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It's all timing - S.R.
Spencer Reid x fem!reader smut, no use of y/n
Spencer's return from a case just so happens to coincide with the part of your cycle that has you feeling a certain type of way, which Spencer is only too happy to help with.
Warnings: fluffy smut, oral (fem! receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie, a smidge of breeding, d/s a little if you squint
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It's hard to say that Spencer traveling for work was ever convenient, but every once in a while the timing lines up nicely. Like tonight, he's on his way back from a case and you are, to put it crudely, horny as shit. It's not normal horny, either, this is ovulation horny, the kind that leaves you aching all day, overwhelming your already frayed system.
So when you get the text that he's on his way from the airport, you waste no time stripping naked and arranging yourself in the big armchair that faces the door. And then you wait, the clocks ticking taunting you, each second reminding you of his absence.
Finally, the clinking of keys at the door alerts you to your boyfriend's return, the thought of who only rekindling the low burning in your belly. You swallow as the door swings open, adjusting your position slightly to best present yourself to the entryway.
"Baby! I'm h-" Spencer's voice seems to stick in his throat when he sees you, "-ome." He finishes the word slowly, setting his go bag down and closing the door but never moving his gaze from your form. Even in the shadows you watch his eyes rake down your body slowly.
"Welcome home." Your sultry voice draws his eyes back to yours in an instant, the intense gaze softening with a smile shared between you.
"That is quite a welcome." Crossing the room, he kneels slowly in front of you, one of his big, warm hands sliding up the back of your calf as he leans in to catch your lips with his. It's one of those kisses that melts your core, warming your bones and drawing a happy sigh from your chest.
"What did I do to deserve a welcome like this?" He speaks softly as he pulls away, sitting back on his heels as his other hand smooths up the side of your thigh, his touch firm but reverent. You can't help the smile that rises on your face looking down at your love, those soft eyes of his glowing back at you, messy curls falling in his eyes that you gently sweep away. His eyes flutter when you cup his cheek in your palm.
"Being you, mostly." You run the pad of your thumb across his bottom lip, not missing how his breath hitches. "But impeccable timing helps." His head cocks questioningly at you, a line forming where his brows knit together. "You know how I get this time of month." You finish with a devilish little smirk as he finally understands. An eager grin splits his face, his eyes absolutely lighting up.
"Oh!" His hands move immediately, uncrossing your legs and pushing them apart, his grip now anchored in your soft thighs as he surges forward to kiss you excitedly. His excitement and the slight manhandling only add to the quickly forming puddle between your thighs, causing you to whine into his kiss.
As if he read your mind, Spencer broke away from your lips, kissing and biting his way quickly down your body. Excitement clearly outweighed romance tonight, made even more eveident when Spencer, with neither ceremony or hesitation, dove into your pussy like it was the fountain of youth. He'd always eaten pussy like god, but this is even a step beyond that, you didn't even care what he was doing that much, your hormone-flooded brain only barely able to process the sheer pleasure burning through your veins.
"Oh fuck!" You can't help the words falling from your lips as your hands fly to his hair, gripping desperately in a way that must have hurt as your body arches and writhes under him. His hands, large and strong and so warm, run once again up your thighs, gripping your hips almost hard enough to bruise. You can hear him devouring you, wet, lewd sounds interspersed with low grunts of effort that border on animalistic.
It's all so so good, but you still need more, that burning ache in your belly only satiable by one thing.
"Spencer," you manage, your voice cracking on his name "More, please please I need more." He hears you, taking one last harsh suckle at your clit that makes your whole body shudder at the sting before sitting up, his mouth leaving you with a wet pop.
"More? What more do you need, baby?" You just whine, bucking your hips weakly as you throw your head back. Spencer tsks,
"Come on, sweet girl," he plants a kiss on your swollen clit, making you twitch, "you gotta tell me what you want."
"I want your cock," it's like a damn breaks, and suddenly you're begging, clawing at his shoulders with tears pricking your eyes, "I want your cock please, Spencer, please! I wanna be so full of you and your cum and your babies oh god-" you don't get any further before his lips crash against yours, his hands hauling you out of the chair and into his arms. In a matter of seconds you're on your back on the bed, Spencer's lips still hot and demanding against yours, the taste of yourself heady on his tongue as it slides against yours. He breaks from you for only a second or two, definitely ripping something in his haste to rid himself of his clothes.
There were no words, you didn't need them as he pushed into your waiting warmth, his forehead falling to rest against yours as you take him to the hilt, choking on a gasp as he hits that spot thats just so deep and it hurts just a little but it's too good for you to care.
You've always been able to find a rhythm together, fitting against each other just right as he rocks into you, singing your praises in soft grunts and low moans, drawing you ever closer to the edge, begging you to cum for him in every bite, every loving touch, every breath.
You give in to him as he loses himself, the warm ache of his cum spilling into you taking you that last step over the peak and you tumble down the other side. You come apart in the safety of his arms, crumbling and shaking under him as he answers your cries with soft kisses and words of praise mumbled against sweaty skin.
You're glass in his hands as he turns you gently, rolling into his back and bringing your body to lay on top of his. He hasn't pulled out, his cock twitching slightly at the way you squeeze him, still riding the last few shocks of your orgasm.
Your body feels so heavy, so relaxed as you cuddle into his chest, deliciously full and sleepy.
Before sleep takes you, you manage something that sounds like "I love you."
And in that last hazy moment before you drift off, you hear him say it back.
"I love you."
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if life was perfect there would be a tranquility base hotel + casino film. send post.
