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Sweater Vests | Spencer Reid
Summary: After spending the night together, Spencer wakes up to you wearing something of his, and he can’t help but fall in love with you even more.
Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, oral (fem recieving), hand job, vaginal sex, softDom!Spencer, riding, fluff, mentions of food!
Word Count: 4.3k
A/N: Had this idea while talking to @spookydrreid and kinda just ran with it. Did not mean for it to turn out so sickeningly sweet but oh well!
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Last night, Spencer Reid had a girl in his bed. A girl that was beautiful, soft, angelic and all round too good for him and his awkward tendencies. He didn’t think it would become anything more than just sex, an act of intimacy that as soon as it’s over means nothing to you but everything to him.
But when he woke to the smell of coffee and something else that was sweet and intoxicating, he knew that this was something different then he’d ever imagined. The bed was empty beside him, sheets still warm and your scent still lingering on his pillow as he sat up and hung his legs over the side, eyes roaming the room for any sign of you. He knew you hadn’t left, which caused a bubble of relief to rise up in him, catching a glance of your clothes still placed in a pile on the floor, and when he stood and stretched before pulling on a pair of sweatpants, he smiled at the thought of you actually being here, in his apartment for him to wake up to. It wasn’t a thought that crossed his mind regularly.
Spencer didn’t often have one-night stands, but when he did they were unattached and both he and the other person knew that nothing was to come of it. He was fine with that, just wanted comfort and touch in the moment until the loneliness faded and he wanted space again, and he was never hurt or disappointed when they left afterwards, no number and no address given. That was how he liked it. Until you stepped into his life and he knew he needed more, wanted more, and couldn’t exist without you in his life.
He stepped out of his bedroom, bare feet padding across the hardwood floors as he caught a glimpse of you in his kitchen, sunlight flitting in through the open window and casting a golden glow across your soft skin. Soft skin he memorised the taste of with his tongue the night before, fingers dancing at your sides as you fell into his embrace. As he stepped closer, he could see the small bruises that littered your thighs where he held you tight, the pretty little marks on your neck that he’d made with his mouth, and how your hair was still in tangles from when he ran his hands through it, pulled it gently to bring you closer to him.
And then he saw what you were wearing, and he was surprised his knees didn’t give out as soon as he got a full look at you. Breath knocked out of his lungs and heart pounding in his chest, he watched you, eyes wide and cheeks flushed red at the sight of you. Because though he didn’t expect you to walk around his apartment totally naked the next morning, knowing it was way too cold for that during December, he didn’t expect you to find one of his treasured sweater vests.
It was dark blue, and due to its size, it hung around the middle of your thighs, swallowing your frame up but still giving him a peek at the body he adored. The V-neck collar fell down your front, showing off your chest and the arches of your breasts, and when you turned to look at him, standing there in the middle of the living space, the grin you gave him sealed the whole insane hard to wrap his head around deal. He had a woman standing in his kitchen, in his clothes and covered in evidence of his affection, and you seemed to like the way he was gaping at you.
“Morning Spencer.” You moved towards him, taking his hand slowly as not to frighten the poor man who was still frozen in the room, but when you gently placed your other hand on his cheek, his gaze snapped to focus on you, eyes filled with adoration, fierce want, and something you couldn’t place, a feeling he knew started with the letter ‘L’.
“Mm, good morning beautiful. I see you found something to wear.” He fingered the neck of the sweater vest, material soft against your skin and his fingertips, and he admired the way the dark blue colour looked so good against your skin.
“I needed something more comfortable than my work suit. And it’s not like you were using it.” You ducked your gaze down to watch his fingers linger over your chest, Spencer dying to touch you once again like he did last night, but you quickly looked up again as he let out a deep breath. “I uh, made us coffee and found some pastries in your cupboard. I hope it’s not too forward; I didn’t know if you wanted me to leave or-.” He shook his head, arm swooping down to pull you gently against his frame as he looked down at you after glancing at the kitchen bench which was littered with breakfast items.
“No, god, no please don’t go. I don’t want you to go, Y/N.” The words came out in a jumble, quicker than he anticipated and he thought that you nearly hadn’t understood him. But then you were smiling up at him, shifting your weight so that you were pressed into him even more, chests touching and his frame towering over you. “Trust me, waking up to find you here and not out my door is probably the best thing that’s happened this week to me.” You giggle at this statement, lifting a hand to run it through his curls before resting it on the nape of his neck, a shiver running down his spine at the contact.
“And not the seemingly mind-blowing sex we had last night, all around your apartment?” He blushed a deep red at your teasing question, memories of the night before flooding into his mind as you moved in to press a kiss to his exposed shoulder and collar bone.
“Okay, good point. This is a very close second then. Right after the sex we had last night.” He kissed you then, soft, and sweet as his lips touched yours and his hands moved to grasp you by the waist. You had been waiting for him to kiss you ever since he walked into the room, and now as he was doing it, you realised you didn’t ever want it to end. You felt loved, wanted, and even felt like you belonged in his arms, like this was meant to become the new normal; two lovers sharing soft and lazy kisses in the middle of your kitchen.
