#i might have done the action the wrong way bUT MY IDEA WAS CUTE SO

[ask-irisstar]

A fluff sanji x reader story where sanji is having a hard time falling asleep (perchance to his odd sleeping schedule.) and Reader helps him go to bed??

Helping Sanji go to sleep

AN: *takes a deep breath* Ok so... My inbox already has like 5 Sanji asks and this one really caught my eye. I think this is SUPER cute so thanks anon for requesting!! I might be slow in answering asks because of exam period and I have a BIG performance coming on 2 May. However, I'll try my best!!

Notes: Fluff, Sanji x GN reader, Fluff, SFW, quite short I'm sorry, Brook and reader are besties, Reader steals from Zoro, Sanji being a jealous idiot

You couldn't help but feel Sanji tossing and turning in bed beside you. Getting annoyed with your lover's actions, you turned to face him with a light scowl on your face. However, it immediately disappears when your eyes met with sleepy blue eyes. Your blonde boyfriend is exhausted, but according to how restless he is, he can't fall asleep. Gently, you slowly cupped his tired face.

"Baby... You've been tossing for hours... Is something wrong?" You asked, fingers tracing his eye bags.

Sanji shook his head and took your hands, "No dear... I'm fine... Just can't sleep..." He admits, voice laced with drowsiness.

You felt bad for the man beside you. So sleepy, yet can't sleep. Whenever you felt restless and sleepless, Sanji is always there to help you go to sleep. Now, seeing that he is the one that needs help, you didn't hesitate to do so.

"C'mon, follow me to the kitchen... I know something that might help..." You say, taking his hand and dragging a tired Sanji out of bed.

Reluctantly, Sanji obeyed, following you to the only place on the ship he has authority over. In the kitchen, you poured some milk into a glass and slide it over to him. Sanji caught the glass with ease and shot you a questioning look.

"Drink it... It'll help make you sleepy..." You say, smiling gently at your lover.

Sanji stares at you suspiciously for a beat before chugging down the milk. When he's done, you both went to bed and see whether it works. Unfortunately, it didn't work. However, you aren't out of ideas yet. It was a chilly night today and the blanket you two shared is small and thin. You sneakily snuck into Zoro's room and stole his blanket. He's on night watch today so he won't mind. The worst that could happen is that he and Sanji will fight about it the next day. You went back into the room and threw the big green blanket over the two of you. And to sweeten things up, you cuddled near Sanji, providing extra warmth.

However, despite being so cozy and warm, Sanji still couldn't fall asleep. You both were desperate now. Everything you tried didn't work. You tried tiring him out by doing some midnight training, a hot shower, a quick snack, EVERYTHING. And yet, the blonde haired cook still couldn't sleep.

"Give it up Y/N... This useless... Go to sleep... I don't want you tired tomorrow because of me... Besides, we have a long day tomorrow..." Sanji said pushing you back into bed despite your resistence.

"No Sanji, I'm not sleeping until I know you are asleep beside me..." You reply, sitting back up.

Sanji sighs, "But we tried everything mon amour..."

You smirk slyly, "Not everything..."

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"NO! There is NO way I'm letting that perverted skeleton into our room!" yelled Sanji, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

You rolled your eyes. You and Brook are best friends and nothing more. Yet, Sanji still gets jealous.

"Trust me Sanji, this will help you..." You pleaded, making puppy eyes.

Sanji groans, but relents, "Fine, but if that skeleton so much stares at you, I'm kicking him..."

When Brook enters your bedroom, you requested him to play some soothing music on his violin. He compiles and plays a melodic tune to help Sanji fall asleep. Almost immediately, Sanji's eyes grew heavy. You grab him by the shoulder and pulled him into bed beside you.

"Sleep baby..." You whisper into his ear, tracing random patterns onto his back.

"I love you mon amour... Good night...."

Those were the last things you heard from Sanji before snores came from him. You smiled and snuggled closer to the blonde.

"Good night babe..."

And with that, you two fell into a deep slumber, Brook's soothing music playing in the background.

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And that's a wrap! Hope you enjoy this anon! Please sent in any more request you have! You can even request other characters! I'm going to go work on my other Sanji asks now!

Link to the song Brook is playing:

[bisexual-thoughtss]

heyy!! so i have this idea but i would never be able to write it myself bc i suck at that 😭

i‘d love to see this with any of matthew lillards characters or just himself so its up to you 🫶🏼

maybe smth where he takes reader as his +1 to a wedding and they realise that they like each other more than just as friends while they‘re dancing 🥹

Tim Laflour x Reader

I loved this request, I think it came out really cute!!

“Will I have to wear a suit?” Tim grimaces when you ask him to be your plus one to your cousin’s wedding.

You weren’t thrilled when you’d received the invitation. You know your family won’t expect you to have anyone to bring, and you’d love to prove them wrong. You and Tim are just friends, but they don’t have to know that. And the chance to see Tim dressed up is too exciting to miss.

“No, it’s not that formal. Probably just a dress shirt, some nice pants? I ask you to pretend to be my boyfriend and you’re worried about your outfit?” You laugh and he blushes.

“Well yeah, pretending to be your boyfriend should be easy. Wearing a suit? Yuck,” he explains like it doesn’t make your stomach lurch with hope. Maybe this isn’t the best idea with the crush you have on him…

“So will you come?” You hit him with your best puppy eyes and he sighs heavily.

“Like I could say no to you,” he smiles wryly as you bounce excitedly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

~

“It’s open!” Tim calls when you knock on his door the day of the wedding. When you enter Tim is just leaving his room, fiddling with his cuffs.

“Should I take out my piercings?” He worries, but you’re busy trying not to drool looking at him. The sleek all black outfit he’s wearing might actually be killing you. As you stare, you notice the little touches of his style. His lock necklace, the rolled sleeves, a chain hanging from his belt, his usual chunky boots. All of it makes you smile. You’re so busy staring at his clothes that you don’t see the moment he looks up from his sleeve, gaping at the velvet dress that adorns your figure.

“Why would you take out your piercings?” You finally look up at him. His face is flushed and he swallows hard before answering you. “Will your family be okay with them?” He looks nervous and you frown.

“Who cares? They probably wouldn’t be pleased with anyone I brought. I want to bring you, not some weird naked-faced version of you,” you tell him, making him laugh.

“Besides, you look good,” you emphasize as he squirms at the compliment.

“Okay,” he smiles bashfully, “let’s get going, eh?”

~

It’s not until you’re at the wedding reception, fielding questions from your family that you realize maybe you should’ve discussed your fake relationship’s backstory.

All through dinner one of your cousins had quizzed you on your relationship like she thought you weren’t actually dating and was trying to catch you in a lie. She was right, but you’d be damned if you let her figure that out. Tim had done wonderfully, answering politely, telling cute stories about you, flashing that sweet smile. He was a damned good actor. You’d done your best to fill in helpfully to the conversation, while barely able to think of anything but wiping that snobby look off her face. Once they cut the cake, you see your chance out of the conversation and take it.

“Oh, let’s get some cake!” You tap Tim’s arm.

“Sweet tooth,” he teases, making your stormy mood dissolve.

Once you make it to the cake table, Tim grabs a large piece.

“Wow, who’s the sweet tooth now?” You poke.

“All the pieces are huge, I figured we could share,” he hands you a second fork you didn’t see him grab, “that okay?”

“Yeah, good idea,” you smile fondly. You’re surprised when he spears a bite, holding it out to you. You blush as you take it, the action feeling strangely intimate. You groan at the sugar bursting across your tongue.

“Damn, that’s good cake,” you mumble after swallowing and he laughs. You both scoot towards the wall to get out of everyone’s way, sharing the cake slice while people watching.

As you’re finishing, you see your aunt walking towards you out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh fuck,” you mumble, knowing she never holds her tongue. You lean over to whisper in Tim’s ear, his arm coming around your waist to steady you.

“Sorry in advance,” you whisper and he chuckles, trying to keep his face neutral.

“Hello dear,” your aunt drawls, already setting your teeth on edge, “who’s this?”

“This is Tim, my boyfriend,” you smile at him, winding your arm around his waist and squeezing lightly.

“So how did you end up with him?” Your aunt asks and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes at her and the way she’s sneering at him.

“We met at school. As soon as I saw her, I knew I was done for,” Tim cuts in with a smile before you can say something scathing. His hand on your waist squeezes placatingly and you can feel your grip relax from where you’d balled it up in Tim’s shirt without realizing.

Your aunt hums noncommittally and you find yourself terribly in need of a drink.

“I think we’re gonna head over to the bar,” you plaster a forced smile on your face and drag Tim with you.

“If looks could kill, she’d be dead,” Tim laughs when you make it to the bar.

“She was being a bitch,” you scowl as you land on a barstool, which only makes Tim laugh harder. He leans around you, ordering your favorite drink and something for himself. Him rattling off your order easily makes your frown melt away. You thank him with a smile when he takes the drink from the bartender, handing it to you before settling onto the stool next to you. Sipping at your drink, you glance around the room at the other guests. You roll your eyes when you see your aunt whispering to your uncle and pointing to spots on her face. You just know she’s saying something insulting about Tim’s piercings. Tim’s hand finds your knee where the slit of your dress exposes it, his thumb rubbing soothingly. Your tummy erupts in butterflies as his warmth seeps into your skin.

“Oh I love this song,” you mention offhandedly as the music changes.

“Let’s dance,” Tim suggests and you laugh.

“You know I can’t dance,” you scoff, not wanting to embarrass yourself.

“Who cares? You don’t have to be good at it, it’ll be fun either way,” he nudges you and you groan.

“Alright, fine,” you grumble, quickly downing the rest of your drink, making Tim snort. He drags you by the hand out to the dance floor, immediately breaking into the goofiest dance move that makes you laugh embarrassingly loud. He takes both of your hands, pulling you into a series of made up dances before releasing one hand and twirling you less than gracefully. You’re out of breath from laughter when you’re spun back into Tim’s chest. The music shifts and you realize it’s changed to a slow dance. You pick yourself up off Tim but he pulls you back to his chest.

“Dance with me,” he murmurs, and you couldn’t say no to that face even if you wanted to. Your hands drape around his neck as his find your waist. As the two of you sway gently, Tim can’t help but take in every detail of you.

“You’re staring,” you tease.

“You’re beautiful,” he counters, a blush lighting up your face.

“You don’t have to pretend when no one’s around,” you remind him and he frowns.

“I’m not pretending. You look beautiful,” he murmurs, still gently swaying you. You’ve never seen him look so sincere and it makes your stomach swoop dangerously.

“In fact, I’m tired of pretending. Like I don’t want to tell you you’re beautiful everyday, like I haven’t wanted to kiss you since the moment we met,” he admits, eyes flicking to your lips.

Your fingers weave into the hair at the nape of his neck without thought as you pull him to you, pressing your lips to his tentatively. He melts into the kiss, tension bleeding out of his shoulders as he slots his lips against yours more confidently. When you finally pull away to breathe he starts pressing little kisses all over your face and you’re breathless with laughter once again, giggling and squirming in his arms.

“Tim, people are looking,” you try to admonish him, but your laughter makes it less effective.

“Let them,” he grins, pulling you into another kiss.

Tim Taglist; @stusdollface93

[lorax-devito]

Ahhh melvins fist kiss,such a lovely,romantic moment with such tenderness and definitely not el thinking and getting really happy over the fact that they might become siblings

okay I will admit malnourished fallopian tube can have some cute moments but this kiss just rubbed me the wrong way…it just seems very…forced and yeah,I get that ‘actions speak louder than words’ and all that but it’s just with the context it all just seems a bit…icky…

I’m not saying like forced himself into el but he kinda did,not in a technically bad way bc el never said no and all the complex stuff I’m not going to get into but by forced I mean that Mike got influenced or forced by Lucas and well el,she was fresh outta the lab she had no clue what was happening and as much as a want to regain my self from bringing up the whole ‘you’d be my brother’ incident (bc I bring it up a lot when comparing byler or using Melvin as an example for smth )I’m going too bc omg 😭the girl was not only okay with them just being bffs but she was exited over the idea of them being related and yeah,in els eyes that’s probably just friends considering the whole oh yeah,she was raised in a lab and called (I forgot her name) the other girl in leather her sister and papa told the other kids that they were all siblings and all that messed up stuff so ig she just sees siblings as friends or (the whole thing in s4 with her getting bullied in the lab and battered by the other kids In the lab) potential bullies.idk that’s just how I veiwed it but anyways here’s the byler stuff-

I’m leaning more onto the ‘passionate,sudden,I’ve gotta have you righty here right now’ kinda kiss with byler (if that’s the right way to explain it lol) but I also think a slow, gentle kiss with byler would be such a good contrast to mouldy eggs rushed kiss.the best way I can describe it is like the kiss in the fan fic ‘wills fluffy hair’ (I’ll link it at the bottom).