#like cmonnnn#just imagine#paranoia and bittersweetness and overwhelming urgency and 10 minute long shots of alex turner just smoking a cigarette in the bar#the choatic 70s decor against all that liminal space#AND THE ARCHITECTURE SHOTS OH MY GOD THE ARCHITECTURE SHOTS WOULD BE SO BEAUTIFUL#and that undercurrent of pure unease going through the whole thing where everything just seems *off* but nothing is uncovered#and the soundtrack would be obvious-#along with that weird beeping thing in the 4 out of 5 mv#an entire scene about the bittersweetness of pictures of friends on the wall that arent really friends anymore#it all just feels like a dream youre about to wake from#all the extra characters would be sickingly charming with an edge of just pure confusion#cant forget the homoerotic undertones#i need to protagonist to get halfblind drunk and stumble about in the dark of a backroom of a bad dream#i NEED mark sauntering about answering the batphone and doing that mad twirly thing with the line cable#i NEEEED miles kane to be in every single fecking scene#i need lola and jeany and lizzie and all the other names in the tracks to have their own wee choatic monologues#i need- to just shut up and open another script document#at this point im just taking notes i might aswell start writing the bloody thing#is my obsession showing yet? i sure hope so.#GO TO BED NOVA FOR CHRIST SAKE#tranquility base hotel and casino#tbhc#tbh+c#arctic monkeys#my post
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Plush Dolls and Scaled Shopkeeps
Date: October 17th 2131
So... Needless to say I was shaken after the Dorothy fight. I... I'm still shaken now, even after all is said and done. It was... It was an experience? ... Even after telling Kris about some of what happened, I still can't shake the feeling.
After the fight, we headed back to the elevator we came from when CK finally spoke up. "SO UM… WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"
"Hmm? What do you mean, CK?" Remie responded.
"THAT FIGHT. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? THAT DOLL WAS LIKE, SUPER STRONG AND IT FELT LIKE SHE WAS GONNA KILL US! I... AND THE "TRUTH" SHE WAS GOING ON ABOUT, I... IT REMINDED ME OF JE-" Before CK could continue, Remie cut him off. She looked nervous talking about this.
"I really wouldn't dwell on it CK. She was just, a crazy and insane Darkner. Probably why she was locked up. You know?"
"... DO YOU WONDER IF ITS A BAD THING WE LET HER OUT THEN?" Part of me was wondering the same thing... Yet another part knew she'd only get worse if she stayed in that prison.
"Well, I, um, ultimately she's our ally now so, um, everything's fine! Right Chicago?" Remie turned to me, however I... wasn't fully there. I was staring into space. My mind buzzing with questions upon questions. I wanted to scream.
"CHICAGO? YOU GOOD?" I heard CK ask, reaching out a claw towards me before I turned around to them. My face probably looked horrified. When I opened my mouth to speak... I wasn't able to. Not without... The choice of the askers and that Soul.
I'm not sure what would have happened if they chose to say I was fine. I wasn't. I could see it. The askers could see it. Even CK and Remie could see it. As soon as they chose no, I felt the word burst out of my mouth. I didn't speak it, I screamed it. I wasn't okay. None of this was okay. This was so messed up! It still is messed up! Why is this happening!? Why me!?! What the hell did I do, I- I- ... Hang on I need a minute...
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Date: October 18th, 2131
Rest of yesterday was okay. We finished settling the Darkners from the attic world in. Dorothy still hadn't woken up by the time we left, so we left her with Remie. Remie said she could get started on making some new rooms in the Castle for Dorothy and the other secret bosses as soon as possible, so I'm feeling a little better on that front.
Back to... The story. After my outburst, Remie suggested we leave the basement of the Choral Chapel. "The less time spent here, the better." She said. We headed back up to the Soprano floor, the askers deciding to visit the Magician's shop again before heading to the Knave to face the Priestess. We... they? asked him about the Basement.
"What? Basement!? This Chapel doesn't have a basement unless you count the dungeon. What are you kids talking about?"
They asked about the Doll.
"D-doll!? I-i don't know anything about a doll! E-even if I did, we don't talk about d-dolls or anything of the sort around here!"
He seemed nervous. ... Or scared. They asked about Dorothy.
"N-no!! Don't you dare utter her name! I-" The Magician looked mortified before trying to shake it off "Look. If you want answers then go ask the snake in the Dusty Plains. She can give you the knowledge you seek but I know nothing, I tell you, nothing!" I severely doubted that, but the askers decided to leave and head back to the Dusty Plains. Hopefully Jeanie would give us more answers than the Magician.
After heading through one of the warp doors, it didn't take long to find way back to Jeanie's tent. The askers immediately asked about Dorothy and the snake teller pulled out a set of three cards.
"Judgment, Reversed six of wands, and The Chariot.," The snake started, laying the cards out on the table as she begun to spin the tale, "I may not have known that doll for long, but I knew her cards, her fate, the path the stars laid out for her. Or perhaps the path she forged herself…"
"Once she was nothing more than a blank doll. No face, no name, no path. She was a fool just as you are," Jeanie continued. "Yet one day, she came across a strange someone and it seemed her stars had finally aligned. She had been gifted an identity and purpose from some higher power, she said. To this day, I still don't quite understand what she meant by that. Rambling on about the Truth, or our purpose, or creating our own stars… Yet I didn't NOT understand at the same time…" ... Gyeh heh. Sounds like what Seam told us when talking about Jevil now that I'm able to think a bit more clearly about it. Gyeh heh heh...
"At some point she was let into the Upper Choir, but even they eventually grew annoyed with her ramblings. And so they cast her out. Exiled her back to these dust ridden plains." ... Sorta reminds me of Spamton's situation. Rose to stardom from nothing before falling from grace... "She grew enraged, filled with an anger and hatred for all that betrayed her. She had to be locked away before she could hurt anyone else. It shames me that I had to be the one to call the guard…" ... Did anyone think to help her? Even if she was a danger to herself and others, you didn't have to abandon her completely. Someone could have helped her. Someone SHOULD have helped her.
