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rahhhbananas · 11 months

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✭ ✭ ✭ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 ✭ ✭ ✭ ft. miles morales (1610 & 42)

summary. Once Miles arrives on Earth-42, he goes to visit “his” boyfriend.

warning(s). He/Him pronouns, violence, foul language

a/n. Girl that’s not meee!!! 😫

“What the hell was that...?”

Y/n lowered the volume of the TV, straining his neck to catch a glimpse of his dimly lit room. Miles stumbled into the living room, drenched in rain, his eyes wide with a hint of panic. Y/n let out a sigh of relief. "Man, Miles, you nearly gave me a heart attack." Y/n walked toward his slightly trembling boyfriend, a small smile forming on his face. "You took out your braids? Well, I'm definitely not doing them again." Miles frowned, his eyes welling up with tears. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with genuine remorse. Y/n looked at him, perplexed. "Sorry? For what?" Miles continued, disregarding Y/n's question. "I'm sorry for being careless, for neglecting you. I should have cherished what we had, but I got caught up with Gwen, and it cost me something important. I'm so sorry..." Miles's voice trailed off, tears coming down his face. Y/n stared at his boyfriend in disbelief before bursting into laughter, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Miles, baby, what telenovelas have you been watching? And who the hell is Gwen...?" Y/n settled back onto the couch, motioning for Miles to join him.

Miles looked at Y/n, confusion etched on his face. "You don't remember? The huge fight we had?" he asked, clearly puzzled. Y/n whipped away the tears. "Miles, the only thing we've argued about in the past few weeks is which flavor of cake we should make... I don't remember any major fight." Y/n picked up the remote, flipping through the channels, skipping his favorite show since he knew Miles didn't enjoy it. "Wait, go back. I love this show," Miles exclaimed, grabbing the remote from Y/n's hand. Now, it was Y/n's turn to be surprised. "What! No, Miles, you literally threw a bagel at me the last time I put this on!" Y/n chuckled. "A bagel? What is with me and throwing bagels...?” Miles muttered, "Was it at least buttered?" Y/n rolled his eyes, getting up and heading to the kitchen. "I'm getting popcorn. If you're really into this show, we'll be here for a while." Miles nodded, satisfied with the response.

While waiting for the popcorn, Y/n decided to browse through his phone when a text from Miles popped up. Y/n glanced at the living room and smiled before focusing on the text:

Mi Tesoro❤️💋

Who you with?

Y/n I know you see this.

You fr ignorin me?

😐

Y/n remained frozen, staring at the text for exactly three minutes, desperately hoping it was some kind of twisted joke. Snapping back to reality, Y/n looked down at the message and quickly gave a response.

Mi Tesoro❤️💋

Is this a joke?

Miles. I’m with you rn

Mi Tesoro❤️💋

Why would I joke abt this? 😑

I’m with my Uncle Aaron rn

Does he look exactly like me?

Get away from him until I get there

Before Y/n could hit send, "Miles" entered the kitchen, questioning the delay. "What's taking you so long? Is the microwave not working?" "Miles" peered through the transparent part, trying to get a glimpse of what was happening. Y/n swiftly grabbed his phone, retreating a few steps, attempting to avoid any suspicion. "Uh, yeah, maybe you can fix it? I need to use the bathroom," Y/n replied, never taking his eyes off the impostor. Once out of "Miles'" sight, Y/n rushed toward the bathroom. "Damn it, why didn't I grab a knife!" Y/n cursed, making sure to lock the door behind him. "Is this one of them Mandela catalogue shits? Oh, please, let it not be!" Y/n whispered anxiously, crawling into the bathtub and opening his phone to find multiple notifications from Miles.

Mi Tesoro❤️💋

Hello???

Y/n

Answer me

Where is he?

Are you hiding?

Get something to defend yourself

It’s gonna alright, I swear

I’m hiding

Are you almost here?

Miles?

Y/n’s thumbs hovered over the screen, his hands trembling. His mind going blank, until he heard a knock at the bathroom door. A voice came from the other side, “Babe?” Y/n got up, putting his ear to the door “Miles?” The voice on the other side responded “Who else? You doing good in there?” Y/n noticed the lack of Miles’ accent, so he crossed out the option that it was his Miles. He still decided to play it off until his Miles gets here “Y-yeah…I just feel a little sick, that’s all. I’ll be out in a minute.” He heard a hum from the other side, “Alright. You aren’t mad about that thing, are you?” Y/n furrows his brows, “N-no, I told you I don’t even remember it…”.

"Miles" chuckled. "Alright, hurry up. We're already halfway through an episode," Y/n nodded, listening to the fading sound of footsteps. A notification caught his attention—a text from the real Miles.

Mi Tesoro❤️💋

we’re here

wya?

I’m in the bathroom

Good

Stay there

I’ll come get you

Y/n followed the instructions, remaining inside the bathroom. He tried to calm his racing thoughts, finding solace in the fact that Miles was strong and capable of handling weird situations. After all, he had chosen to date Y/n, so he must possess some level of resilience. Opening the conversation with Miles, Y/n scrolled through their messages, a twinge of worry still lingering in his chest. What if Miles couldn't handle this? "I shouldn't be thinking like this," Y/n muttered, attempting to push the negative thoughts aside.