Slowly the kiss became hungrier, filled with need and a desire to feel the other closer, especially when Spencer tangled his hand in your hair, and you let your hands smooth over his chest. His tongue was tracing the shape of your lips, pressing gently against the seam until you opened your mouth to let him in, pulling a sigh from Spencer and urging him on. Unlike the night before, the two of you didn’t make any sudden moves to rip each other’s clothes off, nor did you act as if you didn’t have all the time in the world. Because this morning you did, it was the weekend after all, and by the way that Spencer pulled away slightly to look at you before gently attaching his lips to your neck, you knew that the both of you wanted to take your time with this.
He was moving your body slowly, a hand at the small of your back guiding you gently back towards his bedroom, and though you loved the feel of his hands on you, lips against your neck and his hair tickling your cheek, you had a sudden urge to pull away.
“Wait! Spencer, the coffee and food is going to get cold, baby.” Spencer’s face of confusion was quickly replaced by laughter, deep and happy and a sound you wish you could record and play on repeat. He shook his head at your expression, and then ducked down again to litter kisses over your face as he spoke against your skin.
“Sweetheart, right now the last thing on my mind is the coffee and food.” You let a small smile escape as he pulled you back into him, touch still gentle and sweet.
“Oh yeah, what’s on your mind instead, pretty boy?” He whined at the nickname, head falling to rest in the crook of your neck as his grip on your waist tightened, and he had to take a breath to keep himself in check. He wanted to take his time with you.
“Well, the first thing on my mind, is that you look so incredibly hot wearing my sweater vest.” You sucked in a breath when you felt one of his hands slowly glide over your chest, raising goosebumps and leaving a trail of warmth. “Second, is that I want to take my time with you this morning, more time than I had last night. And I want to make you feel good, good enough that you’ll hopefully want to stay in my arms forever.” For a moment he hadn’t realise what he had said, your look of shock bewildering him as you blinked, mouth wide open and hands on his shoulders. “Wait I-, fuck, I didn’t mean to sound so, I don’t know, so forward.” He watched your face as a hint of fear crept into his veins as he just waited for you to say something. Spencer didn’t like waiting, you knew that, but when he had spoken those words, your whole world froze as a wave of happiness descended upon you.
“Sp- Spencer Reid, are you trying to say that you might love me?” Your words came out unsure, but there was a deep sound of hope behind them as you looked right back at him, hand pressing against his cheek to focus all his attention on you. And it wasn’t like that was hard for him, because from this moment, hell, even from last night when he finally kissed you, he knew you had become his whole world and nothing could pull his focus away from the most precious thing connected to him. But then he realised you were still waiting on an answer to his question, and he took a deep breath before nodding eagerly.
“Y/N, I’ve literally been in love with you since I met you. I just…just never knew what to say or how to show you and I know that it might come as a surprise to you, and I really hope this doesn’t ruin whatever we have going on because I want this. And I’m head over heels in love with you, Y/N. Everyone on the team knows, and, I don’t know, I guess I hope that you like me back but if you don’t then that’s fine because I totally understand why and-.” You cut him off then, pressing your hand over his mouth as you hushed him gently.
“Woah, woah, Spencer, baby. I know you love me, and I also like what we have going on. And do you want to know why, pretty boy?” He swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes widened when your hand made its way into his curls again, nails scratching delicately against his scalp. “I love you too, Dr Spencer Reid, more than you can ever imagine. I’ve loved you for months, and I kid you not, last night was the best night of my life, Spence. Now, can we go back to kissing or are you just going to stand there like the cat got your tongue? Because if that’s your plan I might as well go make us some fresh coffee and-.”
“NO!” Spencer cut your teasing off in a quick flurry of limbs arms coming down to hoist you up to his waist by the back of your thighs until the two of you were as close as could be. He had you squealing then as he planted sloppy kisses at the curve of your neck, whispering “I love you” into your skin as he carried you to his bedroom, gently depositing you on the bed before joining you. You met in a heated kiss again, lips pressing against one another as he hovered above you, a hand winding in his hair. Already, after hearing you confess your love for him and the kisses in the kitchen mixed with the way you were touching him and looking in the sweater vest, he could feel himself getting hard, sweatpants becoming uncomfortable when you suddenly rutted up against him, wanting more than what he was giving you.
“Please, baby, let me take care of you?” Spencer looked at you with eyes full of desperation, and all you could do was moan against his lips in response, nodding your head and urging him to do whatever he wanted.
“God yes, please Spence.” Grinning above you, his mouth came down to suck against the skin of your chest that he could reach through the collar of the sweater vest, hands running up from your thighs and feeling around your waist and stomach, hands leaving a trail of fire against your skin as you arched up to his touch. You went to lift the hem of the sweater up, but Spencer battered your hands away, giving you a shy smile as he looked at you with eyes devoured by lust.
“Don’t take it off, you look so fucking good in it.” You nodded, letting go of the clothing as Spencer moved his body down, pressing kisses in his wake and then he was there, shifting the sweater up a bit to take a glimpse at what he longed to touch, the area that was already soaking wet for him and rutting up against the air. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you right on your folds, lips coating themselves in your juices as you moaned above him, a hand moving down to tug at his hair, bring him closer to where you needed him the most.
You could feel him grinning against you before his tongue was dipping into gently, sweeping up your juices and sucking gently on your clit, making you shiver as his fingers dug into your thighs, sending shots of sweet pain up your spine, and when he moaned against you when you tugged roughly at his hair in desperation, you shrieked, the impending orgasm rising up on you.