"Ever since, I've mulled over the cards and stars, seeking answers to what she said. Yet the skies shone dark and the cards even darker. The only thing I've come back with are more questions than when I started. It makes one wonder… How much of the universe and fate can be understood and predicated…
And how much can only be navigated by the blind?"
... I think this whole situation has left me with more questions than answers too. This ENTIRE situation. It's just questions upon questions, and I don't know if I'll ever even GET answers. Who the hell is this "mysterious someone"? What do they want with all these Darkners? Why show them this "truth"? It's clearly breaking them to the point of madness. I don't know if this person is truly trying to help them, or if they're purposely harming them. ... What are their plans? With the secret bosses. With the Dark Worlds themselves. ... With me?
... Maybe I don't want to know the answers to these questions.
When the askers then told Jeanie we defeated Dorothy, she pulled out another set of three cards and spread them out. "The six of wands, the Tower, and the Devil. So, it is true? You really defeated her? Then you three truly must be the heroes of legend after all However be warned, DOROTHY is merely the first step in your fool's journey. There is still a long way to go, and many more obstacles to face." That's exactly what I WASN'T hoping for... "And one day soon… even the most darkest evil of all. Ha ha ha…" Jeanie laughed before turning back to us. "Well, I can only wish you luck. Perhaps once you reach that point… You can come back here and I shall read your scattered destiny once more."
After that (and the askers trying to hand Jeanie the Patch Crown, which the snake refused to take), we left. The askers equipped the crown to CK, and we headed back towards the Chapel to face off against the Priestess.
. . .
I think I'm gonna need a big break before the next Dark World adventure. I don't think I'd survive if I had to do this everyday for a week like Kris did. Especially with that... Soul, controlling my every move.
... I should move that jar some place I can't see it. (It feels like that thing is... staring at me. Is that even possible?)
#chicago#deltarune: fool's fate#writing#deltarune au#fool's fate#undertale au#undertale ish#Dorothy#ck#comic kings#remie#Remienotta#deltarune secret boss#deltarune fan character#magico#the Magician#Jeanie
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Hush Now.. You’re Safe..
Characters: Sullivan, Jeanie, Princess Peach, and Jamie (Oc)
Ship: Sullivan x Jeanie
Plot Context: Sullivan and Jeanie have finished their honeymoon now Jeanie lives in Terra Flora With her husband Sullivan. Suddenly a new bundle of joy has joined in their lives. Sullivan was doing great as a father, Jeanie on the other hand didn’t know how to be a mother. Will Jamie love her mom?
A/n: This takes place in a Future AU. (I’ll tell you about the Future AU at another time) Jamie (An OC of mine) is the daughter of Sullivan and Jeanie. You might be asking how? 1. She’s adopted and I’m working on her back story (Little comic). She was in the Wiggler’s Express Train aka Sully’s train. Sullivan found her and well.. Decided to keep her. And 2. Why not?-
Warnings: Fluff and my bad grammar-
Enjoy Reading~!<3
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A loud cry shot Jeanie awake right away. Jeanie looks around her room but only to see pitch black. Her system was loading until she was fully ‘activated.’ Half charge of her body. The cries continue to be louder. Ah.. Jamie..
Jeanie removed her blanket covers and turned to see Sullivan dead asleep. How can he sleep through her cries?
*WAAAAAHHH!*
“I’m coming.. I’m coming..” she mumbled tiredly. Standing up and walking to her daughter’s room. She opened the door, seeing her night light staying on. She walks over to her crib and sees Jamie crying. Jamie sniffling and cries, not seeing her Papa only her Mama.
Jeanie picked her up gently and scanned her.
Hmm. She’s not hungry, or hurt, or needs a diaper change.
Ah… a nightmare..
Jeanie cradles her back and forth slowly. Smooth her little bunny ears trying to calm her down. Nothing seemed to work..
Oh, what can she do? Jeanie doesn't know how to calm her down..
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“I’m bad at this… I apologize Princess..”
“You’re fine Jeanie.. Just watch me..” Peach whispered to her, holding her baby boys in her arms. She started to sing. Two of the twins stop their crying at stare at their mom. Jeanie watches seeing both of the twins calm down. Jeanie hummed quietly to join her song.
Once the song ends Peach smiles seeing both of her sons asleep. Peach sighed, gently putting both of her boys in the crib. “Thank you Peach.. I apologize I didn’t calm down the boys..”
“It's alright Jeanie, you tried, and that matters. Now come on, you need to rest up for your big day!”
“Thank you.. Peach,”
Peach smiled at her friend. “Of course..”
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Jeanie shakes her head, remembering that memory. Hopefully, this works. She sat down on the plush stool and started to sing.
“Where the North Wind meets the Sea..
There’s a river full of memory…
Sleep, my darling, safe and sound..
For in this river, all is found..” Jeanie quietly sang, seeing her daughter calm down her cries a bit.
Jeanie continues, “In her waters, deep and true..
Lie the answers and a path for you..
Dive down deep into her sound..
But not too far or you’ll be drowned..”
Jamie sniffed and softly cooed at Jeanie. Her cries finally stopped but Jeanie didn’t stop.
“Yes, she will sing to those who'll hear
And in her song, all magic flows..”
Sullivan yawned, scratching his eye as he entered the room. He stops scratching and listens to his wife singing to their daughter. Oh.. What a beautiful melody..~
Sullivan leans to the doorframe and listens to her song.
“But can you brave what you most fear?
Can you face what the river knows?