Another voice echoed from the other side of the door, calling out to Y/n. "Y/n, Bebé, are you in there?" It was Miles. Relief washed over Y/n, as he quickly opened the door to see his boyfriend. Without hesitation, Y/n pulled Miles into a tight hug, tears of joy streaming down his face. "Oh my god! You have no idea how scared I was. I thought he were one of those creepy anomalies that impersonate people." Miles returned the embrace, looking at Y/n with a puzzled expression. "The ones from TikTok?" He chuckled, finding humor in Y/n's paranoia. Y/n nodded, lifting his head from Miles' shoulder. "I can't believe I kissed a complete stranger..." Y/n sighed, still in disbelief. Miles pulled back slightly, his frown evident. "You did what?" he questioned. Y/n quickly backtracked, "Nothing... Just forget it." Pulling Miles back into the warm hug, Y/n chose to ignore the current gaze Miles directed at him.

“We’re gonna talk about that.”

“No we aren’t.”

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kat651 · 3 months

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elves having sensitive ears (pt 2)

Celeborn:

he slumped into a seat and ran his fingers through his long white hair, pushing it out of his face as he let out a long sigh and looked down at the document in his hands, scanning the content.

Celeborn pushed his hair from his face again and it fell and he sighed, clearly he’d had a long day.

his hair continued to fall in his face, agitating him more and more. You chucked and walked over, pulling his hair out of his face before becoming mesmerized by the softness.

Celeborn glanced at you before looking back at the document. You smiled and tucked his hair behind his ear, causing him to drop the document and grab your wrists gently.

“y/n, the ears of and elf are far more sensitive than you could ever imagine…”

your face heated up. “I’m sorry!”

Celeborn gave you a soft smile. “I never said I didn’t like it…”

Haldir:

you came up behind him as he was sharpening his sword, this was the only time you could ever catch him off his guard.

you pulled the hair from his face and placed a kiss on his cheek.

you watched his lips go into an o shape before he fixed his composure. “I assume your prepared for war then?”

“war? Why are you always so seriou-” next thing you knew you where in his lap, his lips on yours and sword long forgotten.

“if anyone sees me like this, I’ll never live it down…” he mumbled as he fell onto his back in the soft grass, tour lips still on his.

your arms went around his neck, getting lost on his hair. Your lips left his and blazed a trail up his jaw until you reached his pointed ear, nipping at it playfully. he grabbed the back of your shirt in two fistfuls and let out a whine that he tried to suppress.

you knew instantly that you’d found his weak spot and planed on using it against him when needed.

pt one here

#celeborn #x reader #kat651 #lord of the rings #lotr #cute #haldir x you #haldir x reader #haldir fanfiction #haldir of lorien #haldir #celeborn x reader #Elves #tolkien elves #ears #elf ears #pt 2

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jbsrainbowstrap · 28 days

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She’s incorrigible really. 👅

#julien baker #pt 2

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princessmaybank · 3 months

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Crazy JJ Sex Dream PT2

Pairings: Gentle!Dom!JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, Blindfold, teasing, oral (Fem receiving), unprotected p in v, nicknames, creampie, slight Choking, hair pulling, ass slap, etc.

Summary: JJ asks Y/N to tell him about her dream and wants to play a game.

Authors Note: Sorry this took so long, I wanted to make it good for you all!

If you haven't read PT1:

Crazy JJ Sex Dream PT1

"So what's this game, Maybank?" I asked, honestly kinda flustered. This man was so hot and he was on his knees in front of me. Obviously my head was racing with thoughts of everything he could possibly do in that position.

"So you are gonna tell me this dream, but you have to keep your eyes closed for me. At all times. Can you do that for me doll?" He said looking very serious, I only nodded. "Lay on the bed." Obviously I complied. "Alright, here's something to make sure you don't open your eyes. Okay relax and tell me about your dream." He said while he tied a bandana around my eyes.

JJ's POV

Fuck. I'm already hard and she's not even naked yet. I could see that she didn't understand where this was going, but to any dirty minded outsider, it was pretty obvious. "You can start whenever baby, just be very detailed and don't leave anything out. Go very slowly, take your time to think. We aren't in any hurry." I smirked but she had no idea.

"Uhm okay, I'm not sure where to start..this is a little awkward JJ.." I could tell she was nervous. "Don't be scared baby, I am not going to judge you. Pretend like you aren't saying it to me. Pretend you are telling someone else." I rubbed her thigh in a comforting way which made her jump at first. When I didn't remove my hand and began rubbing the inside of her thigh, I noticed that her breath hitched.

"Whenever you're ready." I never stop moving my hand.

"So, we were at the annual back to school bonfire, all the pogues were there and we were all having fun. You and I were dancing and drinking together all night, just enjoying ourselves." She paused to think. "Then it got later into the night and I told you I was cold, so you gave me your jacket to keep me warm." I wasn't wearing a jacket right now, even if I was, it would be a weird thing to start off with. I decided I'd lay next to her with my arms wrapped around her, trying to keep her warm. This clearly fogged her brain for a minute but she started back up with no questions. "Then-" her breath hitched again, I must have some power over her that I never noticed before. "Then what baby?" I asked while caressing her arm. "Then we started to kiss...a lot" I wanted to kiss her, so badly, but I didn't want to pause her story. One little kiss won't hurt. I threw my leg over her hips and hovered her, lowering my face so our lips could meet. She jumped a little but didn't pull away. She enjoyed it as much as I did.

When I pulled away she continued. "You whispered in my ear and asked if I wanted to go back to the chateau with you. When we got back you took me to the guest bedroom and laid me on the bed." She explained. How convenient, we were in the guest bedroom.

"You started to kiss and suck on the sweet spots on my neck." So I did just that. I heard a small whimper escape from her lips. I removed my lips from her neck for a moment "keep going baby, I'm listening." I could tell she also liked that, her hips twitched upwards a little from my comment. "Uhm- at that p-point, you started to take my shorts off." I smirked against her neck. "anything else princess?" I asked, reaching down with one hand unbuttoning and unzipping her pants after reattaching my lips to her sweet spot, sucking until I knew there would be a mark. "Also- m-my pantiesss.." She slurred out. I was making this beautiful girl feel so good.

