, trailing down over your neck and collarbone, before settling over your breast where he swipes a thumb over your nipple, lightly, slowly, several times.Â
Once again youâre struck with the odd feeling, even with his hand on you like this, that the situation isnât sexual in the way youâd anticipated. Itâs not pornographic, or even very dirty. Everything Spencer does, even as his hand sneaks down between your legs, he does because he loves you.Â
âOne more like this,â he mutters against your jaw after a moment.Â
âWhy?â
Your impatience yields a smile you can only feel against your skin.Â
âJust want you relaxed and feeling good. Thatâs all.â
When you assent, his fingers are already slowly pushing inside you.Â
It seems youâve entered some sort of time warp as well, because you reach a gentle peak in what feels like record time, aided by his easy murmurings and saccharine praise.
âPerfect. That was perfect,â Spencer says with a kiss to your shoulder as he slides his fingers from you and you feel yourself literally dripping onto the sheets. âCan I ask you something before we get carried away?â
âMhm,â you hum, sweet and compliant as pleasure dulls your inhibitions for the second time tonight and your head lolls into the pillows.Â
âBaby,â he croons, voice soft as worn paper as your lids flutter and lashes brush febrile cheeks, thumbing over the heated skin. âNeed you a little more alert, sweet girl.â
ââMÂ trying,â you whine, though itâs half self-effacing laugh. Spencer chuckles too as you shake your head and take a deep breath, trying to reinvigorate yourself. âOkay. Go.â
âWell⊠we donât have any protection.â Before you can groan, loudly, he hurries on. âAnd thatâs⊠Iâm okay with that, if itâs what you still want. I trust you. But there will come⊠a moment of reckoning. And I need to know where I should⊠reckon. So you donât end up surprised.â
Now youâre really laughingâa giggly mess beneath him as your arms loop over his shoulders.Â
âStop it,â he whines, pressing his nose to your cheek as you turn your head in an effort to not snort at your boyfriend to his face. âThat was for your benefit, you know. You get squeamish.â
âIâm sorry, I just canât take you seriously when you refer to it as reckoning.â
âFine. Iâll rephrase. When I come, you essentially have two options. Inside, or on your stomach. Tell me where you want it.â
Your breath catches and your stomach does that tripping-over-itself thing again.Â
âUmâŠâ
Another fond half laugh, at your expense, is pressed against your skin. Itâs enough to prompt you into answeringâhe doesnât have to say anything to make his point about your being squeamish.Â
âInside,â you mutter, shy as you attempt to bring him closer so he wonât be able to look at you quite so closely. You wonder if heâs remembering the conversation youâd had over the phone last weekâbefore heâd accidentally kind of broken up with youâabout this very subject. You certainly are.Â
âOkay. I want you to have everything that you want.â A few kisses to your neck later, between nips, he speaks again. âJust need to hear that you want this one more time.â
âI want this,â you repeat, obedient and honest, plain and simple. âNow, please.â
Spencer responds by first kissing you, firm and loving. It soothes you, and he punctuates it with a kiss to your cheek, before heâs reaching down and guiding himself between your legs. You feel surprisingly calm, more overcome with love and the light pleasure rolling down your back as he drags himself over your clit than you are by nerves. Still, you pointedly hold his gaze, not looking down in case you psych yourself out. He slots himself in place, tip resting against your entrance.Â
âRemember, if you need to stop at any pointââ
âI remember,â you cut him off hurriedly.Â
Okay. So perhaps youâre still slightly nervous.Â
He watches you, sympathetic though youâre not sure what for.Â
âI need you as relaxed as possible, okay? I want this to be easy on you.â
You take a moment, scanning your whole body for tense muscles. When you feel sufficiently relaxed, you offer Spencer a small nod, and at that, he begins pushing into you ever so slightly.Â
At first, it just feels foreign. Heâs going so slowly, so carefully, youâre not sure heâs moving at allâuntil he finds resistance and the odd full feeling changes to a hint of burning stretch. Your hips jump and your breath catches, and Spencer stops immediately, relieving the pressure with a tiny shift in position.Â
âItâs gonna hurt,â you realize, eyes darting between his like he might be able to tell you otherwise. Youâd always been aware of the possibility, but you were holding out hope that youâd be one of those people who didnât experience any pain their first time.Â
âJust for a minute. Then itâll feel good, angel.â
You swallow and nod. At the end of the day, you trust him completely. You trust him enough to let him hurt you.Â
âSuper deep breaths for me.â
He watches intently as you follow his directions, taking several deep breaths in succession, before he begins pushing into you once more. The pressure builds and builds until he pushes past that point of resistance, and itâs like heâs breaking you in two.Â
âAh,â you gasp, abs twisting as your body tries to escape the sensation without any input from you.Â
âI know. I know, baby, that was the hardest part. Breathe.â
He drops his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles with light pressure to distract from the pain.