“Spencer, fuck, baby, so good, Spence, so fucking good, love.” His cheeks still heated at the praise, even though you were literally lying underneath him naked and about to come apart on his mouth, your words of love and affection still overwhelming him and making him feel like this was all a dream. He dug down deeper then, putting all his effort in to making you feel good, his index finger sinking into you then, and as he thrusted it in and out at you at a fast pace, you whined above him, head falling back onto the pillow as you gripped the headboard to ground yourself.
“That’s it, baby, you’re so close aren’t you, sweet thing?” You nodded frantically as he pulled himself away from your core, kissing over your thighs and adding a finger into you, thrusting, and curling his fingers in a rhythm that was bound to make you go mad with pleasure. You were whining, wanting some sort of relief and praying that Spencer would get you over that edge. And he did exactly that when he sat up on his haunches and lowered his mouth back down to you, sucking around you and then with a final curl of his fingers, pushing you over the edge and sending you tumbling into an abyss of pleasure.
You cried out at the intensity, loud and needy as he helped you through your high, watching as your eyes clenched tight and your hand searched for his hand. He grasped it quickly, moving his mouth away from you when you became too sensitive and wiped it with the back of his hand, lips glistening and still covered in your juices when he leaned in to kiss you.
“There we go, pretty girl, so good for me.” He’d come back up to be eye level with you, hand running over your cheek to calm your breaths and ground you back in the moment, smiling at you as you opened your eyes once again.
“Fuck, Spencer, that might have been better than last night.” Your voice was raw from moaning, and he chuckled at your statement before fluttering kisses over any part of you he could reach, loving how you kept reaching to hold him close.
But he also couldn’t ignore how hard he was, and when he shifted himself to try and gain more friction, you glanced down at his groin, taking notice of the wet patch at the front of his grey sweatpants. Leaning up, you looked at him to gain consent to pull his pants down, and when he nodded back, he was there helping you pull them down his toned legs, leaving him bare to you and cock spring up.
Your hand went straight for him, wrapping around his cock and slowly stroking, keeping a loose grip on the man because you could already tell he was close to cumming without even being touched, and when you did touch him, he threw his head back and groaned, gritting his teeth from the sensation of your smooth palm running over his veins and spreading the precum that leaked from the tip.
“Shit, sweetheart if you keep doing that I won’t last long, and I really just want to be inside you.” You let go of him, moving your hands back to his chest as he sucked in a breath, kissing your neck again.
“How do you want me, Spencer?” He nearly came right then, you looking up at him with eyes that were wide with love and lust, skin sweaty and your left breast exposed from the sweater sagging down. He hummed back at you, already knowing what he wanted to do.
“I want you to ride me, baby. You think you can do that for me? Is that okay with you?” You nodded eagerly, desperate to already feel him inside you, and then he was moving so his back was against the headboard of the bed, legs extended out against the sheets. You waited until he was ready, giggling as his hands gripped you and lifted you to straddle him, slick folds hovering over hard cock. His hands then slide up and under the sweater to glide over your back, hips, ass and breasts as you slowly sink down on him, eliciting a sharp moan from yourself and a relieved sigh from Spencer, who’s head is thrown back and curls sticking to his skin with sweat.
You started to lift yourself up and down then, creating a smooth rhythm that had him groaning into your neck and nipping at your skin, teeth marks mixed with purple bruising that wouldn’t fade fast. He had his hands up the sweater too, fondling your breasts and tweaking your nipples as your movements only went faster, the both of you chasing a release that was coming quickly.
“God, Spencer, you feel so good, so fucking good inside me, stretching me open.” He hummed at your words, sucking a particularly large love bite into your neck, and then grabbing your ass, moving his hips with yours to hit that spot right inside you.
“Such a good girl for me, Y/N, bouncing on my cock so well. Look at you, fuck, you look so beautiful.” You could only whimper at his words as he lifted his hips and thrusted up particularly hard, earning a drawn-out moan that had him wanting more, and soon he was taking control, gripping your hips and letting you fall against him, arms wrapped around his neck and hands in his hair as you breathed near his ear. “So close, baby girl, you’re so close aren’t you? Are you going to cum on my cock like a good little thing? Doing such a good job for me pretty girl.” He couldn’t stop himself from talking, needed you to hear how much he loved you, how beautiful he thought you looked. Honestly, he just wanted to shower you in praise, and you were too blissed out to care. Nails scratching at his chest and your release about to cascade over you, you knew he was close too because Spencer’s thrusts were growing sloppy and his hips were struggling to keep up their rhythm, until suddenly you were falling falling falling and cumming.
His mouth dropped open in awe as he watched your juices escape and drip down your legs, your head thrown into the crook of his shoulder as you whimper into his skin, so tired and fucked out that you can hardly move, thighs aching and chest burning from your heavy breathing. But Spencer can see all this, and after thrusting up one more time and cumming into you, he’s pressing kisses to your face and running his hand over your back, calming, loving and grounding.
The both of you come down from your highs together, wrapped in the warmth of your shared embrace and heat of the room, now smelling like sweet pastries, coffee and sex, a scent that neither of you minded. For a moment Spencer didn’t want to let you go, didn’t want this perfect moment to end, but then you were fidgeting above him, growing cold from the juices on your legs and the sweater vest not providing much warmth on a December morning.
Slipping out from you gently, causing you to whine and moan at the way he left you empty, he only hushed you, kissing the side of your head softly, watching as your eyelids fluttered and your hand reached for his, wanting something to hold on to. He took it in his, kissing your knuckles as you smiled at him, lazy and blissful, and he knew this was heaven.