(I’m pretty sure that’s the right fic but they all kind of merge into one so if I got it wrong and realise I’ll change it later 💀)

if you can’t be bothered to read it basically Mike asks if will is okay,will cry’s bc he thinks Mike is lying/teasing him,it’s angst and I love it

basically the kids would be slow and Mike and will just taking their time,no interruptions,they keep asking each other is every inch or so that they move closer is okay and if anyone thinks ‘ewww that’s not hot or anything’ CONSENT IS MF HOT OK IM ALL FOR THE BIG ROMANTIC KISS WHERE THEY GO ALL IN AND ITS MESSY AND STUFF BUT IT CAN STILL BE ROMANTIC WITH CONSENT-okay,mini rant over,anyway they are both so terrified bc (Im pretty sure I’m quoting a fic rn😭god help me) is this allowed? Are they allowed to do this? It feels so wrong yet so right.

they have one small kiss,they’re lips barely touching or they are rlly close,noses brushing up against one another,neither one of them daring to be the one to break the small wall between their lips and omg I think I’ve done it again,good god I’ve quoted a fic,again😭

basically they are both so nervous and scared and then suddenly for one small moment everything goes away,they’re kissing and oh god it feels like heaven and then they both start crying and the just keep being big romantic,cheesy dorks and it’s emotional and all of the miscommunication gets cleared up and yeah,I just think that’s a nice way the byler kiss could go,I’m still a huge rain fight kiss fan (tbh I like most scenarios where they kiss and fall in live and are happy forever😭) but this is also nice,it itches a different kind a scratch,plus I just know that Noah would be able to pull his best acting skills out for that scene and melt our hearts which he’ll do anyway but we all know how this he is at crying scenes (I mean he’s had a lot of practice,I’m looking at you suffer bros🥲)

I think it’s is the right fic but as I said if I notice that I got it wrong then I’ll change it later,it’s still an amazing fic tho,so much angst😭😭

[bokutosbabe]

Oh please, can I request the first time s/o rubs her nose against tecchou’s nose?

You don’t have an idea how I love tecchou’s fluff, like, everyone agrees he’s the most affectionate guy😭how I love my baby

AAHFSHSHSVSV I LOVE TECCHOU SM THIS IS SO CUTE. i had a pretty bad mental health week recently so i’m sorry for not finishing this earlier!!

nose to nose–

tecchou suehiro x gn! reader

a/n – this ask was too cute and i actually sobbed bc i love tecchou more than words can describe 🫶🏼

content – tecchou fluff, fem! reader, really just cute relationship type stuff, tecchou calls reader ‘sweetheart’ and ‘ my love ’ ,added backstory for absolutely no reason,i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis – cute lil nose bumps with tecchou :)

when tecchou had first met you, he didn’t understand why his stomach felt so queasy. was it the soy sauce he’d put in his coffee? no. it couldn’t be that– he’d drank it many times before, so what was different about today?

you–a new addition to the hunting dogs– you were the only new thing about today. his daily rituals of working out during meetings, going on his own little adventures after getting a mission done a little too quickly; all of that would now be thrown off balance because you were here.

this feeling in his stomach would go away sooner or later

or– that’s what he’d thought.

even then; two months after you’d arrived into their little group of strangely strong super freaks, the weird queasiness never subsided within tecchous stomach.

the way you smiled at jouno made his stomach churn in a way that could only be described as anger, but why would he get upset over two of his coworkers just chatting? he wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, so he went to the one member of the hunting dogs who hadn’t been so wrapped up in their space; tachihara.

tecchou went up to the fake ginger and asked him simply about why his stomach burned every time you were around him, yet it also burned with anger when you talked to anyone that wasn’t him.

“i dunno man, sounds like you like her to me-”the other male shrugged. which led to tecchou realizing that he did, in fact, like you.

and that’s what led to now, three months after tecchou had so bravely walked up to you the same day he’d found out that he actually liked you and asked you for “the honor of being his girlfriend” and who were you to tell the (arguably) cutest hunting dog no?

the two of you were sat on your couch, watching another stupid movie that tecchou had picked out. he refused to watch any high tense hostage or action movies; insisting that he “hated people getting tortured for no reason”

you’d been staring at your boyfriend for the past two minutes, trying to telepathically tell him that you absolutely did not want to watch this movie anymore, but he obviously couldn’t get your wavelengths.

the male kept shoving his face full of his buttered popcorn mixed with mustard– something that had his breath smelling disgusting and you avoiding every kiss he’d tried giving you.

“ ‘hiroooo ” you whined out towards your boyfriend, which made him finally turn his attention towards you, popcorn crumbs and mustard stained over his mouth and somehow even on his nose. you could never understand how your boyfriend got so messy while eating; it was a true mystery.

“ yes, my love? ” he’d chirped out, titling his hair so his fluffy hair that you could play with for hours upon hours. “can we change it? this is so boring!”you sighed, leaning closer to him, trying to take the remote that was placed on his lap.

“but i like this–”the males words stopped short when you got closer to him. try as he might, tecchou suehiro was the type of man to basically malfunction whenever you got closer to him. his hands found their way to your waist, moving the remote off his lap, causing you to let out a groan. you were so close and of course your puppy of a boyfriend couldn’t realize what you were doing!

the male moved you onto his lap with a ease, looking up at you as you stared down at him,“ you’re so pretty, y/n.”he leaned up, going to kiss you. and even though you loved your boyfriend, you weren’t going to kiss his popcorn and mustard filled mouth.

you slightly turned, shaking your head before putting your forehead on his, rubbing your nose against his. and let me tell you, tecchou was gobsmacked.

he looked up at you with a small frown, still staying close to you,“my love, do you not want to kiss me?” he asked as you let out a laugh. “you’re breath stinks, ‘hiro. ”

tecchou was never the type to complain, so he’d take the smallest of nose rubs from you, even if it confused him for the first six seconds it had happened.

“ if i go brush my teeth, can i kiss you?” he asked softly

you never did end up getting that remote.

the ending kinda sucked, i’m sorry! but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated, thank you!!

[en-geneisaxx]

'Please don't say that this is the end of us...'

Pairings: Husband!Hoon x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (you're gonna be on a rollercoaster of emotions darling) and a suggestive at hoon's part (if u squint 🤭)

Feat. Jay, Heeseung and Jake of Enhypen, Yeji (Sunghoon's sister), Jin Ae (Y/n and Sunghoon's child)

Tagging my moots who wanted to read: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @rinbowaman @heeslomll @heeslut4life @hoonieshoneymain @sungvrhs

A/n: THE REACTIONS ARE REALLY INTERESTING LMAOOO, I'M CURIOUS IF IT'LL CHANGE WHEN I FINISH THIS FIC (I have no idea when 💀) BUT HOPEFULLY YOU'LL ENJOY MY DEBUT

Not proofread 😅

Likes, reblogs and/or following me will be much appreciated!!

Part 4:

'...'

The silence was so loud.

But I mean, it was expected. How would you have reacted given that information and the current situation you were in? Even I, too, wouldn't know, despite living it.

'Y/n,' Jay breaks the awkward atmosphere,

'take your damn child before it has a concussion from it falling from my arms, because I feel so fricking weak right now.'

Glady, you took Jin Ae, since she was like a comforter. And, gosh, she was SO 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 CUTE.

Finally, you felt a little light-hearted, but that could only last for long...

'I...damn. I never knew my bro would be like that... He's not the type to do that...'

'Y/n...have you ever suspected that Jake dude? Because right now, he seems like he's the problem.'

'I agree, Jay. Hoon would never hurt you, but it may be he's worried that Jake guy would take you. You're everything to him, Y/n, and he's just as similar to you when it comes to love.'

Hearing the different views of the story did give you an insight of what might be going on in his head.

'Try being Hoon,' suggested Jay, 'because you need to know what's his version of this mess.

Thoughtfully, you scrape out every detail of Jake you could get from your memory, and tried to piece it together to get a clear answer.

Jake was a flirty boy, so his actions could rub off people in the wrong way, especially if it was Hoon.

When he hangs out with you, he would definitely initiate the physical contact, snaking an arm around your waist or putting an arm on your shoulder.

The way he would look at you...it...it was different, now that you're gaining a third person view. Those eyes...it was so dark when it came to you, unlike when they have a charming gleam to others. Could it be lust? The thought made you sick, you hated liking another man when you were happily in love.

Even the nicknames...he would call me things Sunghoon does, like 'Love' or 'Darling'.

Ah, so he wasn't trying to be my best friend,

He took 'bf' to a whole new level.

No wonder why Hoon got so agitated at the thought of him.

But...at the same time, these are just reasonable guesses. I would need to discuss with Sunghoon to actually know the answer.

'So, what's your verdict, 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤?'

'I think Jake tried to change it to Mrs. Sim.'

'I thought so too, ngl.'

'Me three!' Yeji chimes in.

'Well, at least now you should have Sunghoon's view.'

And I think we talked for too long that Jin Ae started crying, hungry for milk.

'Shoot, Jin Ae hasn't drank yet.'

'We'll leave you two to be, call us when you're done.' Says the modest Jay, who you really thought deserved to be the older Park.

'I'll be waiting nearby, ok bro?'

'Cheers Hee, for letting me hang about your place and all that.'

'My job as the eldest, is it not?' He chuckles.

'I know you love Y/n, but right now, you're not really taking your role as the husband, aren't you? Remember, you haven't heard her side of the story, so take it easy.'

'I'll try to, I really will.'

I head on over to the backyard of our house, decorated by my lovely Y/n. She took so much time renovating it into the piece of art it is today. That was what she was good at: creating masterpieces. She's probably best at it because she is one, and if I was to ever be hurtful to her, I would never have meant it; I never deserved such a woman ever, such luck I had to create my family with her as my wife.

I start appreciating everything more, taking a look around and observing the way she places the plant pots, and the strokes she did when painting the fence. There was something else she was better at stroking at, but we'll save that for another time.

When approaching the bench where we would always sit when it was a beautiful sunset, I noticed engravings on it. I thought someone may have vandilised it, until I took a closer look.

'Y/n Park ♥︎ Park Sunghoon'

'He's my forever!!'

'I'm so happy my child was made with him.'

'𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 ���𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

-𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒀/𝒏.'

All this made him feel ashamed of himself. He deserves to, he was pretty much destroying his sunshine.

He wanted to talk things out, but you weren't there.

*Buzz*

'Who is it?' Enquires Yeji

'Ooolalaaa, it's Mr. Park Sunghoon.'

'Interesting...'

*Otp* 'What.'

'Where's Y/n?'

'Jin Ae was hungry, so she's breastfeeding her right now.'

(She's such a good mother... Oh, Y/n, if only I could prove my love to you better...)

'Oh...ok.' *Ends call*

...

*Jay and Yeji monster shrieks*

'OMG, OPPA, SHOULDN'T WE TELL H/N?'

'YEAH, WE SHOULD. HURRY, OPEN UP THE GROUP CHAT!!'

[p1x1x]

asking out of curiosity, you describe your headcanon for saya and vitas relationship as a mostly one sided crush, right? do you also hc saya and vita around the same age or does saya not reciprocate at all because she's older

saya’s definitely older, i read her as an adult… doesn’t reciprocate in the same way vita feels, but still cares for her. if you want whatever’s running around my head though… its delusional

vita -> saya: a “crush” of sorts happens as a result of saya being the only other person that shows a semblance of care for her. with the feeling of “missing connection” and not wanting to be alone (somewhere in 12-4 and 12-5), she wants to be with saya in a way? she confuses these feelings as just “romantic” simply because she cant remember wanting such things before (a given since memories gone and all) and not knowing any name for them other than romantic since she’s young. then there’s just the simple fact that saya is pretty (lol), but in a world with so few, saya’s really reliable and… basically a pillar in vita’s life here? (first meetings in arcaea are always significant tbh)

how it develops later? honestly i’m fine with vita’s crush being laced with actual romantic ideas, childish curiosity and perhaps having seen love shown in a couple memories. but i like thinking the root of it all is just a desire to be cared for really, relating to the whole “missing connection” with others aspect. though she can’t remember her guilt and what she’s done, those last few moments of her life definitely had an impact (maybe enough to carry over as a part of her personality, given the way everyone in arcaea has their personality in tact despite missing memories). combine that with waking up and being alone for a month’s time, it makes sense for her to be more sensitive and clingy than a normal child. so even though she can’t find/remember the reason why, she’s afraid of losing saya, which inadvertently makes her want to be closer : P

saya -> vita: saya doesnt reciprocate those types of feelings exactly, but she isn’t as much of a jerk as she might appear to lethe. she chalks up vita’s clinginess as her just being a sensitive kid, and not wanting her to cry, she doesn’t outright push vita away. but i do think she does grow very fond of vita at the very least, with the way vita is an earnest assistant and just a cute kid. saya doesn’t really show it in any words or anything, but just… actions. still letting vita blow her nose with her cape (other hc, even though vita has her own cape lmao), implied to have carried vita (probably got tired on their travels), letting vita cling to her in her sleep (leading into another hc of vita having nightmares (probably of losing saya or something related to World Goes Wrong whatever), in which saya might hold her closer as comfort)…

headpats are cute. in the case of vita growing clingier or wanting more affection? just solve with headpats really… cuddles are super rare but that’s probably just times where vita remembers being alone or stuff like that and decides to be a little prickish. saya kinda finds comfort in it as well, it’s cute. human contact and connection here is rare after all, saya’s not as cold as she seems and lethe isnt giving her any in this moment of time unfortunately

the way i like lethesaya working kinda depends on vita and saya having a close relationship so yeah i think they Care about each other. and it also means lethe has to reevaluate her opinion of saya lol (and end up learning how saya really is…)

but i do think divorced lethesaya and adopted kid is hilarious so you could kind of throw some parts of this out .i kinda just hold different configurations of them in my head. everything’s subject to change anyway… idk i think they can be sweet at least… i just like seeing vt happy and cared for tbh

i dont think you were asking for any of this but i yapped because i think theyre both neat. now imagine how long lethesaya post could be if i typed here instead of twitter…

[princess-of-the-corner]

Yeah, I might not have watched Winx Club outside of one or two episodes back when it was airing, but one megacrossover fanfic verse I used to follow (before they used the "cure your asexuals" trope and I just cut myself off from the entire thing), had Winx Club in one of the FEW segments that was safe from the overall quality decay (which of course meant that it was basically dead), and thus I am very familiar with how Diasporo was BASICALLY a designated villain prior to the whole "Love Potion" thing.