You nod, lips pressed together tight as the deep ache muddles your brain. Itâs an insistent pressure against something does not seem to want to budge. It burns and stretches and is laced with sour, flirtatious pleasure so that you can hardly tell what it is youâre feeling. Mostly, youâre dizzy and hot.
âRelax, just like that,â he strains, looking down. âMy good girl. Weâre almost there, baby.â
Cries spill unbidden from your mouth and your eyes shut as he continues to open you up deeper, until finally, finally, his hips settle into the cradle of yours.Â
Spencer sighs a curse under his breath, so quiet you donât think it was meant for you.Â
Heâs inside of you. Itâs bizarre.Â
You whimper, and he snaps out of whatever revery heâd been in.Â
âYou okay? How does that feel?â
You take a shuddering breath, closing your eyes and trying to clear your head to no availâyour thoughts are like TV static.Â
âIâm good. I need⊠I need a minute.â
âYou can have as much time as you need. Itâs a lot, huh?â
âYeah,â you admit, voice small and weak.Â
âI bet,â he agrees, peppering soft kisses all over your face. âBut youâre doing so well. Proud of you, brave girl. Youâre doing so well and weâre gonna make sure it feels good soon, okay? Whenever youâre ready.â
âWill you please kiss me again?â you whisper, and Spencerâs brow knits with concern.Â
âOf course, angel. Of course Iâll kiss you,â he says, and makes good on his promise with his lips on yours. It sweetens the ache. âIâll do whatever you want. You can have anything. Youâre so perfect.â
He kisses you again, just as lovingly, and soft, like youâre delicate. All the praise is only contributing to your lightheadedness, but you donât mind at all. It feels good.Â
âYou can⊠you can move.â
âOkay. Weâll go really slow, yeah?â
He waits for your nod before his hips are pulling back and you arch at the odd sensation. When he pushes back in, eyes carefully locked on yours the whole time, you keen slightly, frowning and brain shorting out as it tries and fails to process this new feeling.Â
âUh-huh. Youâre okay, I promise.â
At first it doesnât feel good. It mostly hurts. But slowly, the pain begins to abate as you acclimate to having him inside of you, and heâs careful the whole time.Â
âSpence?âÂ
âHm?â
He sounds concentrated on the task at handâyouâre entranced by the sight of him above you, the parted lips, the unkempt hair over the brow furrowed in pleasure and focus. But heâs never too busy for you.Â
âDoes it⊠umââ you pause to hold back a whineââwhat does it feel like for you?â
At this, he slows even further and chucklesâitâs a strained, slightly breathy sound.Â
âFor me?â
âMhm.â
âYou feel perfect, baby. You feel so fucking good.â
The slight fry in Spencerâs voice as he curses, which is a rare event in and of itself, flips your stomach, turns you on immensely. The idea that youâre giving him pleasure tooâitâs almost overwhelming. Thatâs when it starts feeling good.Â
âOhââ you squeak, jaw dropping and bucking your hips inadvertently as the first bolt of true pleasure shocks deep in your core. He hums.Â
âYeah, is that it, sweet girl?â
But you canât answer for a long moment. Your brain is melting as your legs lock around him.Â
âMmâitâsâit feelsâŠâ
âI know it does,â Spencer murmurs.
