#like ik my body needs the rest and needs the sleep bc i barely slept over the weekend + monday night + tuesday night but. girl thats extreme

[possum-tooth]

took a nap bc my body isnt used to cold medicine and had an epic gay sex dream

[marswasnothere]

Mars I am a pathetic mess of a person rn this cold wants to murder me in cold blood. I barely slept through the night bc it turns out that the body is incapable of sneezing whilst sleeping, who would’ve thunk it

Do you have anything more about Max speaking Dutch to induce pupspace? I really like the idea but I think if I let my two brain cells touch to think about it this headache will get worse. Np if not, just really like the universes you’ve come up with - 🧚🏻

Something something Daniel just retired and gone back to the Perth farm and Max is there also because yes

Daniel's been dealing with the grief of a midseason swap and getting dropped from his lifelong dream without knowing it was his final goodbye, and hes just been doing farming stuff, staying quiet online, pushing that sadness down, bottling it up to cry it out at a later date, which he keeps pushing back and back in favour of entertaining himself. One thing he could be doing to make himself feel better is his pupspace, but hes avoiding it. Doesn't do it when he's alone, keeps his pup stuff in boxes, even when Max is over and tries to initate some play, he just says "nah not tonight :)" but later never comes.

Max decides one day to take out his collar and leash and talk in dutch for the evening, after Daniel has done literally everything he needs to do around the farm and is trying to find something else to busy himself with so he doesn't crawl on back to his phone.

"Daniel, wil je wat drinken?"

Daniels brain goes blank for a second. It sounds english enough but its not it but is it but its not- oh its just dutch. He can make an educated guess and responds back to Max in english.

"Je moet jezelf laten ontspannen, puppy," Max says as he comes back with a glass of juice.

Daniel tells Max he doesn't want to do that tonight, but there's something tingling in the back of his mind when he can quite grasp what Max is saying, so he cuts himself off mid sentence and snuggles into his blanket.

"Jij blijft hier, ik moet met de ingenieurs praten. Wist je dat het in Engeland 12.00 uur is?" Max says, pulling his laptop out and sitting on the sofa next to Daniel, resting his hand on where Daniel's thigh probably is.

He's catching a few familiar words, the rest is stuffed he never asked Max to teach him. He hums instead of responding anything. Max starts typing.

He's starting to slip.

Max is doing this very, very intentionally. Making Daniel hear him like how any dog would, just the key words, the commands, the praises. He's slipping, he shouldn't want to, he told himself he wouldn't but here he is, with the urge to woof tickling his throat.

"Als je een brave pup bent, krijg je een traktatie."

He glances up at Max, then at the collar and leash he has on the other side of the sofa.

"Een treat, Daniel."

He perks up at that. He doesn't mean to, but he does.

"Ja, dat zou je wel willen, natuurlijk?"

Daniel nods. He must have the most pathetic expression on his face right now, bundled up under a blanket, all red and blushy, eyebags more prominent than ever. He feels like he's an elderly dog two weeks away from euthenasia rather than a puppy that Max wants him to be.

"Wilt u uw hals- collar, omdoen?"

He whines. Crawls over to Max. Who puts his laptop down. Puts collar on him. Dark blue. Click leash on. Pets head. Hold face. Hold cheeks. Kiss nose. Kiss tears. Cry- crying? Max kisses crying. Max hugs. Holds. Holds. Holds. Warm. Nice. Cry. Holds. Warm. Holds.

[yourmidnightlover]

holding hands

never stop loving me part 2 :)

summary - after reader and spencer make it home safe and almost sound, spencer decides to show her just how much he loves her touch.

tw - smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (yea, ik i do this a lot), teasing?, fingering, oral (female receiving), soft dom!spencer, fluff

wc - 2,671

a/n - you could totally read this as a stand alone piece, just know that spencer is kinda in the doghouse rn bc he said mean things to reader abt her being all touchy and annoying (even tho she isn’t). happy reading 😌

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spencer had said he was going to make it up to you.

did he know how yet? not really. would he figure out how? absolutely.

you had been rather distant after you had solved the case and on the plane ride back home. you still sat beside him, but you didn't make any move to touch him or lay your head on him as you normally would. maybe it was because you just didn't feel like it, but spencer knew better than to think that.

"do you want to order takeout tonight?" you turned towards him to ask the question.

"yea, of course we can," he agreed, his arm reaching around your body to pull you closer to him. he felt you stiffen under his touch. "are you alright?" it was his turn to look at you, you nodded up at him.