Mostly because, y'know, her fiance cheated on her with some other girl, while also keeping her existence and their engagement a SECRET from the girl he was cheating on her with, risking a potential international scandal in the process.

Which is a VERY valid reason to be upset, even if it doesn't justify her later actions!

So I'm guessing Diasporo won't be a villain in your reboot?

YEAH

Like re: Canon: I give Sky /some/ of a break because like.

1.) His thing with Diaspro was very clearly an arranged marriage where he didn't love her but only felt obligated to do out of a Duty to his People, and started to fall for Bloom naturally. He is conflicted about doing what he has to as a Royal vs. following his heart rather than 'oh which cute girl do I choose?', and later issues with Diaspro after Sky chooses Bloom are either Bloom being jealous and not trusting while he tries to keep Diaspro as a friend and caring about her general wellbeing as a person and/or Diaspro going full manipulative villain who does some love potion/mind control shit.

and

2.) In the first season, Sky had switched identities with Brandon because for security reasons. So while he cared about Bloom and was clearly falling for her, telling her about the switch is still off the table because he's trying to not fucking die(even if he thinks he can trust that Bloom isn't some assassin, he doesn't know how well she can keep secrets).

Like don't get me wrong, this is early 2000s heteronormativity so there's plenty of romance drama and fucking up with them overall. But this thing I at least look at the bigger picture for.

BUT YEAH DIASPRO AND THE ROMANCE DRAMA IN MY REWRITE IDEA

So first off, we still have the Sky/Brandon swap plot, but there's more weight added to the whole 'protect the prince' thing. Civil unrest in his homeworld, assassination attempts, etc. Sky is legit in danger, and swapping identities with Brandon is a good option to keep him safe.

Within my rewrite, he does voice that he does NOT like this plan. He does not want people to die for him, especially his best friend. But his parents overrule his wishes on that, and Brandon thinks that, as much as he doesn't want to die, Sky is a good person who will make good changes when he takes the throne so he is willing to risk himself to keep his friend safe. (Sky makes this very hard by risking himself to keep everyone else safe as well lmao)

So yeah they do the swap thing and telling the others is.... a little low on the list. Because of the danger, even if they trust the groups. (Riven and Timmy figure it out so quick tho lmao)

Back to Diaspro!

Diaspro is still, technically, Sky's fiance. However, Sky is very adamant that he is not going to marry her. Yes he has a duty to his people, but it is not going to be done by using her as a bargaining chip in a political alliance.

When Diaspro shows up and accidentally outs the 'they swapped and I'm his fiance' thing, everyone's understandably upset which has Sky ramble the whole thing to try and explain that he is very much not cheating he does love Bloom this is a Complicated™ situation etc. Which.... yeah there's a little hurt still because emotions aren't always rational, but everyone understands.

Diaspro doesn't exactly take this /well/ because while Sky has kinda said it before, this is the first time he's been very blunt and makes her realize that he might be serious. She does kinda start a fight with Bloom in a 'jealous catfight' way, but Bloom can absolutely hold her own in a fight by now. Sky tries to talk to her and explain that he does still care about her, but he doesn't love her like that.

Diaspro kinda sulks off screen in denial until the Season Finale episodes. Er, long story short: giant Army of Darkness that is down to kill like fuckin everyone in it's path.

She shows up again to try and get Sky to evacuate. Save himself. He's a Prince, he should have people fighting for him, not be in the battle!

Sky gives her a speech about the kind of King he wants to be when he takes the throne. He wants to help his people, to protect them. How can he do that if he doesn't get involved and instead hides away in a palace, doing his best to relax while everyone else takes care of it for him?

It makes Diaspro pause for a moment. If they were still to get married one day, what kind of Queen would she want to be? She stays for the battle and helps out where she can.

In the time between seasons, Diaspro does a lot of thinking. Firstly, getting over the heartbreak and realizing it's not exactly heartbreak. She didn't love Sky. Not like a romantic love at least, she still cares for him. But the idea of him as her future husband has been in her head since she was a child.

Which leads her to thinking over her life. How everything her parents wanted her to do, everything they raised her for, every skill she has? It all is based around the idea that she's going to be Sky's trophy wife.

If that's not to be her future, she has no idea what to do. What would she even /want/ to do?

After much thought, she gets enrolled at Alfea. Lying to her parents about how going to the school would let her be around Sky more often and 'win him back from that harlot!', but having no intention of doing so.

Within Season 2, Diaspro gets dragged into the main group through both seeking Bloom out to apologize for before and reassure her, and also because the Main Plot involves being underground, and Diaspro's Earth and Gemstone-based Magic will help a lot with that.

I don't have direct plans for her in further seasons other than agreeing with Sky about dissolving their marriage arrangement and that their Realm needs a lot of changes in the coming future.

[peachymilkandcream]

Hello! So what if one night Levi went really overboard with punishing her, for eg. beating her up, hitting her with a belt, then rough sex, and at last making her sleep on the cold floor the whole night (without any clothes or blanket.) So as a result the next day when she wakes up she is really sick and weak. She has a very high fever, injuries from the previous night, etc. She is delirious and can't even sit up on her own and Levi starts getting concerned. He has to take care of her, feed her, give her medicine, dress her wounds, etc. Thank you 😊

Levi x Evelyn -> In Sickness

(A/N: Oh this is a really cute idea! Levi having a heart for once and showing an ounce of what it means to be a decent person is great all around. The consequences to his actions showing themselves is m favourite thing. Also this might be a tad shorter.)

WARNINGS: implied noncon, implied domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, misogyny, yandere themes/behaviours, etc.

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Levi stretches, he hadn't had that good of a sleep in a long time. Maybe it was the violent nature of it all, but he always felt better after a long night of putting his wife in her place. It was a good way to keep his urges in check, make sure he didn't fly off the handle at someone he wasn't supposed to. She could take it, that's what was great about her. She could take him the way he was and bounce back, resilient.

"Did you have a good rest my dear?" He says with a smirk, rising out of bed to see her on the floor, shivering and still naked.

She doesn't respond, shaking and muttering deliriously.

"Get up woman." He slides out of bed, nudging her with his boot, getting irritated when she didn't respond. "So what, now you can't move or respond to me? Did I go too hard on you precious baby?"

He smirks and feels her cheek, his smile vanishing as he feels the warmth in it. Then he feels her forehead, concern growing in his face as it's even warmer than her cheeks. Something was wrong here, something was really wrong.

Heart pounding, Levi lifts her up and tucks her into the bed on his side, pulling the blankets up to her chin. He'd gone too far, that's what he got for doing a punishment after sneaking more than a few shots at his desk.

"Sweetheart?" He brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. "Wake up it's me."

She keeps her eyes closed but the slight shift in breathing notifies him that she's awake. "I feel awful Levi.."

He sighed with relief that she wasn't too delirious. "I know honey, just lie still, I'm going to take care of you."

"But you have to work-" She tries to sit up but Levi quickly pushes her back down.

"Rest. That's not up for debate."

She sighs, resigned to lie back on the pillows while Levi hurries around like a madman looking for all the things he needs.

"I'm such a fucking idiot-" He mutters to himself, placing the cold compress on her head. He couldn't apologize directly, she'd let it get to her head, then all his hard work would be ruined. He'd come this far, he couldn't let a simple mistake like this ruin it all.

Evelyn was in and out of sleepy delirium, trying to comprehend everything that was happening. She felt the coolness on her head, followed by the sting of her injuries being cleaned. Each jab of pain was met with a soft kiss of comfort, she'd never seen him be so calm and loving to her. It was as if he was sorry for treating her the way he did the night before and was now making up for it. But Levi would never, he was too arrogant and proud.

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She woke up to him gently shaking her awake, he looked, concerned, worried for her. Ironic considering he was the one who had done this to her.

"Here. Take this." As he held the spoon with some awful smelling liquid on it she turned away, making a disgusted face. "Stop being difficult and take your fucking medicine. It'll help with the pain at least."

Again she turns away, making his eyebrow twitch in annoyance before he grabs her jaw and forces her mouth open, making her swallow the contents.

"I said take it, you just made me do it the hard way." He sets the spoon down before looking at her once more. "Can you sit up at all?"

She tries to a few times before he just lifts her, propping up pillows behind her and laying her body back down.

"There." Levi takes out a clean spoon and dips it in what appears to be broth, blowing gently on it to cool it down. "You need to eat something, you're going to become skin and bones at this rate."

She complies, and soon he's feeding her one spoonful after another until it's finished, a small look of satisfaction on his face.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" He moves the pillows, sliding in behind her and supporting her weight with his chest. "Now lets take care of that rat's nest."

With the most gentle of care Levi brushes her out of control mane, a curled mess from sleeping. His strong hands get out every tangle don't pull on her hair. He brushes it and then braids it down her back.

"Now it'll be out of the way."

She hesitates before replying. "Thank you Levi."

He says nothing and nods, having her lay against hist chest, listening to his breathing. Slowly she feels her eyes start to droop, and Levi hums to her softly. "Sleep sweetling..." He whispers as the rest of the world fades.

[elendsessor]

so uh me and my family went to go see ghost busters world iceborne today and it was fine kinda??

i do want to talk about it since i have a lot of feelings about it despite only seeing this and the original

but first actual thing that genuinely is awful that i do want to make known: if you’ve seen trailers you might know that the movie got sponsored by booking.com and yes they do shoehorn it in the movie. booking.com has very positive ties to israel because y’know travel agency and is one of several companies the bds suggests pressure boycotting so please please please do not ignore that fact about the movie please please please please do not support booking.com. do boycott booking.com.

uh spoilers below the cut i guess?

ok actual positives because i fucjing loved the ghost designs. cgi wasn’t great at points (main bad guy ghost dude i forget the name of looked best when obscured in shadows and not actually shown in detail) but the designs were at least done well. and phoebe and melody’s relationship was cute yet was done so fucking dirty. the movie did have good jokes and the acting was really solid, the world building is cool, and yeah if you turn your brain off for most of the film it’s fun. only when there’s action and ghosts is it actually compelling i noticed and it’s really sad since a good chunk of the movie is not that.

there’s too much plot ok. it’s your run of the mill family drama with ghosts sometimes there. i’m tired of the family is forever shit when it isn’t found family or paints the parents as “flawed but well meaning” and having the dad be lovingly stupid (gary’s technically not the biological dad but he does do dumb dad—pretty much flanderized homer simpson you know the trope), the mom strict to a fault but is right in the end, and incompetent brother who’s trying his best but needs a little help. most families are not like this. most families are dysfunctional in their own ways. you don’t have to have physically abusive parents or unsupportive parents to have shitty parents. painting families in this very generic way sets a really really unhealthy expectation that if your parents aren’t openly pieces of shit you aren’t allowed to hate them or if you defy them you’re automatically in the wrong.

but then there’s phoebe. oh is there phoebe.

i hate how in movies now to get across female empowerment is just make the girl super smart and be shoved in the spotlight too often. she is not interesting at all i’m sorry. you can tell she’s the smart one because she wears glasses and likes science isn’t that quirky? seriously when are we going to just get a strong female lead who has interests that aren’t tomboyish or *insert school subject here*? filmmakers do know that girls and women are also human beings with a wide range of individual likes and dislikes that can’t be reduced to tropes right??? again creating the unrealistic expectation that women cannot be treated like normal people unless they’re uber smart or uber strong. this is a problem for all minoritized group representation and i really cannot hate anyone who doesn’t like how the film industry is trying to bend over backwards for groups to force in representations that only hurt them.

biggest sin is she is not interesting on her own. she is so tropey it’s a fucking travesty. melody the ghost girl was the only compelling person—the only one who made phoebe somewhat interesting to watch—and of course she’s not safe from being a trope. i don’t like how melody has to have direct ties to bad guy mcbad and the sudden turnaround that, while it paid off for her, was rushed to hell and back for the drama.

and worst of all, there was homoerotic tension between phoebe and melody and nothing ever happens.

please just let them hold hands.

i know this is a mainstream movie so two people of the same sex even brushing up against one another is a crime but.

they were cute together and fueled several ghost au fanfic ideas.

damn you film industry.

[ltlemon]

kk I'm gonna live blog episode 6 of OFMD because it'll be funny MAJOR SPOILERS but also like everything's super spaced out so you could probably read along with my reactions? (no clue why you would do that but the option is there.)

fair warning this is really long but no one's going to actually read this so that's fine.

that opening shot is SOO PRETTY

who tf is this guy

'my love'? is he fruity and evil? evil and fruity?

'god that was a beautiful pitch, that was really nice'??? I THINK SO???