Where the North wind meets the sea
There's a mother full of memory
Come, my darling, homeward bound
When all is lost, then all is found..” Jeanie stops singing, looks down, and sees Jamie asleep. Snuggling up close to her mom’s chest. She did it..
Jeanie kissed Jamie’s forehead and was about to put her daughter in the crib but heard Sullivan’s words. “You sing beautiful Jeanie.. Really beautiful.. Like an angel..”
Sullivan walked to her. “You did good as well.. Putting her to sleep..” Sullivan sighed and stroke his daughter’s ears carefully and gently.
“Mhm.. All thanks to someone..”
Jeanie gently put Jamie in her crib, quietly she and Sullivan walked out and closed the door quietly.
Both of the couples go to their shared room and lie down in their bed. Jeanie smiled and felt very proud of herself. She fell asleep, not hearing her daughter cry but hearing her husband snore instead.
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Thank you for Reading~!<3
#Startrain#Sullivan x Jeanie#Jamie is Startrain ship child#God I feel like I messed up#But writing this makes my heart melt#m+rsoh#m+rsoh fanfic#Future AU#princess peach
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Hi! This is my first repost from my old blog (@thedancingcostumeyoungadult) and I'd figured I'd start easy
Little domestic reader x Spencer thought 😊
Intelligence was in no short supply between you and Spencer. Between his numerous degrees and both your storied careers with the BAU, there were few things you didn't have at least a passing knowledge of. The one thing, however, that managed to stump both geniuses of apartment 17c? Saran wrap. No matter how many times either of you tried, it always ended with jagged edges and plastic film crumpled uselessly. But it also usually ended with laughter, with resigned head shakes and a half teasing, half sympathetic kiss on the cheek as the crumpled ball lands in the trash.
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it’s just me in my empty bathtub, glass of wine and orange on hand, trying to write about things i can never say out loud
#somebody come get her she’s being too earnest on the internet again.#if my name was joan instead of jeanie maybe i would be able to vocalize emotions in a way jeanie’s frankly cannot. so instead i have to cope#by writing fanfic about gay dead wizards. gross.
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[ So sorry to have fell off the face of the planet the last few weeks. I’ve been stupid busy and anytime I have free time I’m too tired or uninspired to write any sort of decent reply. ]
#fingers crossed things slow down soon#and I can actually do some writing for Vincent#and my multi muse#✖- Jeanie Is Out Of The Lamp [Mun Speaks]
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Prev post is Amy about her grandmother in my story 🥺
(Dunno if it's meant to be read romantically but i'm reading it platonically / as familial / non romantic love for all the people you hold dear in your life)
Anyways back to work
#jeanie blargh#felt too embarrassed to add it directly to the tags of the post agsusgdjdhdj#love writing because yea i'm projecting my own grief and how much i miss my grandpa and his safe comforting presence in my life onto Amy.#this little girlie is going to quietly mourn the person that became her home and she's gonna work through it while on Little Planet#and she is sooo mature and strong about it (read: suppressing it so the Big Sad won't overwhelm her and inconvenience others)#metal sonic is not gonna know what hit him once the dam breaks and their hostage starts spouting water from her optics endlessly#anyways. amy loves and loves and loves but where will all that love go when her home is no longer there? she'll find the answer eventually#pray that i can pull it off in a satisfactory way
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me when i ignore all my wips and start a new fic <3
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⛔ do you have a fic you started, then scrapped?
hello, new moot!
do you have a fic you started, then scrapped? ⇒ a couple actually. one was a part two of a Sam Winchester imagine i never ended up posting in the first place. most of the fics i was supposed to post for my birthday week got scrapped. one was an attempt at a "forbidden love writing challenge" that i never finished and completely forgot about until just now when i was looking through my docs. a couple of chapter fics i started writing in high school got scrapped.
i didn't realize how many fics i've scrapped until just now! i knew there were a couple but i didn't realize how many there were 😅
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Watching - S.R.
Reader catches Spencer in the morning
Warnings: just pure smut folks, 18+ only minors DNI, fem!Reader, masturbation (m and f), oral (fem receiving), established relationship, praise kink, pet names (good girl, angel), unprotected p in v, creampie, slight Dom!Spencer and Sub!Reader
Word count: ~1,150
You come to consciousness slowly, the plush warmth of your bed making it hard to rouse yourself. Blinking in the morning light you roll onto your side and realize with a frown that Spencer's side of the bed is empty. However his whereabouts don't remain a mystery for long as you hear a light shuffling from the bathroom, your frown easing as your eyes find him through the open door.
The last of your sleepiness dissipates immediately when you realize what he's doing, one hand braced on the counter and his head hung low. The light plays on the muscles of his back as they flex with his movements, an unmistakable rhythm sending your belly fluttering. You flip onto your stomach, tucking your pillow under your chin with both hands as you adjust to see him better.
Warmth spreads through your body as your eyes trace down his back, admiring the lean muscle he'd built over the past year, all the way down to his boxers slung low on his hips. Slowly, almost without you realizing, your hips grind down lightly into the mattress, seeking relief from the familiar, aching need between your thighs.
Spencer throws his head back with a soft groan, the sound alone making your cheeks heat up. And that's how he catches you, watching him with cheeks flushed pink and your mouth hanging open. You consider feeling embarrassed but the look that comes over his face as his eyes meet yours in the mirror sends that thought away nearly as fast as you'd thought of it. The grin that spreads across his face carries a wolfish edge, his movements slowing to an almost agonizing pace as he raises his eyebrows as if to say "well? What're you going to do about it?" Holding his gaze, you release one of the hands that had been clutching the pillow to your chest and slide it under the covers, all the way down until your fingers slip under the waistband of your panties. Even through the mirror his gaze burns into you, darkening as you let out a small gasp, the pads of your fingers finding your clit and working over it in tight, slow circles. Your hips grind down once again as you let a whimper fall from your lips, your whole body aching for more, for him, but you're having far too much fun watching him to end the moment. He'd fuck you senseless sooner or later, you're sure of that.