"i'm alright," you clarified, giving him a tight-lipped smile that wasn't very convincing. eventually, you settled into his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder and succumbing to the sleep you needed.

when you woke up, it was to spencer swatting away morgan's hand while shushing him.

"morgan, she needs her rest in order to heal properly!" he whisper-yelled while trying to move morgan's hand away but failing. "don't touch her, only i can!" he clarified, morgan threw his hands up in defense as he turned to sit back down.

"y'know you get more protective than i thought you would be," morgan shrugged with a chuckle.

"what's that mean?" spencer argued defensively.

"it means that princess there is well taken care of. you just don't seem like the possessive type of guy," he reiterated as he pulled out his headphones.

"i'm not being possessive," he defended himself. "i'm being a good boyfriend by not letting you wake her up just so you can ask her a ridiculous question," spencer looked down at you in your peaceful sleeping position.

you hadn't slept well in the hospital. spencer knew this because each time he went to sleep you were awake, and you would be awake when he woke back up. the night before you were in the hospital he heard you cry yourself to sleep and you woke up before him. so, in his mind, you needed as much rest as possible if you wanted to heal properly.

that, and he wanted to feel you cuddled against him as you slept for the first time in a week.

"i think it's more than that, genius," the bald man scoffed.

"what do you think it is?" spencer sassed.

"well, i think it has something to do with the fact that you and pretty girl there," he nodded towards you, "were in a fight and you missed her."

spencer sighed, "is it that obvious?" he used his free hand to move a piece of hair from your face, his hand lingering there for a second longer.

"look, kid, i may or may not have heard what happened thanks to a little someone. you should let her know how much she means to you, alright? she's probably feeling like you're doubting your relationship because of her, so make sure she knows that she's it for you," he advised his curly-headed friend.

"she's not 'it' for me, derek," spencer sighed once more. "she's my everything."

you stirred in your 'sleep' to alert them of your presence, slowly sitting up in an attempt to not hurt yourself.

"hey, princess," spencer whispered, moving that same annoying strand of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"mmm... hi," you stretched your arms over spencer so you wouldn't hit him. "how long until we land?"

"about half an hour," he informed you, whispering as the other team members slept. "if you'd like to go back to sleep i'll wake you up before we land."

"i'm alright, thank you," you smiled.

you could be mad at him while being a nice person. you just didn't know if you were ready to get over what he had said to you.

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you had gone straight home after landing, permittable by hotch who saw how tired the two of you were.

both of you were laying together on the couch, you slightly on top of spencer because of your still bruised rib that slightly hurt, he angled his head down and started kissing your neck softly. your breathing got heavier, your breaths being few and far between as your hands reached back to grasp spencer's curls.

"spence?" you asked, more like whispered. he continued his actions, the only thing that signified he actually heard you being a small hum against your skin. "i-i... can we...?" you trailed off, not sure how to ask for what you wanted.

"can we what, princess?" he asked his hands reaching around to the front of your body, lightly ghosting over your bare legs.

"you know what, spencer," you huffed in annoyance as you rolled your eyes. he squeezed your thigh firm enough to know he had done it, but gentle enough to know it wouldn't leave any marks that were too bad.

"and you know better than to roll your eyes at me," he whispered in your ear, nipping gently at your lobe. "now... tell me exactly what you want."

"i want whatever you'll give me," you turned your face towards him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes before adding, "please?" you pursed your bottom lip into a pouty position.

that was apparently the magic word because as soon as they had left your mouth, you could have sworn you heard spencer growl in your ear before continuing to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving his marks all over your body. you felt his erection twitch in his pants as you whimpered from the touch of his lips on you which spurred you to grind your ass against his hips. he grabbed your hips to still their movement before sitting up with you, slowly as to make sure he didn't hurt your ribs.

"can you walk to the room by yourself?" he asked in his normal, sweet, non-dominating spencer voice, to which you nodded your head yes as you began to walk where he had asked.

you knelt by the door naked in wait for him, hoping he'd give you something to take your mind off of your injury. when he walked in, he could've sworn he felt his heart grow with even more love for you, something he thought was already impossible.

"princess, why're you on the floor?" he questioned, kneeling down to get eye level with you.

"why isn't your dick in my mouth?" you countered, a smirk growing on your face.

