some kind of liquid will do

Types of Drunks
  • *Check Jupiter, or 11th House
  • Aries: The Frat Boy-Type. Kinda always trying to bone someone before the end of the night. Pounded like, 20 beers. Probably wakes up with someone they thought was hotter/prettier when drunk.
  • Taurus: Ditzy-Drunk Type. Girl who constantly compliments you and leans on your boyfriends shoulder and basically flirt w/ everyone and asks shit like "What's Aleppo?"
  • Gemini: Toilet-Hugger. You don't *usually* get drunk, but tonight you did. At first you were socializing, and somehow, you ended up hunched over the toilet puking. You havent left. Your bestfriend almost puked in your hair. One time, she did.
  • Cancer: Expresso Depresso. "No, I don't always drink when I'm sad." You kinda just came to the party to "escape". You don't want to be here, and in every movie EVER, you find some goth bitch to complain about existence with. That, or you're in a bar wanting to die cause your wife left you. Your choice, i guess.
  • Leo: Game Maker. You're the asshole who suggests 7 Minutes in Heaven, Truth or Dare, and other shitty games at middle school parties where someone found some Mike's Hard Lemonade. You still get drunk off of the shit, too. Somehow.
  • Virgo: Socialite. You don't really get drunk. You just get buzzed, and go home. You talk to everyone and anyone, and get as many numbers as possible. You're quite the hook up when it comes to some drugs at a party, though.
  • Libra: Hoe. You're the girl who compliments everyone and smiles at everything. You also basically wanna suck someone's dick before the night ends. Who's? Idk.
  • Scorpio: Dirty Dancer. Someone complained about there "being too many clothed people" at the party. So, you took your clothes off, threw them at the person, and began dancing. Truly a Titty Hero.
  • Sagittarius: Drunk "Driver". You're the guy who suggests they go on an adventure, or brought tons of booze to do some really illegal shit. As a kid, you literally drank just because "if we're doing something illegal, may as well do two!!"
  • Capricorn: Bartender. Nobody really appointed you bartender. Nobody really asked, either. But, nobody is complaining. You make the best booze, and the more YOU drink, the funnier, quicker, and cuter the drinks are made. By the end of the night, the drink counter looks a bit like a Scorpio's room -- clothes all over the floor in order to mop some mysterious liquid up.
  • Aquarius: Royal Rebel. Drink the keg. Bring the big ass case of booze. Make some kid puke. And then do it again. Dare devil galore, and kind of an asshole about it. That, or stays in the corner like they may make the party into a murder scene. One or the other.
  • Pisces: Just like Taurus, but also drinks twice her weight and probably asks "Where's the weeeeeeEEEeeedd???" 20 times.
Home Wash

To clean you home during  and after an illness to help with healing. 

One of the things I do after there has been some kind of illness or cold in my family/home is clean my home. Open the windows, let the sun in. Burn some sage and rosemary. Burn some lemon verbena. Wash the sheets and then hang them out in the sun. Most of all I wash my walls and floors. Like any modern witch I do use your standard cleaning liquids, but I also like to mix up a little something more to put in my wash water.

You will need some rain water if you have it and some clear and rose quartz. (Rose quartz will fill the home with a warm positive energy. I use clear quartz as a purifier.) I start the stone water at the beginning of my cleaning so that the stone water can sit out in the sun for a few hours to charge.

After a few hours

I take out the stones and mix in my herbs.

 Peppermint to cool things down and promote healing. Also Mint can be used as a purifier.

Rosemary is also a purifier and  promote healing, but is can also be used for protection from new illnesses.

Lemon Verbena cleans the energies of an area very well and I have found the it can add to the power of spell very nicely. (I once had a friend say that I will put this herb in just about anything…it kind of true. I love this stuff and even started growing it myself :3

I let it sit in the sun for a few more hours

Once done it’s a lot like a sun tea. I strain it out and now mix it with my wash. (If you are not a fan of chemical cleaners. Mix the herbs in vinegar in one jar, and make the stone water in another. Mix the tow jars when they are ready. Wash)

One way I charge my mix is every time I pass it as I clean, I give it three taps with my fingers. Pushing in my intent of washing away what made us sick and protecting us from new illnesses. 

7-Day Chakra Balance Challenge

Many people have either poor physical, mental, emotional or spiritual health which causes us to feel imbalanced and unfocused in life. Follow this 7-Day challenge to better improve these aspects of your life.

-Meditate after you get up and eat breakfast.
-Consume only the foods and drinks for the day (you can drink as much water as you want)
-Use candles, incense or air fresheners for the aromatherapy
-Listen to music that mainly uses the corresponding instruments for the day
-Do the exercises as soon as you can in the day or when convenient
-Try your best to follow the healing activities for the day

ROOT CHAKRA - Survival
-Root vegetables
-Protein-rich foods
-Spices (horseradish, hot paprika, chives, pepper)
-Dandelion root tea
-Patchouli, Cedarwood, Ginger, Rosewood, Cloves
-Grounding exercises, squats, walking, jogging
Self-Care & Activities
-Wear red
-Get a massage (at least a foot massage)
-Get 8 hours of sleep (nap if you need)
-Take a long, hot bath/shower (wash yourself with your favorite things)
-Get outdoors
-Sweet fruit
-Honey & nuts
-Spices (cinnamon, vanilla, carob, sweet paprika, sesame seeds, caraway seeds)
-Hibiscus tea
-Orange, Jasmine, Rosewood, Grapefruit, Geranium
-Pelvic thrusts, sex, masturbation, yoga
Self-Care & Activities
-Wear orange
-Drink 8 cups of water
-Hug someone you love
-Treat yo’ self
-Talk to a good listener about anything that’s on your mind
-Do something creative
-Grains & seeds
-Spices (ginger, mints, melissa, chamomile, turmeric, cummin, fennel)
-Rosemary tea
-Lemon, Corriander, Lime, Frankincense, Myrrh
-String Instruments
Self-Care & Activities
-Wear yellow
-Sit in a steam room or just do a steam facial
-Engage in positive self-talk (e.g. I look great today. I did a good job)
-Make a list of your best attributes
-Get something you’ve been putting off done with
-Leafy greens
-“Air” vegetables (broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage, celery, squash)
-Green teas
-Spices (basil, sage, thyme, cilantro, parsley)
-Hawthorn tea
-Ylang Ylang, Rose, Jasmine, Pine, Rosewood
-Wind instruments
-Push-ups, swimming
Self-Care & Activities
-Wear green
-Practice deep-breathing exercises
-Try your best to sit up straight
-Do an act of kindness (the more, the better)
-Spend time with your loved ones (even if it’s your pet)
-Get some fresh air
THROAT CHAKRA - Communication
-Liquids in general (no soda or energy drinks)
-Tart/tangy fruits
-Tree growing fruits
-Spices (salt, lemon grass)
-Red clover blossom tea
-Rosemary, Lime, Sage, Indian Champa, Cedarwood
-Singing, screaming
Self-Care & Activities
-Wear blue
-Talk to an old friend
-Play music you love to sing along to
-Get a shoulder and neck massage
-Write in your journal (or start one)
THIRD EYE -Intuition
-Dark bluish fruit (berries mainly)
-Liquids (red wine & grape juice)
-Dark chocolate
-Spices (lavender, poppy seed, mugwort)
-Mint tea
-Geranium, Basil, Jasmine, Lavender, Rosemary
-Visualization, lucid dreaming
Self-Care & Activities
-Wear dark blue, indigo or purple
-Draw or paint
-Do a grounding senses meditation
-Analyze the dream you had last night
-Look at the night sky tonight if you can
CROWN CHAKRA - Spirituality
-Fasting (after lunch)
-Organic, GMO-free food
-Lavender tea
-Sandalwood, Saffron, Lotus, Jasmine
-Guided meditation and Silence
- Meditation
Self-Care & Activities
-Wear purple or white
-Meditate (there’s guided meditations on youtube on many subjects)
-Pray or just think about life
-Learn a new skill or language
-Do word or number puzzles
-Get a head massage

Do your best and strength to you all

ninjageko43  asked:

Sorry to be a bother but what’s the difference between digital drawing and digital painting?

think of how traditionally you do not paint with a pencil or pen or marker. You draw with those. Where with painting, you use and literal paint. You don’t draw with a paint brush, if that makes sense. 