A particularly well timed press of your fingers forces a strangled moan from your lips, your hips bucking at the sensation and Spencer's willpower seems to snap. He whirls from the mirror, pulling his hand from his boxers and stalking towards the bed. You don't stop your efforts until he reaches you, tossing the covers back and taking hold of your ankles to flip you easily onto your back. His hands leave fireworks on your skin as they trail up your legs to hook into your panties. Freeing you from the fabric, he settles between your legs, leaving a trail of hot kisses up your thigh that makes you squirm.
"Spencer." You plead softly, your breath sticking in your throat as he lifts your hand from your heat, popping your slick- covered fingers into his mouth with a soft groan. As he meticulously sucks your fingers clean you think you're going to explode and just before you think you can't take it anymore he lets your fingers fall from his mouth.
"All this just from watching me, angel?" He presses a kiss to the pulse at the inside of your wrist, the sheer intimacy of the gesture making you shiver as you nod. This brings the wolfish grin back to his face as he guides your hand to tangle in his hair. "Needy girl."
You don't get the chance to react to his words before his face is buried between your thighs, his large hands holding you in place as he latches his mouth around your bundle of nerves. He eats you out like a man possessed, quickly melting you into a squirming mess under his ministrations.
"Spence, oh god oh fu- a-ah!" You're cumming sooner than expected, unraveling under him with a broken cry. He works you through it gently, lapping sweetly at your slit as his hand massages your thigh where he'd slung it over his shoulder.
"That's it," he murmurs against your warmth, "that's it, good girl." The euphoria ebbs slowly, leaving you bathed in a golden warmth as Spencer kisses slowly up your body until his weight presses you into the mattress.
"Thank you." You hum softly, pressing your face against his throat.
"Anything for you." His voice rumbles against your cheek and you feel his hardness press against your thigh through his boxers. Once again your hand dips low, palming him lightly through the fabric.
"Angel-" he begins, about to assure you that he's fine, that you don't have to.
"Spencer," you cut him off with a breathy whine, pressure building once again between your thighs, "want you, need you." He hushes you softly, pressing a kiss to your hairline.
"I've got you baby, I've got you, you're okay." He works himself out of his boxers, pushing them down and lining himself up with your entrance. His lips find yours in a languid kiss as he presses in, swallowing all the noises you let out as he fills you so perfectly.
"Oh, good girl baby, just like that." He moans against your lips as he bottoms out, giving you a moment to fully adjust to him before he begins to rock into you. Each thrust is accompanied by needy kisses and low moans, his hands finding yours so he can lace your fingers together and pin them lightly on either side of your head. The pace is steady, his pelvis pressing against your clit every time he sinks into you and you quickly feel another orgasm build.
Spencer speeds up as you both near your high, his head dropping to rest against your collarbone as he chants under his breath.
"Good girl, good girl, God, fuck!" With one last thrust he's cumming, his hips pressed as close to yours as possible, the slow grind of his hips and the blunt head of his cock pressing against your cervix as he pumps you full sending you over the edge only moments after him.
When you both can breathe again he slips out of you with a shift hiss under his breath, rolling off of you and gathering you to his chest with a shower of kisses over your face.
"You're something else, pretty girl." He says with a soft chuckle as he lets his head fall to the pillow. You cuddle closer, relishing in the warmth of his skin against yours.
"You're one to talk."
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draft: body snatchers AU
1k writing - Jeanie wakes up one sunny morning and realizes her husband isn’t the same person anymore. She runs.
It was the toast that gave him away.
Michael always liked his toast in the morning.
Being married to the same man for fifteen years, Jeanie learned to predict his moods before he even could. The type of symbiose that came from explicit communication and a lot of compromises.
She woke up with the singing of the birds, and took her time in the bathroom. Her blonde hair was now becoming greyish, but she could still see the sexyiness in it.
It made her giddy. Make-up applied, changed in her best dress, she went downstairs and fed Peanut.
Leo was still sleeping. Her husband had ten minutes before his own alarm went off, and he groveled towards the publishing company he had been working on since he graduated from college.
His voice would be gruff and he’d joke about the birds waking him up.
As Jeanie stepped into the kitchen, she immediately felt a tinge of fear. This sudden feeling came as absurd for her, because she had nothing to fear in her own home.
She entered the kitchen like it was an alien wasteland, the sudden strangeness deepning as her ears perked. A thumping happened outside in the garden.
Jeanie moved towards the backyard, opened the glass window and froze.
No one should be up at this hour. Her husband should not be standing on top of the grass, with her destroyed prized-begonies everywhere, mud staining all his clothes and a shovel in his hand.
“Michael.”
He turned to face her.
Jeanie took a step back.
For a haunting second, she wasn’t staring at her husband, but at a stranger whose eyes she didn’t recognize. Those eyes didn’t remember what she looked like in turquoise blue, or what their baby boy’s smile looked like.
They were the eyes of a beast.
Then the sensation disappeared, but the fear remained.
“Yes, dear?” He asked, poised.
Such casualty in the face of a bizarre situation made Jeanie shiver. She squeezed her arms around herself. Then, she smiled widly, shoving her dark thoughs into a box, and chuckled.
“You’re going to be late for work. Get changed and I’ll make you some toast.”
“I don’t want toast.”
Jeanie supressed her next commentary. Don’t want toast?
Her husband – the thing in the backyard – looked up. He stared pensively at the sky, then turned back at her, and Jeanie did her best to remain still and express calmness.