I did as she said, leaving her bottom half exposed, waiting for my next cue. "You took off my top next, and stood there for a few moments to admire me." She stated, trying to sound more comfortable and confident. Once again I did as she said. Damn this woman was amazing. Breathtaking. Gorgeous. Outstanding. She was just sitting in front of me, exposed and helpless. "Your lips traveled all over my body, you placed small kisses that tickled wherever you wanted to place them." My lips made their way to her pretty titties, placing kisses all over them. I knew she didn't say anything about licking or sucking, but I couldn't control myself. My tongue ran circles around her nipples, tickling, nipping, and sucking when I got the chance. I started kissing down her stomach, heading to the place my lips want to rest most.

"Th-the-then you gave me a heavy and sloppy kiss." Of course I did, why wouldn't I cockblock myself in her dream? My hand found the bulge in my pants and I lightly palmed at myself. I crawled up to give her the kiss that she had described and it caused her to moan. "After that y-you-" She was clamming up. "Tell me baby, no need to be embarrassed, I'm here to make you feel good." I said as I rubbed my hands up and down her hips. "y-you- traveled down and placed your head between my legs." I knew what she meant, but I wanted her to say it, so I sat there, with my head between her legs, staring at her beautiful plump pussy. My hand found my bulge again. She wiggled her hips in my face, you could tell she needed it. I blew on her pussy teasing her even more, she made a sound that clearly said she was annoyed.

"Please Jayj-" She whined. Fuuuck. That turned me on so bad. "Say it pretty girl, what do you need me to do to you?" Her mouth fell open with a moan.

If I would let her take that blindfold off, she would have done it by now. I sat and continued looking back and forth between that beautiful face and her delicate little flower. "You-u ate me out." She sounded slightly embarrassed. She had nothing to worry about. I was going to take good care of her.

I dipped my head between her thighs and began to tease her. I kissed all around but I wouldn't touch any of her sensitive spots. She was going crazy for me, I could tell she just wanted my tongue already.

My tongue met her sensitive bud and flicked back and forth until I felt her back arch. She still had to tell the rest of the story. I was polite enough to remove my mouth from her delicious little pussy so she could continue telling me about her dream. "Tell me more baby, what else was happening?" I asked in a caring tone. This had to be the best day of my life.

"Uh-uhm from what I-I remember, you flipped me into doggystyle-" Before she finished her sentence I wanted to make sure she was ready for me. She was so easy to toss around. Fuck me. I wrapped my arms around her and flipped her onto her hands and knees. She sunk down to her stomach so her ass was in the air. I would be lying if I wasn't thinking about just skipping the rest of this shit to go to town on her, but luckily my horny ass, got what I wanted. "Then you just fucked me the rest of the time." My eyes lit up after she said that. I took my pants and underwear off then lined myself up with her entrance, but something was wrong.

I've been waiting so long for this but I wanted to do it right. "Are you sure you wanna do this Y/N? I don't want to make you do anything you'll regret. I know I should have asked earlier and I'm sor-" "Shut up and fuck me JJ!!!"

Damn that was enough for me. I slipped my dick inside of her, thankfully she was soaked from all this teasing. She whimpered from the sudden pleasure which caused me to tilt my head back and moan. I moved my hips back and forth slightly, causing a little bit of friction but it felt so good. I quickened my pace.

"Fuck you've been such a good girl for me. Telling me all the dirty things you dream of me doing to you. Now you're taking my cock like a good little slut." My hands grabbed onto her ass tightly, it helped me pull her back to meet me with more force. She was feeling good I could tell, she couldn't even respond. My hand left her ass cheek to grab her hair in a makeshift ponytail. I pulled it forcing her to sit up, her back was now against my chest. My other hand found her neck giving it slight pressure. I tilted her head to the side and nipped at her neck. "Who's my good little slut? Who's taking my huge fucking cock?" I ask panting in her ear. "Meee.." She whined out barely above a whisper. "Who's your daddy?" I started fucking her harder. "You are JJ." "Good girl."

I threw her back into doggystyle and continued pounding into her. I gave her ass a good slap which caused a lovely sound to escape her lips. "F-f-fuck JJ I'm almost the-there." "Me too princess, just a little longer."

I flipped her into missionary, I wanted to see the beautiful face she makes when she releases. I reached down and caressed her cheek, after removing her blindfold, never stopping my pace. "Look at me pretty girl. I wanna see those pretty eyes roll back into your head." I was gentle with her now. We had our fun but she means so much to me. I don't want this to be a one time thing, and I want it to be more than this.

"JJ I can't hold it back anymore!" She squirmed and moaned. I plowed into her a few more times to get to my high faster. "Fuck I'm almost there." Just a second longer. "Cum in me JJ.." Oh fuck.

"Okay let go baby.." We both came at the same time. I moved my dick back and forth slowly in her pussy to ease us through our highs.

I slipped my dick out of her and looked at all of my cum leaking out of her, well and her own, but damn, it was hot, I was almost hard again.

I took care of her, I wiped up our mess and got into bed with her. We cuddled for a little while, almost falling asleep. "I loved that dream babygirl, thank you for letting me experience that with you." I kissed her temple. When she didn't respond I looked down and saw that she was sleeping. I held her closer and fell asleep with her. I don't see what was so 'crazy' about that 'sex dream'. Seemed pretty awesome to me.

