#long awaited reunions

[better-than-one]

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Come on, Hero, we don't have all day. You've got this.

[justcallme-ange]

What will a reunion between papa XD and Dream look like? Pardon me for I am utterly obsessed with them ueueueue

Hey, it just means I get to talk more about my boys!! Ask away ^^ It takes a long time, Dream is an adult by the time they meet again.

Dream was worried his papa wouldn't recognize him, or be mad that he disappeared, or disappointed it took him this long to reach the End.

Exdee actually needed a moment to recognize his boy, it had been so long since they'd been face to face, and Dream is no longer a child. He'd imagined this moment countless times throughout the years - but reality still took him by surprise.

He's tall, almost as tall as Exdee in his human form, with broad shoulders and sun-bleached hair. They look almost identical to each other, and yet the person standing before him is so different.

It's all good though, the moment the mask comes off, there's no doubt this is his little boy. He's a little scarred, and there are lines under his eyes but it's him. Exdee loved his son the moment he created him, rooted for him from afar, and continued to love him even worlds apart.

The Void God is just happy he can hold his son again.

[softiedingo]

ah yes the gods looked at the las vegas gp and saw that there was no 1-2 lestappen podium and then they looked at the qatar gp and said "hold my beer here real quick" and simply handed us a 1-2 lestappen podium + their prodigy son as a gift

[clairedaring]

Happy 1st Anniversary, I Feel You Linger In The Air! (August 18th, 2023 - November 3rd, 2023)

“I am heading towards the end of my life. Throughout the course of my life, I have learnt that the current of time always runs forward without any retreat. With the matter of time, I might already be your past, but, for me, you are my future. I'm still looking forward to seeing you at the same place, and I hope that someday we will get back and spend our lives together.”

[vertigoartgore]

2004's Madrox Vol.1 #1 (turning 20 today, feel old yet ?) cover by cover artist David Lloyd (V for Vendetta) and colorist Brian Reber.

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

Do you think it means anything that Bartolomeo burned shanks flag? Like that choice, means something? Is it foreshadowing for shanks death?

i think it's an indicator of how shallow barto's knowledge of luffy is. just about anyone who's managed to have a real conversation with luffy knows how important shanks is to him, but barto's at such a remove he can only see shanks as a rival, or an enemy. he admires luffy, but he doesn't understand him.

(something something idolization and dehumanization are two sides of the same coin, something something putting someone on a pedestal just puts them farther away from you, something something downsides of godhood, you get it.)

i don't think it tells us anything new about shanks, we've already seen his death flags.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1212: Coffee Chat with Geese (King of Fighters)

6:45 p.m. at Athena's Coffee Shop........

It was a slow, normal day in Athena's established coffee shop. The afternoon came by, the customers are at their seats, enjoying the various drinks they've ordered, Hinako happily hums as she places her recently baked batch of cookies inside a glass jar stand, and Rock is sitting in front of the counter talking to Shingo, awaiting for his friend's time to clock out for the rest of the day so they hang out more later.

It was a good day so far, despite it's normalcy-

'DOOR KICKED OPEN'

Malin: (Frantically Ran Inside the Coffe Stop) LOCK EVERY DOOR IN BUILDING AND HIDE LIKE HELL, PEOPLE! MOVE IT!!

Shingo/Rock: (Quickly Turns to the Source of the Sudden, Loud Ruckus Along with Everypne Else in the Room) Malin?

Hinako: (Starts Getting Worried) What's going on, dear? (Notices How Exhausted Malin is Getting) Did you ran your way to get here?

Malin: (Starts Panting a Bit) Yeah....I.....really had to.....Hightailed my ass.....over here.....The MOMENT i saw that black limousine!.....(Whips the Sweat Off her Forehead) ('Whew')

Hinako: Limousine?

Rock and Shingo look at each other after hearing that piece of information, for a brief second before turning back to Malin.

Rock: Did you catch a glimpse of who was inside?

Shingo: And was there anyone else in there with him by any chance?

Malin: Yeah! There were two guys in there. One was the bodyguard and the other-

'Door Push Open'

?????: Ah.

Everyone in the room now turn their attention to a man in a suit, rocking a read and white stripe bandana wrapped on top of his head, and carrying a red pole walking and looking around inside of the establishment.

?????: So this is the famous coffee shop that twat of a pop star owns....Not as loud and obnoxious looking as I thought it would be, I'll give 'em that.

Shingo: (Instantly Recognizes the Man Walking In) Billy Kane? But if he's here and then- (Notices The Silent, Harden Look in Rock's Eyes Before Coming to the Chilling Realization) Oh no..........

?????: ('Hmph')

Another man in a business suit walks inside the shop as well, with a face that everyone instantly recognized. The infamous crimelord of Southtown and the man that was absent from Rock's life since he was a child, Geese Howard.

Geese: I prefer a more sophisticated establishment, but I suppose this will do for now.

Billy: (Bows hid Head Down in Agreement) As you wish, sir.