You whine and press your face into the curve of his shoulder as each thrust gently rocks your body. As the pace picks up bit by bit, you feel yourself clenching hard around him. His hips stutter and he hisses.Â
âAh. Canât do that, lovely.â
âWhat? Did I hurt you?â
He laughs breathily.Â
âNo, you didnât hurt me. You almost pushed me out. You have to relax.â
âSorry,â you whisper. ââM trying.â
âYou donât need to be sorry. I know youâre trying, baby, youâre being so good for me.â
Your nails skim his backâa small expression of a much larger desperation. Once heâs sure youâre relaxed around him, begins going faster.Â
Your gasps and soft moans come more often now as he finds a steady rhythm and it feels so different when heâs actually fucking you. It feels like heâs everywhere. Every time your hips meet you feel the sweet shock of it in your teeth, your toes, the back of your neck. In the best way, you feel consumed by him. Itâs not at all like youâd imagined, and itâs perfect.Â
âWait, Spencer,â you breathe, struggling to form the words. Immediately he stops again, lifting his head from your shoulder to examine your face.Â
âWhat is it?â
He sounds just as wrecked as you feel, panting and strained and it feels good to hear.Â
âI wanna watch.â
For a moment his eyes dart between yours like heâs trying to determine what you really meanâbut you said exactly what you meant. Then he laughs, a huff of air from his nose as he presses his head to yours and gives you a quick kiss.
Your toes curl as he readjusts his position, holding himself a little higher and resting your heads together so you can both look between your bodies.Â
âThere,â he murmurs as he slowly begins to withdraw again. âLike that?â
But you canât answer, because youâre too busy whimpering at the sight of him pushing into you. The feeling seems to increase tenfold as you watch it happen. Distantly you wonder how the fuck it fits.Â
âYeah,â you whisper. âLike that.â
Spencer takes this as a blessing to find a pace again, slower now as he seems to be just as enthralled by the sight as you are.Â
âGive me your leg,â he rasps after a few moments like that, and you donât know what he means exactly but you lift your right leg slightly only for him to press his hand to the back of your knee and push toward your chest, effectively opening you up and giving him more range of motion. It also enables him to fuck you even deeper. Again he slows, apparently savoring the feel of you yielding around him all the way down to the hilt.Â
Black spots dance in your eyes as he settles at your deepest pointânot pain, necessarily, just overwhelming sensation. Your jaw drops and you choke out a moan as he presses into recesses you didnât know you had, as he shows you a part that you might have gone the rest of your life without knowing existed. He stops there, like that. Everything stops there, like that. If the cars on the road below ceased to drive, if the airplanes froze in the sky, youâd not be the least bit surprised. Somehow, youâve unlocked a small eternity. Thereâs no sound but your joint heavy breathing and your heart pounding in your ears. The words just come bubbling up out of you in a little whine.Â
âI love you.â
Spencerâs breath pauses for a moment before heâs letting it all out at once, brushing his lips up the ridge of your nose before they settle on your forehead in what seems like a permanent kiss. A few breaths in, you allow your eyes to flutter shut. Your heart rate slows down a touch, and you settle into the moment, never having been quite so content as you are like thisânever having felt quite so adored and safe.Â
âI love you,â he finally echoes, voice rasping, lips still pressed to your skin, still breathing against your hair. When he starts to move again, drawing back ever so slowly, you hiss softly. He raises his head from yours, and you look away from where heâs pulling out, meeting his eyes just in time for him to push back in, just as deep. They shine in the mostly-dark room and you moan unabashedly. Itâs a high-pitched, sweet thing, nothing that will have the neighbors complainingâbut so clearly true, from the depths of your soul, an expression of everything youâre feelingânot just the pleasure.Â
Although thatâs good, too, as Spencer shapes you to him again and again, the head of his cock kissing places nobodyâs ever been and places you hope nobody else will ever venture to. This is all you need. Him.Â
âJesus,â Spencer groans, eyes fixed on your face as he fucks you slowly. But you canât bring yourself to talk, too new to this kind of pleasure to find it anything other than mind-boggling and world altering. Your lips are still parted, allowing each sound to pass without filter. âListen to you, beautiful.â