Digital painting and Digital drawing is rather a similar concept, it’s just that the tools you use are more discrete as “Brushes” in the program, so it’s not that obvious. So it’s more determined on how you use the tools in digital programs that really makes it a drawing or painting. 

If you’re drawing, or sketching, or cell shading in a digital platform, then it is a drawing. (even if there’s some blending in there) If you are pretty much blending every single part of the piece, and aren’t really sketching or drawing to make your piece, it’s most likely a painting. (even if there’s some lineart in there) 

When you paint digitally it’s very similar to how you paint traditionally as if you had a brush in your hand, where the colors blend and act almost like liquid where you use strokes of color like in an oil painting, not strokes of lines like you do in a drawing, rather than drawing with lines and blocking shadows in with flat colors/gradients. ((it’s kind of hard to explain XD)) 

For example, 

This is Cell shading. There’s no “Painting” in this piece because there’s no technique used in it with how you would paint. There’s inking, and cell shaded colors. You Draw the characters, and then fill them in with color/shading. Thus a Drawing

And the Painting. You can especially see in the background as stuff kind of vanish into the distance how things blend and bring textures out through brush strokes and stuff. You sculpt the characters/piece through blending and VALUES, not drawings. Thus a painting. 

If that makes sense? XD 

I’ve taken the last two weeks off of my studyblr (at least when it comes to posting original content) because I’ve been sick. I have to admit, for the first couple of days, I felt super guilty about it!

Basically for anyone in the situation of being sick, or if you’re having issues with mental health or anything else that is stopping you from being active on your tumblr, firstly I want to say don’t stress about it and definitely don’t feel guilty about it!

I’ve also created a little list of tips for how to keep going if you are sick:

1. Take a break if you need to

Seriously, you will feel so much better if instead of pushing yourself to absolute exhaustion and burn out if you take a step back and don’t worry about it. Just be smart in how you do that.

If you’re super sick and literally can’t do anything, that’s totally fine!

On the other hand if you’re sick but you’re well enough to do things this is where you need to be smart about how you do it.

Classes for me are usually a priority, just because I’m worried that I’ll miss information. If there are classes that aren’t as important though (which sounds bad but for me that’s one of my Chinese classes because all the work is posted online) then do take that time for yourself!

If it comes to studying, I usually stick with light revision and I shorten the period of time that I study. In this, don’t be too harsh on yourself either! So like, if you’ve done 15 minutes but you’re struggling to stay focussed, listen to your body! Do something else, you can get back to it later if your head is a bit clearer.

Assignments are also something I tend to avoid when sick unless absolutely necessary. Usually I will have prepared in advance so I don’t have many issues with that, I just find that if I’m sick, it’s definitely not an assignment that I would want to hand in.

Now, is there anything extra curricular that you’re forcing yourself into? Consider how you’re feeling and use that to determine whether or not you’ll go. It’s probably not a good idea to do a really intense workout, for me that kind of kills my lungs and I tend to feel more sick afterwards. If it’s something like debating, or a music club, or some kind of social thing, again, you’ve got to listen to your body in this one and figure out if it’s worth it. Last time I went out to a social event when I was just slightly recovering from a flu, I ended up with a lung infection covering half of my right lung and was out for two entire weeks. Definitely not worth it, and not something that I have repeated.

Your studyblr definitely falls into the last category too. I’d say this is one is just an unnecessary pressure that we put on ourselves.

2. Try to eat

This is one of the things that I struggle most with when I’m sick. I have a temperamental appetite at the best of times and when I’m sick my appetite is the first thing that I lose.

All I can say is try to find foods that you enjoy eating and try to eat at least a bit of them. If you’re really struggling when it comes to consuming any solid foods I totally recommend just trying some kind of a chicken or vegetable broth. My father always cracks an egg into a broth and it’s got a bit of nutritional value and isn’t super hard to eat.

3. Stay hydrated

Seriously, drink whatever it is that you can. You’ll see a lot of health professionals that will say drink whatever you can, whether it’s coffee or tea, or a sports drink. Obviously, your doctor will recommend water because it’s typically healthier, but what you need is to just stay hydrated and any kind of liquids that you consume will help you with that.

Also, while some of the sports drinks, juices and other alternatives may be high in sugar, they can potentially be a source of certain vitamins that can be helpful to you.

4. Get up, get outside

Basically, this one is kind of just a thing that I’m putting in because it helps me. I should probably add that you should do this if the weather is decent and also make sure that you’re dressed properly so you don’t get worse!

Yes, it can be super hard to get up and try to go outside when you’re not feeling well. But for me, a little bit of movement and fresh air is something that can be surprisingly refreshing and helpful. If not, occasionally getting up and doing a small walk inside to stretch out your muscles can help out a bit.

Fever Kiss

Dabin was beginning to get concerned. Christian hadn’t eaten anything all day, his eyes were hardly open, and he kept falling asleep in weird places. When he started coughing he decided to ask once more. “Hey man, are you alright?”

“Yeah” Christian cleared his throat feeling the horrible scratchiness deep inside it. “I’m fine.” After putting on a mask he continued to work. The mask helped muffle his coughs and make them less noticeable to Dabin and the others.

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Humans Are Weird: KINK EDITION!!

All these “Humans are weird” posts on Tumblr got me thinking about what we might have in common with aliens, and about life itself. The purpose of all life is to procreate, so with that in mind and if no one has ever made an NC-17 version of this –

Alien: Human-Steve, I have been trying to study the ancient pleasure rituals of your people for conversational purposes. They confuse me. Are your females liquid and cooled to solid form?

Steve: Yeah, my ex was cold as ice.

Alien: That is not what I mean. Are your females frozen as a matter of course, that they may melt with a jet of pressure all over the male face…? Human-Steve, I do not understand. Help me.

Steve: Oh no, no, that’s just water sports. *explains*

Alien: The female does … With WHAT? And this … brings … sexual satisfaction to your kind? *recoils in disgust*

Steve: Yeah. Some people even drink it. Not my kind of thing, but hey, whatever floats your space cruiser.

Alien: *eyes bugging out* Out of quadrillions of intelligent life forms spread across 239 star systems, yours … is the only one in which a deadly waste byproduct of the nourishment proc– ?

Steve: Hold up, buddy. Did you say “deadly”?

Alien: Indeed, Human-Steve. The bladder-secretion of your species is powerfully corrosive when exposed to a compound present in our digestive system. It can eat through a block of b'thwix in the time it takes me to finish this sentence, AND YOUR SPECIES DRINKS SUCH THINGS??!!

Halloween Special: Bill Skarsgard

Word count: 2.209

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard/Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Hey guys <3 This sort of came out of nowhere and I hope you enjoy it. Remember: English is not my first language, so I apologise for any possible grammar/spelling mistakes.

“I don’t have candy!” was what came from the other side of the door seconds after you knocked.

“I’m not looking for candy…?” It came out as a question because you were a little taken aback by the answer “I live across the hall and I locked myself out of my apartment.  Can I please borrow your phone and call a locksmith? ”

You heard steps inside the apartment, followed by the sound of keys turning and the door opened to reveal your neighbor.

On the door stood a 6’3 guy, his hair perfectly slicked back. He was wearing black jeans and a white V-neck, no shoes. You never thought a V-neck could look sexy on anyone but here this guy was, looking damn good in the most simple clothes. He cleared his throat and you blushed, realizing you were eyeing him up and down.

“Come in” he said, moving to the side to give you space. You stepped inside the apartment, turning to look at him closing the door again.

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Types of Drunks

*Check Jupiter, or 11th House

Aries: The Frat Boy-Type. Kinda always trying to bone someone before the end of the night. Pounded like, 20 beers. Probably wakes up with someone they thought was hotter/prettier when drunk.

Taurus: Ditzy-Drunk Type. Girl who constantly compliments you and leans on your boyfriends shoulder and basically flirt w/ everyone and asks shit like “What’s Aleppo?”

Gemini: Toilet-Hugger. You don’t *usually* get drunk, but tonight you did. At first you were socializing, and somehow, you ended up hunched over the toilet puking. You havent left. Your bestfriend almost puked in your hair. One time, she did.

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~Little Bit Suggestive~

You hung up the phone, looking over at your husband who was pouring the last of a bottle of who knows what into a glass. You chuckled to yourself as you sat your phone down and walked over to him. 