“You know, I thought nothing could beat last night, but I think I’ve been proven wrong.” Words soft and not wanting to break the peace of the room, Spencer moved a piece of hair back behind your ear as you hummed against his chest.
“I think you’re right; this definitely takes the cake over last night. Although, I think we��ve both forgotten it’s December and you don’t have the heating on…”
“Is that you saying you’re cold? Hang on, I’ll be back in a minute or two.” Spencer pulled himself out from under you reluctantly, letting you rest against the headboard while he stood up and pulled on a fresh pair of briefs, and old sweater and sweatpants, then padding into the bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth, some water, and an old overly large hoodie of his and some sleep pants that he kept in the back of his draws for emergencies. “And uh…you should probably use the toilet.” You didn’t have to be told twice, standing up on shaky legs to pass him and walk into the bathroom, emerging a couple minutes after with a flush of the toilet.
Passing you the glass of water, he watched you drink it down as he wiped the cloth over your legs, soaking up the juices and making sure that you were clean, before helping you into a fresh pair of boxers that were too small for him, the sleep pants and then finally taking off the sweater vest, smiling at you softly when he saw your bare torso. He didn’t go in to touch, even though he knew you wouldn’t of stopped him; he just wanted to get you warm and comfortable enough to spend the rest of the day lazing around with him. And after tossing the sweater vest to the side and tugging the hoodie over your head, he finally let himself go back to you, holding you against him and listening to your heart beat slow to a steady relaxed rhythm and gently running his fingertips over your wrist, the only skin that was available to him.
The two of you stayed there, in a moment of simplistic and exquisite happiness that did not need to be occupied by speech or distractions. Both burrowed underneath the covers and relishing in the embrace of the other, Spencer knew that you weren’t going to be awake for much longer and neither was he.
“You know…everything I said back in the kitchen, about falling in love with you and wanting to be loved by you, you know that was all true right? It wasn’t just something I said to get you in to bed with me.” You were half asleep when he spoke, but you still smiled sleepiliy and rested your head on his chest.
“I know, Spencer. I know you love me, and I need you to know I love you too. You believe me, pretty boy?” He lifted your hand, kissing it gently as you tried to stay awake.
“I believe you, sweet thing, now sleep. God knows we need it after everything we just did.”
Spencer was a man of words, a man of touch and feel and eyes that sought out curious things. He was a man who longed for another to love him unconditionally, to hold him and to let him take care of them when he just wanted to show them how much they meant to him. He needed to feel a person, to hear their voice and see their face, and with you, it became so simple, so utterly perfect that he nearly couldn’t remember a time when he had you.
But now here you were, in his bed and over the moon in love with him, something that he wasn’t ever going to take for granted any time soon. That to him was love, that to him was everything he needed.
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Penelope, Tara, Elle for the wife/one night stand/best friend?
Wife: Tara<3
ONS: Elle
BF: Penelope
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6 and 35 with Jonathan? ily
I didn’t expect myself to be writing another Reader fic, but this was a lot easier to write than any of my wips have been recently. It’s short, but I hope you like it!
Jolting awake after a nightmare and being comforted // “Do you trust me?”
Jonathan squinted in the dim light coming from outside his window. The room had an eerie yellow glow, but that was nothing new and definitely not what woke him up. He laid there another confused minute before he heard you whimper behind him.
“Shit,” he breathed, turning over to face you. He gently, so gently it could barely be considered a touch, ghosted his fingers over your arm and shoulder. “It’s okay.”
You couldn’t hear him, of course you couldn’t. But he had learned that it was better to let you wake up yourself, no matter how hard it was to watch you toss and turn. He hated feeling so useless until you woke up, but what else could he do? Shaking you awake only served to make you scared even longer.
Finally, you bolted forward, sitting up and gasping for breath. You looked frantically around the room but stopped when your eyes landed on him. Jonathan slowly raised his hands, not quite touching you yet.
“Do you trust me?” he asked like he always did. He watched recognition light up your eyes, the way the tension slowly seeped out of you.
At your nod, Jonathan reached for you, wrapping you up in his arms. You shuddered against him and he thought again how much he hated it. Hated seeing you so scared in your sleep, then so embarrassed about it when you woke up.
“You’re one of the strongest people I know,” he said into your hair. You scoffed and he shook his head. “You are. Y/N, the things we’ve been through, that you’ve been through... It was terrifying. We all get nightmares.”
“I know,” she said, breath warm and wet across Jonathan’s neck. “It just sucks.”
“It does suck. It’s awful. But you’re not alone, okay?” Jonathan pulled away enough to cup your face in his hands. He brushed his thumbs over your cheeks, wiping away the moisture gathered there. “You’ll never have to deal with it alone.”
You sniffed, giving him a small smile. “Promise?”
Jonathan grinned and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Promise.”
#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers x you#jonathan byers#jonathan byers imagine#stranger things#stranger things imagine#fanfiction#my fic#my writing#what do you even tag these things?#charlie heaton#willowrose99
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Jax! O, U and W for the writing asks!
“O: How do you begin a story--with the plot or the characters?”
I usually come up with a plot first and then decide which CM character it would fit best:)
“U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.”
Ok, I’m giving a lot more than three because there are so many blogs that deserve so much love.
@differentkettleoffishalltogether bc her smut and plot development is impeccable. (and her NSFW blog @spenciebabie I feel like that one’s self-explanatory.)