I might end up liking the evil gay violin man

hi ed <33

oh no trauma

DRAMA WITH THE GIRLLLS <33 (Izzys little wiggle is precious)

HE THOUGHT HE WAS ROACH???? HOW DRUNK IS HE HOT DAMN

he did say sorry though :')

they're sharing the bottle !! the only times ed has done that with anyone that I can remember has been with calico jack and stede

fock off >:(

aww stede put away all his stuff for him

's probably not a good idea though

oop, yep, caught it. guilt room :(

poor stede he looks like he feels a little bad now.

he's so sweet about it though. <3

ARCHIE!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER SM

AA LOOK AT HOW JIM LOOKS AT HER

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A BIRTHDAY STORY?!?!? AHAHAH

GIRL YOU ARE INSANE

oluwande looks like he's doubting his partners choice of a third slightly

fang's sticking his pinky out!

hehehehe they want a party <33

YEAHHHH

aww not stede offering to give the loot up to a good cause

give it a new purpose, one not tied to ed's guilt

you interrupted their little meeting >:(

EEhehe

YES TURN POISON INTO POSITIVITY

that's what I said

aw ed's charmed

✨I'm gonna go walk my dogs now, I'll be back✨

okok I'm back and I have a quesadilla

oh cool Ricky's back

you were minding your buisness?? no tf you weren't

heh, his new nose is cute though, it's like fancy china

old wrapped his arm around Jim!!! the cuties ever!!

AWWWWW HES FUCKINDUWDHAH

HES GIVING MONEY TO RANDOM KIDS BC HE WAS POOR AS A KID ADSIJN

I love him so much

'filthy little gutter rats' I'm dying

INN RP???

'don't be pirates' 'yeah agreed don't be pirates 😀'

zheng!

girl what is wrong with you

wee John doing drag makeup!!!!!!!! EAHEIDHAB

izzy seems quite intrigued

AWW stede's so charmed by the party

it's rubbing off on ed too

omfg Jim's so silly

just a little guy

HOLY SHIT WEE JOHN LOOKS GOOD

eeeeee ed's little smile at stede <33

WHAT THE FUCK IZZY MUSICAL SCENE WHAT

WHAT THE FUCK

AND HE'S GOOD!?!?!?!?

WIAIYT WAIT WAIT ARE THEU GONNA DANCE

PLEASE PLEAAAASE TELL ME THEYRE GONNA DANCE

fang's clapping for izzy in the background ee

UEUEUEUE SOME PEOPLE ARE DANCING

Jim and Archie are so flipping cute omfg

holy shit??? hand kiss???

AWWWW <<3333

OH OH OH AND JIMS DANCING WITH OLU TOO

THEY REALLY DO HAVE TWO HANDS

HAH HOLY SHIT THE THREE OF THEM ARE TRYING SO HARD

JIM SANDWICH

!!!!

AW OH OH NO ED SHIELDING STEDE-

oh its gay violin man!

'oh I'm going to torture you all. by the way. 😃' sorry I forgot, I meant evil gay violin man.

I love how when ed says 'its because I only hang out with cool pirates' Stede's looking at him like he just delivered the burn of the century

oh holy shit stede's getting pissed he's like stop touching him

'oh shit! You struck a chord, I think you got it in one!' his face here is so wholesome aa

'you torture like a bitch' 'yes ok honey maybe you shouldn't say that it might get us killed'

AW NO THE LITTLE 'it's me you want ITS ME YOU WANT' he can deal with it, causing pain to himself because of an action he did is fine, he's used to that, but that pain coming to stede is unacceptable.

'so what's the plan you...weird...fock?' starting to like izzy

AHDJAKSJ I love Lucius and Pete sm ya'll

his little conductors baton is really cute

Lucius and Pete in the lower levels of the ship looking like a shot from Alien

omfg stede asking for her name is so cute'

'where were you 😡' 'we got engaged 😄' 'aww🥰' 'anyways- 😡'

'alright gang! let's talk profit sharing! 😄' I'm dead

'don't do it stede 🥺' crying sobbing shaking

holy fucking shit stede

OH NO

baby's looking haunted by the horrors in his bedroom

??????

WHAT??

THE LOOK ON HIS FACE???? I NEED TO REWIND HOLD ON

HOLY SHIT

EDS FACE TOO HE WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

sir you just killed a man???? why do you want to fuck now????????

aw ok but Izzy's back to singing though <33

he likes it :))

PHEW HOLY SHIT WHOA

OK IM STAYING SILENT FOR THIS SCENE ILL TALK WHEN ITS DONE I CANT FLIP BACK AND FORTH DURING THIS ONE BOYS (gn)

THAT WAS SO GOOD

LUCIUS'S LITTLE DANCE, EVERYONE SINGING ALONG,

GAY SEX?!?!?!

AGAGAAHAH

omg they're shouting for an encore in the creditsaaa 🥺

and Archie and roach interact yay!!

wow. ok. so we were right about the gay sex hips!!!

wow. we were right about the gay sex hips....

on to episode seven. (I may die within the next 24 minutes.)

[shinakazami1]

• previous ask anon here! I saw the positive response on my last ask so might as well say some more (imagine getting happy from being praised on your own praise, can't be me/j)

• you may feel like Dear Stanley doesn't get many reads but I assure you, if the fic was a youtube video I would put it on loop (they are so silly and the metaphors and the way he cared so much about those little details?? same fr)

• Tomato getting more content. oh no. my heart. you better prepare to pay for the damages that will be inflicted on my soul.

• I decided to tour your ao3 works and read Bad Luck! …I checked all the tags, no worries. (Love, Falling and All Things did came up first but it's in a series so I put it for later)

• 27k. That one hour of reading was quite something. It's so wrong but it's so good?? keyboard smashes I won't dive into details here, but the words hold so much feelings. They are so,,,a (Fanfic writers my beloved good job you two) Question: how are their lives after that. are they happy like really truly happy. it's an au but i need to know if my blorbos are ok.

• I'm probably going to read the soulmate bodyswap series next, and I'm really excited since 1. omg tooth-rotting fluffy gay men, I need this and 2. planetariums, aquariums and animal facts are my absolute favourites stop hitting my soft spots (once again thank goodness for fanfic writers amen)

• sorry if this is too long and possibly confusing! I'm not the best at writing anything out...maybe retreating to ao3 comment sections now that I know anonymous/no account commenting exists (because of you, I finally found out about it after all these years, thanks). Have a nice 365 days!

Anon please my gosh I just opened tumblr and I saw I had a message and just to hear my reaction for your comment meant a lot means a lot to me ofahioasi we are rn in a very silly loop and just please know I told my close buds about you writing these asks and just it means so much to me, and to see you wrote such a long comment (I checked, wow, 307 words, dude I appreciate you sm if you would ever want to reveal yourself be my guest IOHFSOIFSAO I just, I truly appreciate you)

Now lemme just respond to each point under the cut but PLEASE THIS IS NOT CONFUSING NOR TOO LONG THIS IS JUST SO PRECIOUS

Dude I am so glad you liked the metaphors!! I really wanted to make him project onto different things and just, Narrator feels like a man who would care so much about details that others wouldn't

If I ever get back to writing haha, but the prequel is gonna be a cute slowburn of how they got together (no angst tho haha noooo sir don't look how I mostly write angst hahahaah h a ) ; while sequel is their trip to the mountains which would have similar tone to the original!! But gosh thank you you really make me want to write it hehe

Bad Luck is one of my collabs with a user who left TSP community so now I am left as the only creator listen but they were the ones who came up with the idea for that and Good Luck Charm, which is the fic this one kinda comes from !! We were a bit scared if people would think we agree with Stanley's actions (esp since I was the one who wrote them fihfsoiafsih) but I am glad you like it! And well - we actually discussed it and haha no they are not good they are far from good in that au, what we intended to do was (SPOILER: DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW IF I EVER WRITE IT) that Stanley would confess to Narrator that he drugged him and Narrator would be very mad but since he got bitten and it was found out that he was omega, he would lose his job since the world is omegaphobic and Stanley would only later learn just of how much he fucked up. But since the damage is done and Leo would not want him to have easy way out, they kinda stay together and Stanley develops and anxiety disorder. They kinda make it all work and let themselves explore the feelings but Leo never forgives and good for him, good for that man

Gosh to hear you want to keep on reading my work???? That just means so much to me??? I wrote this one with Surf and the amount of silliness that series has just still makes me giddy with how I pulled some of my fav moments in my TSP fanfics so I hope you will not only have a nice read but if you do write, you will share your opinion if you will want to!!

You reminded me I have to check ao3 iohfashiosafois I haven't really been logging in so I prob been slacking off with responses but please, wherever you choose to write, it will always mean so much to me. You already spending time writing the first thing meant for me a ton, esp since this semester has been hard and I've been in art block overall but please anon, know that your words truly make me feel not only good but just grateful to you. Know that your words mean more than you can imagine and they can affect people in a good way. Thank you <3 Have lovely 365 days! (or 365/2 days, if you are a Kingdom Hearts fan)

[gubsgames]

Tavuary Day 11 - Dinner Date!

Sorry for the delay. I got really sick, but I'm recovering -- and getting caught back up with my prompts. It was the eleventh day of #Tavuary! There are two ways to participate by either following the Week-by-Week Prompts (Week Two is "Amour") or by using the Day-by-Day prompts found in this post! Fic Title: Dinner Reservations Pairing: Astarion x Dandy (my Halfling Bard Tav) Warnings: Blood and biting, but nothing too saucy. Summary: Act 1, pre-romantic-relationship; Astarion and Dandy have to come to an understanding about his dietary restrictions.

“Why must you be so difficult?” “Not the neck,” Dandy repeated as Astarion paced around tree stump she was standing upon. She thought the added height might make him take her more seriously.  “But I have to eat! You saw how much faster I was today; I know you did!” “I didn’t say that you couldn’t drink my blood. You just can’t bite my neck. Ever. Again.” “Well,” Astarion paused his pacing and placed his hands on his hips. “Why not?” “I’m a bard, you absolute walnut. You like being healed, don’t you? You like that extra invigoration that I provide in battle? I need my throat in optimal shape to provide that.” Dandy pulled her hair away from her shoulders to reveal the deep puncture wounds, barely scabbed over, in her neck. “We’re just going to have to find another arrangement.” Astarion felt the tiniest, most minuscule twinge of guilt. The bite marks looked so much bigger, so much angrier on a Halfling. It made Astarion feel like the monster he wished he wasn’t.  “Fine, fine,” he raised his hands in a placating gesture, “we could try your wrists.” Dandy was quick to quash that idea. “No, it can’t be anything that might affect my playing. I hit a wrong chord by mistake, and we die, remember?” “Legs then?” This took a little more consideration, but Dandy eventually shook her head. “It might affect my gait or slow me when running or something.” Growing frustrated, Astarion groused, “Well, I’m not biting your ass!” Dandy’s whole face went red. She hopped down from the tree stump and began to storm away. “Why are you always so crude?!”  Astarion rolled his eyes. He supposed he should have expected such theatrics from a bard. “Wait!” Astarion managed to stop her before she got too far. “Let me try something.” Dandy, still flustered, folded her arms protectively across her chest. “You’re not biting my baps either.” “Now who’s being crude?” Astarion raised an eyebrow as he dropped down to his knees.  Perhaps it was from centuries of seducing unsuspecting folk; perhaps it was because he was enjoying how cute Dandy looked when she embarrassed, Astarion brought his hands down her sides as he went to the ground. Her curves were all softness, and he quite liked the feel of her plush frame.  Finding a slight dip over her hip, Astarion leaned forward and cautiously pulled at the waist of Dandy’s sleep capris as he lifted her top just an inch. He bit down into pillowy flesh, relishing how her body stiffened from the initial sensation of it.  One of Dandy’s hands settled on the back of Astarion’s head, fingers threading nervously through his curls. Her other hand went to his ear, rubbing the tip between her thumb and forefinger. Dandy had done the same action when Astarion bit her the first time — ready to pinch him if the pain was too much or if he was getting a little too lost in the taste of her. However, it was also a comforting gesture for her, making sure her mind was still clear and present.  With no need for pinching this time, Astarion pulled back, tentatively licking the wounds closed. His body felt so warm, so calm, with a pleasant tingle around his unbeating heart. Her blood was like cherry cordials with a sweet gin fizz, light and refreshing yet oh-so-decadent. As Astarion came to his senses, he realised Dandy was still petting his hair and holding his ear. He glanced up to see her large eyes reflecting the starlight, her heart-shaped lips parted ever-so-slightly as each breath sent her breasts heaving against her bodice. In that moment, he wanted to embrace her. However, Astarion forced himself to his feet, his head still swimming from the intoxicating experience. The blood, it seemed, had all gone in one direction which was opposite his brain. As he stood, Dandy’s arms languidly raised, as though she did not want to let go, until she could not hold on any longer. Astarion cleared his throat. “Thank you. Again.” They walked back to camp in silence, and Astarion desperately tried to keep the taste of Dandy’s blood on his tongue for as long as he could. 

[cherryeol04]

Action! | Ch. 10

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness

Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon

Work Count: 1.6K

Summary:  From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship?

Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked)

A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy!

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Baekho’s POV

I don’t know why I even mentioned this to Minki. This is probably my worst idea ever. And I know the other is just smirking with that ‘I told you so’ smirk of his. I knew I should have just stopped and dropped the conversation. But damn my manly pride! I wanted to be right, to prove the other wrong. Why? Why did I care about a gay or bisexual person’s relationship? I’m not gay; I don’t care if a guy hooks up with a guy.