#jj maybank #outer banks #obx fic #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank smut #obx x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybank imagine #smut prompts #crazy jj sex dream #crazy jj sex dream pt 2 #pt 2 #finally here

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k1ance-a-lot · 7 months

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Devotion 🌹

#klance #voltron #fanart #vld fanart #keith kogane #lance mcclain #art #sailor moon #sailor mercury #sailor mars #voltron au #pt 2

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whiskeyghoul · 4 months

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Green green dress || [Spencer Reid x F!Reader] Pt.2

A/N: Enjoy the longest chapter I have written thus far. I didn’t want to split it up into two parts but this is a long one as you can tell by the word count. I personally love it though, I am so happy with how it turned out and I hope everyone enjoys it. If you do please like and reblog to share.

Read pt.1 here

Tags: Spencer is a munch, this is just smut, plot what plot?, shameless behavior, that boy is whipped, p in v, unprotected p in v.

Wordcount: 3.8K (are we ready to rumble?)

Dinner at David’s had gone over really well, the food was delicious as usual. Pork with lentils, he had explained it as an Italian tradition to ring in good fortune for the new year. You had sat next to Spencer, who so graciously had pulled out your chair for you to sit. Dinner was served and you chatted away the night, interrupted with bites of the wonderful food and sips from the red wine that paired beautifully with everything on the table. You had been in an interesting conversation with JJ who had sat across from you, Will by her side, when you felt a hand on your lower thigh. Slowly slipping up the side slit, under your dress. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over towards Spencer, who was innocently conversing with Aaron. Quickly clearing your throat, trying to remain calm as you felt him graze his fingernails over your nylon stockings, closer and closer to the upper edge. Further up your dress than you would have deemed proper in any situation, especially with your colleagues around. Looking back to JJ, trying to continue your conversation like before. A flush dared its way onto your neck as Spencer started to trail his hand up and down your inner thigh languidly. His hand meeting where your stocking ended and your skin started. His finger hooking under the edge as he grazed the circumference.

Quickly, your lips found the wine glass, taking a swig of the red wine to hopefully relieve some of the heat starting to swirl its way throughout your body. Your left hand traveled under the table and placed it over Spencer’s to halt his movements. You didn’t necessarily want him to stop, but rather pause it until the both of you got home. Instead of stopping he flattened his hand against your skin, his light touches turning to a squeeze of your thigh. You bit your tongue, not wanting to give anything away in case the other profilers at the table noticed what was going on. Your hand squeezed Spencer’s, causing him to finally interrupt his conversation with Aaron to look at you. You met his eyes, a warning look directed his way. “Are you feeling alright? You look kind of flushed.” Spencer stated, you could see a glint of mischief in his eyes as he spoke. “I think I just need some fresh air.” You stated as you scooted your chair back to stand up. Spencer let go of your thigh, hand quickly falling to his side. You got up, readjusting your dress as you excused yourself from your colleagues. “Let me get you a glass of water.” Spencer got up himself, heading to the kitchen as you walked to the patio. You didn’t need a glass of water, but you didn’t object to him. You knew, when you were together on the patio you could tell him off.

Stepping outside was nice, the air was cool on your skin and wind ruffled your hair. Taking a deep breath did feel nice in the chilly air. The patio door slipped open and closed behind you, signaling Spencer had come to give you your glass of water. You turned to face him. He was holding a small glass, not holding it out to you but just kept it to himself. “Spencer. You can’t do that when we’re with our friends. If they saw, we would never hear the end of it.” You scolded slightly. He had been incredibly touchy all evening and Derek had made a comment already about how much PDA Spencer had been showing. He liked to tease your boyfriend about how whipped he was for you. Spencer wasn’t really helping his case this evening. “They already do. Besides, you are looking absolutely stunning and it’s taking way too long for us to get home. Dinner ended half an hour ago.” Spencer objected as he took a step closer to you. He set the glass of water on the side table that stood out on the patio. Freeing both his hands to grasp your hips and pulling you closer.

A small gasp escaped your lips as you were pulled against him suddenly. “Spencer, we can’t just leave straight after dinner. It would have been rude.” You explain, trying not to get lost in his touch. His hands wandered from your hips to your ass, grasping through the velvet to mold you to his body. “It’s rude that you walk around in this… dress.” He sounded almost frustrated as he spoke. Putting extra emphasis on the word dress. “You expect me to act normal when all I have been able to think about is you. How good you look, how sexy you look. When Derek looked at you all I could think about was how much I want to keep you all to myself.” He rambles off. It hit you then and there just how desperate Spencer was, the effect the dress had on him, the effect you had on him. You opened your mouth, wanting to speak but being cut off by Spencer for the second time that evening. His lips molding to yours, tongue invading in moments to press against yours. You reciprocated his kiss enjoying the taste of his lips mixed with the remnants of dessert from before.

After a few seconds you pulled away, catching your breath for a moment. Spencer didn’t let up, kissing down your neck like it was his one purpose. “Spencer, please just, let me think for a moment.” You pleaded as he continued his onslaught. His lips on your skin were always intoxicating. He had memorized all the spots that made you weak in the knees. “Just, come home with me.” He muttered against your skin as his lips moved up to your ear. His left hand cradled the back of your head as he sucked the skin where your jaw ended. His cologne wafted up, enveloping your senses, clouding your mind even further. “Alright, alright.” You held back a moan as he sucked a bruise into your skin. You felt his lips curl into a smile, his feelings of triumph clear. He pulled away from your neck, pressing his lips to yours again, softer this time. His eyes filled with a puppy like joy as he seemed to get excited to leave. “We should at least say goodbye. Make up a lie that you’re not feeling well.” Spencer started, grabbing your hand and leading you back inside.

