#Unconventional

[gimmick-thief]

I was gonna steal @i-remove-color-from-posts’s gimmick but then I realized I have no idea how

So instead I recolored them

Enjoy >:)

[mapis-putellas]

Unconventional comfort

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 1379

Warnings: This contains nursing. It is not s*xual in any way but it is slightly unconventional hence the warning. If you don’t like it or do not have anything kind to day, please move on. Thank you

Summary: You had accidentally - and thankfully, managed to provide Natasha with a comfort and closeness she'd always been denied.

It wasn't rare for Natasha to have nightmares. Due to her past, they were kind of expected. Every night at around the same time, you'd be abruptly awoken by a muffled cry of fear coming from the spot just next to you. You'd rouse almost instantly, desperate to sooth her but not daring to touch her in fear of how she'd react. Sometimes, she'd manage to bring herself out of it.

She'd wake up only briefly before seeking you out with a soft whimper of both fear and confusion, and you'd pull her into your arms, sooth her back to sleep with a gentle hand grazing over the bare skin of her back.

Other times, you weren't so lucky.

There was one time, just a few short months ago that she'd had one of the worst nightmares that exists to date. It had started with her shifting in place slightly, eyebrows furrowed as she lets out a small whimper.

But then it had progressed into quiet cries that had slowly risen in volume until they could be perceived as literal screams of terror. In the midst of your own fear and panic, you'd instinctively made the mistake of trying to wake her.

It was just a touch. Barely even a graze of your finger against her skin. But it was enough. She'd violently shoved you away from her with that could only be described of cry of unbridled rage. Her hands had reached for your throat, and you were sure they would have reached their destination if it hadn't been for the sleepy disorientation still clouding her hazy, tormented mind.

With a skill you didn't even know you possessed, you had managed to haul her thriving body into your arms. You'd situated yourself against the headboard with her between your legs, both your arms and legs pinning her body to your own. She'd screamed. She'd thrashed and swore and called you every name under the sun. But you hadn't let her go.

Eventually, she'd seemed to realise you wouldn't be letting her go and was quick to slump into a defeated lump in your arms.

You'd adjusted her slightly so she was more or less cradled, her legs curled up against your hip whilst her head had come to rest against your chest. Your own arms had secured her to you, gentle hands brushing the sweat soaked hair out of her face whilst gentle coos of comfort had escaped your lips.

Her hands had risen to take ahold of your shirt, silently clinging, pleading even, not to let her go. She was sniffling quietly, eyes drooping and quietly pleading for sleep. But she refuses to allow it, and you don't dare force her.

As Natasha had laid there, cradled in your arms like she was no more than an infant, she'd reached for your hand and had coaxed it to her face. You had understood her silent implication, tenderly cupping her cheek and grazing the pad of your thumb over the still damp skin.

What happened next had been a complete accident.

Due to being half asleep and rather uncoordinated, your thumb had slipped down slightly and had grazed over her bottom lip as opposed to her cheek. Natasha, seemingly close to sleep as well, had simply reacted upon instinct. Her lips had parted, and she'd accepted the pad of your thumb into her mouth without hesitation before beginning to suckle.

You'd stared down at her in awe, too scared to move and disturb the serene look of complete content that had slipped onto her features. It had felt like seconds and hours all at the same time before the current predicament it had simultaneously clicked for the both of you.

Like she had been set on fire, Natasha had pulled away from your thumb. Her eyes had ripped open, irises full of both embarrassment and humiliation. She'd looked up at you with a look so full of fear it was almost as though she was waiting for you to belittle her.

But you couldn't and wouldn't ever do that.

Before she could even begin to rip herself out of your arms, a strange sense of calm had settled upon you and you'd found yourself gently coaxing her back to your chest. She'd complied warily, and not a word was spoken between the two of you as you had once again trialed the pad of your thumb over her bottom lip.

Her hand had risen to timidly cover your own, and as she'd continue to stare to at you with a look so heartbreakingly full of fear, you'd gently parted her lips and coaxed the pad of your thumb back into her mouth.

Whether it be instinct or something else entirely, she'd begun to suckle almost instantly, her whole body going limp with what could only be described as relief. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and with your free hand, you'd traced gentle circles over the small of her back.

*

It was on the third nightmare of the week that the dynamic had shifted a little. You'd been undoubtedly exhausted after just getting back from a two day stakeout with Clint and Yelena, so when Natasha has woken with yet another nightmare, you'd simply pulled her into your chest.

She had seemed placated. She'd gone quiet and still, laying there on her side with with her head buried between your breasts. You had just begun to drift of to sleep again when what could only be described as a whine had escaped her lips, and though your body had protested, you had gone to sit up so she could have access to your thumb.

But one simple action had stopped you. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, she'd latched on to the swell of your breast over the material of your shirt. Her suckles were gentle and consistent, the heat of her mouth leaving your shirt slightly damp. You'd stared at her, stunned, and almost entranced at the sight before you.

It had taken only moments for everything to seemingly fall into place.

Natasha would always pay careful to your breasts during intimate moments. She'd almost worship them, in a sense, and she'd said many times that they were one of her favourite things about you. As you watched her mouth move, you'd come to the realisation that letting her suckle would be the same thing but with a slightly different context.

You hadn't allowed yourself to hesitate as you'd pulled off your shirt, shuffling up the bed slightly so that your breast were level with her head. Cupping the flesh, you'd grazed your nipple over her bottom lip, and just like the many tunes before, instinct had her latching on without hesitation.

You felt the hot air of her content exhale before you'd heard it, and with a hand on the back of her head to keep her close, you'd settled back into your pillow, feeling more than seeing her soft suckles against your skin.

It was pleasant feeling, but not in an pleasurable way. More so it was soothing, and before you knew it, you felt yourself falling back to sleep too.

*

What occurs on those bad nights was never brought up between the two of you. In fact, if it wasn't for the occasional awkward glance sent your way from Natasha, you would have assumed you'd dreamt it.

You didn't necessarily mind, because you knew how hard it was for Natasha to open herself up and allow herself to be seen in such a vulnerable yet intimate way. But a part of you did wish she would at least acknowledge it so you didn't feel so alone.

Thankfully, you knew wasn't because she regrets it or didn't like it. Each gentle tug at your shirt after every bad dream proves that. You just wish she knew it was nothing to be embarrassed about and hoped one day, that would be the case.

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I hope you enjoyed 🩵

[animestsstuff2]

Unconventional

Bakugou Katsuki x fem reader

Had this lil idea of what it would be like to date Bakugou in secret, how dating him is pretty unconventional and he doesn’t go by any traditional standards.

Possible part 2..?

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Dating Bakugou was anything but normal but you were okay with that. He showed you he cared in his own ways, even if they were unconventional. The fact your relationship was a secret also didn’t bother you. He kinda implied he’d like to keep it quiet at the beginning telling you “those damn extras will just try n’ nosey in, ‘specially that raccoon eyes one”

You were honestly surprised you were dating sometimes, considering how opposite you both were. You personalities often collided and so did you quirks, it was actually the reason for most of your interactions when you first started U.A. He hated your quirk. It surprised him during battle training. A water based quirk that allowed you to manipulate any water source, his sweat included and thats what got him. He lost to a stupid extra like you all because you fired his sweat back at him.

He was hell-bent on beating you where-ever and whenever he could, first the damn nerd and now some extra who wouldn’t bat an eye his way outside of training. What? did you think you were above him? Bakugou noticed his thoughts there after were almost always of you, at least once a day you popped into his mind. He realised he wasn’t just thinking of different ways to beat you, he was just thinking about you..

What lead to the weird relationship you shared before he asked you out was also unconventional. It was after school one day, Bakugou yelling for you to slow down and asking forcing you to come train with him. He was thinking all day of a way to get back at you for beating his ass in some basic training a few weeks ago. You tried to object, voice calm and contrasting the blondes shouts but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

This was the spark that lead to you both dating. You didn’t mean to hurt him as bad as you did, in all honesty you panicked. The blonde was moving more feverishly through the air, more agile and quicker than usual. He was determined. Your typical calm composure broke and you slammed him into the training post with a flush attack. You didn’t mean to slam him as hard as you did nor did you mean to take so much water from the nearby fountain. You winded and basically waterboarded the poor boy.

“Bakugou! Im so sorry. I panicked I didn’t mean to be so rough” you squeaked, dropping to your knees as your hands grabbed at his face, holding it as your concerned eyes met his wild ones. His breaths shallow as he tried to catch his breath. Your hands moving down to squeeze his biceps as you took deep breaths hoping he’d mimic you, which he did.

“Get off me! M’fine” he was more flustered over the coldness of your hands on his face and arms than the initial winding. His cheeks turning red as he shoved you and quickly stumbled up only to stagger as pain erupted from his lower back. You quickly rushed over to him, looping his arm over your neck. His voice loud in your ear as he tried to get away but with each sharp movement came another pang of pain in his back.