@writing-in-april and @spencers-dria bc both of their fluffy fics are so cute and their smut concepts are--just wow. (not to mention that they’re very cute together lol.)
@insufferablelust all of her fics are absolutely incredible. One of my fav series of hers “Little Butterfly” so if you’re into Unsub!Spencer, I highly recommend it.
and @homoose there’s just something about her that’s so incredibly wholesome and I absolutely adore her fluff fics (but also her NSFW blog @softspence is very much hot af.)
also @sparklinspence who has given me so many awakenings on both kinks and ships. truly impeccable Sub!Spencer content.
and last but definitely not least, @subbyspence aka the queen of all things subby that I simply cannot get enough of.
“W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?”
Tbh, I love both. I like when people give me more general stuff and creative liberty. But I also love making your guys’ specific fantasies come to life (well as close to life as it gets.) I just love getting asks in general, although I have been slacking on getting back to my requests:/ sorry about that, I sweat they’re coming soon!
#jax answers#FanFic ask game#willowrose99#spencer reid#dr. reid#spencer reid blog#criminal minds#criminal minds blog#criminal minds fandom
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For the personal question thing: what made you start writing for Criminal Minds, and more particular, for Reid and Hotch? This isn’t that personal I realise but I couldn’t think of anything else.
no i love it!!!
I started watching criminal minds when i moved in with my current amazinglovelyperfect roommate @neshamah. they were like “whenever i eat mcdonald’s, i watch criminal minds” and i was like “funny, i’ve never seen that”. they did not realize this would be the start of a Very Very Bad Hyperfixation
i have been writing my whole life, basically, but i never thought i’d write for criminal minds! i just decided to one day and thought like. five people might like it. and now i get prompts and sweet messages and :(((((
and reid and hotch.............. man. my dumb otp. i just love their dynamic so much and there’s not enough good fic out there. gotta be more. give me more
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okay but that's something that frustrates me to! people not having clear ages on their bios, and then after warning them and making it clear you don't want to interact with minors, they get shit when you block them after they've interacted with something they shouldn't of! Like, please respect my boundaries and don't be dick, is that too much to ask?
yes exactly. EXACTLY !
people should respect ALL boundaries, but nsfw boundaries even more so. it is illegal to be sharing this type of content with minors, even when they are the ones interacting with it. you can tag minors dni all you want but that can’t stop them from reading it, and yet the content creator would be liable. so please, just don��t put other people at risk? respect their boundaries
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omg 13 and 79 for the smut prompt thing!
will this is everything I have ever wanted dude.... love this
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In your defense, you didn’t know that Steve would be home this early. You didn’t mean to have him find you grinding on your vibrator when you’d both agreed neither of you would touch yourselves for the week. But you couldn’t help yourself. Sometimes, ya gotta make sacrifices.
“Having fun?”
You sit up quickly, throwing the blankets over you. Your vibrator is still whirring away in your hand, and Steve eyes it up before looking back at you.
“How long have you been standing there?” you ask.
“Long enough,” he answers, leaning in the doorway. “Feeling needy today, huh?”
You swallow hard and nod.
“I thought we said we wouldn’t be needy this week?”
You open and close your mouth, eyes wide. “Steve, I didn’t mean to -”
“Touch yourself for me.”
Your eyes widen even more and your throat feels dry. “Right now?”
“I want to watch you get off.”
You blink before nodding. “Okay, yeah, I can do that.”
You lay back down and spread your legs again, placing the vibrator onto your clit. You moan out, feeling ridiculously close to your orgasm already because you know Steve is standing right there, and you know he’s touching himself while watching you, and you know it’s sinfully hot. You arch up onto the bed slightly and soft moans and whines leave your lips as he watches from afar, hand palming himself through his pants, biting his lip to stop any noises. Your moans become faster and faster and Steve knows you’re close, so he strides forwards and grabs the vibe from you.
You look up at him, angry and confused, as he smirks down at you. “Didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”
You nod, because, yeah, you did, and Steve tsks. “I hope you weren’t close or anything, sweetheart.”
He presses the vibrator back onto you and you cry out, shocked at the sudden feeling. Steve’s lips attack yours swiftly, drowning out your moans and he holds the vibrator to you mercilessly. When he feels you arch up again, he pulls it back, and you groan. “I know I broke the rules or whatever, but this seems unfair.”
“As unfair as making me wait while you let yourself get off without me?” he asks. “I’ll teach you what unfair is.”
He presses it to you again and moves to your neck now, sucking spots into your skin. Your hands tangle in his hair and you grind yourself on the vibrator, hoping to get yourself off quicker. Maybe if you do it quickly, he won’t have time to pull away - but he knows you too well, and he removes it again, right as you’re on the brink. Your hips grind at nothing and you whine again, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He moves his knee between your legs and you start to grind on it, desperate for friction.
“Look at you, grinding against everything,” he mumbles roughly. “You’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”
“Please, Steve,” you beg. “More than anything, please just-”
Steve presses the vibrator onto you again and you’re so close that you can see your release, white hot and staggering on the horizon. You squeeze your eyes shut and Steve pulls back to watch, mouth agape at the sight. He’s leaking precum in his briefs and he knows it, knows that you’ll please him next, and he’s could nearly cum just from the thought; and also from watching you writhe.