“Jen, are you getting started without me? We get a weekend without kids, in a kick ass hotel room, and you start drinking before I can even get off the phone with your mother?” you asked with a chuckle. 

“I’m actually kind of drunk. Me likey,” Jensen smiled, dumping the clear liquid into a glass, leaving about a shot behind in the round bottle. You giggled slightly at his reference to the show before moving toward him. 

“Dude,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes and snatching the bottle out of his hand. “Looks like I have some catching up to do,” you smiled as you downed the remaining alcohol. 

Jensen drank his liquor in one smooth motion setting his glass down on the table beside him before grabbing you by the hip and pulling you onto his lap. 

You squealed in surprise, but let him pull you close, his fingertips dancing along your hip bones and crawling slowly under your shirt. 

“So,” he whispered as he pushed your shirt up over your head and leaned in to press a firm kiss on your chest. 

You tossed your head back, letting the feeling of his lips on your skin take you to the places you loved most. 

He smiled against your skin as he continued his assault. “No kids for the weekend. We are in this beautiful hotel all by ourselves. What do you say we get this party started?” he teased, unhooking your bra and smiling like a horny teenage boy before latching onto one of your nipples greedily. 

You wrapped your fingers around his neck and laughed. “I’m actually kind of drunk,” you echoed his statement from earlier. “Me likey,” you moaned, your head falling back once more as he gently nipped at the swollen bud. 

Jensen growled as he suddenly stood, and you wrapped your legs around him and held on tight as his mouth never left your skin. 

“I’ll show you something you’ll like, Mama,” he rumbled as he tossed you gently onto the bed. You leaned back on your elbows, a picturesque display of beauty. “Damn, I’d never guess you’d given birth to three beautiful babies,” he growled as he ripped his shirt off over his head and immediately made quick work of his jeans. 

“You don’t exactly look like a father of three yourself, Jen,” you smiled coyly. “But show me what you’ve got, Daddy,” you teased, biting your lip playfully. 

“With pleasure,” he answered, his voice filled with lust as he yanked you by the ankles to the edge of the bed, ridding you of your pants with ease. “Maybe if we do it right, we can make it four,” Jensen challenged as he kissed his way up your body and settled between your legs. 

“Give it your best shot, Ackles,” you smiled as Jensen slammed into you without warning, making it his mission to give you exactly what you wanted. 

                                        Collection highlights

I post a lot about my collection, but I don’t think I ever got into too much detail about the origins of some of my specimens and how to properly care for them. So I thought I would share with you all some cool specimens I’ve collected over the years and tell you about what makes them so great and how to get your hands on a specimen from the same locality. All specimens are unique so while you may not get one that looks exactly like the ones you see here, you WILL get a similar (or better) piece!


Chemical formula: PbS (Lead Sulfide)

Color: grey

Hardness: SOFT (2.5-3)

Crystal system: Isometric

Occurrence: common

Health risks: Contains lead which gives it its unique density, but also makes it toxic. Wash hands with warm water and soap after handling.

Wow factors:

- Can often be highly lustrous! Polished specimens can shine like a mirror.

- Very dense. Galena is much heavier than it appears to be. This particular crystal weighs 1 ½ lbs (0.68kg)!

- Forms in nice cubes or octahedrons, but can also dodecahedrons in rare      cases!

- Can grow to impressive sizes (note: larger specimens are often expensive!)

Care tips:

- Galena is a toxic mineral. Do not ingest or eat around galena specimens and w ash hands thoroughly with warm soapy water.

- Please note that galena is not only very soft, but very brittle. It can often flake off in tiny cubic pieces or cleave into smaller cubes when dropped.

- If you drop a specimen, it’s important to wash it immediately to get rid of any loose particles that could be accidentally inhaled or ingested.

- Galena tarnishes overtime when exposed to oxygen. To keep galena specimens looking shiny, you can wash them with warm water and mild soap (like alcohol-free liquid hand soap) and rub gently with a wash cloth, sponge, or your fingers. Do NOT use abrasive scrubbing tools for it can scratch the softer crystal. Galena becomes very slippery when wet. Be careful not to drop your specimen when washing. Rubbing a crystal too hard can result in flaking or cleaving.

- Can be stored and displayed anywhere. Best to be displayed under some kind of light source to make it shine!

Locality of this piece:  Sweetwater Mine in Reynold’s county in Missouri, U.S.A. Sweetwater is known for its enormous, well-formed crystals of galena and golden calcite. Missouri also contains many lead mines where they harvest raw galena. There are also other mines in the Tri-state region, but Sweetwater is the most known due to the size and quality of the crystals there. Galena is lead ore and can be found in lead mines all over the world.

Price range: The price of galena specimens depends on mainly size, but also shape and quality of the crystals. Galena is a common mineral so smaller specimens are easy to come by and very affordable ($5-25). Larger ones like the one seen in the photo can cost $30-50 depending on the shape and luster. More perfect or shinny cubes will often be priced higher than ones that are a little misshapen or don’t polish well. Larger specimens from localities such as Sweetwater can reach a value of $100+!

Written By: cc-da-wolf

Back to The Future | Part ii | Damian Wayne x Reader

Description: Cyra had said she was the daughter of Damian and Y/N Wayne. Y/N. Such a beautiful name. Damian knows that his internet history had been searched through (“Y/N name meaning”,”Y/N name origin”) because the next morning Dick is smiling a little too hard, Tim snickers whenever they make eye-contact, and Barbara has a persistent and unyielding smirk on her face. He has yet to narrow down any suspects, but the push into his privacy isn’t exactly the first thing on his mind right now. It’s the girl that just took out fourteen armed and powerful men with—with a butter knife.

Words: 3178

Notes: Here’s part two!! And requests are going to be open for a while, so please, send them in!

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Taglist: @followeroonieclassic @instantangelstudent @puggleprincess @robincoalition

For some reason, those words stick with Damian out of everything his future daughter had said. Not the mention of his role as the next Batman, Dick’s future children, his own (seemingly large) group of future-offspring, but the teasing comment about her. Cyra’s sentence is now tattooed inside of Damian’s mind, A badass time-traveler who could easily kick your ass.

His ego snaps eagerly at the “easily” bit, because he’s Damian Wayne and no one can “easily” win against him… except maybe his father. The title of “time-traveler” doesn’t exactly surprise him. Cyra Wayne, or “Cyra Khadija Rana Wayne”, as she had so dramatically—in a very Damian manner—declared, had been forced back in time and seemed only mildly miffed with her situation. “Badass” doesn’t surprise him either. Damian Wayne wouldn’t have children with a weakling…

He has gone over them a thousand times in his head. Searching for double meanings, devouring new theories and snatching up any chance to meet new people. Anyone of these encounters could bring Damian to you. But that’s the question… who are you?

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She’s not you

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

Cheryl x reader

Request summary: Cheryl and fem reader are dating and Cheryl is jealous of yours and Veronica’s friendship especially because all of your friends want you to be with Veronica instead but you are super in love with Cheryl.

You and Cheryl had been dating for a while now even though you knew your friends weren’t too fond of her. This included Veronica who you instantly became close to when Betty first introduced you guys when she moved to Riverdale.

It was obvious to everyone except you that Veronica had developed a crush on you at some point but you were in love with Cheryl and you only thought of Veronica as a friend.

One Friday night you were all at one of Cheryl’s parties.

You had been dancing with Cheryl for a while until as the host she had to go make a routine check in the kitchen to make sure there was still alcohol left.

When Cheryl had left Veronica took your hand to go dance with her instead.

It wasn’t unusual, Veronica was one of closest friends and you had danced together at parties before.

When Cheryl returned she saw the two of you and instantly became jealous. She knew Veronica liked you and it annoyed her how you never noticed this.

After a few songs you told her you had to take a break. She continued dancing and you left to join Betty, Jughead and Archie who were hanging out on the sidelines.

You were having a casual conversation when you thought you should go find Cheryl but had no clue where she was.

“Have any of you guys seen Cheryl lately?” you asked your friends.

With the help of some liquid courage from the alcohol Betty asked you, “Y/N, why are you with Cheryl? In case you haven’t noticed she’s not the nicest person around.”

“Veronica likes you you know, why be involved with the school’s ‘Mean Girls’ when you can be with ‘Breakfast At Tiffany’s’,” Jughead added.