Malin: (Grimaces in Fear) There's goes the lockdown plan.......

Hinako: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock) What possess that man to come to a place like this?

Rock: (Glaring at His Own Father) He came here for me.

Shingo: (Quickly Tries to Ease the Tension) O-Or! He's....probably here try out one of our....Finest selection of coffee! (Chuckles Awkwardly) Given our very....VERY good review scores we've gotten so far. I mean, that's probably and mostly because it has Athena''s name on it, but-

Geese: (Turns his Long Lost Son With a Welcoming Yet Evil Looking Smile on his Face) Ah, Rock, my boy! I knew I would find you here eventually. Come. (Pulls Out a Chair For Him) Take a seat. We have so much to discuss and catch up on.

Shingo: (Grimacing in Fear) ..........I hate being wrong sometimes

Geese: (Looks Around the Room Filled With Intimidated Customers and Employees) As for everyone else still present, we do hope you enjoyed your time here thus far. (Puts on a Stone Cold Look on his Face) Now, leave our presence.

The customers immediately abides to crimelord's demand as Billy holds the door wide open for them quickly leaving the premise.

Billy: Yeah, you heard the boss! Get outta here! All of ya! Hop to it! You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!

Customer: (Starts Singing) I knooow, who I'M-

Billy: (Angrily Uses his Pole to Shove the Singing Customer Out of the Room) OUT! ('Groans in Annoyance') Damn tourist......

Geese: (Softens his Look a Bit) No need to waste your anger on that fool, Billy. The song is catchy in its own right. (Turns to the Coffee Trio) Are you three the workers of this establishment?

Hinako: (Smiles Very Nervously) Y-Yes, but-

Malin: (Grins Very Awkwardly as She Points Back at the Door in the Other Side of the Room) We have some unfinished work that needs to be done in the back!

Hinako: (Quickly Nodded in Agreement) T-That's right! If you'll excuse us! (Turns to Shingo Along with Malin) Shingo-Kun?

Shingo: (Sighs While Standing Still) You guys go on ahead without me. No way I'm leaving Rock alone with that guy, father or not. Plus, someone gotta serve him coffee and I'm more than willing to step up to the plate. ('Gulps') And hopefully stay alive after this.......

Hinako: (Eyes Starts Sparking and Tearing Up Along with Malin) ('Sniff') You brave soul!~

Malin: We'll never forget your sacrifice!~ ('Sniff') GODSPEED, SHINGO!

Hinako: (Carries Malin Up in her Arms as She Quickly Makes Their Way to the Back Room) WE LOVE YOU!~

Shingo: (Tearfullly Waves Goodbye to his Co-workers/Friends) I LOVE YOU GUYS TOO!~

Billy: OI!

Shingo's body immediately starts tense up by Billy's booming voice.

Billy: Are you that Kusanagi brat's disciple?

Shingo: (Claps his Own Face Three Times and Clears his Throat Before Turning Back and Facing Billy With a Slightly More Calmer Look on his Face) I used to be. What of it?

Billy: (Casually Shrugs as He Walks Over to Shingo) Oh nothin' on the sorts. Just heard a few things about you is all. (Forms an Evil Smirk on his Face) Specifically how YOU were one responsible for roughin' up one of my men back at the warehouse.

Shingo: (Shivering a Bit in Fear While Trying his Hardest Not to Lose his Posture) Y-Yeah, well......(Glares at Billy While Mustering Up Every Bit of Courage He Has Inside of Him) S-So what? They're the ones who lured Rock and the others there to begin with. And I'll beat 'em up again if you and your goons even THINK about harming my friends agai-

Before Shingo could finish his sentence, Billy place the tip of his red pole right onto his cheek, shutting him up instantly.

Billy: Making a direct threat to me and the boys, right in front of my face.....That takes guts.(Forms an Impressed Smirk on his Face) ('Heh') I think we're gonna get along just fine, mate.

Rock: (Angrily Yeah at Billy) You get the hell away from Shingo right now, Billy Kane, or SO HELP ME-

Geese: Enough, Billy. Quit messing around with the employee and let him make our coffee. (Sits Himself Down on One Side of the Circular Table) We're wasting enough time as it is.

Billy: (Immediately Bows Down to Geese) Yes, sir! Apologies in advance. (Turns Back to Shingo) You heard the boss, mate. (Pokes Shingo's Cheek with the Tip of his Pole) Move it already!

Shingo: Alright, alright! I'm going!

Geese watches Shingo walking over to the counter as Billy follows behind him before letting out a small sigh and turning back his biological offspring.

Geese: Now, where were we?

Rock: (Sighs While Sitting Down on the Opposite Side of his and Geese's Table) Let's just get this over with.

Geese: I take it that boy over there is a friend of yours?

Rock: Yeah. My best friend to exact. Seriously, I will HURT your bodyguard if he tries anything with him over there.

Geese: Calm down. Billy knows better than to disobey any orders I give him. Your friend will be unharmed.

Rock: (Hardens his Glare onto Geese) He better be.