“Bakugou! We have to get you to recovery girl” you chewed on your lip, feeling guilty as ever for hurting the blonde. Your thoughts running rampant.

Well if he didn’t like you before he definitely doesn’t now!

“No, just bring me back to my dorm you damn wuss” he grumbled and you nodded not wanting to argue with him any longer.

The walk back to the dorms was thankfully short but seriously tense and awkward. The guilt was eating at you as you chewed your lip. The blonde staggering trying not to lean his weight on you. His heavy arm around your shoulder was already a bit much. The communal area thankfully was empty but Bakugous dorm was on the 4th floor and of course the elevators were broken. You both quietly grumbled as you took to the stairs, getting up to the second floor when you heard voices.

“Hey Denki you know were Bakugous at?” Kirishima asked from round the corner. Bakugou tensed and so did you as you glanced up at him.

“Your room is on this floor isn’t it?” He mumbled, probably the quietest you’d ever heard him. You just nodded as his body trembled ever so slightly from the exertion.

“Just go there till these damn extras clear off” he grumbled, more annoyed than before. He just wanted his bed didn’t wanna sit in some girly pink room that would probably give him a migraine. You helped the blonde get quickly into your room hearing their voices get louder as you caught a glimpse of the red head as he turned the corner. His eyes missing the tuft of blonde you shoved inside your door.

“H-here you can sit on my bed” you mumbled as you helped him onto the bed. Your room actually surprised him slightly. He really expected it to be glitter vomit everywhere. His eyes narrowed in on you as you stood in front of him, picking at your fingers. Your eyes glancing at his red ones but quickly flicking away.

“Im only stayin’ till the coast is clear or my back feels better. Don’t wanna be round you more than I have to” he grumbled out and you nodded watching as he sat still hunched over. His fingers curled into the plush comforter on the edge of your bed.

“Im really sorry again Bakugou, do you want anything? Any water or a heat pack” you apologised again, bowing as your thoughts scattered in your brain.

Great! There go any chances of him ever liking you. Your crush on Bakugou was honestly a curse that you loved and hated. The blonde grew on you for some reason much without your consent. You tried to be as secretive as possible but it must be so obvious considering how flustered you get round him. Your cheeks always get so red Uraraka constantly thinks you’re sick. The only time you can really think is when you’re training but thats just cause you wanna impress him, so much for that, nearly crippled the boy.

“Heat pack would be good” he mumbled quietly, not wanting to accept your generosity charity. You nodded, quickly going into the small box at the end of the bed that had a small collection of medical items, heat packs especially for when you got your period.

You cracked the pack and handed it to him watching as he reached his hand round only to jerk and pull it back. A breath leaving his mouth as he hunched over again. Your eyes widened as you stepped over, grabbing the heat pack from him and moving onto the bed.

“Let me, please I don’t want you hurting yourself anymore” you quickly said, leaving no room for protest from him as his cheeks heated. “U-um, where does it hurt the most?”

“Just above my lower back..yea, there” okay both your cheeks were burning as your hands gripped the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up to reveal the blondes toned back. A red ugly mark directly in the centre. Your light touches made the blonde suck a breath in as his stomach tensed. Your fingers ghosting the edges of the mark scared of hurting him anymore. His back was littered with small scraps and scars. The pale skin marred.

“Y’gonna put it on or what?” He forced out, voice hoarser than he intended. You puffed your cheeks out as you laid the patch over the red mark. His skin tingled from your cold hands as you dropped the shirt and shuffled back round to sit beside him. His head hung low eyes downcast as the quietest thanks left his lips you almost didn’t hear it.

“You don’t need to thank me, Its my fault your hurt” you laughed sheepishly and the blondes head snapped to yours eyes narrowed.

“Just accept it alright! Last time i ever thank you for somethin’” you nodded, a smile on your face at his antics.

It certainly wasn’t the last time he thanked you for something and something developed from that interaction after all Bakugou was actually forced to stay for an hour before he was able to walk without your aid. To most people nothing special occurred in that hour, two classmates in ones bedroom hanging out but this was Bakugou Katsuki, the man who didn’t willingly have friends nor enjoyed hanging out with the ones he was forced to have but being in your room for an hour was more than enough time for the crush you had on him to explode as you sat on the bed together and made the tiniest small talk ever! And his thoughts of you finally became clear and a weird feeling settled in his chest. His behaviour towards you changed too, he treated you differently it was really only noticeable if you paid close enough attention but your classmates chalked it up as Bakugou just not bothering someone as quiet as you as much.

[artificelux]

I've said before that I always want Cyber Monday to be cooler than it is, to be neon-soaked and punky...

In short, Cyberpunk Monday.

Well, what's more punk than forgoing the big corpo sites and buying straight from creators and small businesses? Supporting art and artists directly, adding value to the ecosystem of unconventional stories that don't follow the traditional sales model.

So, I'm trying something different this year... I'm going to run a 20% off sale through noon on Dec. 3. It's an automatic discount site-wide on colorofamirror.net (including all versions of the novel, plus the vinyl soundtrack). The only exclusion is the already-better discount of 25% off for the Full Moon Bundle, which doesn't stack with this sale.

This will likely be the only sale I run during the year, so if you've been interested in picking up a copy of the book or you have someone in mind for a holiday gift, this is your chance.

A noir science fiction story, COLOR OF A MIRROR is written, designed, published, and sold by me (and can be found in a couple independent bookstores in the New England area). It has received "Editor's Pick" from BookLife Reviews and a "Get It" verdict from Kirkus Reviews. I don't sell on Amazon/Kindle or B&N, and the e-book is DRM-free so you can read on whatever device you choose, making this a perfect Cyberpunk Monday offering.

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This weekend, whether you're shopping local bookstores on Small Business Saturday or finally picking up that bespoke item from a favorite creator, let's support those that are making the art we love... not the big businesses trying to turn us into dollar signs.

[ksjanes]

“I am attracted by unconventionality. I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits.”

— Anaïs Nin

[toyastales]

Black Rose is a

1. Symbol of mystery

2. Unconventional beauty

3. Timeless enigma

4. Symbol of rebirth

5. Hidden facets of souls

6. Symbol of rarity.

7. Symbol of balance in life.

[justalittlesolarpunk]

I really hope I get to live an unconventional life. I hope I get to live in cohousing communities and travel vast distances by sea. I hope I find work that gives my life meaning and purpose but doesn’t consume all my time or define my selfhood. I hope I can create family in all different ways, not just with a partner and children (though I would like those too!). I hope I make such a difference that everyone who meets me is better off because of it. I hope I run through forests and lie in the grass. I hope I am so unapologetically queer and neurodivergent that nobody could ever feel ashamed of themselves when I’m with them. I hope I manage to step outside of systems that cause harm without losing my sense of solidarity for those who can’t or who are most impacted by them. I hope I never lose my sense of justice. Maybe lots of these things won’t work out - pressures of money, time, crisis and commitments to other people might prevent some or all of them. But I hope I try my absolute damnedest at them before I give up.

[aperrywilliams]

Unconventional (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!) 

Author Masterlist 

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: You haven't seen your boyfriend, Spencer, in weeks and you are missing him like crazy. But circumstances have not been by your side lately. Will you find time for you both to share some intimacy?

Word Count: 8.5k (sorry, not sorry) of fluff, shameless smut, and something else ;)

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI). SMUT. Masturbation (fem). Oral (fem receiving). Fingering. Penetrative sex. Unprotected sex. Dirty talk. Switch Spencer and switch Reader. Creampie.

A/N: This is a sequel of "They Would Never" and "That Wicked Love," but it can also be read as a stand-alone.

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"Okay, honey. Now it's time to sleep," you told Olivia as she crawled into her bed. As you tucked her, the pout on her face didn't go unnoticed. "What's it, baby?"

"When will Daddy be at home?" she asked with a sad frown.

You should have anticipated that question. It had been nine days since Spencer left on a case in Los Angeles. Nine days in which Olivia hadn't seen her father, and you hadn't seen your boyfriend.

Although it was common for Spencer to be out of town for work, the trips have become more frequent lately.

You could bet Olivia felt like her dad had been away forever. You didn't blame her because you felt the same way.

"He will be here late tonight, but you will see him in the morning, okay?" you tried to reassure the little girl with your motherly voice.

"M'kay," the kid shrugged, not very convinced. She still looked disappointed, but you settled with the fact she stopped asking questions. Kissing her forehead, you said good night.

"Sleep tight, baby. I love you."

"Love you too, Mommy," Olivia mumbled, hugging her teddy bear.

You flicked the lights off and padded to the living room. It was nine pm, and you decided to plop on the couch and read a book. Spencer texted some hours ago that he was flying back, but you didn't know when he would be home. You assumed it wouldn't happen before midnight, so you got comfy with your book and a glass of wine.

You lost track of time, so consumed in the story that you got startled when you heard the key jingling in the door's lock.