You cry out his name as you cum, hands gripping his shoulders tightly. You see an entire galaxy behind your lids, and you’d never cum so hard before in your life. Steve holds the vibe firmly against you as you ride it out, pulling away as you start to wince. He bends down and presses his forehead against yours as you catch your breath, moving onto to plant kisses on your forehead.
“I’m sorry,” you pant. “But - damn - that was worth it.”
“I know how much you like that,” he smiles smugly. “Don’t I get a turn?”
Biting your lip, you sit up and crash your lips onto his. “Of course.”
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NO BUT LIKE seeing your Hotch pics on my dash keeps making me think of Papa Hotch and being like the adopted grand pa figure for the Bau kids like Spencer's kids and Hank! CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!!!
I LOVE THIS I LOVE HOTCH BEING A FIGURE IN THE KIDS LIVES BUT DEAR GOD I DONT WANT TO THINK OF HIM AS PAPA HOTCH
I simply cannot mix that name with the man I want to get railed by
He most definitely would play soccer with them though and when they’re toddlers he would read to them and bounce them on his leg and they would gently fall asleep on him. Then he’d carry them to bed, Godfather Hotch 🥰🥰🥰
#ask#willowrose99#he retires and all the kids sit around him asking him questions and they think he’s like James Bond
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OMG I just found your blog through someone reblogging something from you onto my dash, and when I saw you were a West Wing and Criminal Minds blog I legit froze for a moment before going, I GOTTA FOLLOW I GOTTA FOLLOW!
A blog that brings my two favourite shows together, absolutely yes please!
!!!!! ahhhh i’m so happy you found my blog then!!! i have lots of tv on here but west wing was my original focus and cm is my current obsession :’) so happy to have you!!!
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Beautiful Man | George Weasley
SUMMARY: During Bill and Fleur’s wedding, George can’t help but feel self conscious about his missing ear. But you’re right there, in his arms, ready to make him feel loved and wanted like he never has before.
WARNING: + 18 ONLY! Smut, blow job, George recieving oral, unprotected sex, fingering, bottom George.
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There are some moments of light amongst what many fears will be never-ending darkness. A glimmer of hope that has not been fully snuffed out by all the misery and tragedy somehow still remains. And Bill and Fleur’s wedding was exactly that, a bright spot in a world of pain and suffering.
After everything that had happened, after George had lost his ear and Mad-Eye Moody had been killed, everyone in the Weasley family and their close friends, workmates and other Order members needed a moment of brightness, a night to dance and celebrate and act as if everything was normal for just a couple of hours. Under twinkling lights and surrounded by so much love and warmth, you knew that tonight, after everything that had happened before and would happen after, would be a night to remember. Especially because of George.
When George came down in the late afternoon, dressed in his dark grey suit with purple tie to match and a brightly coloured patterned shirt, he looked as dashing as ever, even with the white bandage that was wrapped around his head. And when he saw you, dressed in your wedding outfit, his eyes grew wide and the cheeky smirk he normally wore was replaced with an awestruck smile, watching as you walked towards him, his arms extended out for you to step into.
“Godric, is it just me, or did suddenly become the most stunning thing in this room, Y/N?” You blushed at his words, lying your palms flat against his chest and leaning against the taller man, his arms encircling you and keeping you close.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Weasley. Pretty handsome in fact.” He chuckled at your statement, bending down to kiss you sweetly.
“Only the best for you, my girl.”
George Weasley couldn’t keep his hands off you the whole night, still mesmerised by the site of you dressed in your gown, watching your every move as you chatted with old friends, laughed with Tonks as you watched everyone trying to find their prospective dance partners. But soon you were whisked away by George again, his hand tugging yours and a sweet smile on his lips.
“Care for a dance?” He didn’t even let you answer before he was pulling you towards the dancefloor, standing amongst the other couples with his hand on your waist. “You know, I meant it when I said I thought you looked beautiful tonight, Y/N.”
“I know you did George. And I meant it when I said you look dashing in the suit.” The two of you were chest to chest then, his mouth near yours as he spoke the next words quietly, just loud enough for you to hear over the chatter and music.
“Even if I’m missing an ear?” His words were shaky, and he squeezed the hand that was in his tighter subconsciously, looking down at both of you moving feet.
This man, the man that stood in front of you and held you tight, who treated like you were everything he ever wanted and needed, never really cared for his appearance. The only times he couldn’t stand how he looked was when he and his twin turned themselves into elderly men in the 6th year. But now, away from the worried eyes of Fred, his mother, and others who loved him that weren’t you, he looked like a boy who couldn’t face the idea that his appearance might have changed something about him, that you might reject him because he wasn’t the man you had first fallen in love with all those years ago.
You stopped dancing then, taking his hand in yours and pulling him off the dance floor and out of the wedding tent, into the cool night air and under the night sky.
“Wait, Y/N, what are we doing?” George’s voice was shaky, and you could feel his palm growing sweaty as you entered the old house and took him up the stairs and into his old room, shutting the door behind him as the tall man stepped into the small room.
“I needed a place away from everybody else, so you could hear me better. I also didn’t want others to overhear.” For a moment, the man nearly looked scared, a flicker of worry, rejection and fear crossing over his face before he hid them behind his façade, a weak smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“You could have just told me what you needed to outside, or in the lounge room.” You shook your head at him, moving closer so both his hands were in yours and he was looking down at you with his big brown eyes that made your heart warm and stomach flutter.