As he approached, Jeanie struggled with her own sense of delusion, as her own body wanted to remove herself from his presence. In the twenty years they know each other, she earned for his touch. Now, she could barely keep her breath around him and that caused her so much confusion.
They were fine last night. They were happy.
Michael smiled.
“I need to take care of something in the office, dear.” He tiptoed for a second, then kissed her cheek.
Even the gesture seemed foreign.
As his footsteps disappeared inside, she looked to her garden.
The clouds looked like rain. She could still hear the birds singing. Her eyes drifted to the obvious disturbance in the dirt, but looking behind her shoulder, she could still feel Michael’s presence – no, not her husband – inside the house.
For the first time in her entire marriage, Jeanie avoided her husband.
She stayed outside, admiring the sun and hoping he wouldn’t call her on her bluff. Peanuts came outside. His tail wagged low and he sat glued next to her, with his head facing the kitchen.
The entire time, Peanut didn’t growl or bark. He just stared at Michael, standing between Jeanie and the door. The usual love that her husband had for the dog seemed to have vanished, and Jeanie remarked that he haven’t even acknowledge Peanut at all.
Michael didn’t come back outside. He didn’t say goodbye.
Jeanie heard the door closing, then the car engine starting and leaving the street. She waited five minutes, just to be sure.
As she entered back inside, her footsteps sounded far too loud in her ears. Her mind raced with questions, but her instinct was stronger and that seemed far more important now.
She threw Leo’s door open.
“Mom!” He sat up. His phone was already on, but he was still in his pajamas and laying under the covers. “What the hell?”
“Language.” Jeanie opened his closet door and pulled the bag they bought at the State Fair last year. She suffocated a sob. That was one of the last trips they went on, they had to buy a bag just to fit all the prizes Leo had won.
“What’s going on?”
“We’re taking a vacation, go get dressed.” Jeanie didn’t wait for him to answer. She opened his closet and started to put clothes inside the bag.
She could hear her son huffing behind her. Jeanie had swore she would never become her mother, controlling her kid’s haircuts or bursting into their bedrooms without knocking first.
Leo was only twelve, but he had his own computer and much more freedom than most of his classmates. He earned it.
In the rush of panic, she forgo this.
“But it’s summer.” Leo raised his voice. “Where are we going? Where’s dad?”
Jeanie turned to look at him.
In her eyes, she saw his eyes cowering and the reluctance in his stance. He wasn’t going to be moved without an answer. She breathed, and vowed to protect him no matter what.
Protect him.
From what, is a question that could wait.
Jeanie survived a household in which moods shattered as quickly as the wind, and punches were traded as negotiational offers. She escaped that climate, but the survival mode inside of her never truly died.
She sensed the danger brewing around her like a tornado-siren. You couldn’t see it, but it was there and the first signs were clear.
“Dad is meeting us after work.” The lie came efortless. She would suffer from these lies in the future, but right now she had no time for guilt. “Go get changed, Leo.”
Leo left the room without a complaint.
He must have noticed the awkward mood. Jeanie went back to packing and promised herself she’d come up with a better lie later.
The bags were put in the hall, Joe helped put a leash in Peanut and they started to pack everything into her car. Jeanie blessed herself for suggesting they buy a second vehicle – maybe things were going to be okay.
She was hardly religious, but she believed in faith like children who throw pennies down wishing wells. With low credibility and some sense of humor, she hoped it would work. If not, throw another penny.
As Jeanie walked inside the house again, she stopped.
Her mind raced towards the events of this morning, trying to find a rational explication.
A way out, even if it meant admitting to her own foolish dreams and making the whole thing a fun party talk during dinner.
Honey, you’ll never believe. This morning I was convinced you were acting unlike yourself, more like a stranger than the man I’ve been sleeping with for so many years. So in a hurry of fear and self-preservation I ran away. I took Joe and I ran, because
You’re not acting like my husband.
Jeanie repeated to herself.
Her gut says that something is off, not only tense or distant, but violent. Those eyes reminded her of her father and that was enough to confirm any doubt.
Her husband always greeted Peanut, going as far as being late several minutes because he couldn’t stop kissing the damn dog. He always joked around and kissed her in the mouth, a chaste kiss that still gave her butterflies all this years.
Her husband never refused breakfast.
Jeanie looked at the clock in the wall.
Verifying that her son was still in the car, she grabbed the keys and her purse. She cursed herself, as her legs raced towards the backyward and she went back to the strange bundle of earth stirred in the ground.
Jeanie got down in her knees and used her hands to dig out the mud. The dirt stained her clothes, but she remained at the task, feeling like there was an imaginary guillotine hanging over her head.
Her fingers brushed across something slimy and cold, and she withdrew her hand with a disgusted cough. Looking back at the clouded sky, Jeanie swallowed the bile.
The second passed and she carried on.
She dug her hand down and grabbed the thing. It almost slipped out of her fingers, but she managed to bring it to surface, dropping it with a hurl.
Jeanie got up, almost tripped and managed to steady her balance. She covered her mouth, now smelling the rotten flesh that must have been covered by the gardening products.
It was big, colorful red and it layed on the dirt like a dead animal.
The heart was still bleeding.
#my writing#body snatcher AU#just a draft#jeanie meets a queer UFO expert#and they go in the run#and save the universe ig#writing
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Strings of Fortune and Fate
Date: October 17th, 2131
There's something surreal about being in the attic again now that there's no longer a Dark World in it. To think these toys and clothes were all Darkners less than 24 hours ago. Have they always had sentience? Or did they only gain that when the fountain was opened?