Geese: You've really been holding a grudge on me these days, haven't you?

Rock: Well, you practically ignored me and mom since I was child and never bothered to visit her in her death bed and her funeral. So yeah. Still not letting any of that go just yet.

Geese: ('Sigh') I see. If it makes you feel slightly better, I did help your uncle pay for funeral expenses.

Rock: Neat. Why didn't come and visit then?

Geese: I was busy that day.

Rock: OF COURSE YOU- (Stops Himself From Yelling Before Taking a Very Deep Breath) Why do you even wanna see me in the first place? Besides giving me more of a migraine.

Geese: I just wanted to see how you are doing these days. Especially now that you're- ('Sighs Heavily') OFFICALLY Bogard's adapted son.

Rock: (Forms a Small Smirk on his Face) What? You jealous of him or something?

Geese: (Turns Away While Crossing his Arms Together, Unamused) ('Tch') Please. You're sorely mistaken if I hold any jealousy towards that imbecile of a man. That being said, I do wonder how he's been doing these days........

Rock: He's in Smash Town. Still taking part of that Smash Tournament or what have you.

Geese: ('Sigh') Ahh Smash Bros.....The one tournament that dares toys with my time and patience.

Rock: Wait. (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) You were invited to that tournament at one point?

Geese: Yes. Or at least I thought I was. I standing in my balcony until I noticed one of their invitation envelopes flew by. I tried to catch it, but with no pervil and.only to end up falling five stories off the building.

Rock: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Horror) Oh God. That's terrible.

Geese: (Shrugs) Mm. I had worst falls. (Forms a Small Coxky Smirk) None of them were enough to put me down that easily. My ambitions and willpower always came in clutch every time.

Rock: (Gives Geese a Deadpinned Look) Pretty sure it's dumb luck saving you constantly.......

Rock then sees Billy walking over to his and Geese's table and gives his boss the hot beverage he ordered in a cup.

Billy: Your coffee, sir.

Geese: (Simply Nodded to his Most Loyal Right Hand Man) Thank you.

Billy bows to his boss before walking back to the counter. Geese then takes a Sip of his freshly made coffee, savoring the taste for a brief second before nodding in approval.

Geese: Hm. I'll be damned. This might be the best cup of coffee I've tasted in a long time.

Rock: (Forms a Proud Smile on his Face) I know, right? It keep tasting better and better the more Shingo makes them. He's a natural at this. (Went Back to Glaring at his Father) And no. You're not gonna make him your personal coffee boy under my watch.

Geese: And why exactly not? He could benefit our organization greatly with his talents.

Rock: Well, one, he has family and friends to come home to, and two, we don't want his innocence to get tainted by your twisted bullshit. (Hardens his Glare a Bit) And unless you want me to speed dial Terry here to humble you and your sidekick once again, I suggest you drop the idea entirely.

Geese: ('Scoffs') I wouldn't lose to that toothless mutt that easily. ('Sighs in a Bit Of Defeat') But I'll pretend that piece of conversation never happens. Happy?

Rock: Very.

'A Bit of Silence'

Geese: You're really enjoying the new life given to you so far, haven't you?

Rock: (Simply Nodded) Yeah. I have. It's not perfect by any means, but I still love it all the same. I love the people that's been a part of it for a while now. ('Clicks Teeth') And hate to be that guy, but I can say with pure certainty they're more of a family to me than you'll ever be.

Geese: ('Heh') Is that right? Good for you I suppo-

Geese suddenly felt something buzzing as he takes his phone out of pqlants pocket before sighing at the message that was given to him just recently.

Geese: Always has to be something with these people.......

Rock: Business calls?

Geese: Unfortunately. The higher ups are hosting yet another business meeting held back at HQ in the next hour or so. So I'm afraid we'll have to cut our conversation short for now. But before I go, there's one more thing I need to discuss with you. It involves that power of yours.

Rock: ('Sigh') And here we go......

Geese: Listen, I don't mind you being the young man you are now. After everything you and your mother been through, you have every right to follow and obliged by the path you forged for yourself. But you are still a Howard in blood at the end of day. You can't keep holding back the power you bear within you forever, you know?

Rock: Yeah. It only does more harm than good to own body and mental state I keep this up.

Geese: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Exactly.

Rock: But......

Geese: Hm?

Rock: (Looks Down at the Table With a More Somber Look) What if it change me for the worst? To someone......I can't recognize anymore?

Geese: That could happen. Or you could be more stronger than you originally were beforehand. The possibilities are endless despite how uncertain the future is. But I'm sure you'll figure something along the way. You are my son after all.

Rock: True. And you're my father in blood. (Forms a Smirk on his Face) But you're definitely not close to being a dad at heart.

Geese: (Stares at Rock For a Brief Second Before Smirking Back) ('Heh') Whatever keeps you satisfied in the long run. (Gets Up From his Seat as He Picks Up his Cup of Coffee From the Table) I'll have high hopes for you for the time being, Rock. Until the next time we meet. Billy! It's we part from this establishment. (Finally Makes his Leave) Our next meeting will start soon.