I can still remember the conversation.

~*~*~

“What happened to not meddling in their affairs?” Minki asked, glaring at me. I didn’t like the idea any better, but it was obvious to us, to Minhyun and probably JR and Aron that this whole situation was detrimental to our group. If one person couldn’t function properly, we might as well just call it quits now. Something had to be done.

“Yeah I know, but face it, if we don’t do something this isn’t going to get better.” I said.

“You don’t know that. You’re just like me, completely clueless in this situation. What the hell are we going to do? Lock them in the bathroom together?” I thought on that for a moment. That was a good idea. Maybe even a sexy idea…no that wasn’t sexy! Two men locked in a bathroom together to start making out was not sexy! “You dumbass! That wasn’t an idea!” Minki nearly shouted, smacking my arm. So damn violent that boy!

“Why not? Maybe it’ll work?” I asked and sighed as I received nothing but a glare. “Minhyun is your friend right? And you want to see him happy right?” I asked. He hesitated for a moment before nodding his head slowly. “Okay then. Aron-hyung is my friend. He likes Minhyun. Getting them together will solve this problem with Minhyun suffering a broken heart or whatever and Aron-hyung’s longing to be with Minhyun. There’s no way it won’t fail.”

“I don’t believe that.” Minki said and walked away from me. Moving to the sink, he stood there, staring at his reflection. I had no idea what he could have been possibly thinking, but he seemed so lost, so unsure. It was cute.

Walking over to him, I slipped my arms around his shoulders, holding him against my chest. “Minki.” I whispered, staring at him through the mirror. “Have I steered you wrong yet?” I asked. I felt him tense at the question before he slowly relaxed. I hadn’t. I had been there for the other, encouraging him, caring for him. We were just as close friends as he was with Minhyun, maybe even closer, I’d like to think. “Trust me?”

He leaned back further against me and I rested my head on top of his. This was such a wonderful position. His warmth was so welcoming. There had always been something about Minki that was almost irresistible. That wasn’t gay, to think that about my friend, to hold him like this, was it? It couldn’t be. Doing gay things…it would just be wrong, it would feel wrong. And this didn’t feel wrong, so it must be alright.

“I trust you.” He said finally, his dark eyes locking with my brown ones. “But if this backfires, you’re the one taking the blame for it alright?”

“It’s not going to backfire.” I said.

“Alright?” he asked again. “You’re the one to blame.” He said. Sighing, I nodded, agreeing to his terms. Sometimes the only time you could get him to do anything was to agree to his terms. But I still loved Minki to death. Especially when he decided he wanted to be funny and make us laugh.

“Thank you.”

~*~*~

I should have just dropped the conversation the moment those words about meddling left his lips. He had been right; this was so wrong and stupid!  I felt him push me a bit and I glared at him as he looked around the door, spying on the two who were left alone. Well they weren’t left alone; they just thought the rest of us had already left the studio.

They were talking quietly, but there was still so much distance between them. They looked so awkward together.

“This isn’t working.” Minki whispered and finally moved back, arms crossed. “You can’t force two people to be together when they haven’t even spent that much time together as friends.” He said.

Damn it, he’s right again. I stepped back and crossed my arms over my chest, staring at the wall. “Yeah, so?”

“So?”  I hissed as he smacked my head. Rubbing the spot and moved and punched his arm, smirking with satisfaction as he rubbed it in pain. “Don’t hit me!” he whined.

“You hit me first!”

“Because you deserved it with your oh so brilliant plan!”

“Look! I was just trying to help!” I shouted. It wasn’t like me to get mad, but damn it, I was getting tired of Minki acting like he was holier than me. Ever since his image changed to Ren, he had changed a lot. I missed my old Minki. Now I regret even giving him encouragement. “I was just trying to help our friends. Instead of pointing out all my damn flaws, you could be a little bit more encouraging! Is it so much to ask for you to just agree and help me no matter how stupid it is? Damn it! How many times have I followed you endlessly and given you encouragement? Is it too much to ask for you to return the damn favor?” I growled. I regretted those words the moment they left my mouth. Seeing his crestfallen face, I wanted to kick myself. I felt like such an ass.

“Minki.” I whispered, moving to him. He took a step back and turned away from me.

“Don’t.”

“Minki please.” I whispered again. Moving again, I reached out, grabbing his arm before he could run off. Pulling him back, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. “I’m such a bad hyung; I didn’t mean to yell at you.” I said. “I’m just…frustrated.”

He didn’t say anything for a while and I thought I was being given the silent treatment now. I know I fucked up, and I hurt his feelings. Minki wasn’t as sensitive as everyone made him out to be because he looked like a girl. But he was human; his feelings could be as easily hurt as the next person.

“I know.” He finally said. “I’m sorry hyung.” He apologized. “You’re right. I haven’t been very encouraging have I?” he asked, looking back at me over his shoulder.

“No not really.” I said and laughed softly. “I’m sorry for yelling.” I said again.

“I’m sorry for being an-“

“Ass?”  He elbowed me and I grunted, but didn’t loosen my hold.

“Yeah.” He said and sighed, laughing gently. “I just don’t want to force Minhyun into something where he’ll be hurt again. I know JR-hyung didn’t mean to hurt him, but he did and I just want to make things right so he’ll be his old self again.”

I nodded. It’s been a few weeks since that interview and it’s been crazy, especially at home. The tension in the air when Minhyun and JR were around each other, it was so thick. And the bad thing is that JR could feel it, but had no clue why it was there. He kept asking me if he had done something to piss Minhyun off. How could I tell him he broke the other’s heart when he hadn’t even known Minhyun liked him to begin with?

“I know. And I guess I wasn’t thinking about that. I was just thinking about putting Aron-hyung with him. I guess it wouldn’t work if they can’t be close friends like us huh?” I asked.

“Duh.”

I rolled my eyes. He was such a smart ass. “So playing matchmaker, not my thing?” I asked.

“Nope.” He said and laughed. “So let’s not do this again okay?” he asked as he stared at me.

“Fine. But I still think locking them in the bathroom would have been better.” I said. I felt him start to struggle and I fought to keep my grip, but somehow the little blond managed to not only get an arm free, but to turn in my grasp to face me. He smacked my head again and I groaned. Reaching up, I rubbed my head and whined. “So mean Minki!”

He laughed and his laughter was so light that I couldn’t help myself, I laughed too. His arms slipped around me and I returned the hug, holding him close.

“Wow. If you wanted some privacy, you should have gone back to the dorm.”

Pulling back, we turned and stared at Minhyun and Aron. They stood in the doorway, wearing equally amused faces.

“Hyung, I didn’t know you were gay.” Minhyun said and smiled at me.

“Eh?” I looked back at Minki and stared down at him, at our arms still wrapped around each other. This…was gay? I pulled away as he did. Minki was bright red and I could feel my own face on fire. “I’m not!” I said.

“Really? You two looked really close there for a minute.” Aron said and grinned. “Thought you might start making out.”

“Yah! I’m not gay!” I said.

“Sure right.” Minhyun said and smirked before moving to Minki. “Can we leave now?” he asked.

“Uh…yeah.” Minki said, voice soft, but laced heavily with embarrassment.

Minhyun laughed and ruffled his head as he walked with him. I looked back at Aron and the other gave me this strange look before following them. I didn’t know what that look meant, but I didn’t like it nonetheless. Huffing, I followed the lot of them, shaking my head. I wasn’t gay, that I knew. And I was going to get Aron back for even saying that to me.  As we walked out of the studio, Aron turned suddenly.

“Where’s our fearless leader?” he asked.

Minki and I stopped in our tracks.

“Shit!”

[childoflegend]

cursed-ichinose:

-And there it was. The fear of his father. The true fear of his name. People had no idea what Hiro had gone through to get where he was. He had not just been given his rank due to being some Hiragi brat, as some liked to call him. -Don't let it get to you Hiro, no one understands you like I do. Besides you shouldn't get close to her. Remember friends are weakness. The only one that can help you with anything is me. -The young colonel shook his head. "Why would I report you? Did you do something wrong? If so I would, if not....stop muttering to your demon like that." -Yes Hiro could hear her. His senses were heightened due to his experimentation. He could hear her every word if he wanted. Normally he ignored things, but now, with this new person in front of him.....it came in handy. -"It gives you away, you could say something that might be used against you." -Giving away trade secrets now Hiro? asked Hiro's demon, before laughing. He didn't even flinch.

"Ooooo, you should tell him about me! That way I can finally come out! I could even pay a visit to that precious Guren of yours. I haven't see him in such a long time~"

Flinching at the male's words, Rise looked to him as she offered a nervous laugh. "No, I've done nothing wrong. In fact, I've done such little wrong that I doubt Kureto even knows my name." That was a blatant lie. She'd met Kureto many times, even when disciplinary action was being taken against her. Though, she was lucky enough to have Guren jump in to save her.

"Oh, he definitely would have continued experimenting on you. Maybe he would get further than our father did? Don't you want to see all of what I can do? C'mon, let this boy take you to his father."

She tried shrugging off her demon self before running a hand partially through her hair. "My apologies, I don't want to cause any trouble for you or your father. I'm not really afraid of what Kureto will do, in fact I don't really fear him at all, I'm more afraid of what my dad will do if he knows I was talking with you."

"Your dad, huh? Aww, isn't that cute? I wonder what Guren would say."

The girl frowned as she glared behind her, once again at something that wasn't there as she moved to hold her arms. "I don't understand the fear surrounding Kureto Hiiragi. He isn't scary by any means. Take away his title and what can he do? His demon doesn't scare me either. Like I said, I worry about what my dad will think. I don't want to get punished for being out again, so..."

[azhefa-archived]

@softsurvivor​ wrote: [ hike ] for my muse to take yours hand and lead them somewhere

          he has learned not to question it when she approaches him like this. her hand is gentle and soft in his, so much smaller than his own as her fingers curl around his hand. roan lets her pull him away from the doorway to the courtyard, curiousity laced in his icy hues. melting snow crunches beneath their boots when they walk towards the garden. it looks bare, save for the evergreens. the cold winds are broken by the bushes when she step between them. this is a favorite spot of hers, but he figures with the look in her eyes when she glances back at him that it is more than just wanting to steal him away for a moment. 

he finally understands when she stops in front of a tree, pushing back the greenery with one hand and releasing his to gesture towards one of the branches. roan steps closer to peer into it, spotting a nest shrouded among the pine needles. the king tilts his head to the side as his gaze flickers over the eggs. only now realizing there’s a crack in one of them. his eyes glance back towards ryan who is watching with nothing but pure wonder and delight. she is amazing but so much in this world. but he finds himself more amazed by her, by watching her see so many things for the first time. 

[sinfulspencer]

Mirror.

Prompts: Spencer doesn't like brats. If you act like a brat, you're going to get treated like one.

Based on these requests:

1. Could you write a fluffy/smutty one shot with 18, 62 and 92 where Reader gets such an explosive orgasm that they cry and SoftDom!Spencer gets worried, but it’s ok cause they’re happy tears? I think it would be so cute ahh

18: “I’ve never cried during sex before, but I guess there’s a first for everything.”

62: “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”

92: “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop."

(I lost this request, so I'm very sorry! I hope whoever sent it, sees this.)

2. Ooo can you please do something with mean Dom!Spencer... like a lot of degrading, edging, overstim, etc.. also I loveeee your work by @radiant-reid

3. “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” Very good girl sub reader after she annoyed her dom? by @sassymoon

4. “That’s fine, cry as much as you need to.”

Spencer @ Fem Reader during an intense smut session.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: dom/sub undertones (Sub!Reader, Dom!Spencer), heavy degradation, safeword (not used), toys, dirty talking, edging, orgasm denial, slapping, choking, overstimulation, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, breeding kink, unprotected sex

Words: 9.1k

A.N.: I apologize in advance for the delay of these requests. This idea popped into my my mind while I was discussing with @softreidx about kinks and... I might have mentioned to her that a certain kink exists. And it’s a kink that involves having sex in front of a mirror.

I tried to describe a drop right after sex as best as I could, because it’s something that is different in every single person. I tried to describe at best what happened to people I know and I’ve talked to, and myself as well.

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You cross your arms to your chest with a pout on your lips, staring at the cars passing by right in front of you. The warm air coming from the rolled down window allows you to breathe in and out, calming your nerves and stopping your beating heart from jumping out of your throat.

You pretend those coloured cars are the most interesting sight you’ve ever seen in your whole life, because you’re not going to talk to Spencer at all unless he apologizes. Well, apologize is a strong word for a man like him, especially in such a context.

He doesn’t see what he has done wrong and usually you wouldn’t see it either, because you know he knows you better than anybody else, but today you’re extremely needy. More than usual, which is not that different from any other day.

Either way, Spencer deserves the silent treatment.

He doesn’t think so, which is why he’s going to give you exactly the reason why you should never stop talking to him – even when you’re angry.

Spencer knows why you’re annoyed at him and why you’re pouting like a child in your car seat, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t want to interrupt your actions, because they’re giving him the perfect reason to punish you for acting like a spoiled brat.

He doesn’t like brats, but if you want to act like one, he’s going to treat you like one.

And brats don’t deserve anything, but punishments.