"i was gonna be nice tonight since you're not well so i wouldn't push it, doll," he gave you a stern look that told you to watch it. "i still have some making up to do, i believe?" your smile returned even brighter than before as he helped you back to your feet and into the bed.

once you were comfortable, he was practically worshipping your body with each kiss and hum against your body.

"i can't imagine never touching you again, y/n," he made his way down to your chest, his lips wrapping around your nipple. he gently tugged on it with his teeth before releasing it and doing the same to the other one.

"these tits," he sucked a hickey onto one of them before moving to the other.

"this stomach," he kissed all over your torso, being extremely careful of your bruises as your hands around through his locks once more.

"love the way it feels when i lay on it," he made his way down to your thighs, loving the way you squirmed underneath his touch. he hovered right over the place you wanted most and gently bit down on your thigh, your hips bucking upward subtly from the shock.

"god, these thighs," he huffed as he squeezed them once more. "love the feeling of them wrapping around my head when i'm between them."

"then how about you get between them, then?" you sighed sarcastically, your neediness getting the better of you

"so very impatient," he mocked before pressing one final kiss to your inner thigh. "but what the princess wants, the princess gets. for now, at least."

he licked a thick stripe up your slit, tantalizingly slow just to hear the whimpers that left your lips from the feeling. your hands flew to his hair, gripping it tight as he continued to lap at your pussy.

"so good, sir," you moaned out. "please don't stop. don't stop!" you cried as his lips wrapped around your clit. "uh- right there! yes!" you shouted as your thighs strained to remain still. "yes! oh fuck, yes!" you yelled as the high hit you like a train, his hands grasped your hips so they would stay in place, working you through that euphoria. "oh, thank you, thank you so much..." you trailed off, running your hands through his hair once more as he began making his way up your body, peppering kisses all around you.

"mmm, you did so good for me, y/n," he praised before connecting your lips to his in a passionate kiss. you whimpered into his mouth greedily. "someone's eager, yea princess?" he chuckled. you nodded your head as you bit your lip. "what do you want? i need you to tell me," he whispered, his hands trailing down your body once more and connecting with your sensitive center.

"pl-please," you whined, your hips bucking into his hand. "you, i want you," you informed him as if he hadn't already known.

"you have me now," he chuckled.

"no, no. i want you inside me," you pouted, your hands pulling the hair at the nape of his neck for punctuation.

"you want me inside you?" he asked as he pushed his fingers inside you, your mouth widening to form an 'o' from the surprise. "there, i'm inside you," he teased once more as he began thrusting his fingers in and out. you held onto his arm, a way to ground yourself so you could stil talk without sounding like a baby.

"your- i want your... shit... your dick. i want your dick inside me, please," you practically begged as his fingers began curling inside of you in that perfect spot.

"ohh, is that what you meant?" he asked like a smart ass, you couldn't find it in you to be a brat about it, so you just nodded your head as he worked you through your second orgasm of the night.

"yes! ohhh, fuck, yes," your hips rutted up against his hand from the pleasure. "please, please," you asked once more. "can you please just fuck me now? i want your cock..."

"aww, of course, princess," he said with a bright smile.

he got up from the bed only to remove himself of his remaining clothes before adjusting himself, lining his dick up with your center. he ran his dick through your already wet folds before slowly pushing himself inside of you, knowing you'd still need to adjust to his length.

"so beautiful, y/n," he grasped your hands, interlacing your fingers with his as he began to push himself inside you once more.

it might've been the feeling of being in submission for him, but you felt overcome with emotions. the intimacy of the moment you were sharing was more than just the sex you normally had. it was beautiful. the way he looked at you with awe each time he thrust himself back inside of you. the way you held onto his hands tightly in order to tell yourself that it was real... that he was real.

"god, i love you," he groaned as he kissed you fervently, his pace still set relatively slower than usual. "so much, y/n."

"i love- i love you," you moaned, removing your hands from his only so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to yours. "spence, spence i'm so close," you whined in his ear, which only egged him on.

"i've got you, y/n," he pulled back to look at you as you came on his dick. "let go. let go for me," he moved a piece of hair from your face once more as your mouth flew open in pure bliss. your nails dug into his back as your pussy clenched around him, bringing upon his own orgasm, spurts of his releasing covering your walls. "fuck, y/n," he groaned, burying his neck into your shoulder before you pulled it out, wanting to observe him in such a vulnerable state.

"i love you," you whispered, only him able to hear it.