“You guys can’t be serious?” you said in disbelief.

“Sorry Y/N, but they kind of have a point,” Archie told you apologetically while taking a sip of his drink.

“You don’t know Cheryl like I do and I’m not interested in Veronica as anything more than a friend,” You said before leaving.

You walked around the entire party without any glimpse of Cheryl so you decided to go check upstairs.

That’s where you found her alone in her room sitting on her bed.

“Hey Cheryl, what are you doing up here? You know the party’s downstairs right,” you joked.

“I heard your friends talking about me, clearly they want you to be Veronica,” she said in a snarky tone without looking at you.

You sat down next to her, “Cheryl, I don’t care what my friends say. I don’t want Veronica, I never have. She’s not you and you’re only one I want.”

“You really mean that?” she said facing you.

Cheryl was not one to show her insecurities to just anyone. Seeing her vulnerable like this was something you would never get used to.

“Of course I do, I love you Cheryl.” you reassured before kissing her.

After a few seconds she pulled back to say “I love you too Y/N,” and kissed you again.

“So do you want go back down to the party?”

“No, I have another idea instead,” she said with a grin.

That’s how you knew Cheryl was feeling better. In true Cheryl Blossom fashion she pulled herself onto your lap and started kissing your neck with the party long forgotten.

Monday morning you walked into school with the fading marks from that night and everyone knew you were Cheryl Blossom’s.

And The Poets Are Just Kids Who Didn’t Make It

Written for NurseyWeek, prompt Mistake.

Trigger warning for a panic attack

Nursey wasn’t sure where his day had gone to shit. He’d thought it was fine, he had his English Lit class in the morning, which he actually enjoyed, then a poetry workshop early in the afternoon.  Somehow, however, it had got to be too much, and he’d practically sprinted out of his workshop to go to the Haus, hoping for a piece of pie and a Bitty hug. He’d apparently forgotten that Thursdays were when everyone had class in the late afternoon except for him, meaning that he was now alone with his thoughts, which never ended well when he got to be like this.

Dropping to the ground, Nursey leaned against the back of the couch and drew his knees into his chest, closing his eyes and trying to breathe against the overwhelming sensation of everything going on around him and bearing too much weight and too many responsibilities down on him and he wasn’t good enough to deal with any of this and why did he think he possibly could succeed in life and why was he such a fuckup and why was everything he did a mistake-

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anonymous asked:

I loved your Halloween Special! Even if I'm not a huge fan of Bill Skarsgard. Can you write one with Harry please? thank you

Thanks for appreciating it <3

Pairing: Daddy!Harry

Word count: 2.295

Warnings: none

A/N: So I got carried away and this turned out to be super long so I’m posting it in two separate parts. Here’s part one. And remember: English is not my first language so I apologise for any possible spelling/grammar mistakes

P.S: I’m a vegan so I have literally no idea how to make scrambled eggs lol anyway it’s a small part and irrelevant to the story

“IT’S HALLOWEEN!” Harry woke up to his five year old screaming, but after the Disney movie marathon from last night he was way too tired to open his eyes.

“Daddy! It’s Halloween!” continued the excited child, trying to climb to his father’s bed but failing miserably. She started pulling at his sheets. Harry was wide awake by then, but decided to play along and torture his child a little more “C’mon daddyyyyyyyyyyyyy” he hid his smirk against his pillow, suddenly feeling the tugging at his sheets stop.

The kid was making her way to the end of the bed, deciding to use the dirtiest trick under her sleeve: She tucked her hand under the covers, straight towards her father’s feet. Once she made skin contact, she started quickly moving her fingers all along his skin, making Harry jump up on the bed, getting his feet away from her.

“JESUS, Eve!” He chuckled, helping his daughter up to his bed, the little girl stretching her arms out for him to take her “That was not playing fair” he said, once she was sat beside him

“It’s Halloween daddy!” She started jumping on the bed, her brown curls flying up and down with her movements.

“I know, Evey. But before going trick or treating, there’s breakfast” He placed a kiss on the child’s forehead before going to the bathroom and washing his teeth. After that he made his way to the kitchen, little steps hurrying up behind him.

Once in the kitchen, he checked the inside of the coffee maker, making sure he had put the coffee grounds there the night before. He added some water to the machine then, turning it on and waiting for the brown liquid to fill the coffee pot. Meanwhile he watched Eve opening all the drawers from the kitchen counter and using them as a staircase, climbing to sit on top of the counter. Damn the day she discovered she could do that. He had had to place the knives and other dangerous things in a covered kind of box inside the top drawer to make sure she wouldn’t injure herself.

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things i imagine when i’m trying to fall asleep

I live on the Blanket Planet.  The entire planet surface is covered with many layers of soft pink fleece blankets.  Some are loose on one or two ends, so you can slip underneath to sleep.

The Blanket Planet has no native plants or animals, but it does have humans, descendants of settlers who landed long ago.  They do not have much in the way of technology, because the planet provides for all their needs.  In places a pink liquid seeps to the surface and pools; this liquid has all the nutrients and water a person needs to live.  Near the pools there are holes that go far down into the blanket layers, where waste can be tidily disposed of.  (Are the food seeps and the waste holes connected, deep underground, by some kind of microbial food chain?  Best not to think about it.)  Bands of people gather around the nutrient pools and live quiet, cozy lives, wanting for nothing, spending their days resting or playing on the warm blanket landscape.

I am an astronaut.  I have been sent out into Earth orbit with only my mattress as life support.  This is not as bad as it sounds; my mattress provides perfect life support.  Tiny fibers in the mattress, too fine to cause any pain, slip through my skin and attach to my surface capillaries, and gain access to my bloodstream.

The mattress balances my blood chemistry perfectly.  I do not need to breathe, because it removes carbon dioxide and adds oxygen.  I do not need to eat, because it infuses me with nutrients; I do not need to go to the bathroom, because it removes all wastes.  It warms and cools me as needed.  (As far as radiation and vacuum hazards, it, um, let’s say there’s a forcefield?)

I float in space, and watch the world turn underneath me, mattress at my back.

I am a different kind of astronaut.  I have been tasked with a long-range, long-shot mission: to find a new habitable planet.  I am part of a new kind of space mission, Operation Grapeshot.  Thousands of volunteers were loaded into tiny single-person capsules and fired out into space in many different directions, toward any possibly useful exoplanet.  We understand that most of us will not make it.  Most of us will die in space, millennia from any potential landing site; many more will find their landing site uninhabitable. But we volunteered because there is a chance, however slim, to be pioneers.

In the meantime, the capsule is comfortable.  It is small, the living space barely enough to turn around in, but well-stocked with food and entertainment.  I can watch any movie ever made, listen to any music ever recorded, as I fly through the void to my uncertain destination.  Or I can simply rest, and savor the luxury of truly free time.

Eventually I will land.  Not today, not tomorrow, but it will happen.  And I will step out onto a surface of soft, pink fleece blankets.

Drunken Domination [Matthew Kim]

word count- 3.8k

warnings- M, very rated M

kinks- rough daddy!matthew, degradation, mild orgasm denial

description- You are at a club enjoying yourself when two men won’t let you go. A mysterious man helps you out of the situation, and you end up leaving together, but before you can leave, those two men take your shirt, leaving you shirtless in a man’s car. It just so happens he loves to blast the AC…

You let your body take over, rolling to the music that blasted in the club, the strobing lights slowing a little with the sexy beat. You could feel someone approach you from behind and started grinding on you, which you accepted. You loved knowing that you were drawing the attention of multiple men. You let your hips move sinfully, rolling with the bass, your hands moving slowly all over your body.

The man’s lips came to place a kiss on the crook of your neck, and you let him linger for a second longer than he should have. Another man came up to you, grinding on the front of you, holding your wrists above your head as if you two were alone in a bedroom. You found yourself enjoying being sandwiched between two men, letting their hands roam you sinfully, letting them sneak in kisses here and there.

“Do you want to find a private spot with us, baby?” The man behind you leaned in a whispered into your ear.

You froze up, stopped dancing immediately. “No, I don’t. I’m gonna go sit down now, thanks for the offer though,” You turned to walk away when they both grabbed at your wrist, pulling you back you them.