Your entrance to the dining room was quick, Spencer already walking along to grab your jackets as you explained you weren’t feeling well. Assuring David that it wasn’t his cooking. Lying that you felt sick before coming and it had been the reason you had arrived late. Penelope had a certain look of concern, wishing you a speedy recovery and to feel better soon. JJ on the other hand, had a sly smirk on her lips as she caught on to the real reason you were leaving. Spencer returned, helping you into your jacket and ushering you out the door with a final goodbye to the team. Well wishes were called out as you left. The car ride to Spencer’s apartment was quiet mostly. Spencer had his hand on your thigh whenever he could. Once at the apartment building he had his arm around you the entire walk up. Already trying to slip off your jacket before even reaching the front door. You tried to shakily insert the key into the lock, twisting it open before nearly falling into the entrance way. Spencer had you pressed up against the wall before you were able to turn the lights on. His hands were everywhere, as if they had been itching to touch you all evening. Like he hadn’t done so already. Your hands moved to his shoulders, forcing the jacket off his frame as he mimicked your actions. The articles hit the floor with a soft rustle

His hand slipped under the slit of your dress, reaching up to grab everywhere he couldn’t touch before. Smooth hands trailing up your thighs, fingers hooking under your garter belt, unclipping them from your stockings. His hand pushed into your stocking, you could hear the delicate nylon rip, thanking your past self for getting a cheap pair. Your hands were in Spencer’s hair, cupping his head and pulling his face towards yours. Mouth finding his in a heated kiss. The soft curls slipping between your fingers. Spencer moved both hands to right under the swell of your ass, pulling you up until he lifted you off the ground. You got the memo, wrapping your legs around him to allow him to carry you away from the wall to wherever he wanted you.

You were able to kick off your heels as Spencer walked you to the couch. The thud of your shoes hitting the ground sounds throughout the room. Your lips wandered from his, peppering his jaw with open mouthed kisses. A nibble here and there to tease. He groaned softly, from the back of his throat, like he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Gently, he lowered you onto the couch, sitting on his knees as he placed you on the edge. He looked at you, big brown eyes never leaving yours. Filled with such devotion and admiration. His lips were parted, beautifully pink as he breathed softly but labored. Pushing the velvet of your dress up until it piled up around your waist, exposing matching emerald lace panties and a garter belt. The straps that kept your stockings in place hanging down to the sides uselessly. His hands started at the edge of your panties. Slowly, gingerly, moving down and sliding the stockings down your legs with his movements. Goosebumps trailing behind his touch.

Once the nylon piled on the floor Spencer’s hands moved up again. Up the back of your calves, to the sides of your thighs before he got to your hips. Your dress fell down slightly, covering the top edge of your panties back up. Though not for long. Although Spencer seemed to want to keep the dress on for as long as possible it seemed to be in his way. His hands pushed up the dress further as he simultaneously pushed you to lean back into the couch. Hips still teetering on the edge of the couch but at least this way the dress wouldn’t be in his way. “God, you look so beautiful. So perfect.” Spencer whispered as he leaned closer to you. His hands moving back down to your hips and starting to slowly pull down your panties. Exposing your already wet pussy to the slightly cool air. He kissed you, your hands moving to cup his face and hold him close. You didn’t want to break the kiss, needing him close and wanting to keep tasting him. “I need you Spencer.” You whimpered against his lips. Your legs wrapping around him absentmindedly. Like they were supposed to be there.

“You said you’ll do anything I want.” Spencer pulled away from the kiss, eyes meeting yours, quoting your words back to you. “I did.” You reply, nodding your head ever so slightly. “I want you to lay still and be pretty for me. I want you to enjoy everything I will be doing to you. I want to hear you, every little noise of pleasure.” Spencer whispered, his eyes full of need. God you could drown in those eyes. You nodded your head again. The atmosphere was different from other times. It felt more charged, more electric. Spencer smiled, his hands made quick work of adjusting your position. Placing your legs over his shoulders, arms wrapping around so his hands lay on your pubic bone, right above the trimmed hair.

The position caused him to be face to face with your exposed pussy. He blew softly on your clit, the air causing a gentle shiver to move through your body. There was a certain extra sensitivity to you. Spencer’s eyes landed on the glistening wetness forming on your folds. You watched him lick his lips as he took a deep breath through his nose before he moved down. Starting at your pubic bone he slowly kissed downward. You moved slightly, urging him to give you some of the relief you needed. The heat in your body was growing, the want only increasing. Spencer let out a soft chuckle, it sent some vibrations through your skin but was nowhere near where you wanted it to be. “Spencer, stop teasing.” Your voice sounded whiney, desperate even. “How can I say no to you?” Spencer answered seconds before his tongue trailed a languid stripe up your pussy. A moan breached your lips as you finally had some friction applied to your sensitive clit.

Spurred on by the sounds you were making Spencer wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves interchangeably. He was doing anything in his power to elicit sounds from you. Your hand traveled to his hair, grasping at the soft strands to keep him going. Softly pulling at it to urge him to continue. Your tugs at his hair caused a groan to be pulled from him, sending vibrations through your pussy only heightening your pleasure. "F-fuck, Spence. Feels so good.” You moaned, moving your hips to meet him and feel more of the delicious pleasure.

Spencer watched you intently as he continued to go down, one of his hands leaving your pelvic bone to trail down. You felt his finger part your folds, gathering some of the combined slickness of his saliva and your juices. He inserted it easily, your arousal making it effortless. He curled his finger inside, hitting that spongy spot that sent shivers throughout you. Wanton moans and praises fell from your lips as you felt your climax build. Spencer added another finger unexpectedly. You pulled his hair in response, unable to form words but needing to show just how close you were. “Come for me, I want to taste all of it.” Spencer pulled away for a moment to speak those words before he continued his onslaught on your clit. The combined efforts of his hand and mouth finally pushing you over the edge.