“I know, I just needed some privacy too. Now just be quiet for a moment, I’ve got to tell you something.” George huffed but nodded his head at your request.
“George Weasley, you are the kindest, strongest and bravest man I have ever met. You’ve done everything in your power to keep your family and friends safe, you’ve worked so hard to make your dream with Fred about opening a business into a reality, and throughout it all, throughout all the misery and heartbreak and terror that we’ve had to face in the last few years, you’re still the same man I fell in love with.” Throughout your speech, George’s face grew redder and redder, and he’d moved to one side of the room, so his back was against the wall, your body pressed gently against his.
“And the ear, the ear doesn’t change any of that?” His voice was hopeful now, and all you would do was smile up at him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away and answering him.
“If the ear changed anything, George, you missing an ear made you even more handsome and charming to me.” He blushed bright red then, the tips of his ears changing colour, along with the skin of his neck.
“Really?” His hands held your waist then, grip firm but gentle, and he nearly sighed in relief as you pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Mm, really. In fact, let me show you.” You pressed your mouth against his finally, and he couldn’t help but let out a thankful hum as he felt your lips against his, your fingers against his chest and the warmth that radiated from you.
It was a long kiss, slow and filled with want as the both of you stood in his childhood bedroom, the two of you letting out small sighs of contentment every time you were able to catch a breath. You started undressing him slowly too, helping him shrug the suit jacket from his shoulders, unbuttoning the waistcoat and dress shirt and pushing them from his body, revealing pale skin that covered a lean chest, dotted with freckles and small scars from various quidditch injuries.
He let go of your waist to slip his arms out of his shirt, and he let out a breathy moan as you attached your lips to his collar bone, kissing and sucking gently at the warm skin.
George was used to caring for you, was used to making you feel loved and needed. And for a moment, his eyes filled with tears, and his body flooded with such warmth and love towards you that he couldn’t help but let out a shaky sob, something that took you both by surprise. You pulled away to look at him, holding his arms gently as he shut his eyes and tried to will the tears away.
“Are you okay, George? Is this too much?” He shook his head furiously at your question, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears away, before cupping your cheek and kissing you sweetly, body shivering as your hands glided back over the expanse of his chest, the pads of your fingers gentle and warm against his skin.
“No, I’m okay, sweetheart. You just…you took me by surprise, that’s all.”
“Do you want me to stop?” You go to move away slightly, to separate yourself from the man and to give him the space you thought he wanted, thought he needed. But instead, he was pulling you back into him, putting your hands on his back and leaning his forehead against yours.
“Please don’t stop, darling. I’m begging you.”
With that final word, you kissed him, hands gliding over his back and his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you as close to him as he could, your tongue softly entering his mouth in a way that made his knees weak and toes curl. He was tugging at your robes then, hands slipping under the hem of your dress and pressing gently against your thigh.
Pushing towards his old bed, you helped him lay down across the covers, before straddling his thighs and making him sigh as you ran a hand through his short hair.
He felt it all, the love, the need, the want and the absolute adoration you had for him, all stirred together in a concoction of feelings that made his heart want to beat right out of his chest. He kept whispering your name as your lips attached to his chest, entangling your fingers in his and holding his hands to the bed once you had unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down slightly.
You moved slow, mouthing the skin of his stomach, the small trail of hair that led towards his briefs, watched as his arms strained and how he tried not to buck his hips once your mouth was right over his dick.
It was your turn to undress then, stripping yourself of your dress, moving off him slightly so you could take off your underwear and discard the items of clothing to the other side of the room before you removed his briefs and pants from around his legs, the both of you suddenly bare to each other, skin glowing in the golden light that illuminated from the lamp on his bedside table.
He was beautiful to you, with his jaw slack as you took his dick in your grasp, gentle yet firm at the same time, moving up and down slowly, watching again as his mouth whispered out your name, begging for some type of release, his hands moving to touch you and his hips bucking up unevenly every time your other fingers brushed gently against his balls.
“You, George Weasley, are the most beautiful man I’ve ever met. And I’m going to show you just how much I love you.” He moaned softly at your words, and then let out a large groan as you took him in your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip and bobbing your head slightly to take him deeper.
“Sweetheart…Godric that feels so good.” He was bucking his hips faster now, and soon you were pushing him back down to the mattress, your hands on his hips and your lips wrapped around his dick. You were taking him slowly, making the sensation of your lips around feel even better than it ever had before, letting your tongue lap at the tip and taste the salty drops of liquid that had settled there.
His hands were in your hair as soon as you had let them go, moving it gently through his fingers, grasping it tighter as he moaned loudly, and when you pulled your mouth from him and sucked gently right on the tip, he nearly started scratching his nails along the edge of your scalp, his self-control thinning more and more as you teased him.
“Darling, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that, I…uh…” His words were failing him, but that was alright because you knew exactly what he needed.
“It’s okay George. You can come whenever you want to, sweetheart.” He was nodding his head frantically then, biting his lip until it was red and raw as your mouth took him once again, one hand coming to massage his balls gently and the other moving upwards to run up and down his stomach. The both of you kept eye contact the whole time, and that alone could have made him cum at the thought of you watching so keenly as he twisted and bucked in pleasure. And you were feeling it too, a warmth spreading between your thighs, your skin sweaty and the space between your legs were becoming damp with arousal. You took a hand from his chest then and started rubbing yourself, pressing your fingers to your clit and moaning around his dick as he did so.