When he stops again, just to look down and marvel at you, youâre conflicted. On the one hand, you can taste the pleasure on the back of your tongue and he keeps taking it away when itâs so close. But on the otherâyouâre just as overwhelmed as he said youâd be. Your body has never had to process this kind of sensory information before, and youâre exhausted, but itâs so good.Â
âSpencer,â you manage. He looks up, pupils blown and eyes lidded where theyâd normally be wide. âPlease donât stop.â
He swallows, spurred into action again as soon as you say it.Â
âGood?â
You nod and whine again as he picks up the pace bit by bit, remembering to push your leg back once more so he can get as deep as you need him.Â
âSo good,â you exhale at the top pitch of your voice. Your brows pinch and you release a fuller moan as Spencer finds a speed thatâs fast enough to constantly feel good no matter where he is. Youâre gasping for breath, back archingâand he finds a new angle, catching against the spot inside you that renders all those years of human evolution that gave you sentience and intelligence a waste. He chuckles airily at your series of series of affronted moans and halted gasps.Â
âRight there? That's a good spot, isnât it?â
âOh, goâfuck, fuck!â
It feels so good it almost hurts, and your eyes are stinging to prove it. Your legs clamp tighter around him and you realize thereâs a very lewd wet sound and you canât believe thatâs you.Â
âSpencer, youâreâoh my god, I love you,â you whine, and it sounds like youâre pleading for your life. At this makes his own sound of pleasure, and hastens his messy circles on your clit as if in reward.Â
But itâs too much all combined.Â
Your hand claps to your mouth to obscure the loud, licentious moan that comes outâbut Spencer immediately moves his hand from between your legs to grab your wrist and pin it gently to the bed, intertwining your fingers.Â
âDonât do that. Let me hear.â
You nod, and he lets go of your hand to return his fingers to your clit. If possible you get wetter around his cockâyou can feel yourself gushing.Â
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum,â you whine as if pained.Â
âYeah? Gonna finally let me feel you cumming, angel?â
He has a filthy mouth when he wants to. The words hit like high voltage to your core and the very pit of your stomach. You canât even respond beyond a desperate sob.Â
âShow me, baby. Iâm right here. Let go.â
You cum around his cock with a broken cry and itâs like a purge of every drop of angst youâd felt over the past week or soâhell, itâs a purge of all the insecurities that had bubbled to the surface since you started dating him. None of it matters anymore. How could it matter when you have him? When you have this?
The orgasm washes you out like a tidal wave, taking everything with it. Itâs strong, and itâs so good, so intense, your body is overwrought with sensation and itâs too much even though itâs perfect. Your brain is drawing a blank as it tries to react to the feeling, and itâs like every button on the damn panel has been hit.Â
âFuck, Iâm close,â Spencer grits, and you feel it in the way he adjusts his position, shifting as he grips at the edge of the mattress for leverage and the thrusts become messier, needier. You gasp as his other hand tangles in your hair, turning your head to ghost your lips over his forearm. Itâs not entirely surprising when his own lips find your shoulderâbut the feeling of him finding his release just as his teeth sink into your skin does come as quite a shock. It doesnât hurt, and youâre sure thereâs no skin broken, but itâs an undeniable fact that he has grounded himself in the throes of passion by biting down on you.
Inside you, he feels hot. Searing, almost, as his spend tries to fill space that doesnât exist. There is absolutely no room for anything else inside of you. Stars dance in your eyes at the overstimulation, but long after heâs finished heâs still fucking into youâalbeit much slower and with far less technique. Spencer moans like a two bit whore, like heâs reached pain to a point of ecstasy, and to you itâs as good, as special as the singing of the planets. If heâs as sensitive as you are now, itâs no small feat for him to keep going on like this. Itâs a testament to how much he doesnât want it to be over. The pleasure is carrying him away, but youâre beginning to feel how soft you must be and how if he continues on like this you may bruise like an overripe peach.Â
âSpencer,â you manage, skating your hand up and down his back in what you hope are soothing lines. âBaby.â
He whines as his lips detach from your shoulder, but his hips finally slow to a stop, nestled inside you.Â
âJesus, fuck, I'm sorry,â he breathes, opting now to bury his face in your neck (with significantly less biting this time).