It’s difficult to act like this when he has just come home after a particularly hard case, but he’s not going to turn down the chance of playing so hard with you when it presents itself. It’s been so long since you’ve done something like this, since you’ve acted like this and needed some discipline.

His hands are itching at the thought of touching you.

He can’t wait to get home. You’ll be alone with him and he’ll finally get the chance to absolutely ruin you, showing you who you belong to – because it seemed like you forgot.

You’re well aware Spencer noticed your pathetic attempts at dancing and flirting with another guy at the bar, but he didn’t do anything. Spencer has never doubted your love for him and he didn’t want to start at that moment, especially because you kept turning around and hoping to see your boyfriend staring right back at you.

He did, for the whole night. He looked at you each time and laughed at you, shaking his head.

That sight turned you into mush.

You were over the moon with desire, amused by the fact that Spencer was so confident in your feelings that no matter what you did to somebody else, he knew you were going to come home with him – and you are.

You’re sitting in his car after all.

“Are you going to thank me for the drink I offered you?” Spencer asks

His voice sends shivers down your spine, but you’re not going to budge. You’ve kept your mouth shut for the past fifteen minutes. You're not going to give up everything now just because you arrived in front of his apartment.

He doesn’t deserve to hear your voice.

Not yet, not until he gives you what you’ve been craving for the past two weeks.

It was difficult to stay without him for thirteen days, without touching yourself at the thought of him while he did it every single night. That bastard knew how to work you up, how to push every single one of your buttons, but always making sure to scare you just enough to prevent you from touching yourself.

Spencer is so fucking annoying.

You wouldn’t want to be with anybody else.

Spencer stops the car right in front of his apartment, turning to look at you. “Alright then, doll. Keep your mouth shut for the rest of the night, I’m not going to force you to talk to me.”

You shrug without looking at him, unbuckling your belt and jumping out of the car in silence. Your lips are compressed as you push your jacket off your shoulders, walking in your high heels towards the main entrance of the gloomy building.

He’s not going to force you to talk to him, but you know he’s going to force you on your knees.

You can’t wait.

“Y/N.”

Your knees buckle.

Now you want to slap him.

Using that tone of voice on you? After he has been teasing you the whole night? He can’t, that’s not fair to you and to your poor body.

This is the other reason why you’re pouting, but you’re going to tell him everything later – once he has apologized to you, knowing damn well that he won’t do it.

You turn around, crossing your arms to your chest. “Yes, Doctor Reid?”

Spencer points to himself. “Come here.”

You’re tempted to roll your eyes, but if you do, he’s not going to touch you. You can’t have that. You've been waiting thirteen days to have some kind of contact with you. Your poor body needs to be satisfied by the only person in the world that can twist you upside down, otherwise you don’t know how you’ll be able to go on.

Spencer is a good boyfriend, you can’t deny that.

However, when he gets in the mood to play with you, he doesn’t let anything deceive him. Not even your lingerie, not even your puppy eyes, not even your whines and your faint touches on his chest as you try to seduce him.

He turns into stone.

You walk back to him, keeping your arms crossed. “What can I do for you?”

Spencer looks at you, closing the car behind him with his automatic keys. There’s no one around you in the parking lot and you’re terrified he might ask you to get on your knees right now, in front of every single building around you, and ask you to worship him.

You would never do that, mainly because you’re not going to share your boyfriend’s beauty with anybody in this stupid neighbourhood. He’s too precious to be shared.

“You know I hate when you don’t talk to me.”

His voice sounds so broken, it almost breaks your heart. His smirk gives away the fake sweetness lingering on the tip of each word, showing that he doesn’t fucking care whether you talk to him or not, because he’s going to get his way with you.

God, you can’t stand this fucking man.

You love him too much.

“You know I hate when you finger me under the table inside of a club, but stop me from coming because ‘you shouldn’t do this’ in front of everybody.” – you whisper, pointing your finger at him – “And you know I hate when you don’t dance with me.”

“You were too busy dancing with that guy.”

He dodged your question.

You scoff, crossing your arms to your chest again. “Bullshit. You knew I was doing that just to make you jealous.”

Spencer tilts your head, looking at you. “Of course you did, because you’re a little slut.”

You’re not going to deny that, you know you are one.

“And what are you going to do about that, Doctor Reid?” you ask him, raising your brow

Spencer points to the entrance of the building. “I will gladly explain everything to you once we’re home, doll. I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear what I have planned for you.”

You know he’s going to treat you well, he just needs to pretend to be mean at the beginning to put you in your place. He doesn’t really need to do that, but he loves doing it – and it turns him on at the sight of you whining and turning into a blubbering mess because of his actions, his dirty words whispered in your ear.

It's so easy to turn you on.

Spencer walks beside you with a hand brushing against the back of yours and you’re tempted to grab his, but you’re not sure he wants that right now. So you follow him in silence, cursing at yourself for not being able to keep your mouth shut when you were planning to do that.

He used that voice, though. You knew he wasn’t going to budge until you opened your mouth for him, because that voice is never a good sign – well, it is. Just not at the beginning, if it makes sense.

Spencer opens the door of his apartment, watching you step in first.

The skirt of your dress caresses your legs with each step you take, raising it just enough to show off your beautiful thighs. There’s not a single mark there where they usually are, but Spencer knows he’ll change that in the matter of seconds.

Spending time alone with you means you get to go home with bruises all over your legs, with your thighs shaking and a satisfied smirk on your face.

He knows that these thirteen days have been Hell without him - both mentally and physically, but he’s going to change that too. He has missed you, but you have missed him much more.

You kick off your shoes, leaving your high heels beside the entrance mat. Spencer is right by your side, folding his jacket over the couch before walking towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

You need to be hydrated for what he’s planning to do to you. He doesn’t want you to pass out because he wasn’t careful enough or because he didn’t take care of you before beginning his games with you.

It has never happened before, but he doesn’t want this night to be the first one where either of you messed something up.

“Doll? Are you coming?”

“I hope I will, sir.” You roll your eyes when he’s not in front of you.

“If you keep rolling your eyes, you won’t.”

You bite your bottom lip, blushing. It’s incredible how he knows you so well.

That bitch.

You enter the kitchen and Spencer hands you a glass of water. You drink it immediately with no hesitation, lowering your eyes to the floor.

“Sorry.”

Spencer puts the glass inside the sink. “You should be.”

You linger, waiting for him to do something. He leans forward, placing two fingers underneath your chin, and he tilts your head back up. You look at him and give him a weak smile, making him giggle at the sight.

“You are so greedy, aren’t you?”

“Can you blame me, sir?”

He knows you’re calling him like that to annoy him, because that’s not how he wants to be addressed while you’re playing with him. He’s definitely going to punish you for that, as well.

Spencer hums, kissing your forehead. “No, but you shouldn’t talk back.”

“And you shouldn’t have fingered me under the table.”

He lets out a chuckle, taking a step towards you. “You’re not going to let that go, are you doll?”

You shake your head, placing a hand on his chest. “Of course not.”

Spencer takes your hand into his, bringing it up to his lips as he kisses your knuckles. “I have something in mind.”

“Enlighten me, sir.”

He looks at you for a few seconds, tightening his grip on your hand. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

You lean forward to kiss his hand as well, making sure he knows that you mean each and every word that seeps out of your lips right now.

“I trust you, Spencer.”

And with that, he kisses you feverishly. That’s all he needed to let go completely.

“Take off all your clothes and wait for me on the bed.”

Spencer walks away from you, taking off his tie and walking towards the bedroom. You stand there in his kitchen, confused as to what he’s planning to do, but extremely aroused and interested. You can’t wait to find out, even though you feel like it’ll be something you might not enjoy as much as he will.

He’s a menace, he knows what he’s doing.

You unzip your dress as you walk to the bedroom, pushing it down and folding it on the edge of the bed. Spencer unbuttons his shirt and watches you as you crawl on the bed, in nothing but your panties and your bra.

“I said all of your clothes.”

You huff, unclasping your bra and sliding your panties down your legs. He’s right, he told you that, but you wanted him to take off the last piece of your underwear as a gift.

“You look beautiful.”

“I’m well aware of that.” - you say, kneeling over the bed - “Where do you want me to sit, sir?”

Spencer points to the pillows. “Move them and sit closer to the headboard.”

You obey, pushing the pillows on the floor and sitting with your back almost pressed to the headboard of his bed. Spencer takes his time to slide his shirt off his shoulders and to unbuckle his belt, leaving it on the floor along with his shoes, his trousers and his socks.

He looks so fucking beautiful like this.

You want to kiss every inch of his body, worshipping his skin and marking it with your teeth. You have missed this sight, a sight you’ve dreamed of for thirteen days.

“Do you see something you like?”

You blush, nodding your head. “Yes, Doctor.”

Spencer smiles because he made you say the name he wants to be addressed with in the bedroom, without forcing you to. It’s fun to see your bratty behaviour crumbling down as soon as you feel like he’s about to give you what you need.

It’s not the right time yet.

“I’m going to sit behind you, doll.” - Spencer says, crooking his finger - “Can you please move?”

You scoot towards the centre of the bed, confused as to why he wants to sit behind you on the bed. You’ve done this inside of your bathtub back in your apartment, but it was because he wanted to be with you and your bathtub is quite short.

Why on the bed?

Spencer jumps over the bed and settles right behind you, his legs opened so that you can lay with your back against his chest. You can feel his hard bulge pressing to your lower back and you wonder why he’s not allowing you to touch him. Now that you’re sitting like that, with him behind you and his mouth leaving kisses down your neck, you close your eyes.

Maybe he’ll let you touch him later.

“Do you see something new around here?”

You furrow your brows, turning to the side to inspect his bedroom. What kind of question is that? You’re not in his bed because you want to ask him about furniture, you’re there because you need to make love to your boyfriend - even though the position is not exactly the best one.

There’s nothing different right around you, though. Everything seems in place: his clothes, the window, his pile of books, his perfectly neat desk, his nightstand with a candle not turned on… Until your eyes settle on a mirror positioned right in front of the bed.

You didn’t even notice it, too busy undressing and watching Spencer undress right in front of you. It’s difficult to focus on something different when the sight of your boyfriend almost naked is so endearing.

The mirror reflects you and Spencer on the bed, his right arm wrapped around your waist.

“Oh.”

“Do you know what I’m planning to do?”

You bite your bottom lip, admiring your boyfriend using his left hand to open your legs for him. You obey his silent order, your eyes not able to move from the sight in front of you and his actions.

“I think I have an idea…”

“Great, because tonight we’ll have so much fun.”

Spencer presses a tender kiss on your shoulder, looking back at the reflection. You don’t even gasp or shudder at the sensation, too focused on the beautiful sight in front of your very own eyes.

You can’t take your eyes off it.

Spencer is behind you, his beautiful body tightly pressed against yours, with his hands prodding your legs wide open. His ankles are pushing yours so that you can’t even begin to think about hiding yourself from his own eyes, because there’s no point in hiding you.

You look gorgeous and Spencer wants to show you exactly that, no matter how bratty or annoying you’re acting.

Your whole body is tensed against him and your chest is rising up and down, while your heart is beating so loudly and hard. He can feel how excited you are and how needy you suddenly got at the sight of the mirror.

“Do you like it? I put it up just for you.”

You melt at his words, biting your bottom lip. “Thank you, Doctor. I love it.”

“Now you can watch me while I touch you, doll.” - Spencer says, his fingers tracing your wet folds with the tip of his right index - “Isn’t that exciting? You can look at yourself behaving like a whore for me, begging to be touched and used however I want.”

You force yourself to whine at the sensation.

“I love the sounds you make.”

Those thirteen days of pure tension are slowly crumbling down, chipping a piece of you away until you’re left with nothing else, but desire. Spencer knows exactly what he’s doing, which infuriates you, but he’s not going to stop until you give him an answer.

“You said you missed me touching you, so I thought… how about I give you a little show, maybe even record it, and touch you like you needed me to before?”

This is too good to be true.

There must be a trap, he can’t be this nice and gentle with you.

You know him, it’s not in his nature. Not tonight’s nature, at last.

“You’re not going to come until I tell you to.”

Ah, there it is.

You’re so desperate to feel his touch on you that you don’t even need to think about his proposition, immediately nodding your head and moving your hips so that his finger can touch you better.

Spencer moves his hand away, forcing you to stop squirming. “Is that a yes, doll?”

You hum, staring at your own reflection.

“Use your words or I’m not going to touch you at all.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Spencer puts his left hand underneath your throat, forcing you to keep your head up and turn to the mirror right in front of you. You can’t move even if you want to, because you’re trapped between his strong grip and the desire putting you in place.

His chest is tightly pressed to your back and his lips are leaving a trail of kisses down to the side of your neck. It’s difficult to think straight and breathe right when Spencer is so close to you, with his fingers teasing your clit.

You suck in a breath, closing your eyes and turning your head to the side. You don’t know how you’re going to survive this delicious torture without crying, but you’ll do anything to reach that peak and fall into the deep end of pleasure.

You’re not going to let Spencer win, no matter what it takes.

“Keep your eyes open, doll.” – Spencer whispers in your ear, his finger slipping past your folds and collecting your wetness – “I want you to look at the mess you’re making all over my fingers.”

You place your hand on his bicep, involuntarily pushing your hips forward. “Doctor, I...”