The orgasm hit you like a wave, noises stuck in your throat as you felt your walls clench around Spencer’s fingers. Your hips bucked almost involuntarily and your thighs tightened around his head. Holding him in place as you rode out your orgasm. When finally the pleasure subsided you were left a panting mess. A muscle in your leg twitching ever so slightly leaving it shaking. You let go of Spencer, who sat up straighter and looked you over in your disheveled state. His hair was a mess, his lips and chin still covered in your juices shone in the dim light of the room. You watched him lick his lips. He seemed satisfied with his work though not satisfied sexually. That hunger still lingered in his eyes.

Your eyes glanced downward. The bulge straining in his pants looked uncomfortable, all that pressure couldn’t be doing anything good for him. Spencer, apparently noticing your look, smirked. “Already wanting more?” He teased his hands finding their way back to your waist. He moved you so you could feel his hard-on against your still sensitive pussy. A soft whimper escaped your lips as he ground his hips into you. The seam of his pants, rough against you, was just too much. The emptiness inside you begged to be filled by him. “Take ‘em off. I want to feel you.” you pleaded, putting on the best puppy eyes you could muster in your post bliss state. Spencer grinned softly, leaning in closer. His lips barely ghosting over yours. “You know I can't say no to you. Especially when you look like this.” He whispered before kissing you once, twice before he sat up straighter again. His hands left your hips and you could hear the clink of his belt unbuckling. Another rush of excitement flowed through your body. You already knew Spencer would do anything you asked, if you asked nicely, but to hear him say it was a whole nother thing. He couldn’t resist you. Like you were his own personal vice he did not even try to resist.

His hands were fast, trying to get himself out of his pants. Your eyes followed his hand as he gave himself a few strokes as he finally released his erection from his pants. The groan that tumbled from his lips was pornographic. You could see the relief on his face at finally being freed from its confines. Your hand reached out to his tie, grabbing it and gently pulling him forward by it. Giving him a nudge in the right direction, if you will. You felt the tip push against your wet entrance, already wanting and waiting for him. Spencer used his hand to guide his cock into your waiting pussy, slowly pushing in, making sure you felt every inch going inside of you. It was torturous pleasure the way he was sinking in so slow. When he fully pushed inside you Spencer groaned again, from the back of his throat, it was needy and lust filled. He stayed still for a second. Basking in the feeling of you around him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, your walls clenching around him.

“I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you in this dress. All evening. I've only been thinking of this.” He said, letting his hand wander up your dress until it reached your breasts. Massaging your left breast through the soft fabric. You practically mewled at his touch. He dipped his head down, placing a kiss on your sternum, between the hills of your chest. Before he started to gently suck on the skin, creating a small bruise only meant for his eyes. He looked at you, at your dress that had ridden up to your waist, your disheveled hair, at the dark red mark he'd sucked into your chest, just how perfect you looked for him.

When he started to move it took you by surprise. From the way he had pushed in and taken the time to look you over like you were his world. You somewhat expected him to take it slower than usual. Spencer did pull back slowly, but when he snapped his hips forward with speed and accuracy it made you gasp out in surprise. He hit that spot inside of you that sent ripples of pleasure throughout your body. “Oh, fuck. Spence.” You cried out as Spencer repeatedly thrust into you. Your grasp on his tie tightening as he pounded into you with vigor. Each thrust punctuated with the sound of skin hitting each other. Your lips parted to allow each whine and moan to pass. You knew the thing Spencer loved most was hearing your sounds of pleasure. His name passes your lips in breathless pants.

His rhythm was merciless. Spencer’s left arm wrapping around to pull you closer against him, his hand slipping under the fabric to touch your skin. The layers of bunched up clothing were hot. And even though you would rather take it off it seemed that Spencer was enjoying it to its fullest. His ragged breaths and groans indicate just the extent of his enjoyment. Whispered praises of “you feel so good.” and “so beautiful.” were heard between his groans though you were far enough to not be able to respond to his admirations. Especially when he moved his right hand to your pelvis. Thumb starting to rub your clit in figure eights. Adding pressure and stimulation that was bordering on overwhelming. He was fucking you like a man starved. Every time he hits that right spot inside of you causing white to flash before your eyes. He pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You let go of his tie, lacing your hands together behind his neck to pull him in for a kiss. Or more like needing to moan into his mouth. He eagerly swallowed every noise, his tongue slipping against yours drawing out more.

You started moving your hips, meeting each of his thrusts as you got closer and closer. Using your legs anchored behind his back to draw him deeper with each thrust. Feeling that familiar knot in your lower stomach grow and tighten you knew it wouldn’t be long. And Spencer picked up on it immediately. “You're going to cum for me again, aren’t you?” He breathed, a satisfied smile on his face. He was awfully eloquent for a man who you knew was also bordering on hitting his climax. You knew by the way his dick was twitching inside of you, the way his rhythm would falter every few thrusts, the hoarseness in his voice, you knew exactly how to tell he was close. “‘M so close.” You managed to moan against his lips, tightening your arms around him. “I know, cum for me.” Spencer said as his pace didn’t let up. His thumb continued to rub your clit, speeding up ever so slightly. It sent you over the edge. Stars flashing before your eyes as the familiar waves of pleasure overtook you for the second time that night. White, hot pleasure. You couldn’t contain the loud moan that pushed through you, almost like a yell with its intensity.