After noticing Spencer crossing the threshold, you almost jumped from the couch and ran to him. Spencer gladly welcomed your enthusiasm and hugged you tight. Your cheek was pressed to his chest as he kissed your head.

"I missed you," he mumbled.

"I missed you more," you disputed, muffling your words in his cardigan. God, you love the way his scent engulfs your senses.

"No way, I missed you more," Spencer replied, parting slightly to look at you—a grin plastered on his face. You leaned up and held his cheeks to kiss him. Spencer gladly kissed you back. You hummed contentedly as his lips molded with yours—it was the perfect fit.

When the need for breathing was too much, you reluctantly ended the kiss.

"Did you have dinner?" you asked the man, now attempting to tame his messy hair with your fingers.

"Yeah. We ate something flying back," Spencer replied, clearly comfortable with your doing in his hair.

"That's new. Are you sure you don't want something? A snack?" he shook his head.

"Nu-uh. Thanks. Is Liv sleeping?" Spencer asked instead, although he already figured out the answer.

"Yes, she does. After her bath, I put her in bed," you informed, pretty satisfied with how you combed Spencer's hair.

"Good." Spencer's gaze focused on you, barely blinking, with a smirk forming on his lips.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Spencer beamed as his hands tightened the grip on your waist and pulled you closer to him. With his lips close to the shell of your ear, his hot breath hit your skin in a way that got you goosebumps.

"Because I want to take my sweet girl to our bed and make love to her."

You felt the air leaving your lungs. Spencer using his bedroom voice, always made you tremble with desire. And he calling you his? It turned you feral. But you tried to play cool. Keyword: 'tried.'

"Uhm. Such a romantic," you said in a teasing tone. Spencer chuckled, not loosening his grip on you.

"Can you blame me? Nine days away from my gorgeous girlfriend are too much," he claimed before kissing your lips.

You melted into the kiss. Your body yearned for him, for his touch.

Walking backward, you both soon reached the bedroom. Not breaking the kiss Spencer leaned you on the mattress. His lips trailed down your neck; finding that spot always drives you crazy. A moan escaped you as he nipped the delicate skin.

"Spencer, do something, please. I'm about to combust," you demanded, unashamed of recognizing how much you needed him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Your clothes were quickly discarded and scattered on the floor as soft moans filled the room. Having him on top of you was what you had been craving for the past nine days. And it seems Spencer yearned for the same. His kisses on your skin and the reverence of his touch told you how much he missed you.

Not much later, your bodies melted deliciously, navigating in pure passion and dancing dangerously to the climax you both were searching for.

The coil in your lower stomach was building up, encouraged by Spencer's words.

"I missed you so much. God, you feel incredible," he panted in your ear, speeding his thrusts. You were about to succumb to your orgasm, but a little chirping voice brought you to reality.

"Mommy? Is daddy home?" Olivia asked from the hallway.

"Shit!" Spencer cursed, surprised by Liv's voice. But you weren't ready to let him go.

"Spencer, please. Please - don't - don't stop," you gasped. Nonetheless, Spencer slowed down his movements. Now, his attention was on your daughter on the opposite side of the wall.

"She's outside the door," Spencer pointed as if you didn't notice.

"Yeah, I - I know. But just - just a minute," you tried to convince Spencer, rocking your hips to encourage him to continue. Yet Spencer slowed to a halt, giving you an apologetic look and mouthing an 'I'm sorry.'

"Hi, Pumpkin! Daddy is home. Now I'm helping Mommy with something, and then I'll go to your room to say hi, okay?" He called to the door.

"And read me a story?" The little girl asked, excited after confirming her suspicion about Daddy at home.

"Sure! I'll be there in a minute!"

"M'kay!" you heard the little footsteps back to her room.

Carefully, Spencer pulled out of you, kissing your forehead.

"I'll go and come back real quick, okay?" He promised. You only sighed.

"Don't lie, Spencer. You know she won't be satisfied with just one story. She had missed you a lot."

"But I bet she's tired. I'll read her that one makes her fall asleep faster. That one with the castles and flying dragons? I promise I'll be back soon, and we can continue what we started," Spencer winked. You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Okay. I'll be waiting."

And you waited. Half an hour. An hour. An hour and a half. Spencer didn't come back, though. You already suspected what had happened, but you thought he was as eager as you so he could keep awake.

Only to be sure nothing terrible transpired, you padded to your daughter's room.

Spencer was soundly sleeping in the bed next to her. The book was long forgotten over the comforter.

There was no point in waking him up. You knew he likely didn't sleep properly in the past nine days. So you returned to the bedroom. After dressing in your comfy pajamas, you got into bed. Switching the lights off, you turned and closed your eyes. It took you only some minutes before dozing off.

When Spencer's eyes fluttered open, he first noticed Liv sleeping by his side. The second thing was how curled he was in the small bed. Stretching a little, he checked his watch. It read 3:00 AM.

Fuck. He had fallen asleep.

Slowly Spencer stood up and tucked Liv with the covers, leaving the book on the night table. After kissing her forehead, he walked out, leaving the room's door ajar.

Once back in your shared bedroom, he noticed you sleeping. Soft snoring escaped your lips.

He laid by your side, the mattress dipping under his weight. Carefully he leaned to whisper in your ear.

"Baby. I'm so sorry. I fell asleep. I'm sorry," he apologized, kissing your temple. You stirred a little, half awake, but you barely had the energy to speak, let alone to be gentle.

"Then go back to sleep," you mumbled before succumbing to your slumber again.

Spencer knew he deserved it. He made you wait, promising to come back soon. He would have to plan a good way to make it up to you.

After changing into his pajamas, Spencer joined you in bed and quickly dozen off.

Your alarm went off at 6:00 AM. Groaning, you threw down an arm over the bedside table. And without looking, you searched for the offensive device to turn it off.

Reluctantly your eyes fluttered open. To fight the snooze, you rubbed your palms over your eyes. Then you noticed Spencer was sleeping by your side. 

He surely has the day off after the unholy hour he returned home last night.

Standing up, you padded to the bathroom to shower, hoping the hot water on your skin would help wake you up.

You were still slightly disappointed about the inexistent sexy time with your boyfriend last night, but you couldn't be mad at him. How could you? He looked so adorable sleeping next to Olivia.

But you have been missing him like crazy.

You've missed his hungry and open-mouth kisses, his hands roaming your naked body, his voice whispering dirty things in your ear.

God, you could hear him right now.

Without realizing it, you squeezed shut your eyes as your hand kneaded one of your breasts. With your thumb and pointer finger, you pinched a nipple and rubbed it. Your other hand traveled further south to meet your clit. Drawing several eight figures on the bud coaxed a moan from you.

The hot water on your skin only pushed you to get lost in the fantasy. The fantasy of Spencer fucking you like there is no tomorrow.

A whine escaped from your lips. You were so immersed in what you wanted him to do to you that you didn't notice Spencer's naked body behind you.

"You should have asked me if you wanted help with that," he said cheekily. You almost jumped in shock.

"Spencer!"

He wrapped his arms around your waist, his lips peppering kisses on your shoulder. He pressed your back to his chest, and you couldn't help the moan that left your mouth when you felt his hardness against your ass.

"Let me help, darling. Let me make it up for falling asleep last night," he asked. Your hum gave him the permission he needed.

After spinning you over, he quickly dropped to his knees, and with his left hand, he guided your right leg to rest over his shoulder. That provided him with the angle he wanted.

You were already turned on, but seeing Spencer on his knees for you was something else. He looked so hot there, so ready to please you.

He trailed kisses from your calves to your thighs. The anticipation was killing you.

"Baby, please. We do not have much time," you begged.

Spencer listened to your request and gave in, diving his mouth into your core.

"Fuck!" you whimpered, grasping Spencer's wet locks to root yourself.

"Baby, you taste so good," he mumbled, not stopping his task. The vibration of his voice rumbled in your core, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Everything about Spencer Reid was perfect; you learned that fact the day you met him years ago. But one of the incredible and still amazing things about this man was his talent to eat pussy. Like a starved man in front of his only meal. Of course, it's not something to complain about; quite the opposite.

"Yes, yes, yes," you chanted, so entranced in the pleasure you forgot the hot water hitting your bodies.

Spencer grasped your leg over his shoulder to keep you steady and used his other hand to push two fingers into you.

"Oh, yes! Yes! So so good!"

God, those slender and skillful fingers. You usually had an internal debate about what you loved the most: his tongue, fingers, or dick. But you loved them equally and even better if he used them on you simultaneously.

"Spencer, please. Faster, baby," you begged, and Spencer obliged. Speeding his motions, you were on the brink of your climax. You only needed a little push. When you were sure the coil was about to snap, a sudden opening of the bathroom door and a familiar little voice brought you to reality.

"Daddy!!! Aunt Penelope is calling!!!!" Liv chimed.

Spencer almost falls on the shower floor, leaving the grip of your leg.