Spencer slaps his hand over your heat, hitting your clit with his palm. It’s not unusual for him to slap you like that, and to be honest, you find that extremely exciting and hot. Especially because that gesture has made his cock twitch against your lower back.

However, you let out a shriek at the intense pleasure spiking within you.

“Stop squirming.”

You take a deep breath, watching him carefully. “Sorry, Doctor.”

Spencer slides his left hand down your chest, gripping your breast with his fingers. You can see the red welts forming over your throat and then down to your chest, where he’s holding you so tight it’ll leave more bruises by tomorrow.

You can’t deny that the sight of yourself, completely wrapped between his arms, turns you. You just have never thought it could happen, even if your dreams were filled with images of you being able to get fucked or being touched like this in front of a mirror.

It’s interesting to see how his touch on you has this strong power over you – and an even stronger power over him.

His cheeks are flushed with desire and his pupils are dilated. He seems on the verge of losing it, just like you, but he can hide it a bit better than you. While you squirm and wiggle in his arms, Spencer is able to stay calm and use his fingers to drive you wild.

“Look at yourself, doll. So eager to have my fingers fucking this pretty pussy, aren’t you?”

You lick your bottom lip, watching the tip of his thumb pressing down on your clit and his index nudging against your entrance. Your arousal is coating his fingers and usually, in a moment like this, Spencer would be the one begging you to fuck yourself onto his fingers.

This time, the tables have turned.

You want to beg him to touch you, but you can’t stutter a single word out. You’re paralyzed with pleasure and you want nothing more than to feel something, whatever he prefers the most, inside of you or you’ll start crying.

It has never happened before, but you feel like tonight might be the first time.

“You were acting like a pathetic whore in front of me, thinking I’d get jealous of a fucking idiot like that guy. A guy that couldn’t even begin to satisfy you the way that I do.” – Spencer whispers in your ear, dragging his tongue underneath your earlobe – “You were dancing with your ass against his crotch, wiggling it and making sure he knew you were never going to go home with him.”

You nod your head, struggling to stay still when he pushes his index inside of you. He crooks it, pressing the tip against the soft indentation in front of you – and you let out a loud whine, followed by a sigh.

“Do I need to remind you who you belong to, doll?”

You hum, gasping when his thumb presses over your clit. You already know the answer, but you’d love to get a little reminder – especially if it means Spencer finally fucks you.

“Me.”

“Yes, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer bites the tender flesh of your bare shoulder, pumping his finger in and out of you at a steady pace – just like he did inside that club underneath your table. Luckily the music was loud enough to cover your moans, but right now there’s nothing playing.

And his bedroom is filled with your whimpers and your moans.

“Every inch of your body belongs to me.”

His left hand slides down to your belly, reaching the part where you need him the most. He slaps the palm of his hand again over your clit, making you shudder at the sensation and almost black out because of the pleasure.

You’re on the verge of coming, but you hold back.

Gritting your teeth as hard as you can, you focus on the sound of your voice and not on the wet sounds of his finger pushing in and out of you. It’s difficult not to focus on that, feeling your body catch fire because of his movements, but you don’t want to disappoint him.

And just as you’re about to lose your own fucking mind, Spencer pulls away.

“You’re already tensing up, doll. Are you that needy? Are you already about to come like a pathetic whore all over my fingers?”

You shake your head, compressing your lips together. “N-No, Doctor. Not yet.”

“That’s my good girl.” – he whispers, dragging his index up your chest and bringing it up to your lips – “Clean up your mess. Show me that your mouth is good enough to suck on my fingers, just like it is to talk back and suck my cock.”

Your boyfriend sticks his index inside your mouth, sliding it over your tongue. He stares at your reflection in the mirror and grins when he finds your eyes. You’re looking at him as well, trying to see a moment of weakness that you can use for your own satisfaction. He knows that, but he’s not going to let you do that.

Spencer knows you too well.

Probably more than you know your own mind.

You suck on his index, hollowing your cheeks and giving Spencer a little show of how your mouth could actually be used right now. You’re surprised he hasn’t pushed you on your knees and fucked your throat until you couldn’t breathe – usually that was his way of punishing you for talking back or trying to make him jealous.

You wonder why tonight is different.

You don’t complain about it, though, because you love this. You love watching yourself crumble down because of him, you love admiring Spencer struggle to keep his self-control when it comes to you. It’s fun, it’s hot, it’s exciting.

And it’s comforting, because he has the same power over you as the one you have over him.

“Maybe you’re not that pathetic when you keep your mouth occupied like this, doll.” – Spencer says, pulling his index out of your mouth – “Do you like having something right there, don’t you?”

“Especially if it’s your cock, Doctor Reid.”

He chuckles at your response, shaking his head. “You might not be pathetic, but you’re a slut.”

You give him a wink, turning your head just enough to look at him. “Your slut.”

“My one and only.” – he tells you, giving you a kiss on the lips – “Now stop disobeying me and show me some respect, doll. Turn around and look in the mirror.”

You frown at his request, obeying to his words and immediately getting back to where you were. Your legs are still wide open and Spencer’s left hand is still on your belly, pressing your back against his chest so that you can’t move.

“Sorry Doctor Reid.”

Without giving you a head up, Spencer pushes two fingers inside of your wetness. You gasp at the sudden move and widen your eyes, watching your whole body convulse around his fingers when they hit that delicious spot.

“Fuck!”

Spencer uses his left hand to cover your mouth, sticking another set of two fingers on your tongue. Now your mouth is filled the same way your cunt is, and you don’t know what feels the best.

Being used like this feels too good to be true.

“Two fingers and you’re screaming like this? What are you going to do when you’ll have my cock so deep inside of you? Are you going to cry?” – he asks, leaving a quick kiss on the side of your throat – “Or are you going to be a good girl and take it like the whore everybody knows you are?”

What a stupid question, of course you’re going to take it.

You’ve been doing it for years, riding Spencer's cock and allowing it to destroy you whenever Spencer has the chance to have you all for himself.

However, in this very moment, you’re overwhelmed.

You’re screaming and moaning because you have missed him too much, and his touch feels like it’s amplified to the maximum. It feels like Spencer is touching you and using you for the first time. Of course it’s difficult to stay quiet.

“I can t-take it.”

You feel your orgasm approaching quickly while his fingers work in and out of you rapidly, barely allowing you to breathe right. You don’t know for how long he’s planning to tease you and edge you, but you don’t care – you just hope he’ll let you come by the end of it.

“You will, doll. You’ll take me because I’m going to force you to.” – Spencer tells you, slurring his words while he kisses your throat – “Because I know you want my cock. I know you want me to ruin you, to own you, to break you until you’re nothing but a dirty little slut writhing and moaning my name.”

The harder you grip his bicep, the harder his fingers would thrust inside of you. His eyes are staring at your reflection in the mirror while yours are focused on the sight of his face, completely focused on his movements. You can barely hear the faint sound of his fingers fucking you, too lost in his beauty.

Your body betrays you, though, because you feel your heart jumping in your chest as you start to tense up all over again. Your nails dig into his soft skin, almost breaking it.

“F-Fuck, I’m s-so....”

Spencer clicks his tongue, using his left hand to tilt your head to the side. “No, not yet.”

You gasp against his lips, his fingers are still relentlessly fucking you. “Please, I...”

“No.”

His fingers pull out of your throbbing it and you let out a frustrated yell. Your orgasm vanishes into thin air and you almost want to punch Spencer in the face, because this is the second time he’s denying you an orgasm.

You love these games, your body and your brain know that, but it’s getting frustrating.

And the feeling of his cock pressed to your lower back is not exactly helping you, taunting with the possibility of being in another position. On the contrary, it’s making everything worse – because you could have him inside of you. You could ride Spencer into oblivion, watching him lose control as soon as you sink down on his cock, but you can’t.

Because tonight he wants to show you that he owns you.

You already know that, but sometimes it’s nice to have a little reminder.

“What, doll? What’s on your brain?” – Spencer asks you, his voice filled with amusement – “Do you have something to say?”

You want to curse him out, you want to start crying, you want to give him a taste of his own medicine, but at the same time you want him to keep going. You grab his hand and you place it back between your legs, blinking as you turn around.

His eyes find yours in the reflection in the mirror.

“M-More, Doctor.”

“I’ve got you, doll.” – Spencer says, moving his left hand back on your throat – “You look so pretty when you’re about to cum, do you know that?”

I’m well aware of that, you want to tell him.

It’s not the first time he tells you that and you’re starting to believe it, because the reflection of your body in the mirror is extremely exciting. You’re not turned on by your own body, of course not; you’re turned on because you’ve turned into absolutely nothing, but a blubbering whore for him.

It’s just so hot.

“Thank you, D-Doctor.”

Spencer digs his fingers into the soft skin of your throat and you gasp, feeling your eyes water at the sensation. He keeps his eyes on your face the whole time, not wanting to hurt you too much and not wanting to let you go so soon.

His index and his medium finger find their way back inside of you, his knuckles nudging against your entrance. You whine at the sudden entrance, your wetness easing everything and allowing him to push his fingers deep inside of you.

“F-Fuck... Please, Doctor. I need to c-come.”

Spencer clicks his tongue, kissing your neck once again. “Hold it again, doll. Let me hear you how much you love having my fingers fucking your cunt.”

You close your eyes and throw your head back against his shoulder, bucking up your hips. Spencer doesn’t say anything when you stop looking at your own reflection, knowing that the sight could’ve been too much.

At the end of the day, this is the third time he’s edging you and denying you an orgasm. He wants you to hold it and if it means not having your eyes on the mirror, then so be it. Spencer can push you to your limits, but this is more than enough for him.

You’ve been good enough.

“I...”

His fingers tighten around your throat again and you can feel your oxygen levels decreasing, making your head spin and your eyes roll back. Your whole body tenses up because of his ministrations and Spencer laughs against your ear, licking your earlobe before biting on it.

“Desperate fucking whore.”

And with those words, his fingers pull out your body again.

“No! No, fuck!”

Spencer laughs at your reaction, bringing his right hand up to your face. You slap it away, turning your head to look at him with tears streaming down your cheeks – tears of frustration, tears of pleasure, not sad tears.

“You’re....”

His hand immediately grabs you by the throat, making you jump. “I’m what, doll?”

You hum, shaking your head. You can’t really speak, and now that he’s holding you like that, you don’t want to keep talking – if you do, he’s not going to let you come at all. And you are so desperate right now, you can barely think straight.

“Beautiful. Always so beautiful.”

You don’t want to annoy him, you’ve done that more than enough.

Spencer chuckles at your answer, giving you a peck on the lips. “Thank you, doll. I appreciate the compliment, but we both know that’s not what you wanted to say.”

He moves you forward on the bed, untangling his arms from your body. You stare at him with a hand on the mattress, getting on your knees and getting closer to him. Spencer lifts his hand, stopping your movements.

“Where are you going, Doctor?”

“Sit with your back to the headboard. I’m not done with you yet.”

You hesitate, wondering what he’s thinking about. Spencer Reid is quite difficult to read, especially when he’s planning punishments or is in the mood for playing with you. He didn’t let you come for three very difficult times. For how long is he going to torture you?

You move back with your back pressed against the wooden headboard of his bed, keeping your legs closed. Spencer looks around the room to look for something and you start squirming, twisting the bed sheets through your fingers.

His eyes settle on his closet as he walks towards it, opening the last drawer.

“No, please...”

Spencer doesn’t even look at you, knowing exactly why you’re acting like this. You bite your bottom lip, tempted to throw something at him and force him to turn around. He can’t do this to you, he can’t be this mean to you after days without him.

It’s not fair, it’s not right.

You never denied your body to him after long cases, so you don’t understand why he’s depriving himself of the pleasure you could give him for the whole night. It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch you, because he clearly does and is dying to get inside of you at the sight of his hard cock, but he just wants to play.

Spencer loves games. He adores the effect they have on you and he knows that by the end of the night, when you’ll be crying because of all the frustration building within you, you will come so hard that you’ll forget everything that he denied you.

And it’ll be much better.

“Stop whining, doll, it’s not a good look on you.” – Spencer says, pulling out a green vibrator as he turns around – “I thought this was your favourite toy.”

You bite your bottom lip again, your teeth sinking into it to the point you break the skin. If he uses that toy on you, you’re sure you won’t be able to hold back – and disobeying him means that you won’t get to feel Spencer inside of you.

You need to prepare yourself for that toy, but you know it’s going to be tough if not impossible to be a good girl for him. Being edged three times is exciting, but four? You’re not sure you’ll be able to do it.

However, there’s a safeword.

You always know you can use it and force him to stop everything.

“It’s my favourite toy, Doctor, but I just... I was hoping...”

Spencer clicks his tongue, getting back on the bed. How is he acting like this when his cock is probably a few seconds away from coming? Is he punishing himself and you at the same time? How the fuck is he able to be so self-controlled?

“Spread your legs for me, doll.”

You do as he says, opening your thighs for him one more time. Spencer licks his bottom lip and tap your bottom lip with the tip of the toy, furrowing his eyes.

“I want you to suck on it.”

You blink the tears of frustration away, nodding your head and opening your mouth. Usually you’d be more graceful, but you’re desperate for this torture to end – even though your whole body is betraying you, craving this more than anything.

You close your lips around the tip of the toy and you suck on it, keeping your eyes on your boyfriend’s face the whole time. He watches you carefully, not pushing the toy further in your throat because he doesn’t care about that – he wants you to prepare the toy for you.