"i love you," he whispered back, pressing your foreheads together as he caught his breath.

when he managed to pull out, he found a new pair of underwear and pulled them on before going to grab you a fresh pair of his clothes to wear to sleep - you liked that they smelled like him, it helped you sleep better.

"where're you goin'?" you whined from the bed, trying to sit up abruptly but only finding a shooting pain going through your abdomen.

"shhh," he whispered, rushing to the side of the bed to guide you back to laying down. his hands found your shoulders and right before he was going to release them, you grabbed his hands.

"are you leaving me again?" you asked pitifully, tears welling in your eyes.

"no, sweetheart," he furrowed his brows. "i'm never going to leave you," he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"i know... i know i can be annoying like you said and i'm working on it," you looked down at your hands, which were now in your lap. "just please be patient?"

"you don't need to work on anything," he wiped the tears from your cheeks. "i never should have said those things to you, whether or not i was upset. i'm so sorry i made you doubt yourself," you found yourself wiping his own tears away. "now let's get you into the bathroom, okay?" you nodded as he helped you get up, guiding you to the bathroom to relieve yourself.

while you were doing your business, he went and got you that change of clothes you needed and brought them to you once you were done. he used a damp, warm washcloth to clean up between your legs and made sure to wash your face for you. he helped you get changed, letting you use him as a balancing bar, and then directed you back to the bed. he rest his head on his pillow, looking over and seeing you still on your side of the bed, not curling up into him as you usually do.

"y/n," he whispered. "i know you're probably still mad at me, which is totally fine because just because we had sex doesn't mean i'm done making it up to you. but... it's kind of harder to sleep without you cuddling with me than i thought. so if you're alright with it can we just..." he trailed off.

"spence?" you asked with a giggle.

"hmm?"

"i'm not supposed to sleep on my stomach or side," you held back a laugh, knowing it would hurt. "i mean, i'm glad we're on the same page about you still making it up to me, but it's kinda doctor's orders that i don't sleep like that."

"oh..." he bit his lip, trying to keep himself from feeling too embarrassed. "right. can we hold hands while we sleep then?" he asked, acting as if he had found a loophole.

"now who's touchy?" you joked, hurting your stomach from the laughter but finding that it was worth it.

"ha-ha," he mocked. "very funny, y/n," he groaned.

"yes, darling," you joked once more. "of course we can hold hands while we sleep."

and you did.

and for the first night in a week, you slept peacefully.

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[haikyuuhoo]

comethru

Pairing: Bokuto x F!Reader

Summary: In which you’ve been going through a rough time, and Bokuto comes through when you need him.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Very sappy self-indulgent writing, angst, one (1) Shrek reference (I’m so sorry), Bokuto might be ooc (hopefully not in a bad way)? Idk if I’m great at writing him bc it’s very soft and ik that’s not usually his personality, I just like the idea of soft Bo...

A/N: Oops another songfic (welcome to my blog, it’s going to be a common theme). This one is based on the song comethru by Jeremy Zucker. I didn’t plan for this to be a songfic, but it just fit really well with what I wanted to write, and also I love this song and it makes me cry. I bolded the lyrics I included :) I hope that this might make at least one person feel a little better if you’re having a rough time, I want you to know that you’ve got this <3

“Hey, Bo,” you said, giving him a weak smile as you answered the door.

He looked different than he normally did, but so did you. His broad shoulders drooped sleepily and his hair fell in front of his eyes instead of being gelled up like usual, but what else could you expect at 2 am? He still had his signature grin on his face, and his presence enveloped you in a relaxed atmosphere.

“Hey,” he hummed, and you could hear that his voice was thick with sleep. It made you feel a bit guilty—you had woken him up, something you feared might happen when you had debated whether to text him or deal with this on your own. The grin quickly fell from his face as he took you in. Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, your shoulders were slumped and the dark circles beneath your eyes gave away the fact that you’d barely slept in days. “What’s wrong?”

You stared at him for a few moments, chest aching as you tried to find the words to say. “Everything,” you finally whispered, and as soon as the word left your lips, he was pulling you into a hug before the first sob could escape you. Tears began to roll down your cheeks, wetting his shirt as you clung to him.