"Shit!" you mumbled, bracing against the wall to steady yourself.

"Who is calling, Pumpkin?" Spencer shrieked, trying to conceal your curse words and his heavy breathing. Hastily he grabbed a towel from the hook next to the shower and covered himself.

"Aunt Peny!" Liv repeated, reaching out Spencer's cell phone to him.

"Oh. Okay. Thank you, sweetheart. Let's take the call outside, okay?" Spencer offered, leading Liv out of the bathroom.

After he shut the door, you let out a deep sigh, all flustered and frustrated.

Not a nice feeling, if you are honest.

Yet you knew the scene you'd find after exiting the bathroom would be more disappointing.

And you were just right.

With a towel around your body, you appeared in the bedroom and saw Spencer dressed in his usual work attire, fixing his tie. He noticed you standing there through the mirror reflection. Turning to face you, his apologetic eyes told you what you already knew.

"Don't look at me like that, please."

"I'm not looking at you in any particular way," you lied.

"Baby, I know you're pissed off. But there is an urgent case in Louisiana. There are several-" He was about to explain, but you shook your head to cut him off. You didn't want to know.

"Nu-uh. No need for details, Spencer. It's your job. I know." It was true; you knew how it was, but it didn't frustrate you less. Spencer came closer and held one of your hands.

"Hey, I promise I'll make it up to you," he vowed, rubbing your knuckles. You bit your lower lip; to this extent, you had already lost count of the times he had told the same thing in the past months.

"Don't. Stop saying that, Spence. I know you have good intentions, but circumstances are not on our side, so stop making promises we know you can't keep, okay?"

Spencer winced. He knew you were right; he didn't find a tangible way to make it up to Liv or you in the past months. That pained him.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad. Just - just frustrated, okay? Now I'm going to help Liv to dress and prepare myself for work," you announced, squeezing his hand before letting go of it and leaving the bedroom.

After assisting Olivia with the morning routine, the little girl strolled to where her dad was in the kitchen. You then started to prepare yourself. You knew it would be a hard day at work. Thanks to the nonhabitual customers plaguing the bookstore during the Holiday season, it had been like that in the past week.

You got to the kitchen fully dressed and found Spencer preparing breakfast. Liv was eating her cereal already.

"Mommy! Daddy made breakfast!" Liv chirped.

"I see that, sweetheart. Daddy made breakfast for me too. Thanks, Daddy," you said, grabbing the mug full of coffee Spencer served.

He gave you a wide smile.

Spencer felt terrible for leaving again in less than twelve hours, so he wanted at least to make a little something.

"I can take Liv to school," he offered. You looked at him, puzzled.

"You sure? You are not late already?"

"I'm sure. It's okay. I don't think the whole team gets there in less than forty-five minutes," Spencer informed, checking his watch.

You nodded, knowing why he was doing this. Spencer was already self-conscious and anxious about not being around so often in the past weeks. He felt guilty, and you hated making him feel that way.

After the last sip of his coffee, Spencer stood.

"Okay, time to go, Liv."

The little girl rushed to get her backpack and then to you to kiss you goodbye.

"Bye, Mommy."

"Bye, sweetheart. Mommy will pick you up in the afternoon, okay?" You reminded her while combing a rebel hair strand behind her ear. Olivia had the same kind of untamed hair as her father.

"M'kay. Love you."

"Love you too, honey."

"I'll call you when we touch down, okay?" Spencer affirmed, grabbing his satchel and go-bag.

"Okay. Be safe," you requested, as always, when he was leaving for a case.

"I will. I love you. So so much." Spencer pecked your lips, caressing your cheek.

"I love you too, Spencer."

And you were right. The day stood as awful as you thought it would be. So awful that it was eleven pm, and you were at home still working on the list you needed to get for the bookstore collection.

A ding from your phone took you out of your current task.

<Spence 🎃❤️: I'm sure this hotel didn't pass the sanitary inspection>

You chuckled, just picturing Spencer's face right now.

<Love 😘👩‍🏫: I don't think that's the case. You're being dramatic, Spence> 

You typed, knowing Spencer could be slightly exaggerated sometimes. Still, you love when he tells you about trivial things of his day.

<Spence 🎃❤️: No. I'm not. Jeez, I can't believe Emily booked us this> 

<Love 😘👩‍🏫: I assume you're done for the night. How is the case?> 

<Spence 🎃❤️: Frustrating. I can't finish the geographical profile yet. But we'll figure it out eventually. How was your day? Is Liv sleeping right now?> 

You didn't want to worry him, but you couldn't lie to him.

<Love 😘👩‍🏫: I would like to say my day is over, but I'm still filling the list of new items I need. Luckily Liv had a great day at school and is now soundly sleeping> 

<Spence 🎃❤️: But it's eleven pm. You need to sleep. Please, don't stay up so late> 

Spencer - the guy who barely sleeps being away from home - worried about your sleeping schedule was something contradictory and adorable at the same time. 

<Love 😘👩‍🏫: I'll finish soon, I promise. And you go to sleep too. You need to be fresh for tomorrow. I love you> 

<Spence 🎃❤️: I love you too. So so much. I really would like to be there. I'm sorry>

Spencer felt bad. Even if he knew you were as workaholic as him, he would have wanted to be there so you didn't have to put up with all the work. On top of that, he missed you and his daughter.

In the time you have been dating since your reunion - five years after Olivia was born - Spencer's life changed, and for the better.

Spencer thought he would never find happiness after what he did. He thought he lost his chance when you told him you were pregnant, and he left.

So when fate brought you to his life again, he swore not to screw it up this time. Against the odds, you accepted him, and Spencer has never been happier since then. Thinking about that, he can't stress enough his desire to make you happy for long as you have him. As happy as you make him.

With that thought and before going to sleep, Spencer made a mental note to talk with Emily the following day. He needed to do something to make it up for the weeks away from you and get back the quality time you both needed.

While Spencer was catching a serial killer in Louisiana, you still managed a lot of workload in the bookstore. Five days and you were utterly exhausted. Now it was Friday, and Spencer hadn't called you yet. You guys spoke the night before; he hoped to wrap the case soon. Checking your watch, you realized it was time to pick up Liv from school. As you were getting ready, the bell at the bookstore entrance got your attention. You weren't prepared for what you saw next: Luke Alvez crossing the threshold. It took you two seconds to start freaking out. Something bad happened. Luke read your face immediately and jumped to explain.

"No, no, no. Everything is okay. Spencer is okay," he hastened to say, walking to you with hands up to calm you down.

"Why are you here then?" You asked, confused. You didn't think Luke was there looking for a book or just passing by. 

And that also meant Spencer was in DC as well.

"Sorry, that sounded rude. When did you guys come back?" You asked the man, who gave you a wide smile.

"It's okay. We came back today. We caught the guy first thing in the morning. But! I'm not here to talk about work," he said, handing you an envelope he produced from his pocket. You took it and narrowed your eyes before opening it. There was a card inside you learned was written by Spencer. His handwriting was unmistakable.

'My sweet girl, 

I'm sorry if seeing Luke made you nervous. I'm okay, safe and sound. I just can't be there right now, although I only want to be with you. Yet I need you to trust me in this, okay? I need you to go with Luke. He knows where. And you don't have to worry about Olivia, she is fine. I already picked her up. 

See you soon, my love. 

SR.'

You looked at Luke, still puzzled. He chuckled, signaling to the door.

"Shall we?"

You tried, by all means, to get Luke to tell you something about what was happening as you guys went in the car to who knows where, but he just shook his head, smiling and telling you to be patient. Clearly, Luke Alvez didn't know patience was the least you had left these days. Even so, you stopped insisting and focused on the road after a while. It was starting to get dark, and through the window, you could see the landscape of big green trees passing by. It was a welcomed sight after the days you just had.

Luke pulled over to a cabin hidden between the woods an hour later. The lights inside were on, and on the porch, you saw Spencer standing with a massive smile on his face.

"Spencer?" You asked after getting down from Luke's car. Luke behind you.

"Hey, love. How was the trip?" Spencer asked casually as if this was a regular occurrence and you were totally aware of what was going on.

"Honey, why you don't explain to me what's this?"

"Okay, Reid, (Y/N). Here is where my task is done," Luke announced, taking off an invisible hat in a saluting motion before climbing again to his car.

"Thank you so much, Luke. I owe you," Spencer told Alvez, who shook his head.

"No problem, man. Have a good time, you two."

As the car pulled away, you turned back to look at Spencer, who already had his eyes on you.

"Spencer? Why are we here? Where is Liv?" You asked, looking behind his shoulder into the cabin to see if your daughter was there. Spencer followed your line of vision, knowing what you were doing.

"Hey, look at me," he requested, softly tilting your head back to him with his fingers on your chin.

"But-" You stuttered. You weren't accustomed to being without Olivia if you weren't working or she wasn't at school.