I've been trying my best to identify what things were who as I pack them in my backpack to take to Castle Town. That's what Kris always did after they sealed a fountain. They moved the inhabitants to Castle Town as it's the only fountain meant to remain open and a Dark World which can accommodate all types of Darkners? I think they mentioned something about stone or statues but my minds a little fuzzy today. The whole SOUL fiasco's had me sorta... uuughh. (Hopefully that thing can't get in me again from the jar downstairs)
A frog handpuppet, a pile of accessories, some jazzercise gear, plenty of ribbons. Remie, Acessa-Rays, Jazzarunic, Ssnekmers/Ssneking. A grandfather clock, ballerina figures, photo albums and cameras. Chronolion, Pirolettes/Foutettes, Photory and other residents of Memory Lane. A bunch of buttons, feather boas, socks. Buttonmitts, Snazzalotls, Fashirat. Wind-up keys, toy soldiers, 8 balls, bells, tuxedos. Key-See, Drummer Boys, Oddballs, ChimChimes, Tuxmen. A magic kit and a ballerina music box, Magico the Magician and Bailette, the High Priestess. A plush snake which my sister must've taken downstairs. Sir Slinkywriggles.
An abandoned doll whom I expected to find shoved back into a corner. ... CK must have Dorothy.
So far I've identified most everyone except... Jeanie. The mystical shop keep and fortune teller.
We first encountered Jeanie right after we- well... the Askers, beat Chronolion. But she also showed up after that and had a connection to... someone who I might write about later. After I can ensure she and everyone else make it to Castle Town safely. Her tent back in the Dusty Planes reminded me of Seams Seap, but more... mystic. Like walking into a wandering fortune teller's tent. ...Which, I guess is what Jeanie's tent was. I don't remember a everything of the first interaction. I wasn't paying full attention since the Soul was the one who did the talking and bought items. What I do remember was she read my fortune. In fact that's something Jeanie did multiple times when I talked to here
The snake also talked a lot about fate and destiny. How it might have been fate that let her know we'd arrive at her shop, just in general her speak of premonition and destiny? I... I never liked that stuff. It freaks me out to think about fate as all I can ever think of it as it this... controlling force. Like the strings of fate. It makes me feel hopeless. Worthless. Like nothing but a puppet being dragged along ...
At one point Jeanie mentioned she sensed my lack of control. Did she know? Could she tell? Or was she just referring to my annoyance with Broadway not helping the situation by being bossy and trying to take control?
... I think we finally figured out what object Jeanie is. That cabinet's gonna be a hassle to haul.
#chicago#deltarune: fool's fate#writing#deltarune au#fool's fate#undertale au#undertale ish#spamton#Jeanie
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Do you think you'd be able to write a hurt/comfort for aran x influencer reader who's got a backhanded compliment thrown at her during an interview she did? Ending can be a smut or fluff it's up to you <33
‘ MY KIND OF WOMAN. ‘
— aran has a problem when one of the reporters says something about you.
you sat at the table with an interviewer in one of those large white rooms with a camera crew and two chairs. you sit next to a woman wearing all black — you in stark contrast with pink and white attire. you were told this interview would be about your personal life and experiences growing up who you were, and you were beyond excited.
“so y/n, glad to have you here!” the camera panned to you, you waved at the camera and gave a sweet smile, turning back to the interviewer. “i’m your host, jeanie, and today we’ll be interviewing miss. y/n about her trials and victories as an influencer!” she smiles. as the interview goes on, she asks you questions about your life and how you see your future. things were going well until she asked you about aran.
“i know things must be hard having a boyfriend like aran. i mean, look at him and look at you!” jeanie giggles, putting her palm face up and jutting it in your direction. your eyebrows crease in confusion. “what do you mean by that?” you ask, starting to get up from your seat. “oh no, i just mean that he’s so good looking you must feel insecure sometimes!” you heave a sigh and walk out with a “y’all got me fucked up.” you take your phone out your purse and call aran.
‘hey baby.’
‘aran, they got me fucked up. come get me.’
‘what happened? i’m on my way.’
you hung up the phone and waited for aran to get there — while waiting you decided to post a tweet about your current situation.
y/n’sinterlude
these reporters got me fucked up if they think they finna talk shit then have me sit there and take it 🤡
aran pulls up in his hellcat and you get in the car — throwing you purse on the floor. “woah, baby, i paid almost four hunnid for that purse.” aran chuckles, immediately shutting up when he sees your glare at him. “but seriously, what’s wrong, baby?” aran asks, putting his hand on your thigh and driving away. you scroll on twitter for a minute before answering. “baby, they in there playing with my time.” you said, turning your phone off and throwing it on your lap. “tell me what happened.” aran says, turning the corner.
“so ole’ girl was in there talking to me about my life or whatever, then she asked be about our relationship. at first i’m like ‘okay?’ but then she started speaking about how insecure i must be ‘cause i’m with you. so i left they ass.” you explained, smearing fenty lipgloss on your lips. “damn. i gotchu, mama.” aran says, pulling into the driveway of your house. “whatchu mean?” you ask, getting out the car and opening the front door — aran trailing behind you. “i mean i gotchu. don’t worry ‘bout it.” he says, pulling you into you twos bedroom and pushing you onto the bed. you giggle and pull aran down into a kiss.
“i’m gon’ get you right, mama.” aran says in your ear, trailing down to your cunt. “aran..” you whine, arching your back. “jus’ let me take care of you, okay?” he says, his hot breath ghosting on your clit. “okay…” you mumble. aran licks a strip along your pussy, earning a moan from you, and delves his tongue inside of you. aran nudges his nose against your clit as your hand flys to the back of his head, forcing him deeper into your warm cunt. “right there, baby! i’m finna cum!” you warned him before you eventually gushed onto the bottom half of his face. aran slurped up the cum and rose above you, a dopey grin on his face. “taste so good.” aran laughed airily while pulling his dick out his boxers — hitting just in the middle of his belly button with a soft thud.