Billy: (Bows to Geese) Coming right away, sir! (Turns to Shingo with a More Friendier Smile) And that's my cue to leave. Sorry we has to cut our chat short, mate.

Shingo: (Smiles Back at Billy) It's alright. I'm just glad we had the chance to get along in the first place. (Sticks his Hand Out in Front of Billy)

Billy: (Gives Shingo a Handshake) Likewise. You and your friend there be safe out there in the streets and have a good rest of the day. (Finally Makes his Leave as Well)

Shingo: (Happily Waves Goodbye to a Unexpectedly New Friend) You too, Billy-san! Good luck on your meeting!

Billy gives Shingo a farewell salute before following Geese out the door.

'Door Opens and Closes'

Rock: (Walks Over to Shingo) You and Billy are friends now?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) I think so, yeah. He's pretty cool to talk to once you get to know him a little bit. How did your talk with Geese go?

Rock: Surprisingly decent all things considered. It made me hate him less now.

Shingo: Seriously?

Rock: Yeah. (Makes a Tiny Bit Hand Gesture While Having a Small Grin on his Face) Only a little bit though.

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly) Well, nice to see it got you in you're in a better mood at least. I can tell how much it frustrates you get every time you think about him.

Rock: (Shrugs) Yeah, but it's nothing I can't brush over. (Smiles Softly) Especially now that I'm in a much better place in my life than I've ever been-

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly) With us!

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah. With us. (Takes his Phone Out From his Pants Pocket, Only to be Greeted by Twenty-Six Missed Calls and Thirty Text Unread Text Messages) Yeesh......We should probably head back to my place before everyone has even more if a panic attack.

Shingo: Wayyy ahead of you. (Clocks Himself in For the Day Before Opening the Back Door as He Calls Out to his Two Lady Friends/Co-workers) Hey, guys! The coast is clear now! And I'm heading home woth Rock for the day! (Leaves the Back Door Open as Follows Rock Out of the Shop)

Hinako: (Inside The Back Room) Thank you!~ We hope you two have a good rest of the evening!

Malin: (Munching on Something While In the Same Room with Hinako) Yeah! ('Crunch Munch') See you guys later! ('Crunch') Mmm~

Hinako: Malin! Those cookies are for the customers only!

Malin: Hey, not my fault they taste heavenly. You're a real talented cook, you know that?~

Hinako: (Giggles Softly) I tried my best~ I'll be more than happy make you a batch back home if you behave and help me tidy up the place.

Malin: Deal!

Happy Late Birthday, Rock Howard!!

@thelexhex

@tampire

@helsic

@albion-93

[rahleeyah]

@morethanwords229 if I ever find the person responsible for filming that season in this style I'm going to beat them to death with my shoe

[bietrofastimoff23]

Lately I've been thinking a lot about how Aegon won't have the opportunity to bid farewell to his brothers, sister-wife, son. and the funeral of Jaehaerys will be the first and last for him, not because others will be saved, but because the bodies of most of them will not be found.

[better-than-one]

I heard that Vah Medoh had stopped causing trouble... should I assume Vah Ruta is the same?

Yes.

That's... good to hear. The Divine Beasts suddenly attacking people... it was worrying. To say the least.

Imagine what it was like to be stuck on the Divine Beasts while they were doing that.

I'd rather not.

[breadandbees]

psa: chapter 19 is 12k in

[khioneee]

tap out.

simon doesn’t expect anyone to tap him out. a ritual where loved ones step forward to release a soldier from duty, creating a chance to reconnect.

based on this.

simon stands in formation, a soldier among countless others, each bound by discipline, each carrying their own story beneath a stoic exterior.

in the unyielding line, he’s silent, gaze fixed forward, while around him, families reunite: sons embraced by tearful mothers, women lifting their children into their arms, couples lost in long-awaited kisses. joy and relief fill the air, carried on quiet laughter and murmured words of love.

but simon is an orphan now.

there’s no one to step forward for him, no one to break his stance. he watches it all, standing alone, feeling like a stranger in this crowd of reunions, this world of connections he never belonged to.

over the years, the military has stripped him down, rebuilt him into something hardened and unbreakable. this new self is his armor, a wall between him and the life he left behind.

the tap-out tradition is a formality he’s only ever heard about, something he’s watched from a distance but never expected for himself.

he stands motionless as soldiers around him are tapped out by loved ones. he watches quietly, feeling a distant sense of satisfaction for them, grateful that they have that in their lives.

maybe soap would tap him out after he’d seen to his own family.

no matter how many times simon tried to keep him at arm’s length, he’d come to accept that soap wasn’t leaving him behind. coerced into the friendship or not, soap was a friend. until soap has been tapped out, there’s no one in simon’s life to come pick him out.

still, simon knew he was alone in ways he couldn’t change. or so he believes.

then he feels it—a subtle shift in the air, hesitant footsteps halting just in front of him, carrying a weight he doesn’t understand. his breath catches, but he doesn’t move. he’s trained to hold his position, but something in him almost falters as he senses a presence just inches away. slowly, he lets his gaze shift, barely, enough to catch a silhouette he thought he’d left behind a lifetime ago.

it’s you.

you. his childhood best friend. the love of his life.

you. the only person he thought of when he escaped his broken home. you. the guilt that wracked him when he ran, unable to say goodbye after the night he barely escaped after being beat nearly to death. you. the only reason he wanted to be alive, and the person he hadn’t been able to look back for.