Youâre still reeling, toes still curled, still struggling to breathe as your head spins and spins and spins. His chest pushes against yours with every heaving breath, hot and heavy on your skin, and thatâs the only sign heâs still alive until his hand eventually reanimates in your hair, scratching your head tenderly.Â
For a span of minutes, you stay like thatâsilent, twined together like caducean serpents. His weight on top of you is perfect. This, the lack of differentiation between your body and his, is perfect. You donât know where he ends and you begin and you donât need to. Itâs a blissful moment.Â
âHey.â
Spencerâs voice is hoarse when he finally speaks, lifting his head to look at you with flushed cheeks and messy hair and sparkly eyes.Â
âHi.â
He smiles.Â
âYouâre so pretty.â
âYou too,â you murmur, moving your hand from his back and pressing your thumb into the hollow of his cheek. His eyes map the curves of your face as he pushes your surely askew hair back.Â
âHow do you feel?â
It takes you a moment to seriously consider his question, scanning your body for any undue pains, but for the moment, you find none, beyond a dull aching throb that you can manage.Â
âGood. Tired.â
You wince at the uncomfortable feeling of him pulling out. Spencer hums sympathetically and presses a sticky kiss to your lips which makes it a little better, though you canât ignore how uncomfortable all the previously pleasant wetness has become between your legs.Â
âHereâstay here, Iâll get a wash cloth andââ
âItâs fine,â you insist, holding on even as he tries to roll off of you. âI just need⊠will you stay here for a little bit?â
âOf course,â he promises, now pressed close to your side and propped up on an elbow, âwhatever you want.â
You lavish in his gaze, warm like a spotlight, as he strokes your cheek and plays with your hair. Very quickly youâre lulled into a doze, eyes fluttering shut. Minutes stretch. You feel drunk on waking dreams, and perfectly at peace. Safe.Â
âAngel girl,â he christens you fondly. More than anything, itâs an observation, so lovely it sinks into your skin like a balm, soothing every tired muscle and little mark heâd made. Even half-asleep, it makes you smile.Â
âYouâre an angel,â you slur, reaching blindly for him, and he chuckles, catching your wrist and helpfully settling your hand on his cheek.Â
âI thought you were asleep.â
You hum, âmm-mm,â looking up at him with just as much adoration as he has for you. Those cuddle hormones must be kicking in because soon youâre attempting to pull him back on top of you. He doesnât quite comply, probably for fear of crushing youârather he settles next to you, gathering you in his arms.Â
Silence blankets the two of you, but itâs not unpleasant as you just watch each other with barely-there smiles curling your mouths. This kind of intimacy still manages to give you butterflies, even after everything else youâve done. This kind of satisfaction, reverie in the sound of each otherâs blood flowing and lungs filling. Setting aside words because you donât need conversation as a pretense for wanting to be around each other anymore. You donât need an excuse to look at him like this. You donât need words any more than you need clothes. Itâs enough to just be.Â
âI love you,â he says, a soft reminder, and entirely redundant with the way heâd already been looking at you, touching you.Â
âI know. I love you too.â
The smile flickers brighter on his face.Â
âAnd thank you.â
Your eyes narrow minutely as you consider what he could possibly be thanking you for.Â
âFor what?â
âFor loving me. And trusting me. ItâsâŠâ your heart squeezes as you realizes tears are pooling in his eyes. He takes a moment and clears his throat. Itâs incredibly endearing. âIt means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me.â
You look down, thumbing at the sheets where youâve hoisted them over your bodies.Â
âYou do realize how lame we are if we have sex and both immediately start crying, right?â
At this he laughs loudly but not loud enough to pop the little bubble youâre in, and you look up just in time to catch the brilliance of his smile, the way it changes his whole face and he becomes superhuman in his beauty, the lines that form by his eyes and the way they narrow and crystalline tears bead his lashes like precious gems.Â
âDonât cry,â he requests gently, hypocritically as your own eyes sting. The way his smile fades is like the sun setting. Gorgeous, like everything else he does. âYouâve cried so much, honey. Please donât cry.â
You sniffle, gathering yourself.Â
âIâm not. That would be pathetic.â