Your spit is coating all of the toy.

Once he’s satisfied, Spencer pulls it out of your mouth and turns it on. You barely have the time to open your legs for Spencer when he pushes the vibrator inside of you, the lowest setting barely making you squirm again.

“See? It’s not that bad, doll. I can be nice and gentle.” Spencer says

You move your eyes on your reflection, watching the green toy disappear inside of you and your juices spilling out to coat it even better. The vibrations send shivers down your spine and you grip the headboard of the bed, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Y-Yes, Doctor. Thank y-you.”

Maybe being a brat wasn’t exactly the right way to get Spencer’s attention at the club. Now you regret even thinking it would’ve been a good idea, but at least he’s giving you all of his attention now – and more.

His thumb presses down on the first button, increasing the vibration setting. You let a curse fall from your lips, your body catching fire yet for his attempt at making you come. This time you’re sure you won’t be able to hold back, you’re going to disobey him and you don’t even feel bad about it.

You gasp at the sensation and you throw your head back, exposing your throat to Spencer’s mouth.

“Please, Doctor, l-let me c-come.”

He drags his tongue up and down your neck, his teeth sinking into the skin right above your Adam’s apple. You whine at the sensation while your boyfriend starts to thrust the vibrator in and out of you, teasing your clit with the tip of the toy.

The vibrations are getting higher and higher in setting, while your thighs are trying to close around it. Spencer prods them open with his free hand, preventing you from even trying to think about trying that again.

The tears are streaming down your face, sliding down to your neck.

Spencer can taste them on his lips. “That’s fine. Cry as much as you need to, doll.”

Pushing the button and setting the vibrations to the highest setting, you let out a high pitched shriek. Your thighs start to shake around his hand and your lips part, while a chorus of pleas and begs comes out.

“Fuck! Pl-please, please.. Spencer, I...”

He leaves another kiss right above your throat, lifting his face so that he can look at you. And this time, sensing him being so close to you, you manage to open your eyes. Spencer smirks and you don’t know for how long you keep eye contact, because you’re lost in what he’s doing.

The pleasure spikes inside of you and you feel your orgasm so close...

So close, you can taste it.

But everything stops again.

For the fourth time.

He’s over stimulating and pushing you closer and closer to the edge before denying it, as many times as he denied yourself to him. During the case Spencer was tempted to get home to you because he couldn’t bear to stay away from you, so by punishing you, he’s also punishing himself for not being able to stop thinking about it.

It doesn’t make much sense, but it does to him.

And that’s all it matters.

“You fucker!” you yell, slapping him on the shoulder

Spencer grabs you by the throat, pressing a soft kiss on your mouth. “Hm, I’ve been called worse by this pretty little mouth. But believe me when I tell you this: you’ll thank me again by the end of the night, doll.”

Leaving the toy on the nightstand, Spencer settles between your legs before you have the chance to yell something else at him. You want to curse him out for not making you come, for not allowing you to taste that sweet fruit from Heaven.

Him, on the other hand, is about to taste his favourite thing in the world.

You put a hand on his shoulders. “Please, Doctor, I’ll do anything. Just... Just let me come, I need it. Please.”

Spencer ignores the chorus of whines coming out of your lips, leaving a trace of kisses on your inner thigh that are not helpful at all. You’re so sensitive right now, but you’re proud of yourself for not coming because of that toy.

Well, you didn’t come because Spencer pulled away.

Anyway.

Spencer slides his hands underneath your ass, grabbing it and yanking you closer to his beautiful face right between your thighs. The sight is incredible and you don’t know where to look: his hungry eyes staring into you or the reflection of your body, convulsing and contorting at his little touches in the mirror.

“You’ve been really good for me, doll.”

Spencer presses a soft kiss right above your clit, looking up at you. You run your fingers through his curls and you give him a smile, forcing yourself to look back at him.

Seeing him like this, with his pretty face ready to be buried between your legs, is always fucking incredible and exciting.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

He places his right hand on top of yours, gently pushing down. “It’s okay, doll. You can pull my hair as hard as you want when I’m between your legs.”

You don’t need to be told twice, yanking his curls and forcing him to look back up again. “You said I’ve been good for you. Are you going to make me come this time, Doctor?”

Spencer smirks at your question, raising his brows. “I will make you come so many times you will forget your own name.”

That seems a satisfying answer for you because you loosen the grip of his hair. Spencer keeps his eyes on your face the whole time, nudging his nose against your clit. You bite your bottom lip and move your hips to his face, moaning softly.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you tonight, doll. And you’ll let me, because you’re just a dirty little slut who deserves to be used.”

You pant at his words and throw your head against the headboard when his mouth finally gives you what you need.

His tongue flattens and drags it between your folds, collecting all of your juices that to him taste like the purest of Heaven. Spencer has a thing for oral sex, which means sometimes he even prefers this to the actual penetration – this is the exact proof.

You grab his curls, pulling on them. “Y-Yes Doctor, give me everything. I c-can take it.”

Spencer hums with his eyes still on your face, watching your back arch because of his ministrations. His tongue darts in and out of you, before flattening again and licking around your throbbing clit.

His hands are everywhere on your body: they slip from your breasts to your thighs, before going up again to grip your belly and then your breasts again. Red welts are covering your skin and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge for the fifth time.

You don’t know if this is a good thing.

And you don’t even know if you should tell him, because this feels heavenly.

“You always taste so sweet, my doll.”

Your whole body is shuddering, your fingers are gripping his curls harder than before and the image in the mirror tells you that Spencer is going absolutely crazy. He wasn’t lying when he told you he would ruin you, because he’s doing exactly that.

His tongue is exploring you, tasting you, teasing you and giving you what you’ve been missing for the past two very long weeks.

You sob, you whine, you pant his name and little curses for God-knows how long while Spencer is lost in his favourite activity. The passion he puts into making you feel like this, into allowing you to taste Heaven... it turns you on a little too much.

“C-Close... Please, Doctor.”

His piercing gaze makes you lose your breath as your thighs shake around his face. Those amber coloured eyes and that tongue are driving you completely crazy. You feel yourself start to sleep in that intense pleasure that usually comes right before you crumble.

Your whole body tenses and Spencer doesn’t pull away, sucking your clit harsher than before and gripping the soft skin of your thighs.

“Come for me, doll. Show me how much you want this, how much you love being treated like the whore we both know you are.”

Obeying his order, you let yourself fall down into oblivion.

Tears are streaming down your face as you keep your eyes on his face the whole time, allowing yourself to feel every second of that pleasure. Your orgasm explodes through your body with such force that you grip Spencer’s curls, tugging on them as a way to steady yourself.

Every cell in your body is screaming, every inch of your skin is on fire as those days of pure nothingness come down in a matter of seconds. All the frustration that built up throughout this night comes to a fucking end, finally.

“Fuck! Yes, Doctor, yes!”

You roll your hips against his face and Spencer doesn’t pull away, nursing your orgasm and allowing you to ride it to the fullest with his tongue licking you, tasting you and showing you that you belong to him.

Just him. Nobody else, but him.

The tension in your body has snapped and you feel yourself collapse against the headboard, your hands sliding over to your pillow. You’re completely spent and you don’t know how you’re going to be able to show up at work tomorrow.

Those thoughts disappear from your mind as soon as Spencer pulls away from you and his left arm wraps around your body, pushing you down over the bed.

“Not done.”

Of course not.

You wrap your tired arms around his neck, moaning loudly when you feel him entering you. You offer no resistance as he takes everything he can from you. The powerful thrusts pin you against the mattress while his face hides in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent each time.

“You feel so fucking good, doll. Always perfect around me.”

You scratch his back with your nails, leaving similar marks to what he has given you earlier. “I’m yours, Spencer. I’m all yours.”

Your reminder sounds like music to his ears.

He lifts his face back up, his eyes locking with yours. Those amber coloured eyes will be the death of you, but you made peace with that. You wouldn’t want anything different.

Placing both your hands on his face, you kiss his lips. “I love you so much, Doctor.”

Spencer smiles at your words, drowning in the sweetness of your voice. “I love you more, doll.”

He begins to thrust inside of you with a steady pace, his knees pushing your thighs wide open and preventing you from closing them. Taking control of your whole body, you can’t help but look at his beautiful face and how he’s slowly losing himself in the moment.

You clench around him with a loud whine, gripping him like a vice and silently begging him to use you however he pleases. Spencer watches you roll your hips, his eyes slipping where your bodies are connected before looking back at you.

“Can’t get enough of me?”

You shake your head, whimpering. “Never, Doctor.”

Lewd sounds of sex fill the bedroom mixed with your whines and his grunts. Spencer slides his right hand underneath your throat and you throw your head back, exposing it to his lust-filled gaze.

“Such a whore for my cock, aren’t you?”

You smirk at his words, nodding your head. “Always. You know me, Doctor.”

You feel his cock twitching inside of you and his body tensing on top of yours. You know he’s close, just like you – the edge of desire is almost there, ready for the taking. Crying out his name in a chorus of litanies, you watch Spencer pick up the rhythm of his thrusts and get the control back in his hands.

“Then take all of it, doll. Take my cock.”

Spencer leans forward with his mouth now pressed on yours and keeps fucking you. The bed creaks underneath his powerful movements and you don’t know if it’s going to break – even if it does, you won’t care.

Not until you come, anyway.

Spencer holds you in his arms, moving his hand from his throat down your hips. Pushing you down on the bed and owning your body, he moans and cries out your name without stopping. His mouth covers yours in kisses and you drown in the sweetness of that gesture, wrapping both your arms around his neck.

“Make me yours, Doctor.” – you whisper in his ear – “Come inside of me, please.”

You hold onto him, closing your legs around his waist. Spencer doesn’t stop and doesn’t slow down, wanting to show you that he’s the only one who can have you withering and whimpering underneath him.

He’s right, he’s the only one and he’ll always be the only one.

Finally the tension in your body snaps and you cry out his name once again, coming all around him and shuddering under the weight of him. Spencer gives you one final thrust and you cry out again, every sense in your body on full alert.

“Take it, you fucking whore.”

Finally you feel him coming deep inside of you, filling you with his warmth. You widen your eyes as you stare into his, those amber coloured irises covered in such delicious desire that have swept you off your feet.

You choke on your own moans, gritting your teeth and scratching his back to release the last ounce of tension.

This last orgasm has completely exhausted you. You collapse back on the bed, tears streaming down your face more than before as you cover your face.

Spencer struggles to roll off your body. “Doll? Hey, doll?”

You’re crying, immediately hiding your face on his chest. Your heart is beating louder in your chest and you feel your whole body completely exhausted. Your emotions are all over the place and you know that this is not a great sight, but you don’t know how to stop crying.

So you start to laugh.

Spencer’s heart drops in his chest as he wraps his arms around you, still dizzy because of the orgasm that ripped through his body and destroyed him.

Now nothing matters besides you.

“I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

You’re still laughing and crying at the same time. Spencer holds you tightly, pressing a kiss on top of your head. He brushes his hands up and down your arms, making sure that you know that he's not going anywhere – he couldn’t do that even if he tried, too exhausted to move and run away.

He’d never leave you though. Never ever.

“Sorry, I’m... Sorry.”

Spencer shakes his head, running his fingers through your hair. “No, I’m sorry. I pushed it too far, I’m...”

You shake your head, looking up at him with bloodshot eyes. “No Spencer, this... No, I’m not crying because you hurt me. You didn’t, you were amazing.”

He furrows his brows, brushing his thumb over your cheek to wipe away a tear. “Then what is it? Are you okay?”

Hiding your face against him again, you nod. “Yes, more than okay. I’m just.. overwhelmed?”

“Overwhelmed? Did I go too far?”

You run your hands all over his chest, rolling on top of him. “No, you didn’t. You know, uh... Like, when you have sex, you’re not just doing it with your body. It’s all connected: your heart, your brain, your body. And...”

Spencer lets you talk, caressing your back and your arms to comfort you. It’s not the first time you cry in the middle of sex, and he knows that those tears are not related to pain or any other negative emotion. However, it’s first time you cry after sex.

And he’s terrified he might have hurt you.

“The peak of arousal lights up the whole brain and my emotions are amplified. I’m just.. uh.” – you blush, looking back up at him – “Tears are our body’s way of release. And my body is just releasing happiness, joy and pleasure. You know?”

Spencer raises his brows, surprised. “You’re crying because you’ve had an incredible orgasm and you’re filled with positive emotions?”

“Well, that’s what I said. So, yes.”

He stays silent, his hands still caressing your warm skin.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not. Why would you think that?” – Spencer asks, a smile spreads over his lips – “I just made you orgasm and cry. That’s an interesting achievement.”

“My body is telling you that I’m emotionally and sexually satisfied.” you mumble

Your boyfriend chuckles, giving you a kiss on the lips. “You’re welcome, doll.”

“Sorry for scaring you. I’ve never cried during sex before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.” – you whisper, nudging your nose against his cheek – “You were perfect tonight, you did so good.”

Spencer smiles softly at your words, making sure you’re settled. “The mirror helped my imagination.”

You’re not crying anymore, now you’re just laughing. Your body has taken control of itself and you feel much better than before, even though the sensations running through you, are still intense.

Sex can be so complicated and confusing.

Luckily you know yourself quite good by now.

“I think the mirror will be our best friend from now on.”

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