“C’mon, you can’t leave a guy hanging like that, I know you felt our cocks getting hard for you.”


Across the room Matthew had noticed your dancing, mesmerized by it. He noticed you were doing more than just grinding aimlessly, you really felt the beat, one of the tell-tale signs of a dancer. You were exactly what he was looking for when he noticed you about to walk away. It was his chance to talk to you a little and ask you to dance with him for a performance, the guys you had been dancing with pulled you back and wouldn’t let you go. He couldn’t just sit there and let this happen, he really needed to talk to you asap.

Matthew stood from his seat by the bar, grabbing his drink and the second untouched one he had just ordered. His long legs carried him through the room of grinding bodies, brushing shoulders with what seemed like every person in his path. He finally found himself approaching you and he had a quick fix to the solution, dance.

“Hey baby girl, I got you your drink,” He smiled softly then pretended to notice the men constraining you. Matthew towered over them, his built body twice the size of theirs. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “Play along.”

“Who the fuck are you?” The man with silver hair asked.

“C’mon baby, I told you to behave. I knew you would dance, but don’t you have better standards than this?” He eyed the men and sneered a little.

“I asked who the fuck are you?!” Silver-hair guy piped up again. Matthew got pissed all of a sudden, getting up in the man’s face.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend, and if you both don’t take your filthy hands off her now you’re going to regret meeting the both of us.”

The man with black hair let your waist go and shoved Matthew a little, trying to budge him. He failed, and only managed to make him more mad.

Matthew growled, “Let. Her. Go.” A deadly look passed over his features, prompting the silver-haired man to release your hands. Matthew noticed you scurry behind him, but he handed you the untouched drink and put an arm around your waist. “If you want to start a fight, you can follow us to the bar, but I don’t recommend it.”


The mystery man lead you over to the bar and sat you on a stool before sitting next to you.

“Are you okay? That wasn’t cool of them to do,” He sipped on his drink.

“I’m fine, I would’ve gotten out of there eventually, but thank you,” You swirled the drink in your hand, afraid it was drugged.

“Afraid it’s drugged? You don’t have to drink it, give it to me,” He held his hand out for the glass, so you handed it to him and he gulped it down, like he needed some kind of liquid courage.

“Well, thanks again, I’ll take my leave now,” You stood and tried give him a sultry wink, but fumbled and blinked in a fashion that was probably awkward.

“Ha ha ha! Oh god, wow,” The man chuckled then settled himself enough to talk, “Actually I wanted to talk. I have an offer for you.”

“Uhm? Okay, why?” You sat back down, blushing intensely.

“I actually came here to look for good dancers, and from the way you were dancing I assumed you had some history in it,” He sighed lightly, “I need a main female dance partner. I want to dance to a certain song, and she needs to know how to move to sexy music.”

“Oh, okay. Well, I mean sure but what is this for? Will I get paid?” You didn’t mind dancing for free, you did it all the time in your troupe, it was just out of curiousity that you asked.

“Wait really? That was a lot easier than I thought. No, you won’t get paid, but you’ll get lessons from the legend himself, Matthew Kim,” He pasted a huge grin on his face and pointed to himself with his thumb.

“So your name is Matthew, nice to meet you.” You smiled, trying to redeem yourself from your awkward wink, “I’m ____.”

“Well then, ____, can you give me your number so I can text you the details?” He pulled his phone from the front pocket of his tattered jeans and you noticed how thick- ahem, muscular- his legs were.

Your eyes wandered up his body, noticing how his white dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest. The way the shirt just barely fit his shoulders, how the sleeves were rolled up to show his muscular forearms. Even the way his hair looked he had just had a girl tugging on it. He looked damn near delicious, and he knew it judging from the way he smirked at you next.

“____, I asked you for your number,” His eyes darkened by just one shade to accompany his smirk.

“O-Oh, it’s 555-0120,” Your voice faltered a little. You watched at his large hands worked the number into his phone swiftly, letting your mind wander to a dirtier place.

“Okay, I’ll send you a text when I get home,” His smile turned more genuine. “I’m going to leave now, do you want a ride home?”

From how heavy your body felt and the way the pounding music was starting to bother you, you nodded and stood up beside him. He was so much taller than you, even in your five inch heels.

As you two walked out the door, you felt someone tap on your shoulder so you turned to see who, but found the black haired man from earlier, grinning like a mad man as he gripped your shoulders so you couldn’t move. The white haired man ran up and ripped your shirt over your head quickly as the black haired man quickly lifted your arms up so he could take the shirt off completely.

“That’s what you ge-,” He didn’t get to finish his sentence, because Matthew knocked him backwards with a single punch to the nose. He didn’t have time to find the other man before wrapping you in his arms, shielding your body from the glaring stares of the people in the club.

“Let’s go,” Matthew lifted you like you were a feather and ran you out of the club to his car, not even getting your shirt back. You were left sitting in the passenger seat of his car in your lacy bralette that really didn’t hide anything from view.

“U-uhm, thanks again,” You said, head hung low in embarrassment. You let down your hair and used it to cover your chest, accompanied by your arms.

Matthew was fuming as he started driving. He appeared to have come to an instant sober after what happened. “It’s no problem, what they did was utterly wrong,” He sighed. He hated it, and he knew you were embarrassed, but his mind floated to the memory of seeing you in that little piece of lace you called a bra. It was harder driving like this than it was driving drunk. “Where do I go?” He asked, clearing his throat a little.

“Turn right at the next light, then take another right after two blocks. I’ll tell you the rest when we get closer.” Your voice was barely a whisper, hard to hear over the air conditioning that Matthew had turned on.

“Okay,” He responded as he neared the light. Unluckily, it turned red and he came to a gentle stop. He looked over at you and saw your head was still hung in shame. He didn’t know what the fuck possessed him to ask this, but he did it. “Can I spend the night at your place?”

Your head snapped up immediately, unable to believe he had just asked you that. “Uhm, what?”

“I’m not going to pretend I don’t have intentions, I want to fuck you. Seeing the way you dance, and now here. I feel bad for what happened, but I’m still a man.” You saw how much darker how his expression had become, and you couldn’t handle it. You turned your head to look out the window as he started to drive again, attempting to hide your blush. You had no objections to him staying the night, you had wanted to take him home in the first place, you were simply shocked about how he was so straightforward about what he wanted from you.

You didn’t say anything else besides the directions for the rest of the ride, but you let your arms fall to your sides leaving only your hair to cover your hardened peaks. It was just too damn cold in that car, at least that’s what you blamed it on.

When he pulled into your driveway, you quickly hopped out of the car. You were about to close the door when you noticed he wasn’t getting out.

“Are you gonna come in?” You leaned back over slightly, giving him a better view of your already apparent cleavage.

“Well you didn’t answer me so I took that as a no. If I’m allowed inside, then fuck yeah I’m coming in.” His face darkened even more from the sight of you standing in front of him shirtless. He pulled the keys from his car and climbed out faster than you had ever seen anyone climb out of a damn car.

You swayed your hips as you walked the sidewalk to your house, waltzing into the house, leaving the door open behind you. You bent at the waist to remove your shoes, but Matthew’s hands grasped your hips, hands sinking into the flesh blissfully. His hips collided with your ass, grinding just momentarily before he stepped back to sip off his shoes. You lifted your torso, slowly adding just the smallest hint of a body roll.

“Fuck baby girl, you know exactly what you’re doing,” His chest was rising and falling noticeably now, and he backed you up against the wall, caging you in his arms while he kicked the door shut with a slam. “But I’m gonna teach you even more, just like I will when we dance.”

With that you threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him to you, craving those lips you hadn’t been able to take your eyes off of. He grabbed your waist and lifted you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. You felt his member rub against your core just a little as he walked, making you tremble with anticipation. He never broke the kiss, that was until he asked you where your room was.

“First room on the left,” You wanted to chuckle at his little blush, but he took your mouth for his own. He gave you not one ounce of control, even smacking your ass while he was walking.

He seemed good at this, he opened the door expertly and threw you on the bed, only taking a moment to rip his shirt off before he caged you with his body. You had absolutely no control over situation, and it was a huge change for you, but you welcomed it. You liked the fear that mingled with anticipation in your stomach. You didn’t know what was going to happen next, utterly helpless to his whims.