—you. you. you.

and now here you are, standing before him, eyes wide with hope and uncertainty, tears gathering at the corners like unsaid words held back for too long.

he doesn’t understand, not fully. he thought he’d locked that door, left that part of him sealed away. and yet, here you are, holding everything he thought he’d left behind.

you hesitate, the weight of the years pressing down between you, unsure if you’re allowed to do this. if you can reach out to him after all this time, to be the one who taps him out.

he senses your uncertainty, feels it as if it’s his own, and in that moment, he lets a flicker of vulnerability break through—a slight furrow in his brow, a subtle nod. silent permission.

and you know, in that instant, it’s okay.

with a trembling hand, you reach forward, closing the distance. your hand hovers over his shoulder for a heartbeat, the air between you heavy with everything left unsaid.

then, gently, you tap him out. a simple touch, light and fleeting, yet it breaks something open in both of you.

in an instant, simon moves. his arms come around you, his grip unyielding as he pulls you close, lifting you off the ground. the soldier falls away, and he’s just simon again, holding you as if you’re the only real thing in a world that’s constantly shifting.

his head lowers, his face buried in your shoulder, and he breathes you in, lets the walls he’s held up for years fall away.

‘you’re here,’ he murmurs, voice rough, thick with emotion he can’t hide anymore.

his hand cradles the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, each touch soft, a silent promise. the weight of years and regret presses against him, but he holds you tighter, as if to make up for every moment he was gone.

you feel the warmth of his tears against your shoulder, silent and raw. he pulls you closer still, as if afraid to let go, his voice barely a whisper as he breathes, ‘i’m sorry, lovie. i’m so damn sorry. i’ll never leave you behind again. i promise.’

and in that moment, surrounded by echoes of lives left behind, he’s just simon again, the boy who belonged with you.

. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ an. i know the tap-out tradition isn’t common in the uk and is usually done at the airforce but oh well. read part 2 here.

[bunneechan-gaming]

"Don't worry, Chief. We'll return before you even realize."

"I know."

[mmmcheetos]

I HAVEN'T BEEN IN YOUR ASK BOX FOR MONTHS AND THAT IS A C R I M E.

Please forgive me and take comfort in the fact that I kept meaning to message but hyperfixated on new ocs with more lore and panicked about having to try infodump all that on you.

Anyways, how have you been? :D

🐉

HI AGAIN BESTIEEEE. dw i've also been meaning to message you (and catch up on your fic,,,and catch up on the other asks you've sent me,,,) but uni is not being kind to me! aside from general uni suffering i've been doing good !! how have YOU been???

[jacksonxellis]

starter for: @luckylewis / location: in between transition of beetlejuice to nightmare on elm street or after, whatever floats ur boat

Nightmare on Elm Street was a movie Jackson couldn't miss. It both terrified him and intrigued him. Being killed in a dream would be insane and a fear he had since he first watched the movie at the age ten. Walking out of the bathrooms, he looked up and saw a familiar face, "Yo, my man," He stepped towards Lucky, "How have you been?"

[burymagdalene]

Drip by Drip - S. Reid x Reader

In which the nine long days spent apart ends in a harmonious reunion of a needy shower spent together.

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader genre: plain smut. (18+ pls pls) I didn't even write 70k words of plot before like I usually do. tags: softdom!Spencer, shower sex, age gap (or could also not be...) pinv, a possessive vibe, fingering, handjob, making out, multiple things being very wet...playing with your tits, creampie, finger sucking, praise, & desperation! wc: 3.3k a/n: More of this. I had a lot of fun writing this even though I kind of felt really dirty to the point of religious guilt as a non-religious person so I hope you guys like it! <3

Your body finally relaxes after what feels like the longest day you’ve had all week once Spencer's shower stream washes over you.

Nine days. Nine brutally slow days of watching over Spencer’s apartment- or torturing yourself by being reminded of his belongings for over a week.

When he first left, you’d been naive. Spencer hasn’t been away for over a week since you’ve started dating. The first time he was gone for three days you felt like you were going to faint. You wish you still had those champagne problems as you’re washing yourself for the trillionth time alone in Spencer’s shower.

The past 24 hours have been especially hard. You were woken up at 5:00 am with Spencer calling you before he had to get ready in the hotel and go out to do whatever had taken up so  much of his time in Boise, Idaho. 

First, good news: He thinks there is a break in the case, and should be getting home later.