"Hey, Liv is fine. She's with JJ and the boys, and they'll have a pajama party tonight. She won't miss us. And we, my sweet girl? We need time for ourselves. I know the past months have been stressful for both; that's why we are here. To disconnect and reconnect," Spencer explained, lovingly stroking your cheek. His efforts worked. You were now focused, looking at the man in awe.

"So you planned all of this?" You raised an eyebrow. Not that you weren't familiar with Spencer doing special things for you, but lately, your routine consumed a lot from both of you.

"Yep," he answered sheepishly. You chuckled before leaning to peck his lips.

"Spencer Reid, you're definitely something else."

"Wait until you see inside," he retorted, holding your hand and leading you into the cabin.

Spencer was right. Inside was like being in a romantic movie. 

The place was cozy, with a fireplace in the middle and a large couch with thick blankets. In the back was a small table already set neatly for two. Not to mention the enormous windows with a spectacular lake view.

"This is so beautiful. Look at the lights! A table for two? Wine? You went the extra mile here!" You complimented your boyfriend as you took in the place. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your neck.

"Ah! And you haven't seen the hot tub yet," Spencer mumbled into your skin, filling your stomach with butterflies.

"I assume we won't sleep tonight," you giggled, turning to face Spencer. He had a playful look.

"Maybe not, but we can do that tomorrow," he offered, pecking the tip of your nose.

"I doubt it if we need to leave early," you pouted. Spencer smirked.

"We don't have to. Indeed, we don't have to come back until Monday noon."

Monday noon? You were not understanding.

"Spencer, don't be silly. Liv can't stay with JJ the entire weekend, and we have work," you tried to reason, but that only got you a wider smile from Spencer.

"In fact, she can. JJ promised the boys a trip to the zoo tomorrow and the kid's carnival in Virginia on Sunday. JJ invited Liv to join them, and she said yes," he informed you. You narrowed your eyes to him.

"Are you letting our six-old pick her activities for the weekend now?" Spencer giggled.

"Yep. This time, at least. And! About work, you don't have to worry. I have time off until Tuesday, and I talked with Alan, so you do too."

You were impressed. Spencer indeed took care of all the details.

"Unbelievable. And I have to guess you packed clothes for the weekend too?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"Your guess is correct. Although I do plan you won't wear many clothes this weekend. I would even venture to say we'll stay naked most of the time," Spencer whispered in your ear.

"Spencer Reid! What a perverted mind of yours," you scolded him, trying to disguise the growing desire you already had. He chuckled, leaning back to look at you.

"I know, but you love me for that."

"And for so many other things. Do you want me to show you?" You asked him, running your index finger up and down his chest.

"Oh yes, please," he agreed, kissing you. You welcomed the gesture, capturing his lips in yours. Your hands now fled up his shoulders until they were secured around his neck. Spencer gripped your hips to keep you in place. 

Soon after, the kiss grew in heat and need. No one could have blamed you; it had been weeks since you both hadn't been together. Not even your best toy had been enough to appease how you missed him.

You were ready to have him right there and then. But it seemed Spencer had other plans because when you were about to undo his shirt buttons without breaking the kiss, one of his hands stopped you.

"Wait," he mumbled into your lips, reluctantly parting his lips from yours.

"What's wrong?" You asked, worried about doing something inappropriate or making him uncomfortable.

"Nothing. I mean, I'm as desperate as you are," Spencer answered, almost huffing. You didn't understand then why he stopped. Spencer saw the confusion in your eyes and hurried to explain. "It's just that dinner is ready, and we have a bottle of wine waiting for us," he explained, head pointing to the table.

"But baby, dinner can wait," you suggested seductively, giving your best bedroom eyes to him. You wanted nothing but him to give in and fuck you senseless.

Spencer bit his lower lip, considering your offer for a second. It didn't help you were toying with his shirt buttons, not breaking eye contact and batting your eyelashes at him.

"Ugh! Fuck dinner," Spencer decided, pulling you full to his body to kiss your lips. You gladly complied, shoving your arms around his neck again and kissing him back.

Not breaking apart, you both stumbled between the furniture to reach the bedroom. But once there, you couldn't help but part from Spencer's lips to turn and admire the place. Candles were scattered over each surface, giving a dim glow to the room.

"This is amazing, Spencer."

Spencer chuckled, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"All for you, my sweet girl," he purred in your ear. You love how horny he gets when he calls you like that. And hearing him talk made you shudder in anticipation. You were desperate for him. You have been like this for weeks and couldn't wait any longer.

"Please, Spencer. I need you," you begged, leaning back to rest your head on his shoulder.

"And I need you," he told you while his hands danced dangerously down your lower stomach and his lips kissed your neck. His hot breath on your skin set you aflame, and the moan ripping your throat sounded nasty and eager, but you couldn't care less.

Spencer's hands traveled to the hem of your top, pulling it up. You eased his task, raising your arms. With the garment out, Spencer's hand moved to unclasp your bra. After tugging the fabric off of you, he tossed it behind him.

You turned then to face him. He groaned, seeing your breasts. His hands cupped each of them as magnets, massaging the flesh and coaxing a moan from you.

"I missed these girls," he breathed before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirling around the bud felt amazing. You were so soaked already by his ministrations in your sensitive skin that you could have cum right then.

"Feels so good," you moaned, eyes closed shut and arching your back to give him better access.

Releasing your nipple with a pop, Spencer was now focused on the other one. Both needed the same treatment. Your hands flew to his wild curls, tugging them for what you got a grunt from Spencer.

"Harder," he demanded, and you obliged, tugging harder this time. A moan escaped from Spencer's mouth, vibrating in your skin and making you dizzy.

"Fuck, baby," you breathed. The noises coming from his mouth made you so wet and needy that you clenched your thighs together to get some friction, and you weren't even naked yet.

Out of instinct, your hands shifted to yank his shirt. Spencer understood what you wanted, and with his lips sucking and nipping your exposed skin, he unbuttoned and got rid of his shirt, tossing it to the floor.

"Spencer, please," you begged. You needed more, and you needed it now.

His hands moved to secure your ass and lift you up so your legs hooked around his waist. He walked both of you to the bed, climbing on his knees and bending you over the mattress.

"What do you want?" He asked, lips brushing yours and his voice husky with desire.

"You. All of you. Please."

"Don't worry, my sweet girl. I'll take care of you." His mouth was now kissing your neck as his hands started to unbutton your jeans.

The more desperate you were, the more Spencer tortured you by moving slower. Neither the whines nor the moans ripping from your throat were convincing enough. He wanted to take his sweet time with you.

After sliding your jeans down your legs and flinging them to the floor, Spencer's mouth focused on your calves first, kissing and licking up until reaching your thighs.

Your core throbbed in protest at the inattention, but it didn't wait long to feel Spencer's hot breath in your covered pussy. He groaned at the realization of how wet you were.

"All this for me?" He asked cockily, tracing the flimsy fabric with his fingers and making you moan.

"Yes! All of it. For you, baby," you panted and whined while Spencer toyed with the waistline of your panties.

"I need to taste you. Can I?" He asked. As if you were going to tell him no, which you wouldn't.

"Yes, yes, do it, baby."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice, gliding your panties down your legs and leaving you completely bare and at his mercy.

Seeing yourself so exposed might have made you feel vulnerable, but with Spencer, it didn't. Since the first time you both had sex, he had always treated you as the most precious thing in the world.

After licking a long stripe of your core, Spencer hummed, satisfied at last having you like this. You were the air his lungs missed.

Instinctively your hands found a home between his curls. You needed something to ground to as your boyfriend's tongue swirled around your swollen clit.

"So good. You taste so fucking good. I will never get tired of this," the man between your legs praised. It was true; if he could spend hours eating you out, he would. More than once, hearing your noises and feeling your moisture coating his tongue had been enough for him to cum.

This time though, he wanted you to cum first before he could ever think to do it himself. Still sucking your nub, he used his fingers to add to your pleasure. And it worked; as he finger-fucked you and lapped your clit, you were a moaning mess at the brink of cumming.

"Spencer! Right there! I'm gonna-shit!" You announced, shamelessly whining under his ministrations. Spencer knew you were close and sped his pace. Without stopping his task, he spoke his command.

"Cum for me. Let me drink it all."

His words rumbling in your core were what pushed you to the edge. You screamed his name, arching your back and tightening your grip on his hair. A white-hot flash blurred your sight as your body filled with the pick of your pleasure.

"Spencer! Fuck!"

"That's my girl," he mumbled, dribbling at your core and swallowing everything you gave him. His fingers were still massaging that sweet spot, now slowly to help you to ride out your orgasm.

As you descended from your high, you noticed between half-lidded eyes a pair of hazel orbs looking at you in utter adoration.

"Good?" He asked, a lovesick smile plastered on his face. You huffed a laugh, still trying to regulate your breathing.

"You ask me that after I got hoarse from screaming your name?" You questioned in disbelief. Spencer chuckled.

"Yeah?"