“y’know what to do, baby. on yo stomach, make sure you arch real good.” aran says. you flip over and arch your back, your hands under the pillow that your faced was shoved in. aran ran his tip along the slit of your pussy for a minute before slowly pushing in, letting out low grunts. “ah shit…just fucked you on tuesday, why you not lettin’ me in?” he asks, holding your hips. “‘m sorry, papa..” you whined, pushing your hips back. “aht, i gotchu.” he hushed you, finally bottoming out. you noticed aran didn’t move for a while, you looked back to see aran on his phone, the flashlight on presumably taking a video. “aran!” you groaned in annoyance. he chuckled and hushed you — finally fucking you like you deserved. “my baby so pretty.” aran mumbled, caressing your plush ass. “you so deep, papa…” you groaned, drool rolling down your chin and into the pillow. “i know. you real close, too. i can feel yo pretty pussy getting tighter.” aran laughs. you eventually came so hard your eyesight started getting splotchy and you heard ringing in your ears. “mhm..” aran hummed, his dick shooting cum into your womb. aran ends the video and opens twitter — his dick still inside of you — and he posts the video with a caption of “she don’t seem too insecure to me.” and he watched as the video blew up.
“aran, baby, whatchu doin’?” you ask, looking back at him. “nun.”
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you know, the Horrible Histories "Victorian names were WEIRD!!!!" skit leaves out some important info on some of the names (assisted by Ancestry.com searches):
Lettice Berger: "Lettice" was an anglicization of the Roman name "Leticia." Berger is just a normal German surname. Yes, they had the word "lettuce," and I'm sure the similarities occurred to them. But nobody named their child "lettuce" like the vegetable.
O.K. Johnson: Probably just the kid's initials. "O.K." as a slang term was invented in 1830s Boston, but without any evidence of when little O.K. lived (they don't cite any sourced for these names, how convenient), it's impossible to tell whether it would have crossed the pond by the time he was born.
Never [they pronounce the surname Rookrook]: I found a LOT of Nevers in the UK with Indian surnames. So uh. There's that. And a lot of census records online seem to have notes written by the census-taker mislabeled as names- "never opens door" was one I noticed. Just saying. I also found multiple "NEVA Rook" census entries- which probably would have been pronounced "NEE-vah" but sounds like "Never" with a British accent if you tilt your head and squint.
Toilet: Surprisingly common modern misreading of "Violet" on 19th-century censuses with bad handwriting.
Baboon: Found one census where it's a misreading of "Barbara;" others were non-Anglo names like Baban, Babyon, Babboni, etc.
Susan Semolina-Thrower: That's just two unfortuate surnames, I'm guessing? I can't find their sources, again, but I do find a lot of records of "Semolina" as a surname in the UK during the 19th century. The poor parents had no control over that, did they?
Happy: ...yeah, it's a virtue name. And? How is that weirder than Faith, Hope, Grace, Patience, Prudence, etc?
Evil: Another census misreading- usually "Evie."
Minty Badger: "Minty" is short for Araminta/Aminta/Arminta. Still sounds like a Discworld character, but nothing would sound normal with "Badger" as a surname. Araminta Badger at least makes more sense to modern ears, though.
Freezer Breezer: Breezer was a real surname, and parents can be cruel. I don't doubt that- my dad went to school with an "Emily Memily." that being said...I did find a "Fred R. Breezer" born in 1873 in England; see above re: census misreadings. Just throwing that out there. I found it as a corruption/misspelling of "Fraser/Frasier" too.
Scary Looker: I actually found this one. It was a misreading of "Jeany" on a census- the girl's name was Jane Looker, born 1841 in Lancashire to John and Elizabeth Looker. Nice research there, team.
Farting Clack: Fasting Clack or Clark, born 1863 in London. Another lovely misreading from the census. True "Fasting Clark" is not NOT a weird name, but it's a lot less horrible than "Farting Clack" and it makes sense under the Hyper-Christian Parents category.
Princess Cheese was real, not a nickname, and not a misreading or misspelling. Princess May Cheese was born in 1896 in West Bromwich. She married one John T. Brookes in 1914- possibly eager to no longer be a Cheese?
Multiple people really have been christened Bovril, most notably one Bovril Simpson, married in West Ham in 1911.
Incredibly, Raspberry/Rasberry/Roseberry is a real given name, and Lemon a real surname. Most people named Raspberry seem to have been men.
So that's only three of their Wacky Victorian Names that are actually 100% real. Nice job, there, team. I love Ghosts, but get your collective act together!
(They did once have a skit insisting that Victorians called trousers "the southern necessity" when that's actually a phrase from the writings of famously terrible 19th-century author Amanda McKittrick Ros, whose work her contemporaries loved poking fun at. So I shouldn't be surprised)
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So I did end up getting my old blog (@thedancingcostumeyoungadult) back but I'm kinda enjoying a fresh start so I think I'm just gonna move to this blog permanently.
A big reason for this is that it gives me a chance to rework and reedit my fics in ways I've been wanting to do for a while.
What this means is that I'm gonna start with my shorter stuff, like ask requests and small oneshots, so I can post those while I'm working on the bigger ones like Solstice and A Season for Lovers.
My old blog will stay up, but I will rarely be active on it.
ILY all, and I'm excited to build this new blog with you!
#wait why am i a lil emo rn#I'm actually really excited to reedit a lot of my stuff bc I love everything I've done I just wanna touch it up#and bring it to the standard i now hold my writing to#Jeanie writes 2.0#Jeanie talks 2.0#stoner--spence
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