Second, great news: Spencer has conveniently woken up with a hard on that's throbbing helplessly against his stomach.

Which sounds like a heavenly wake-up call. But in the FBI he has to be adaptable to the quickest changes in plans.

Five minutes into purring into your side of the phone while touching yourself to Spencer’s groans, another charming individual begins to call Spencer as well. His boss.

So, tucking himself into the band of his underwear, Spencer leaves again. You could’ve finished yourself off, but self pity got the best of you as you drift off to sleep.

A painfully slow and hard day at work followed, rude people and small mishaps on your part that were blown out of proportion to make you feel worse. A crappy self made dinner that took longer to cook than to eat.

But in Spencer’s shower, you’re able to unwind, happy in knowing you can spend the end of a bad day in your lover's space. Regardless of if he’s here or not. Which is another problem, you haven’t heard from him since he was panting on the phone earlier– so it’s safe to say he probably will not be coming back today because of the rush in which he had to hang up earlier.

Over the water pattering against tiles, you do not hear the key jingle and door shut that signifies Spencer’s long-awaited return. Head down and eyes closed, most of your senses are just focused on trying to unwind.

Spencer, placing his bag down in the kitchen, can hear the shower going and immediately saunters over. Not having a plan, but just to show that he’s finally back. He can’t fathom being home right now without alerting you.

Slowly, as if not to scare you too badly, he probably will though, he slips in through the bathroom door, places his toiletry bag down on the sink.

You’re a bit unfocused, but not completely to the point of missing this. Out of your peripheral vision you see the slightest movement and your head whips to the side. Spencer. You could fucking melt.

Through the steam that has built up, you can make out his slouched figure and contrasting pleased smile. You can’t help yourself, with soft dripping skin you swing his shower door open to greet him.

“Spencer,” you whisper out in shock, trailing water onto his bathroom floor. “Oh my God.”

“Hi my baby-” He reaches out to swipe away some droplets on your face, but doesn’t finish. You’re pulling him into a tight, wet hug.

Arms slung fiercely around his neck, he barely buffers in returning your hug with his jacket-clad arms around your waist.

In the back of your mind you’re aware that the water on your breasts and stomach are soaking through his undershirt. That your clean hair is dropping water onto the shoulder of his jacket. You’re also aware how expensive a suit is. 

The harsh disparity from the cool air sticking to your wet skin from the hot (frankly, too hot) shower you were in previously is pebbling your nipples against his now soaked-through button up, your skin is covered in goosebumps that he’s swiping away with his thumb. 

A low hum into your ear as he’s trailing his thumb nail against the sensitive part of your inner waist, “Angel girl,” a deep sigh, “I missed you so much.”

Your arms tighten around him, forehead landing on his wet shoulder, you could cry. You could laugh maniacally. Either way, you feel cemented against his frame, the only warmth being produced near you since stepping out of the shower.

A small indent in your lower stomach is being formed from his belt digging into your pliable skin. You feel like a fresh heap of soft clay ready to be moved and constructed into anything Spencer’s hands can make of you. You feel utterly his.

You pull away slightly, uncomfortable from where his buckle was pressing against your belly. Pulling one hand away you trace it with a fingernail, Spencer and you both looking down at it between your bodies. Both noticing the drastically different attire. 

A chuckle slips from your lips without thinking, “you branded me, look.”

Spencer’s thumb stops rubbing circles into your side, a shiver rolls down your spine. Daring to look up at him, you’re met with his dark eyes resembling magic 8 balls. An underlying fortune there too: Outlook Good.

Warm hands are soon softly gripping your cheeks as you’re being pulled into a burning kiss. His lips against yours after all this time, you moan immediately. Dry and soft and pillowy he’s swallowing you and pulling you flush against him, buckle be damned.

Water from your hairline is rolling over your cheeks and soaking the cuffs of Spencer’s sleeves. You haven’t pulled away far enough, but you can bet that the white button up he’s wearing is see through.

You’re freezing, the air from the bathroom is torturous, your skin on high alert. It’s making you push yourself onto Spencer so hard he stumbles back. He grabs your ass to steady you both for a moment and you bite harshly onto his bottom lip.

“God, my girl,” Spencer shivers against you when he feels your cold hands seek warmth under his shirt, “My perfect girl, I can’t believe how much I missed you.” He places a kiss onto the top of your head.

Speaking into his shoulder, “I missed you too, I feel crazy. Such a bad day.”

Both of his hands slowly trail up your waist till they meet the side of your boobs, you pull your lips in to conceal a whiny moan.

“I’m sorry I left you hanging earlier, did you finish?”

“N-no, went back to bed.”

He groans against your head. Placing his hands firmly on your hips to push you away slightly, taking a long good look at your naked frame. You feel exposed, embarrassed, and hot. Looking back at him, his perfect suit, deliciously tainted by your wet body print, chest visible through the wetness.

One of his thumbs wanders from your hip, back to the small indent of his buckle, rubbing it back and forth. This time you can’t help but whine.