He fucked you through it. Though his rhythm failed with your walls clenching around him so tightly. His hand left your clit in lieu of holding you tighter, fucking just to get himself off. He bowed down, his head in the crook of your neck as his hips stuttered to a slower halt. He groaned against your skin, sending vibrations through your skin as you felt the spurts of his spunk coat your insides. It was so hot. So incredibly full. With a few lazy thrusts he eventually pulled out, you could feel the slow drip of his cum falling out of you onto the leather couch but didn’t register it. Your eyes were focused on Spencer as he slowly sat up, heavy breaths as he raked his hands through his hair. Coming down from his high like you were. He looked so beautiful in the afterglow.

“I’m sorry, I made a mess.” He apologized as he looked you over. Eyes landing on your pussy overflowing with his cum. “You better clean it up then.” You answered, slowly sitting up with heavy limbs. “We’ll have to get you out of the dress.” He said with a slight hesitance. Like he did not want to see you in anything else ever again.

“Don’t worry. I think I will wear this dress more often.” You winked.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid smut #spencer reid is a munch #spencer reid fanfiction #plot what plot #pt 2

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wejustvibing · 2 months

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the king of the paddock (real)

#pt 2 #clearing out my drafts #lewis hamilton #f1

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#vampire #me #pt 2 #🥀#🖤

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2nd attempt to paint over this 😔🫶🏼

#wip #i’d love dimitri even if he was a worm #pt 2 #or how many times I used that tag idk LMAO #YIPPEE #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe3h dimitri #dimitri

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Just the Editor - pt. 2

summary: chris comes to get his sweater back after the edit session him and the reader had.

warning: idk, shit writing

requested.

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(two days after pt 1)

he’s all i can think about. his lips on mine ad i sit in his lap. what i wouldn’t give to be that close again. im scared to call, what if he’s not really interested? maybe im just another girl that he can fuck and dip.

i don’t want to be that.

fuck this, im just gonna call. i gotta play it cool though.

“ok” i say outloud to myself, in my shitty one bed apartment.

RING RING

RING RIN-

“Yo.”

that was fast.

“Hey chris.”

“Sup, goof?”

“I uh, I still got your sweatshirt. I dunno if you want it back or whatever.”

“Uh if you want to keep it that’s cool.”

“Nah im good you can have it back.”

does he want me to keep it?

“Oh, ok.” he sounds disappointed, “Should i come by and get it right now?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Alright send your lo and i’ll be there.”

“K, bye.”

i hang up before i could get a response.

that was awful, i feel awful. maybe he does like me. maybe im just overthinking it. no he could have literally anyone. he’s not gonna like some editor.

an hour goes by and i hear a knock at my door. i grab the sweatshirt and take it with me to the door expecting him to take it and leave, as i open the door i realize i was wrong.

“Hi.” his voice is gentle, he seems nervous.

“Hey?” i look down he’s holding bags of chick-fil-a.

“Can i come in?”

“Oh right, yeah.”

he walks in right by me with a faint smile. “I didn’t know what you liked so i got a few things.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem.” he pauses for a minute, i can tell he has something to say. “I uh, im sorry for the other day.”

i knew it, i knew i was just another fuck buddy.

“Oh it’s cool, i get it.”

“Get what?”

“You just needed to get off, right?”

“No. No, not at all.” he seems kinda offended. he looks down before continuing. “I like you, a lot. I thought that you’d get weirded out or some shit if i told you and in the heat of the moment i thought you liked me too.”

“Oh.”

that’s all i could manage to say.

“Look im sorry, ill just go home.” he starts to stand up but then i grab his hand and pull him back down towards me.

“Dont go. I like you too chris. I just dont want to be a booty call.”

“Never. I want you, only you.”

“Chris, im just the editor. You gotta know that im not special.”

“You are tho, you’re so sweet and pretty and ever since the other day your lips are all i can think about.” he grabs my face with both hands and pulls me closer to him. “I’ve always been scared of relationships, but for you, i want to try. I want you all to myself.”

“Ok.” i smile and hold his hands that still rest on my face. he leans in and kisses me.

“FUCK YEAH!”

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pt 1, love you🫶

#sturniolo triplets #requests are open #chris sturniolo #new writers on tumblr #reader insert #fanfics #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #pt 2 #cut the camera pod #x reader

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The Adventures of Bunny and Teds (Pt 2)

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, Pregnant!Reader, Unprotected P in V, Oral (Fem Rec), Insecure!Reader, Creampie, Aftercare

A/N: More of Bunny & Teddy?? Sign me up! Taking requests for the two of these guys so if you wanna see more of these two send me an ask! As always thank you @lfaewrites for looking this over <3

Part 1

“Yes bunny, to take care of you. To take care of us, the three of us.” You smile at him, your heart beating loudly in your chest as he leans down to kiss at your blotchy red cheeks.

“It’s always been you bunny..”

“Teddy, I love you..” you mumble as you cast your gaze to the ground, the sound of Eddie chuckling making your tummy flutter.

“Bunny, I love you. That’s what I'm sitting here saying. You’re everything to me. I think of life in 10 years and I see you, I see this baby and about 12 more running around some yard with a white picket fence, I see you in bed next to me, I see you stuck in every little detail of my life.”

“Come here Munson,” you breathe out, your hands coming up to cup his own cheeks, placing the softest of kisses to his lips. He smiles into it, the action only causing you to smile, your teeth knocking together in the most non graceful manner.

Eddie fumbles with the keys while he is still kissing you, giggles erupting when he pulls away and makes the sorriest attempt at opening the front door. He is back on your neck as soon as you make it inside and close the door, thanking everything there is that Uncle Wayne was gone to work.