"Come here," you demanded, pulling him up to kiss him. You could taste your own arousal coating his lips. The feeling made you both moan in unison.

"I love you," he mumbled on your lips.

"I love you too," you replied, still dizzy after your intense orgasm.

"We can stop if you want," he offered. You glanced at him, almost offended.

"If you stop, I'll break up with you," you threatened. Spencer laughed.

"Yes, ma'am."

Not waiting for another command, Spencer hovered over you, kissing you hungrily. You welcomed his passion, roaming down his naked torso and reaching his belt buckle. Then your hands were doing quick work to unfasten it.

"Eager, are we?" Spencer teased, nibbling at your collarbone.

"I could say the same," you bantered back, slightly palming his clothed erection. That made Spencer growl.

"I'm not going to lie, my sweet girl. I want to fuck you so bad," he grunted in your ear. And you moaned in anticipation.

"Then do it. Fuck me. I need your cock, baby. Fuck me hard until I forget my name," you begged, your voice giving away your desperation.

Spencer couldn't take it anymore; he kneeled on the mattress to undid his pants. He got rid of them and his boxers in record time. Both garments landed on the floor somewhere across the room.

Your eyes couldn't help but focus on Spencer's length hitting his lower stomach. It was painfully hard, head angry red and leaking precum. The sight watered your mouth. Oh, how bad you wanted it inside you, tearing you in two.

You let out a painful mewl at the thought, making Spencer chuckle.

"What is it?" Spencer taunted, already knowing what you wanted.

"Please, baby," you purred, hand wrapping around his length to pump it a few times. Spencer hissed when you did that.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you," he demanded. You whined, hoping that would be enough for him to give in, but it wasn't. He would wait until you told him exactly what you wanted.

"I need your big cock. In me. Fucking me senseless," you confessed, still moving your hand up and down Spencer's dick. That was the last straw for him. With one hand, he grabbed both of yours and pinned them above your head. You gasped at the sudden change of position, but Spencer was too focused on what he was doing even to care. His free hand held his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

Slowly he pushed forward, and you felt how you were filled by him inch by inch. A dragged moan ripped out of your mouth at the welcomed intrusion.

"So tight, so warm," Spencer praised, entranced by the sensation of you and the sight of him disappearing between your folds.

"Spencer. Oh my God."

Once he was fully inside, his gaze focused on your face. Eyes squeezed shut; eyebrows furrowed, and mouth agape.

"I missed you so much, my sweet girl," he declared, using one hand to stroke your cheek lovingly. You opened your eyes to find his hazel ones looking at you with utter devotion.

"I missed you too, Spence. So much," you acknowledged, basking in the feeling of him and, above all, enjoying that time alone you both needed.

"I would stay like this forever," Spencer recognized, pushing some hair strands out of your face. A moan tore from his chest when you involuntarily clenched your walls around him.

"Me too, but now you need to move," you whimpered, ready to receive everything he could offer you. Spencer nodded, pulling out almost entirely before slamming into you again to set a steady pace.

"Fuck, yes!" You cried, feeling Spencer thrust into you once and again.

The sound of skin hitting skin was sinful, and your moans only added to that erotic picture. Spencer's eyes didn't leave yours, trying to commit to memory your blissed expression. He loved being the one who could give you that much pleasure. He wanted that for the rest of his life.

"(Y/N), shit," he panted, leaning forward to rest his forearms on each side of your head so he could kiss you hard. You kissed him back with the same intensity, swallowing all his grunts escaping his mouth with each thrust.

You were lost in the pleasure he was giving you, but nothing seemed to be enough. You wanted all of him. To feel him in deeply in you.

"Harder! Please, harder. I can take it!"

Your demand came in the form of a broken moan. And who was Spencer to deny you anything? Leaning his head in the crook of your neck, his hips started to move faster and purposely deep. Grunting in your ear, he tried to do his best not to lose it.

"So you can take it, uh? My sweet girl is so fucking desperate for my cock. If people knew how a whore you get with my dick in you." He accompanied each word with a harsh thrust, leaving you like a moaning mess.

You loved Spencer's dirty talk. It always got you there in no time. And this occasion wasn't the exception.

"Baby, I'm so close," you whined, scratching his biceps with your nails.

"Fuck, me too," Spencer added, panting hard and feeling his thrusts faltering.

"Please, don't stop!" You begged, almost at the edge of your climax.

"I won't," he grunted, thrusting deeper if possible.

"Shit! Oh God!"

"Cum for me! Cum on my cock, please," Spencer demanded with the last ounce of strength before succumbing to his own pleasure. And his words worked. After he commanded you to come, your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

"Fuck! Yes!" you cried as your walls constricted and your sight went blank.

"(Y/N), argh!" Spencer grunted, thrusting in and out to ride out your high and chase his own.

"Give it to me. Come on, Spencer. Give it to me!" you chanted, clenching your walls with the spasms of your climax. That drove Spencer to the edge, emptying himself in you. His warmth filled you and almost pushed you into another orgasm.

Spencer's body collapsed onto yours. His heavy breathing matched yours. As you descended from your highs, your hands found Spencer's damped hair. Spencer's hand rubbed circles in your naked waist as your fingers racked between his locks.

After some sense of reality brought you both back, Spencer pulled out of you and headed to the bathroom to get a wet cloth and clean the remnants of your mess. Tossing the fabric into the hamper, he laid down next to you.

"Wow. That - that was amazing," you puffed, still trying to catch your breath and scooting closer to rest your head on his chest.

"Yeah. More than amazing," Spencer added, securing your waist with his arms around.

It had been a long time since you had spent an evening like this. Without the pressure of time, your work, or chores to do.

"Thank you," you told Spencer, lazily gesturing around the room. You both were still regulating your breath. Spencer turned his head to look at you and smiled.

"You are welcome," he winked. And you could have ended the conversation there, but you felt the urge to let out what was on your mind.

"I'm not only talking about this, you know? I mean, I do," you tried to explain. "But it's everything, I guess?" Spencer raised an eyebrow. There was something else; he could feel it.

"(Y/N), if someone should be thankful, that would be me. Believe me," Spencer retorted softly. You shook your head, avoiding eye contact. Noticing your reaction, he leaned with a forearm on the mattress and reached to stroke your cheek so you could look at him again.

Maybe it's true sex can get you emotional; you didn't know, honestly. But you couldn't help the tears rolling down your cheeks- tears that alarmed your boyfriend.

"Hey, what's it, baby? Did I do or say something wrong?" Spencer asked when he saw your glassy eyes. You hastened to explain.

"No! You didn't do anything bad. It's the opposite, actually," you started. Spencer narrowed his eyes, trying to catch your train of thought. 

While collecting your ideas, you sat in bed. Spencer mimicked you, giving you time to develop whatever was in your head.

"I won't tell you this to make you feel bad or guilty. But I need it to prove my point, okay?" You prefaced. Spencer nodded in silence. After letting out a deep sigh, you spoke again.

"I'm not going to say I fell in love with you the day I met you, but between that point and our first date, I knew I had fallen hard for you. And it was tough to realize things between us didn't evolve like a fairy tale. After you left, reality hit me: I was alone against the world again. But this time, I had a human being who depended on me," you sighed, remembering when you discovered you were pregnant. Spencer kept a respectful silence, waiting for you to continue.

"For a long time, I convinced myself I needed to fall in love again to get over you. And I tried. I swear I looked for it. But at some point, I stopped. It just didn't make sense, you know? I couldn't force my heart to do that. And I wondered if that kind of love wasn't meant for me. I settled with that idea to move on," you shrugged, gazing at him. You noticed how guilty he felt even if he didn't say anything.

"Spencer, I never hated you, even if you thought I did at some point. Truthfully, I hated myself for believing I could have gotten more from you than I did."

Spencer looked at you intensely, fighting the urge to say something. But he promised he would listen.

"And then life made us cross paths again. It wasn't conventional, but it happened, and the idea of having you in my life again scared the shit of me. I didn't want my heart hurt, but I did it for Olivia. And when I tried to shield myself from you, you still managed to reach me and rebuild the love you broke in me. I didn't feel it was possible, but you did it. That's why I thank you. Even if you broke my heart, you gathered the pieces and cared for them until they became whole again. You restored my faith in love."

As you ended speaking, you caught Spencer's tearing eyes. Yours surely looked the same.

"I love you," Spencer mumbled, barely blinking to avoid letting go of his tears. You smiled. Those words were the reassurance you needed in a moment of vulnerability like this.

"And I love you too if you didn't notice it from what I just said," you finished your statement with a joke, trying to lighten the mood. Spencer shook his head, chuckling. You giggled, satisfied with his reaction. That giggle morphed into a wide smile when his lips met yours in a long, sweet kiss.

When the kiss ended, Spencer rested his forehead on yours, basking in the intimate moment you were having. And without any prompting, he just said...

"Marry me."

After the words left his mouth, he realized what he had done. Opening his eyes, he saw yours filled with confusion.