The tension is tangible and painful. Your hands feel stuck to your sides before you snap out of it, pulling him close by the tie before you try to remove it with slippery hands.

Tight and hard to undo because of the wet nature of his garments frustrates you as you try to untangle Spencer from his tie. Him being clothed feels utterly unbearable. Through half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile, he watches you struggle with the tie.

“Here- honey, let me.” Spencer's removal of the tie, his fingers taking it off rather steadily compared to your shaking ones. Though the excitement zipping through him equals yours.

You latch onto him again, completely devoted to his presence, there’s no way in hell you’re letting that much distance and that much time separate you again. Tugging one side of the collar of his jacket you slip it off of him, he grabs your wrist.

“I’m here, I’m here,” A wet kiss to your begging mouth, “Get warm in that shower, you’re trembling. I’ll be there in 30 seconds. Can you wait that long for me?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Knew it. Good girl.”

With that, your stomach plummets and you spin on your heels back to the shower. It’s almost orgasmic in itself to find yourself under the hot water pressure again. 

The door is almost completely steamed up now, you can hardly make Spencer out through it. You can only see movement and more of his tanned skin being exposed through a murky lens.

You can’t help it, greedy fingers come down to rub a few circles onto your clit as he finishes undressing and approaches you. The weight and stress of the nine days going straight to your clit to be absolved.

The door swings open, mercy.

You don’t feel polite enough to stop the rubbing, Spencer doesn’t seem to mind, mumbling “Jesus.” under his breath before meeting you with a kiss under the shower head.

His tongue rolls slowly against yours, making your toes curl in on themselves where you stand. Fingers picking up against yourself you moan into his open mouth, he pulls his face back to watch you. 

A kiss against your throat makes you whimper and pull your head to the side for another one to be placed. 

With Spencer’s rock hard dick against his stomach in your line of vision you wince while removing your hand from yourself, your hips instinctively kicking up to chase where your hand is now grabbing the base of Spencer.

He hums low, a bead of precum leaking out to be washed away by the stream. You glide your hand quickly, a desperate attempt to hear more of his moans vibrate against your skin. 

“Slowly, baby-” He gasps as you circle his head.

You can’t let up, you barely feel in control of your body. Your head is spinning, you just can’t believe he’s with you.

Finally, a louder moan is cut from Spencer’s lungs as his hips slowly fuck against the fast pace of your fist. The tip of his dick barely ever encases in your hand as he does so, only able to feel the sensation of bottoming out when he’s inside you.

While you’re distracted, moaning brokenly into the suffocating air and pumping your hand against Spencer’s throbbing length, Spencer trails down to pet your clit again for you.

“Fuck, I missed you. I miss touching you like this, the way I can feel your heartbeat in it, baby-” He draws out the last word in disbelief. You felt the thrumming against your own fingertips earlier, so by now you’re sure it’s fluttering against his hand in an obscene way. 

His middle finger circles your entrance. Your heart is in your throat. 

“Please-” You sob out, being teased right now would end you forever.

“Mhm. I am.”

Taking his time feeling against your spongy walls where his thumb continues its circles against your bundle of nerves, your hand against his cock grows sloppy.

You squeeze your eyes shut, the muggy air making you deliciously light headed against his ministrations. 

The second finger brings a delightful stretch, your head falls back against the wall as you whine. It’s been a while. You harness some sort of defiance that refuses to fuck yourself when he’s gone. The week of nothing stretching you out causing for a tight suction around his two fingers as he fucks into you.

“Tight, baby. It’s been too long. I left you too long, my poor thing.”

Though your hand slowed against his cock, you’re still trying to keep up simulation for him, not wanting to be a cruel tease when he’s working against you so perfectly. Spencer pulls that hand away eventually though. Without explanation, you know he was about to cum. His stomach always flexes and twitches when he’s using all his willpower to hold back.

“Need it. Need you-” You gasp against his lips. Totally overzealous. Spencer knows the way you’re tight around him, you’re going to need a third finger to take him without your common whiny complaints.

Teeth knocking together, he continues to tongue kiss you. He wants to expedite this process of feeling you around his cock just as much as you do, he just has more willpower than you. You can mumble and beg and plead till tears well up in your eyes. His stomach swirls with a burning passion because of it, but he has no capability to hurt you. 

So you get another long finger inside you.

You let out a high pitched whimper- proving yourself wrong immediately. You needed to be stretched out this way. Damn his perceptiveness.

Your eyes roll back and your hips roll against the fingers rubbing against that sweet spot in you that shakes your thighs.

“You gotta keep yourself open for me when I’m gone, love.” He whispers brokenly into the thick air around you.

“Can’t. Only you.” You grumble back.

Spencer can’t get into the health benefits of taking care of yourself this way, especially in the long periods when he’s away. He can tell you’re bordering speechlessness and he’s dizzy enough to follow your technique of just letting out pretty moans.

A tiny trail of white essence pools around his fingers and he nearly keels over. You’re definitely ready to take him now. Seeing the ways he makes you feel good in the mess you make always drives him to the brink of insanity.