“My room?”

“Your room, Teddy..”

He chuckles again, grabbing your hand and leading you into his room. For the first time in forever he is conscious of just how dirty his room was. Clothes strewn across the floor and crumbled pieces of paper littering the floor containing forgotten lyrics. The mess only makes you smile, the clothes on the floor were yours. The crumbled pieces on the floor contained lyrics that Eddie deemed not good enough for you.

Eddie shrugs off his Dio vest but can’t get his leather jacket before you are gripping at the lapels and crashing your lips together.

“Easy Bunny, gonna make me cream my pants..” Eddie sucks in a breath through his teeth, his hand traveling below his waistband in hopes to relieve some sort of pressure that has built up in his nether regions.

The statement only makes you blush, the idea that even in your pregnant state you still had Eddie in the palm of your hands.

Eddie backed up to the corner of the bed, pushing you down onto it before finally shrugging on his leather jacket.

His hands run from your ankles up to the inside of your thighs, his thumb coming to rub circles against the layers of your clothing, the little action making you squirm.

He pushes up your shirt, his shirt in order to press kisses down the valley of your breasts, little mumbles of “off” come stumbling out of Eddie's lips. The pleas are breathy and needy and who are you to not oblige him.

You let him push your shirt the rest of the way off. You suddenly become insecure, looking down at yourself, only to be met by belly, an absurd amount of belly given the 6 months of pregnancy.

Eddie notices the change in the way you look at him, your look of lust turned worried.

“Hey- Buns, none of that..” he continues to kiss down your body, his hand reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and pull it from your body. Once the offending garment is gone, he kisses the swell of your right breast before taking the nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud, his other hand pinching and flicking at your other nipple. It is messy and sloppy, the desperation evident in the way he kisses the rest of his way down your body, leaving no inch of your belly unkissed which only causes you to giggle.

He finally reaches the band of your pajama pants, his hands exploring your hips as his fingers barely dip into the waist of your pjs. He looks up at you in wonder, a small “Please” falling from his lips. You give him a nod, a dopey smile forming on his face in return.

He ushers you to lift your hips, a small breath leaving his lips when he is met with your center. Its unkempt, the little tuft of pubic hair making Eddie’s brain short circuit.

“Teds- m’sorry I can’t really clean up with this thing in the way…” Eddie shakes his head, his hands coming forward to open you up to him. Before you can tell him to say something, you squeal when Eddie licks from your weeping hole up to your swollen clit.

“Fuck no buns- its so hot. You're so sexy…”

He continues to eat you out, his skilled tongue drawing tight circles over your clit. You are so close to the edge, your hands pulling at Eddie’s hair which only encourages him further. His fingers begin to stroke at your hole, his tongue still concentrated on stimulating your clit. He pushes 2 in at once, your broken moans bouncing off the walls of the tiny back room of the trailer.

“Teddy, Please…” You whine, hands finally releasing the tight grip you had in his hair. He finally comes up for air at your plea, his lips glistening as the street light shines through the bedroom window. You’ve seen Eddie in moments where you can only describe him as beautiful. But this right here, him between your legs, a crooked grin on his face, chin glistening with your slick, his fingers still moving slowly inside of you.. This… This is the most beautiful you have ever seen him.

“What do you need Bunny..” he asks before he kisses at the pudge of your thighs.

“Pleasefuckme- please Teds..”

“Anything for you princess..” He sits up from his place between your legs and wipes his hand on the thigh of his jeans. He is quick to begin unbuttoning the fly of his pants, his 501s falling to the floor in a pile, his plaid boxers following not long after.

He stokes at himself, thumb running over the tip, smearing the precum across the head of his cock. He spits into his palm, tugging himself one two three more times before he is on his knees between your legs. He runs the tip of his cock through your folds, the tip catching your clit causing your whole body to shudder.

“Gonna take such good care of you,” He says as he pushes in, one of his hands resting on your belly as his other hitches your leg up.

“Gonna take care of you for the rest of my life, gonna raise this baby as mine and then fuck a few more into you one day. Would you like that? So full of me?”

His words go straight to your core, the idea of being pregnant with his baby after he said the baby in you was his made your brain short circuit.

He fucks into you slowly, taking his time as he calculates each thrust. He finds the spot inside you that makes you squirm and continues his pace aiming right at that spot.

“Teddy I’m close..” you moan, hands intertwining with his own.

“Come on Bunny, come for me..” You swear your vision blurs when you come, moaning loudly as Eddie continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Eddie follows you not long after, painting your insides with his release.

He pulls out slowly, catching a bit of cum that spills out with his tumb. He sticks the digit in your face, your hand coming to wrap around his wrist as you put the finger in your mouth and suck. Eddie moans at the sight, his hand tugging his softening cock.

“Can’t look that hot so soon after, gonna kill me sweetheart..”

He gets up from his place on the bed, coming back with a warm rag. He cleans you up, pulling on your underwear and throwing you a semi-clean shirt from the floor .

He snuggles in beside you and pulls him into his chest. You rest your head there and look up at him before speaking up.

“Teddy did you mean it?” you ask

“Mean what?” he counters

“That you wanna raise this baby with me? That you wanna have more one day..”

“I meant it all bunny, I meant it all..”

#Reader x eddie #Eddie x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie x you #you x eddie #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie x y/n #Eddie mansion x y/n #you x Eddie munson #Eddie Munson fanfiction #Eddie munson #eddie #munson #Eddie Munson my beloved #Eddie smut #Eddie Munson smut #pt 2 #Bunny & The Bear

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