“Let’s walk,” he suggested quietly, knowing that was one of the things you liked to do to clear your head. You nodded, and when you began to pull away, he gently grasped your wrist. You looked up at him, cheeks wet with tears, and he reached up to wipe them away. He held out a sweatshirt to you that you hadn’t even noticed him holding, and your heart jumped when you took it. It was his favorite sweatshirt, one he’d only let you wear once out of fear you’d never return it to him, and he’d only relented after what felt like an hour of begging and promising him that you would give it back, as much as you didn’t want to.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you pulled it on, and he smiled down at you before taking your hand in his. You let the door close behind the two of you and you began to walk through your neighborhood. You kept your head down, watching your feet, while Bokuto kept his up, looking at the stars. His thumb rubbed over your knuckles, his other hand stuffed into his pocket. After you’d walked a few blocks or so he looked down at you and pursed his lips when he noticed your gaze was fixed on your shoes. He gave you a gentle nudge with his elbow.

“Hey,” he whispered, “the stars are really pretty tonight, don’t you think?” Your gaze lifted to the sky only for a moment before you nodded, looking back down at the cracks in the pavement. He frowned. “It’s gonna be okay. I’m here. I’ll always be here when you need me.”

Before you knew it, you were crying again, causing Bokuto’s eyes to widen in panic. He stopped walking, pulling you to him and hugging you tight to his chest. 

“You’re shaking,” he said quietly, causing you to sniffle.

“I’m s-sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You hiccupped and wrapped your arms around him. “These last few weeks have been exhausting.”

Frowning, he leaned his cheek against the top of your head. “I know,” he whispered, rubbing slow circles on your back. He knew you were going through a lot, and he was glad he could be here for you when you needed him. It made his heart soar to know he was the one you wanted with you, but it also hurt to see you feeling so broken. “But everything is going to be okay. It’s alright to not be fine on your own. I’ll always come when you need me.”

You two stayed like that for a while, you pressed against his chest, his cheek nuzzled into your hair and his promise hanging in the air like his breath that he watched fog up in front of him under the soft glow of a street lamp that buzzed over your heads. You looked up at him when you began to shiver from the cold, and he was sure it was the moonlight that was making your wet cheeks sparkle. “C-Can we go back now?” you asked meekly.

He nodded, unwrapping his arms from you and then taking your hand again. “You’re cold,” he observed, and you made a quiet noise of agreement. He pulled you closer, taking your clasped hands and putting them in the pocket of his sweats as the two of you retreated to your house. Blushing, you tucked your other hand away in the pocket of his hoodie that was far too big on you and walked beside him in a comfortable silence. When you finally reached your door you squeezed his hand, looking up at him pleadingly. “Stay with me,” you whispered, “please.”

Your heart fluttered at the gentle smile he gave you. “’M not going anywhere.” He squeezed your hand in return and let you lead him inside. The two of you removed your shoes, and then he was lifting you up before you could realize it was happening. He let you rest your head on his shoulder and wrap your arms and legs around his broad frame as he carried to your room. He kicked the door shut behind him and then set you on your bed before squatting down and taking your hands in his. “Did you drink enough water today? Do you need to take a shower?” he asked, golden eyes boring into yours in a way that made you feel both incredibly safe and vulnerable at the same time. Maybe it was okay to be both, as long as it was with him. “Tell me what you need to make you feel better.”

You blushed again, and this time there was no hiding the pink in your cheeks, no cold night air to blame it on. “Just need you, Bo,” you whispered. “Jus’ wanna cuddle. Wanna sleep.”

He nodded and gave you a sleepy smile. You didn’t need to ask him twice. He moved slowly and removed the hoodie he was wearing before laying down with you. He ran warm, and he knew you liked to be able to warm your hands up against his skin when the two of you cuddled. You immediately snuggled up to him, fingers sneaking beneath his shirt to allow your palms to press against his back, and he draped an arm across you which provided a comforting weight and helped you relax. “Everything will be okay,” he repeated as he started slowly carding his fingers through your hair. “I’ll always come through when you need me.”

You let out a hum, and he could tell by the tone that it was a happy one. It made him smile.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he promised. “And in the morning, I’m makin’ waffles.”

You giggled, causing him to grin. Leave it to him to find somewhere to slip in a joke even in a situation like this.

“There she is,” he cooed, and you nuzzled your face into his chest shyly.

You slowly began to relax in his arms, feeling the tension in your body slowly fade away to make way for a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time.

He watched you, only allowing himself to close his eyes once he heard the change in your breathing that signaled you were finally slipping into the best sleep you’d had in weeks. Something about it relaxed him too, and he held you even closer as he fell asleep. Yeah, he would always come through when you needed him.