“Taking them out now. Gonna give you what you want. Feel ok?” He whispers into your ear before nibbling the lobe softly before parting to analyze your face.

“Feel reallyy good, Spence.” You smile a dazed grin at him, eyelids fluttering shut. Bringing the fingers that were just inside you to his lips he sucks them off and bites down on his fingers a bit too hard at the divine taste.

“Do you want to turn around for me, angel?”

Spencer’s trying to think of the best way to do this. His shower is nice, but isn’t the biggest shower in the world, he lives in an apartment in D.C. after all. He’s gonna have to fuck you from behind.

“Yeah, course.” You shift slowly, forearms out to brace yourself against the cold wall. Sticking your butt out playfully, he grips it softly, lines his cock against you.

“You feel okay? Ready?” He plants a kiss on your shoulder, you turn your head to make eye contact, you and Spencer usually can’t go too long without looking into each other's faces.

“Feel okay, really want you baby.”

Your head stays tilted to the side and your temple rests against the wall as he nudges his head against you.

Opening you up just enough, the stretch of all of him after a considerable amount of time has you keening.

The hand not gripping your waist moves up to cup one of your tits, rolling the sensitive nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck-” you whimper out meekly.

Letting him all the way in, he squeezes your breast for purchase. Looking at how he’s fully settled inside you, Spencer begins peppering soft kisses over your shoulder and spine, calming you and himself down.

Using the wall as leverage you slowly move yourself back against him, notifying Spencer you’re ready to be taken.

Gasping, he pulls almost all the way out to slowly fuck himself in again before settling on a good, unyielding pace. The feeling of your warm skin under his hands, warm cunt around his dick and warm water falling against his back is making him feel like he’s on a cloud. Completely blissed out having you in his arms again.

You groan (rather unladylike while getting fucked this way) and circle your hips against his thrusts. Spencer peers up at you, making sure your face isn’t holding any tension that could be read as something hurting. Instead you just open your mouth, ready for a finger.

Begrudgingly, he takes his hand off your breast to place his thumb down on your tongue, you moan happily and smile around him as your teeth scrape him lightly when he finds a delicious spot in you to pound at. 

Overwhelmed, he has to look up at the ceiling. He’s been so pent up that letting his hips move in autopilot against you, the quiet sopping sound of you two together over the water falling, the base of his spine tingles.

“Still okay?”

He asks at your closed eyes, you gurgle out an uh-huh against his thumb, drool rolling down your chin to be forgotten in the shower.

“Kay- good.” He kisses your cheek.

Feeling his orgasm beginning to build, Spencer takes his hand from your waist to move to the front of your hips where your clit is exposed.

A trembling bite is met against his thumb as he uses three fingers against you in relentless circles. Keeps his hips going the same pace.

“Spence- you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Ha- trying to, doll.” His eyebrows furrow- trying to hold back long enough so he can fuck you through your orgasm, though the tone of your voice is making that increasingly hard.

Your head lolls back against his shoulders and with a few “ah, ah, ah’s” you’re coming hard all over him.

“Good, yeah. You’re okay, feel so good f’me.” He whimpers as you begin to pull his orgasm from him. His hips still against you at your deepest point as you let out a tiny mewl at the stimulation. Tongue pushing out his thumb to moan freely.

He rocks himself inside you while holding your hips up, making sure no slips occur in his bathroom today. Spencer keeps grinding and rubbing your clit until you’re both shaky with overstimulation, and till you mutter out a “can’t-”. He doesn't argue with that.

The shower water is beginning to chill as he watches his cum slide down your thighs into the basin. Spencer is rubbing your arms soothingly up and down till he pulls you against him. 

“You wanna get out, pretty?”

“Cold.” You shudder.

Your legs feel like jelly when he’s wrapping a towel around your shoulders and ushering you into his bedroom. Another towel tied lowly on his waist he pulls an FBI hoodie over your raised arms and boxers up your legs. His own robe pulled off the door to drape over himself.

The tender attention you receive no matter what type of sex you and Spencer have always heats your cheeks with delight. A tender pressure is being massaged into your thighs with the lotion you brought over from your own apartment, and your eyes flutter shut as he mumbles something along the lines of “princess.. blah blah blah…” to you.

“Please never be away from me that long again. I really missed you, Spencer.”

All warmed up and soft from his pampering, you lie against his rising and falling chest.

“I know. I did too. It’s strange, I feel like when I’m with you, you act as my circadian rhythm. You ground me and keep me in check, I know when to wake up when you do. I sleep better, eat better. When we’re apart I struggle with that. You’re a resounding part of my day.”

You nuzzle against his chest, preening at his words. 

“I love you so much.”

“My baby, I love you too.”

Squished together tightly in a way that’s breeding an almost uncomfortable warmth, you and Spencer fall asleep. Hearts mirroring each other in matching soft and measured beats, the 216 painful hours apart start healing with every drum in your chests.