And that’s when he came, with a loud groan that echoed around the room, panting as he shot his cum into your mouth, watching as you swallowed it down and looked up at him with such love and need that he was nearly ready to go again.
“Godric, Georgie, you’re so pretty when you cum. Make a face like you’re seeing stars.” You were still straddling him as you touched yourself, his gaze transfixed on your fingers, watching as your juices rolled down your legs, your jaw going slack and your hair a mess. “Did I make you feel better? Did I make you feel like you are worth it, George?” He knew that you knew the answer, but he couldn’t help but sit up more and wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until he had you in a mind-numbing kiss, one that made it feel like fireworks were exploding in your chest and your lips were ablaze against his.
“I swear to Godric, Y/N, I don’t think I can even answer that right now.” He kissed you again, and soon he was moving you above his lap, letting you hover over him with your hands on his shoulders. “I need you, darling. Please.” You didn’t let the man wait long before lowering yourself onto his dick and letting out a moan that was muffled against his shoulder, his hands on your bum as you started to move up and down.
Neither of you were going to last long together, you both knew that. But that didn’t matter, especially when he started touching your right where you needed him, started pushing up into you as he sucked on your neck and massage your breast as you sighed in ecstasy, whimpering as your legs started to shake.
“George, I…love you.” It seemed silly to say right at that moment, as you were moving up and down on his dick and he was pressing kisses to your breasts, but the smile that overtook his face was worth it. It was golden and bright, mesmerising you as he pushed into you with a particularly hard thrust.
I love you too Y/N. So so much sweetheart, don’t want anyone else but you.” You came then, with his hands and his mouth all over you, your mouth slacking and letting out a loud and breathy moan before dropping your head into the crook of his neck as he came inside you, pulsing and jerking as he did. He muttered words of love against your skin, attached his lips to yours in a blissed-out kiss, and even as he started to soften within you, he didn’t let you go.
You collapsed against his chest then, arms wound around his neck, panting softly against his skin, relishing in the way that he gently pulled out and wrapped his arms around your back.
“And to think I ever doubted how much you love me. Godric I’m a fool.” You let out a chuckle at this remark, looking up at him through half-glazed eyes as he pushed some hair away from your forehead, ducked his lips to yours and kissed you gently, slowly.
“You’re not a fool, George. You’re a normal human being, just like me. But you are special, and perfect and loved, please remember that my love.” You tweaked his remaining ear gently, with a soft smile on your face as he nodded and blushed.
The wedding was the highlight of the year, a night of dancing, celebrating and acknowledging a love between two people that would never be broken. And yes, George would always have his moments of self-doubt, of questioning his worth when he thought he wasn’t good enough or didn’t deserve you, but you would always be right by his side, holding his hand and kissing him gently when he wanted to know he was loved.
And Godric did he need it to face the years to come.
#george weasley x reader#george weasley#george weasley x you#george weasley fic#george weasley smut#ns/fw#fics by will!#will writes!#harry potter fic#willowrose99#george weasley x ns/fw
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🥀 ( i just had a panic about the fire alarm i set off and yeah not good)
this made me laugh and then immediately wonder if you’re okay 😭i hope it was just a false alarm but 😐i mean i’d probably be on tumblr.com even if there was a fire around me
first, liking criminal minds and the x files means you have certified taste! and i make the rules so. i adored a loving hold and it really just gave me everything i need in my life, which is comforting spencer reid ❤️sweater vests is on my reading list and i love the premise of it already! excited to read it
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For the Criminal Minds asks I wanna know your answers to Case Closed and Hit!
case closed - how would you unwind after dealing with a hard case?
probably just knock tf out and go to sleep ksnsjsjs
hit - if you could rewrite one of the shows ‘arcs’ , which would it be?
the prison arc definitely
#criminal minds ask game#willowrose99#i’ve actually already rewritten the prison arc and made it a fanfic BUT IT WAS REALLY BAD AND FOR SOME REASON IF DOESBT SHOW UP WHEN I LOOK#FOR THE FIRST CHAPTER THATS WHY ITS NIT ON MY MASTERLIST
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Top 5 ST characters!
and Top 5 Joe Keery looks!
Sorry this took me so long! I had to wait until I could actually find pics to share haha.
Steve Harrington
El Hopper
Jonathan Byers
Mike Wheeler
Joyce Byers
but that list changes so so much. It's like, the only two that are for sure always at the top are Steve and El. After that I'm constantly switching between the older teens and party members and adults haha. There are so many good characters, you know?
As for Joe... adding below a read more because the images are big and I don't want to make people mad haha
YES i am aware they're all from the same article but fucking LOOK AT HIM. I can't even. I look at these pictures way too much. I have also had multiple as my phone's lock screen at one time or another.
#thanks for the ask!#asks#willowrose99#it was very enjoyable to look at joe's face and hair while putting the pics together
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Hi! I would love to be a part of your writing challenge, could I possibly do "I can't pretend anymore" with Lupin, "Should I Stay or Should I go" with George and the smut prompt "I don't care what you do as long as you do me" with Sirius! I haven't done one of these challenges in ages so I'm super excited!
hiya lovely!! absolutely of course!! i’m looking forward to your fics, i’ll add you on now!! 😊💗
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Jonathan Byers is hot and pretty and adorable and handsome and stunning! Don't understand how people think he's a rat or ugly! Like, how???
i do think hes a rat but also hes cute <3 im complex
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