His lips met yours once more, biting at your bottom lip harshly as his hand came up to hold your throat lightly, just tight enough to give you a new sensation. The callouses on his palms scratched at your skin, heightening the sensations running through your veins. You felt a fire of animalistic desire building around your body, swallowing your mind slowly.

“Hm, what’s this princess? Have you never been dominated?” He smirked against your mouth as his hands started to roam your body, caressing you just to grab your hips roughly. Your back arched at all the new sensations, and your pride seemed to have disappeared in that very moment.

“Y-yes,” You whined as his teeth nipped at your earlobe, leaving fire in their wake.

“Don’t worry baby,” His voice hit your ear as a hot, breathy whisper, “I’ll show you how it’s done. You won’t want to ride another man after you know how this feels.”

Your mind was completely enveloped in desire, you couldn’t think of anything but your aching core, how you wanted to be blindfolded, and tied up and toyed with. As though Matthew had read your mind, he grabbed at his shirt on the edge of the bed, twisting it up roughly before putting it over your eyes and tying it behind your head. At that moment, he shoved his leg in between your thighs, offering some friction. You rolled your hips you try to give yourself some stimulation, but it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Fuck baby, you’re into thigh-riding? Come here…” His voice has turned into a deep growl as he repositioned your bodies, placing your arms around his neck and lowering you down onto his thigh. He held his iron grip on your hips and started guiding you back and forth, flexing his muscles to offer more pleasure.

As much as desire ripped at the both of you, Matthew was moving along painfully slow. He wanted to give you the best of the best, have his whole, unadulterated, way with you. He was going to enjoy every ounce of your body.

Your lips parted and your let your head lull just slightly as your pussy was roughly guided along a one way track of pleasure. Your wetness was starting to soak through your panties, skirt pushed up your body in a lewd fashion. Panting started to turn to moans and your body was getting more and more sensitive. Not being able to see heightened all your senses. You could feel the rips in Matthew’s jeans as your thighs ran over them, your lower lips appreciating the surprising bumps.

“Mmm, god please give me more?” Your head hung forward and you felt your forehead meet his, your breaths intermingling.

“You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” Matthew’s head lowered to your breasts, taking one clothed peak into his mouth, still guiding your hips over his leg. The way his tongue swirled over your nipple before he teethed on it gently sent your head backwards, back arching into his mouth and hands lacing with his hair. Even just this much was enough to send you over the edge.

“Yes, I’m a greedy little slut,” You whimpered, “so please make me feel good Matthew.”

He stopped right that instant, pushing you off him leg and pulling you back to him so you were sat in between his legs, back pressed against his chest. His member poked at your lower back, a prominent bump in his otherwise flat body.

“What did you just call me?” His breath was hot against your neck as his hands spread your legs.

“M-Matthew,” You whispered, afraid of what he was going to do next. His hand snaked around your hips and placed itself on your soaked panties.

“Call me Daddy,” He teased you, lightly touching you.

“Daddy, please make me feel good.”

“Anything for my princess,” He chuckled darkly as he ripped your panties to the side and assaulted your clit, working it like an expert. His tongue ran laps up your neck and back down. His callouses felt so rough on you, sending you closer with each little flick he gave you. You couldn’t help but let out wanton moans, even clenching your jaw when it got to be too much.

“A-aah!” Your legs trembled with ecstasy.

“You’re not allowed to come yet baby, there’s so much more for me to do to you before you’re even allowed to think about coming.” His voice was aggressive, not hiding any of his intentions.

“But, i-it’s too mu-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence because he plunged a digit into your core, making colors explode all over your body. “Fuck!” You exclaimed.

“Hah, I don’t care, you are not allowed to come,” He teased you, moving his wrist languidly, eliciting lewd sounds from your lower lips. He continued until he saw your hands grip the bed sheets, something inside him breaking. “Want me to go faster baby girl?”

“Yes, yes, yes please Daddy go faster! I need more…” You were pleading with him, you wanted to feel your head spin as his fingers sent you over.

He wasted no time in adding two more digits, welcomed easily by your slick walls. You had no idea how his wrist moved so fast, causing your abs to tremble at the sensation.

“Fuck princess,” His chest was heaving, “I love the way your pussy sounds mixed with your moans.”

“Please Daddy, can I come?”

“Absolutely not, I’m not through with you baby,” He gave you a few more thrusts before pushing you away from him again. You felt his weight shift the bed as he moved around, only to lift your arms over your head to remove your bra, then push you down to strip you of your pesky skirt and panties. There were a few moments of suspense as his weight left the bed, you were sure he was stripping himself as well. Once he joined you again he used his tongue to lick a stripe up your folds before moving up your body. Your back arched off the bed, loving the surprise of all this. Even more surprise came when he teased you with the tip of his dick. You could only imagine its size, even as he dipped into your walls just a little only to pull back and tease you some more.

“God please Daddy, just fuck me!” You were so frustrated at all his teasing, you wanted to feel full of him, you wanted you hear him grunt at how good you felt. You wanted to hear the sound of his skin slapping yours, the sound of the bead creaking as he picked up pace.

All your wishes were granted when he stuffed himself in you with no hesitation, filling to the absolute limit. You had imagined he had a big cock, but not enough to make you feel this filled up.

“Ah fuck princess, you’re still so tight,” He leaned down and moaned into your ear before taking the lobe into his mouth. You felt like you were on cloud nine when he started rolling his hips at a steady pace. His hips were definitely those of a dancer, distinctive of the sinful way he flicked them at the end of each thrust.

He finally let his mouth suck blossoms of purple onto your neck, trailing down until he took your peak into his mouth. He let one of his hands roam down between your bodies to play with your sensitive bud, sending you to nirvana. Your entire body felt like it was tightening, such a serious orgasm was approaching and you couldn’t bear to let it go.

“Pretty please Daddy, I’m begging you,” You felt his hips rock into yours faster, “a-ah! Please let me come Daddy I’m so close!” Your words seemed to reach him , and he caught your mouth with his before responding.

“Alright, you can come now,” He removed his hand from your clit and focused on pounding you into oblivion, so he could follow you. Your walls clenched around him and he felt your entire body tense as you came around his cock.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, Daddy!” Your voice cracked as it rose to a scream, your face screwing up as he kept going, burying his head into your neck.

He knew he was close, and you were already in overdrive, body limp and twitching under him.

“Open your mouth princess,” Matthew grunted as he pulled out and scurried up your body to fuck your face. Just moments passed as he savored the way your pretty lips looked wrapped around his cock, hands weakly holding his hips and he rocked into your throat. You weren’t even gagging, just humming in pleasure which is what ultimately sent him over, spilling his seed straight down your throat. His body stood still for a moment as you swirled your tongue around him before pulling out and collapsing next you on the bed.

He pulled the makeshift blindfold off you and pulled you into his arm, always the part of his after-care routine he never skipped.

You caught a glimpse of an award winning smile as your eyes fluttered open. “Well, how was it?”

“I… I’ve never felt like that before. How do you… Wow… I never thought I was a sub.”

“Mm, you were a very good sub, princess.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. You knew none of this was going to last, but it felt nice to be held in someone’s arms. “Let’s sleep.”

You nodded in agreement, all too tired to answer. Your eyes fluttered shut, slipping into an amazing sleep wrapped in Matthew’s arms.

Important Lessons (Ch. 3)

Saizo x MC, as always there is smut. Hope you enjoy this chapter, packed with exposition, because I know I did. Thank ya’ll for reading (as always) I hope you like it! 

Ch. 1, 2, 3, 4

A yawn left your lips as you stretched your body out, relishing the soft ache of your sleepy limbs. The light of early morning shined across your face, making you hum softly in discontent, burying your face away from the offending sunshine. You bed seemed firmer than usual, and very very warm, had you fallen asleep on the couch again?

Before your sleepy mind could begin to make sense of those concepts you again felt the specter of sleep making you drowsy, something softly lulling you back into a state of contentment, the firm movement against your hair turning your displeasure into a sweet sigh.

That is until you realized what was going on.

Someone was petting your head.

Your eyes flew open, your body tensing as you quickly shot up, looking around the room in confusion.

Not your living room.

You looked down.

Not your couch.

And on that couch that did not belong to you laid a very amused looking man that was oh so familiar.

Professor Kirigakure.

Who you were currently straddling, the sudden coolness of your skin reminding you that you were very…naked.