Spender leans forward to kiss you tenderly a few more times. Ordinarily youâd worry about coming across as clingy when you hold onto him so closely and so insistently like this, but for now you donât care. Neither does he, it seems, as he seems unable to get you close enough. Eventually, you end up curled against him, head tucked under his chin and dozing on and off as he traces shapes into your skin.Â
âWhat are you writing?â You mumble some time later, cheek smushed against his shoulder. He only responds with a soft hm, like he was lost deep in thought. You clarify, âit feels like you were writing something.â
âShe Walks in Beauty.â
Your lips pull into a sleepy smile.Â
âThe Lord Byron poem?â
The first time youâd met Spencer, heâd inadvertently caused your painstakingly annotated copy of Lord Byronâs works to go flying all over a cafe, and then kindly helped clean up the pages and reorder them for you in record time. Among the poems had been She Walks in Beauty.Â
âYeah. I was trying to figure out when exactly I fell in love with you, and as someone who is deeply skeptical about love at first sight, Iâm a little embarrassed to admit that I keep coming back to our first conversation. I mean, I believe in genetic compatibility, and how that contributes to attraction and what we think of as chemistry, butââ
âWait, what about our first conversation did it?â Your cheeks ache from smiling as you speak. âAs I recall I was being a bitch and I was covered in coffee.â
He laughs dreamily, still tracing letters over the small of your back. You wonder what part of the poem heâs at now.Â
âYeah, mean to me and covered in coffee is pretty much exactly my type. But I think it was actually the annotations on that copy of Lord Byronâs works. They were so insightful, and personal, Iâit kind of took my breath away, and I know I shouldnât have read them all but I couldnât stop. You were compelling, and charming, and funny and wildly intelligent and beautiful and⊠and I didnât stand a chance.â
Everything aches. Itâs a good ache. Despite being seconds from tearing up all over again, you snort. He never told you about that first day.
âYou thought me writing âsister fuckerâ in all caps every time he mentioned Augusta was charming?â
âOh, obscenely so. But now that Iâm looking back, I feel like⊠I feel like I canât remember not being in love with you. I mean, I remember when I realized I was, and that was later. But it was like I met you, and then I was just⊠waiting for you to catch up.â
You grab his hand and interlace your fingers, watching the way the ambient nighttime light from the window and the bathroom dips them half in color.Â
âWe were pretty much on the same page. I was debating courthouse versus small intimate ceremony as soon as you left.â
You watch him watching your joined hands, features soft and relaxed, fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly as he speaks.Â
âDefinitely small intimate ceremony. I have too many friends who would kill me if they werenât invited to the wedding.â
You giggle and pretend the thought doesnât give you butterflies. You imagine a ring on your finger, the one heâs got between his own. Marriage had never been something youâd considered. Not when you had no reason to. It seemed like something for other people. But maybe one day, it will be for you, too.Â
âDid you know Lord Byron had a daughter who is regarded by many as the first computer programmer? She wrote the first algorithm for a theoretical machine that was so complex it couldnât be built with the technology available at the time. It was called an Analytical Engine.â
He sounds almost wistful as he gives you the utterly unprompted, but still welcome, abridged version of her life. The description is ringing a bellâbut you canât quite place her, sleepy as you are. Â
âWhat was her name?â
âAda Lovelace. She was exceptionally gifted. The odds of parent and child being so extraordinary in their respective fields are incalculable, but from a purely theoretical perspective, negligible. I mean, theyâre both massive historical figureheads. Thatâs extremely uncommon.â
You adore it when he goes off on these tangentsâthe passion that stains his voice, the ardor that grips him until he has no choice but to tell you exactly whatâs got him so excited. You could listen to him talk for hours. It means heâs here with you, and he wants you to love what he loves.Â
Since he met you, thatâs all Spencer has wantedâfor you to love what he loves.Â
You want the same.Â
âPretty name,â you murmur, eyes fluttering shut. âTell me more.âÂ
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part eight
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