"What?"

It slipped, but there was nothing but truth in his request. Spencer was convinced he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, be your husband, and love you how you deserved to be loved.

Chuckling nervously, he shook his head.

"It is not like I pictured this to go, but I can't wait any longer," he confessed. The cat was out of the bag.

"Spencer, what are you talking about?"

"Please. Give me a second. Wait right here."

Before you could say anything, he quickly got up from the bed and ran to the living room. Seeing your naked boyfriend jumping out of bed into the hallway was humorous enough to make a joke. Still, you were so confused about what was happening that nothing came out of your mouth.

"Where are you-" You stuttered.

"I'll be right back!" 

He was right. In less than a minute, Spencer reappeared in the room, one of his fists clenched. He quickly knelt on the mattress in front of you, and with his free hand, he took yours.

"Like I said. It wasn't how I imagined doing this, but I guess Rossi was right when he told me you can't fabricate the perfect moment, but you can feel it, though," he prefaced.

"Spencer-"

“(Y/N). I love you, and I'll love you until my last breath and beyond. There is no one I want to be with for the rest of my days but you. You are the one for me; you already gave me your heart and one of the most precious gifts I could ask for, our little Olivia. And I want to make you both happy for the rest of my life."

Although you already suspected where this was going, your brain still couldn't believe the scene unfolding before you.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?"

Your jaw dropped after hearing the question. Spencer was proposing to you? It couldn't be. Although things were going well between you in this universe, you did not expect something like this at this moment.

Spencer took your silence as discomfort, so he tried to explain himself.

"I know this is unconventional. I had never proposed to anyone kneeling on a mattress, naked and shaking, either for feeling cold or be extremely nervous, I don't know. Well, I never proposed to anyone before, but you know what I mean-" Spencer rambled until you cut him off.

"Yes!" You blurted. And this time, it was Spencer who was surprised by your retort.

"What? 'Yes, I never proposed to anyone before' or 'Yes, I didn't do it being naked?'" he questioned, narrowing his eyes.

You laughed when you saw your boyfriend's face trying to figure out what you were referring to.

"Silly, 'yes' is my answer. I'll marry you," you repeated, beaming.

The confusion quickly turned to elation. You said yes. You agreed to marry him and be his wife. This was one of the happiest days of his life.

Without warning, he caught you with his arms in a tight embrace, laughing and letting out tears of happiness, hiding his head in your neck and inhaling your essence, evidence that you and this moment were real.

"So yes?" He asked when he parted, only for good measure.

"A million times yes," you assured him, leaning to kiss your now fiancee's lips.

A million times, you would say to him yes. That million times represent the love for that man who just asked to marry him, naked in the bed where he just fucked you like there wasn't tomorrow, in a cabin lost in the woods he picked to have time alone with you. This is the same man that broke your heart and mended it with time, care, and devotion. The man that gave you a beautiful daughter and just had promised life by your side.

Things were unconventional with Spencer Reid, no doubt, but unconventional is the story between you and him, so why not? 

This moment starts another chapter in your unconventional life together, and you are already eager to know what the future will bring you.

Are you guys not eager to know too?

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[stereotypicalswiftie]

The Marauders boys and their unconventional love languages

Regulus: Biting. All the time. He bites sirius constantly and it makes him rage. James too, but his he follows with a kiss. On his biceps and his shoulders and his thighs. He imprints himself onto the people he loves.

James: cooking. Like his mother, james loves to cook for his loved ones. He learnt french food specifically for Sirius and Reg. Learnt how to make grilled cheese for remus, exactly how hope used to make it. He loves the act of it, the labour that comes with slaving away to cook something, he loves sitting down and breaking bread, and the aftermath, forcing reg to pull his sleeves up and get to work on the dishes while he continues to distract him with soft neck kisses.

Sirius: Music. He loves to share music with the people he loves. He associates most songs with someone (same). Playlists and mixtapes and yap sessions about every single lyric. Dancing in the kitchen with James while he cooks

Remus: learning. Remus loves knowing thing, understanding them, figuring out what makes them tick. That extends to the people he loves. He knows which shoe sirius puts on first, how much toothpaste he uses when he brushes his teeth. He knows that reg pretends to be indifferent when he’s hurt, while james pretends to be happy. He knows lily dog ears her books because she never remembers where her bookmark is. He knows.

Evan: writing. Its never poetry and its never long, but barty finds them everywhere. On the mirror in his car, in his lunch, under the lid of the toilet. Little colourful sticky notes, scrawled in messy hand writing with “i love yous” and “your beautiful” and “dont forget…”.

Barty: voice. It wasn’t bickering. It was sarcasm, light ribbing at one another’s expense. Teasing remarks and inside jokes. Never hurtful, of course. But the ability to talk to someone in what is almost another language, in a way that makes zero sense to the untrained eye, that was how barty loved. He loved it because it was a special type of vulnerability, to be able to show someone the underside of your belly, to let the push on your softs spots and trust that they wont push too hard.

[verridith]

New Wings of Fire adoptables up for purchase on my ko-fi, using Biohazardia's wonderful WoF base pack! These are a bit unconventional - especially the heavily-edited Seawing - but they should theoretically fall within canon boundaries... I think LOL

Up for $40 each on my ko-fi shop!

They are as follows:

1. Hivewing 2. Icewing (possibly with Nightwing heritage?) 3. Leafwing 4. Mudwing 5. Nightwing 6. Rainwing 7. Seawing 8. Silkwing 9. Skywing 10. Sandwing

[cactuskat]

Okay so, can we just talk about, CAN WE JUST FUCKING TALK ABOUT the beauty of incomprehensible love. The love stories that are inexplicitly explicitly romantic in way that can only be portrayed and understood by the entities within it, cause that is just what makes SENSE for them, for their matter that strewns them together, the concepts that thread their beings, the neurons that bring their minds to life!

The sort of love that can't be expressed in a mere human way, with a gift, with a conversation, or even in a bed

Something that can't be expressed with "affection" or "adoration", perhaps it be expressed with "devotion", "understanding" maybe, but the closest thing you could say is "I love you" and even that is unable to capture the intricacies of what is felt!

Can we talk about the broiling passion in glorious battle with an opponent you know you will never beat, and they know will never beat you, but you will never cease your attempt because there is nothing else, no one else you would feel quite so alive with?

Can we talk about the play of a dance taken through the ages, over an eternity, of teasing, testing, tempting one another to pull to your side, to see your world, until, you don't know where your morals starts, and their's ends?

Can we talk about the yearning that comes from sharing a drink, but never a word, simply seeing this other again and again, never knowing their mind, but longing to have it, and yet understanding that in those shared glances, those half hearted chuckles, awkward coughs, no matter what sorrow you've experienced in that past, what tragedies you've suffered to put you here, you have each other, and this person to silently share your quiet troubles with?

Can we talk about the shrugs, and smiles, and laughs, and inability to answer "So what even are you guys?" "When did this happen??" "have you ever been apart?" "What's your secret?" "What are we?" yet in your mind you already know "it's just us"?

Can we talk about that amorphous constructs, meant to be one, yet pulled apart, by forces even they are unable to control, only to call to one another again, knowing that only in their counterpart they are able to feel whole, feel as they are meant to feel?

[gimmick-thief]

don’t mind me just uh

dropping this off here @day-mode

[bookquotesfrombooks]

“As has been said over and over, by autistic people who have been advocating and educating for much longer than I have, there is no hating the autism and loving the child.”

Amethyst Schaber

“Unconventional” in Sincerely, Your Autistic Child

[animestsstuff2]

Unconventional

Bakugou Katsuki X fem reader.

This is kinda long lol!

Part 1 here

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You sat daydreaming during Present Mic’s class, English was never your best subject and you definitely didn’t try to better yourself with the constant daydreams. Your eyes glancing over to the blonde beside you. His eyes meeting yours the tiniest of quirk of his lip as his red eyes rolled playfully at your obvious un-interest in the loud teacher before you both. His foot shifting ever so slightly to nudge yours. The decision by Bakugou to move next to you went unnoticed by your peers, initially Mina picked up on it but after watching how you both literally never interacted during English she let her ship drown but it is Bakugou, nothing he does is conventional. Your eyes leaving the blondes as you thought about the developments which lead to you dating..

You were training with class 1-B today, it had been a few days since that awkward interaction between you and Bakugou and maybe you were overthinking it but he was acting different. You used to find him glaring at you sometimes, especially during any basic training but instead the blondes eyes were just looking, no narrowed eyes or furrowed brows. His expression was one you couldn’t place. Now every time you caught him staring he would immediately look away and so would you, not catching the small pink on his cheeks.

You of course were paired up with Bakugou, which was pretty rare. You didn’t really pair well together after all he hated you and wouldn’t communicate as a result. He would just leave you like many of the other extras who were deemed ‘unworthy’ of his cooperation in his dust, literally. This time however as you both stood in the fake city zone he turned, eyes meeting yours..well briefly, you stomach twisted and you kept breaking eye contact.