As was he.

You were pretty sure that your blush could have powered any major city, could have lit up the night sky, could have been seen from the space station.

“E-Eh?” Was all you managed, crossing your arms over your chest in a reactive attempt at modesty. Saizo chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I think it is a little too late for all that little lady, I already know what they look like.” Your blush only deepened. You had fallen asleep? Yeah, you had, actually. Your brought your hands to your face, an embarrassed squeak leaving your mouth. You had fallen asleep, shortly after midnight, your body quite tired by that point. Your professor had….impressive stamina, amongst other things.

You let your hands fall, glancing at his handsome profile, there was no point in your hiding, he was right after all, he’d seen basically all of you at this point.

“I’m sorry” You had definitely not expected to stay that late and had certainly not expected to stay the night. You had basically broken booty call 101. You offered him an apologetic look, climbing off of him, chiding yourself for overstaying your welcome. What if someone had shown up?  

In the light of morning Saizo had become all business, stepping away from you and heading back into what you assumed was his bedroom.

“Ah, Saizo-” You began, taking a step to follow him.

A sharp look on his part froze you in your steps.

“I think it is important we remember our boundaries.” His voice was calm, even,and almost cold. You could feel the blood drain from your face.

“A-Ah, right, of course.” you rocked on your heels, securing your tights and smoothing out your dress. “I just wanted to know how you planned on me inconspicuously walking out of here.” You stood in his living room, doing your best to appraise to what degree it was obvious what you had been doing last night.

Saizo stepped out of his room, the messy perfection of his usual look restored, walking over to you he brushed a hand through your hair, his breath hot on your ear.

“Mmmhph.” You stifled a sound as he ran his tongue along the shell of your ear.

“I would suggest you just walk out and try your best to appear inconspicuous.” He patted the back of your head in a gesture of mock-advice. “Just do your best to avoid Yukimura.”

“Who?” You questioned as he ushered you through the door.

“Don’t forget your test tomorrow.”

And the door was shut at your back.

A deep intake of breath.

You were in too deep.

You took the stairs this time, feeling more than a bit of surprise at the loudness of morning in the apartment complex. As if on cue a girl darted past you, clutching a bag of what looked like vegetables, followed closely by a blonde guy who you were pretty sure had been in one of your sophomore english classes. What the hell? You paused mid-step, even more confused than you haed been a moment before. What was his name? Wasn’t he a pharm major?

Maybe one of them was Yukimura?

You shrugged, bounding out of the apartment complex, drawing your jacket up higher around your neck.

Did you have strong enough makeup to cover all these damn hickeys?


You stared down into the swirling liquid of your cup of coffee, the dark circles under your eyes representing the truly horrifying experience known as midterms. You blinked several times, doing your best to stay awake after several days of studying and not much else. You were pretty sure you had broken the enter button on your computer trying to refresh your grades online.

The only one that had yet to be posted.

Professor Kirigakure.

You rolled your eyes while your insides churned. The coffee diet was going to kill you one of these days.

You just needed these grades posted. You took another sip of your coffee, cursing the man for being such a distraction.

Actually, to be fair, besides that one night before the midterm and the midterm almost a week ago, you’d barely seen your teacher. Except for one very heated, quick make out session in his office the day before yesterday that had left your breathless and yearning (and still without the grade information you had asked for).

You missed him. Not that you would have ever told him, or anyone else. But he was busy, or so you thought. You were the one at his beck and call after all. If he wanted you, you’d come. But you sure weren’t about to show up at his doorstep uninvited.

Although you doubted you would have been the first woman to do it.

It wasn’t lost on you how ridiculous this situation was.

One more refresh.


You almost dumped out your coffee.

The bastard had given you a B, and not just any B, a B that was literally only two percentage points from being rounded to an A.

You huffed, hopping up to your feet.

You needed a drink.

You checked your phone. It was Friday, hadn’t he said something about being busy this weekend at some point?

You had no texts from him to suggest otherwise.

You were going to go out with Oichi. You bobbed your head in assent with yourself. A girls’ night at the bar sounded really good right about now. Plus she had been trying to get you to go for so long, and you had no excuse not to.

Some play time would probably be good for your spirit.


“Hold still!” Oichi huffed, tugging you closer to her. “You need these sparkles!” She was straddling you, holding you down on her bed as she applied a fine freckling of glitter to your face.

“Oichi, why?” You stopped struggling, holding your eyes shut as you let her work her magic.

“It’s the latest fashion, and a punishment for keeping secrets!” She squealed in delight,continuing her ministrations as you fell silent. “Just desserts, as Nobu would say”

Right, secrets. Oichi had seen right through you, or well,  had seen your hickeys at least and like dam breaking the questions had flown from her mouth. Who? When? Where had you been? Was he cute? Did she know him?

And you had said nothing.

Not a thing. You had sat, tight lipped, laughing off her questions, doing you best to convince her that it was no big deal, just a booty call with a decently attractive boy.

Hah. Well, at least a part of that was right.

She rolled off of you, her laughter having devolved into giggles.

“What’d you do Oichi?” You pouted, sitting up.

“Nothing it was just the look on your face.” You glanced at yourself in the mirror, marvelling at the job she had done. Good enough for the bar. That was for sure.

“Wow this actually looks really nice.” You brushed your fingers against your face, only to have her swat your hands away.

“You’ll mess it up if you touch it.” She stuck her tongue out at you, helping you off the bed. You nodded, rolling your eyes.

“I got it,lady.


The bar was dark, filled with just enough people you felt like you could get lost in the crown, and just smokey enough to make you feel light headed.

That accompanied with the fast paced music made it ideal for what Oichi had wanted.

“You need to let down your hair” She grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you on the dancefloor. “Come on, have some fun for once.”

“I can have fun after I have a drink!” You had half-shouted a reply over the music, glancing over at the bartender. It would take more than a drink to get you to loosen up, but it was worth a start. She kept you a moment longer, the beat of the music drawing your body into movement. Only a moment. Then you tore away, escaping her in favor of the bar.

“Something stiff.” You told the bartender, watching him pour the amber liquid into a glass with some interest. You’d never been one for the bar scene, but Oichi loved to dance. Who were you to ruin that for her? You tilted the drink back, doing your best to streamline the drinking process, before setting the empty glass on the table.

Time to ‘let your hair down’ or whatever


And now you were sweaty, seated back at the bar, and simply tired. That good kind of tired where you knew your bones would ache in the morning from all the fun you had. Several more drinks in your system had certainly loosened you up, ensuring that you were happily babbling to Oichi, feeling lighter than you had in a long time.

It was nice to relax, wasn’t it?

You looked toward Oichi, who had gone quiet.

“Hey, Oichi, whats up?” You followed her gaze, wondering what had caused the change.

She kept her eyes on the crowd, searching for something or rather someone, before her eyes widened and then narrowed again.

“Oh my goodness.” She mumbled, turning to you quickly. “Hey, Hey, look over there, is that…isn’t that professor Kirigakure? “ It was like someone had dunked you in ice water. You searched the crowd, before finally landing your eyes on him.

Sure as certain it was him. You turned back to the bartender, asking for a round of shots for you and Oichi.You were not drunk enough to handle this type of social situation.

“You’re right.” You tried to hold in a laugh, marveling at the situation you were now in. “Who is he with though?” Saizo was very attractive for sure, but that other guy - tall, with eyes an unsettlingly beautiful shade of blue- you were sure could do some damage on his own.

“That is Sanada Yukimura.” Oichi replied, looking him up and down. “He’s a frat guy, one of the good ones from what I heard. He is all about the sports, if you couldn’t tell.”

:Oh I can tell.” With those defined muscles? Oh yeah you could tell. 

So that was Yukimura. You wondered why Saizo wanted you to avoid him?

“We should say hi!”

“Oh no, we should not.”

“Oh come on.Yukimura is almost untouchable, I wanna have a shot!”

“You can go say hi, Oichi. You don’t need me to do it with you”

“That is lame! He’s with your professor, it would be weird if I went and said hi. I DID drop his class, remember?”

“I’m not saying hi unless he fixes my grades, Oichi.” You cut her off, giving her a look. “Plus, there is no situation where this is not weird.”