“Oi! I want you behind me this whole time. I’ll be the offence need ya’ to do the job of watching out for any little tricks they got” you just nodded, his red eyes meeting yours in a silent agreement as Aizawa called the match was starting. Bakugou blasted off and you quickly drew water from the rain puddles around you, gathering around your feet and sliding yourself forward. Your eyes keeping track of his body flying through the air as you stayed to the ground, not enough water to steadily build a wave to give you height.

The blondes eyes scanned the buildings for the damn extras, who was it again? Kenko? Some ginger girl and a boy with freakish green hair. His quirk was more threatening. His eyes scanning for blades when he felt the splatter of water on his back, quickly changing trajectory mid-air to spin and seeing you engaged with that razor freak. Your feet slipping across the ground as he advanced aggressively. The blades in his arms slicing through your shield of water each time you reformed it.

Bakugou growled, chest tightening as he quickly blasted down palm outstretched and sending a cluster shot. The boy just avoided it, large blade taking the brunt as he retreated back, huffing but Bakugou pressed forward. His palms hot and body sweaty as he sent another explosion at him. You followed letting him be the offence as he backed Kamakiri into the building behind him. His eyes glancing feverishly around and Bakugous brow twitched as he remembered about his other opponent, instantly following his enemies eyes that fell behind him.

His head whipped round, red eyes widening as the massive palm of Kendo appeared beside you, forming too quick for you to react but slow enough for Bakugou. His palms fired up as he shifted his focus. His mouth open yelling your name hand outstretched and grabbing you, pulling you against him as her hand swiped both of you, sending you flying through a window, smashing it entirely. Bakugou took the brunt off it, having pulled your back against his chest as he landed on his, fresh pain awakening on the bruised skin from your previous encounter together. You gasped, quickly sitting up between the blondes legs as he groaned on the ground below you, eyes cracking open from their squint.

“Bakugou! Why would you do that? Are you okay” You asked him and just like last time without even thinking your hands cupped his jaw, pulling his face up as your worried eyes met his. The faintest pink on his cheeks which you ignored.

“M’alright, shoulda been payin more attention n’ i would’t have had to save your ass” he grumbled as he sat up. You chewed your lip. You should have been paying closer attention.

“You’re right, are you okay though- your back is it-“

“Stop yappin’ i’m alright, m’ not made of glass like you..y’alright though, nothin’ nicked you?” The last part was almost a whisper as he met your eyes again. You quickly nodded realising the position you found yourself in now as you quickly let go of his face and scampered up.

“Good. Then lets finish this n’ don’t have me savin’ you again cause I’ll let you get beat up next time” he grumbled out as he stood up with you, palms crackling as you nodded, determined to help him beat class 1-B

You still couldn’t place why he saved you, even your classmates couldn’t as you all left the changing rooms, everyone having finished their own battles. Mina squealed as she hung off your arm, pulling and pushing at you.

“Oh Y/N it was so heroic! The way he blasted over, grabbing you with his big arms and pulling you into his chest! Ah! I wish I had a boy do that to me!” She cried as you giggled nervously. Mina knew about your tiny huge crush on Bakugou. She thankfully, mainly due to your begging, never pushed on it or put you in awkward situations with the blonde.

“It was nothing Mina. He was just helping me” you mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck as you arrived at your dorm door. She rolled her eyes, giving you a cheeky grin.

“C’mon Y/N, I just know you got butterflies when he grabbed you. What happened in the building, we didn’t see that par- Oh my God! Did you kiss! Did he confess his lo-“

“Mina- shut up! He could hear you” you yelled, cheeks burning red as your eyes feverishly glanced round, ears straining at the slightest nose. She only snorted at your expression. The red on your cheeks making her push more.

“You know i’m only messin’ unless that did happen and thats why your freaking ou-“

You slammed the door on her, pressing your palms firmly against it as you let out a breath. You heard her giggle on the other side. You rolled your eyes as you moved and flopped onto your bed, rolling over and stuffing your face into the pillow as your stomach tickled with nerves as you did think about it; about his strong arms, his firm chest. You groaned as you rolled over.

A knock sounded at your door and you rolled your eyes, not wanting to talk to your pink best friend as you moved over, grabbing the handle and swinging it open your eyes closed and brows furrowed as you opened your mouth.

“Mina, not right now please. I don’t wanna hear anymore about what happened or about Bakugo-“ your opened eyes met the confused red ones staring back. Your heart skipped and stomach dropped as the grip on your handle tightened. It wasn’t Mina. No, of course it wasn’t.

“Huh? What are you yappin’ about me for?” He asked, leaning down. He wasn’t that tall but unfortunately your parents were both short. You stepped back, mouth drying as you stuttered out a response.

“Hm! No-nothing, um, sorry do you need something?” You asked, quickly drawing together the fact Bakugou was currently outside your room a very odd sight. He leaned back as he puffed his cheeks out turning his head to the side, fingers curling in his sweaty palm.

“Y’got anymore of those heat pads. My back is sore from earlier” he mumbled out quickly and your eyes widened remembering how he took the force of the window and concrete which you both landed in. You spun round going to the small box and pulling one out, turning back round and literally squeaking as you nearly bumped into his chest. Your footing unsteady as you stepped back and craned your neck up.

“H-Here..do you need help putting it on?..- not that you aren’t capable! I just mean becau-

“Fuck, stop ramblin’ so much making me regret comin’ to you” he groaned and your cheeks flushed. His eyes meeting yours as he mumbled he did want your help. You nodded as he moved to sit on the edge of your bed, this time he reached down pulling his tee off and your hands cracked the pack prematurely as your face burned.

“Y’gonna put it on or just keep starin?” You could hear his tone lift from the usual annoyed grumble his words came out with. A smirk ghosting the edges of his lips at your blatant staring. The thought of you checking the boy out stroked his ego..not that he needed it.

You said nothing, fearing your voice would crack or worse you’d just blob like a fish and rather moved to sit behind him. Bakugou sucked a breath in still not prepared for the gentleness of your finger tips that ghosted the purple and yellow bruise on his back. Your hands touching delicately as you laid the pack on, pressing your palm to his back and moving your eyes up to glance at his turned head.

“Um, do you-you can sit here a while so it doesnt fall off or anything” you whispered much lower than you intended. The blonde only grunted feeling as awkward as you and not trusting his own voice. He moved himself as he lay on his front, hands moving to rest on the pillow, propping his head on his forearms. The curve of his large muscle bulging as you shifted to the headboard, pulling your knees up and staring at him. This was weird. Bakugou was topless..in your room..on your bed.

“Im sorry again for hurting you” you mumbled out, not knowing what else to say. His red eyes were piercing. The blonde just rolled them in annoyance.

“Stop apologisin’ its annoying me and you only managed to hurt me because I didn’t get a proper sleep the night before” he grumbled and you couldn’t help the snicker at his lame excuse. He was always so strict about about his sleep schedule.

“Yeah? You know you’ve yet to properly beat me” you quirked, feeling slightly more comfortable in his presence. He didn’t seem as intimidating, his brows weren’t furrowed and his eyes were gleaming with something other than annoyance.

“What! I beat you during training in the first week!” Oh no, you riled him. He shot up leaning closer as he narrowed his eyes at you but as quickly as he got up he cursed and slowly stilled. The heat back slipping off which you quickly grabbed and placed it back onto his back.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to annoy you and you’re right you did beat my ass pretty hard in the first week” you gave him a small smile which he returned with an eye roll and a cocky grin.

“Yeah and I’ll beat your ass next time too so don’t hold back” he wasn’t being mean. The competitiveness was true but he was teasing and it felt nice. You rarely, if ever, have seen him act this way.

“Yeah? I better prepare myself then” he only nodded and lay his head back down as you yawned, shifting to lay on your back.

“I can go if your tired n’wanting to sleep” he mumbled out and you quickly shook your head. You didn’t want this interaction to end. It was weird and definitely unconventional but it was feeding your silly crush on him.

“No! You can stay really. I don’t mind” he just nodded as you moved your head back on your pillow not initially realising how tired training had you till your eyes fluttered shut and a soft snore alerted Bakugou that you were sleeping.

He carefully got up as to not wake you or hurt his back further. He watched you curl up and chuffed out his nose at the sight of how peaceful you looked. He grabbed the small throw blanket and lay it over you, grabbing his tee and slipping it back on as he left ensuring the hallway was clear as he wondered back to his dorm. His stomach twisting and his palms extra sweaty. These feelings were new and he knew what they were but how he was meant to act on them was completely unmarked territory. He’d never had a crush..what was he even meant to do? Hold your hand? Fuck that Dunce face would never let him hear the end of it.

No..the next interaction between you too was certainly out of the norm. Katsuki’s behaviour was unconventional and it was obvious in his lack of traditional courtship.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]