“Maybe you can ask him to fix it now” Oichi leaned over to you, whispering in your ear, a grin on her face. “If you know what I mean.” Oh jeez, you turned your face quickly, trying to hide the blush on your face. You did know what she meant. In fact, you had a better grasp on what she meant than she did at this point.

You just needed to play this off.

“Oichi, this is so weird, we should go to another bar.” You downed the shot in front of you, a shiver going down your spine. “There are a ton of bars, with a ton of cute guys that didn’t walk in with the professor I still have half a semester with.”  You looked at her with pleading eyes. “Look I’ll get the tab, Oichi-”

Too late, she was bouncing off, an evil grin quite similar to her brother’s on her face.

You wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment.

You reached for your phone, fiddling with it for a moment. One well placed call to her demon older brother and this situation would be taken care of. You could be home in your bed, you could-

“Well hello there, doll.” An unknown voice right at your ear startled you, making you turn quickly to meet eyes with whoever had violated your bubble.

“Um” You looked at him, taking a step back. The words ‘stranger danger’ playing in your head on repeat.  Until you looked at him further. Not a stranger, no, not a stranger at all.

“Date Shigezane.” You breathed his name in relief. Not just some random creep. You and Shige knew each other decently enough.

“The one and only.” He grinned at you, ushering the bartender over. “You look a little down, here let me put the pep back in your step.” Tequila. You snorted. Great, now you had two choices. Take this shot or go to Oichi.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Serious as a heart attack.

You bit your lip, normally you would have been all for it. Given the situation however, you felt anxiety bubbling in your stomach. You turned your gaze over to Oichi, seeing her giggling up at Yukimura, her charm turned up to maximum capacity. The poor guy was as red as a tomato. Saizo stood beside him, obviously bored at whatever conversation they were having.


Shigezane stood across from you and showed no signs letting up his attempt to get you to drink, handing you a lime and some salt. Your eyes kept trailing away from him, looking back as your professor, until finally you glanced back only to meet his dark red eyes. Your own widened a fraction, before you glanced away quickly. Shit. You were not smooth.

Wait a second. You took  a breath. Could you take this shot…seductively?

You glanced back at Saizo, noting that he still seemed to be keeping an eye on you, although he seemed to be paying attention to Oichi’s attempts to woo Yukimura.

“Okay, Okay Shige. I’ll do it. I will take this shot with you.” You licked up the side of your hand, doing your best to appear alluring, following it with a sprinkle of salt.

“Ready doll?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He counted down from three and you quickly tilting it back, enjoying the salty sour that followed.

“Ah.” You huffed in victory, sitting the empty shotglass on the table.

“We did it!” He cheered happily, offering you his hand, which you promptly high fived.

“Hell yes!”

And then your phone vibrated.

“Hm?” You pulled it out, looking at the message, eyes wide.

Meet him outside?

You glanced up, sure enough Saizo was gone. A soft flush covered your cheeks. Ah, was he serious? You looked back at Oichi. She was fine, and if Yukimura was as chivalrous as you had been led to believe he’d certainly keep her out of trouble for at least an hour.

“Er, excuse me.” You put your hand out, trying to stifle the visions of him that filled your head.. “I…um…look I came here with someone and I need to get back to them, I really do. So…Er.” You took a step away, and then another. “It was nice talking to you Shigezane,really, but I do have to go.” All the while Shigezane watched you and the blush crawling up your face, a wide grin on his own features.

And you walked away from him, just like that.

“Good luck!” He called after you, making you shake your head in embarrassment.

The things you did to get some.

You found yourself stepping outside before you even realized you had allowed your feet to carry you there.

Where was he?

“Ah, little lady.” You felt his lips at your ear, the lace of amusement through his voice. “Your date not going so well?” His tone had changed, the amusement gaining a darker sound, what was it?

“Date?” You turned to him, look up at him in open confusion. “Oichi and I aren’t-” Oh wait, he hadn’t seen you with her had he? He’d seen you with Shigezane, and you were sure that Oichi had been nice enough to not divulge your presence.

“So she’s with you then? I should have known.” Saizo pulled away from you, studying your features with a practiced eye. “The same glitter.” He ran a thumb over your cheek, smearing her hard work with clear intention.

“Mmm, yeah. That is her niche.” You replied, before getting back to the point. “I wasn’t on a date. As if I would-”

“As if you would ever, what? Have a little fun.” He was smirking at you, drawing you closer to him with his hands at your hips. “That wasn’t the impression I got.”

A dangerous thought crossed your mind: had he been jealous? Was he jealous?

“Shigezane was just providing me some much needed alcohol.” You countered, allowing your body to press against his. “After all, I needed to recover, to have a little fun, as you said.”

“Oh so the little dog has a name?” Your eyes widened at the gleam in his eyes, decidedly possessive. You decided to press your luck.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous, Professor.” You lifted a hand to brush your hair out of your face, only to have him grab it, bringing it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your pulsepoint. You drew in a breath sharply as he sank his teeth into the spot, drawing a mewl of pain from your lips.

“What exactly are you trying to do, little lady?”  He was frowning at you and you felt your body shiver against his. A brief trickle of adrenaline pumped through your veins as you waited on his next move. He had you pressed against the rough brick of the wall behind you, leaving you very literally at his mercy.

“Depends.” You all but whispered, angling your face to where your lips were almost touching his. You were feeling risky. “On what I can get you to do to me.” Yes, you had missed it, the pressure of his body against yours, the scent of his cologne, the wild intoxication that flooded your blood whenever he touched you.

He pulled away from you instantly, leaving you breathless with anxiety. Oh fuck.You’d fucked up. Just like that, you’d ruined it. You were completely out of line, oh goodness. This was good while it lasted. Why were you this way?

“Stop.” His voice cut through you and you snapped your eyes up to his face. His eyes, like the color of dried blood, seemed to see into your very soul. It was like he could read your racing thoughts. “Like always, you started this and you’re going to finish it.” He reached out, grasping your bruised wrist.


“I suggest you come with me, unless you want me to fuck you up against this brick wall.” Oh, nevermind, you had not fucked up. His voice seemed hoarse and heavy-laden with desire, and you were once again hooked.

You allowed him to pull you with him, ignoring the sharpness of his grip, a sort of relief building in you as he pushed you into the backseat of a car, shoving his lips against yours. Your nails dug into the material of the seat underneath you as you scrambled for purchase to steady yourself. Still he didn’t let up, all but straddling you, one of his hands already snaking into your jeans. You arched your back, pressing closer to him as he stroked you through your underwear. You could hardly breathe, stars spinning in your vision.

“Saii-Saizo” You allowed yourself to fall back, staring up at him as your chest rapidly rose and fell. “Please.” you were begging, wriggling against him, crying out for more. He untangled himself from you, a pleased smirk on his face as your low whine of displeasure.

“We have to be quick about this.” his long fingers easily undid and pulled down your pants and underwear, letting them gather at your ankles. You finished the job for him, kicking them off. “I’m not sure about your friend, but dear little Yukimura can’t bear to be left alone for that long.” His tone was teasing, even as he gripped your hips, turning you over in one smooth motion. “On your knees, little lady.” Oh that tone.

“He seemed flustered.” You conceded, firmly planting your hands on the seat, following his instructions. “But if Oichi gets her way, he’ll be busy for a hot minute at least.” You laughed softly, an easy sound, failing to note the way his eyes softened at the sound or the lightness of his touch as he caressed your skin.

“If I would have known his virtue was in danger, I would have left him there and gone to ruin yours a bit sooner.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already ruined my virtue, sir.” Your voice caught at the last note as he thrust a finger inside of you.

“I believe we freely offered that, didn’t we?” He added another finger, crooking the digits inside of you, making you whimper.

“Y-Yes.” You weren’t sure if you were replying to him or begging him for more. “Yes, Saizo”

“Why are you always so eager to please?” His question didn’t warrant a response, and you both let it hang in the air. But he didn’t stop there. “So eager for my touch. ” You nodded, a mumbled cry of pleasure tumbling from your mouth.

He removed his fingers, leaving you feeling hollow. “But there is more that you want, isn’t there little lady?” He unbuckled his belt, and briefly the car was filled only with the sound of his undressing.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you took a breath. This little game of cat and mouse has extended far beyond what you had thought it would. An odd feeling seemed to bubble up like a wellspring inside of you.

Affection, adoration, feelings that you did not want to put names to right at this moment.

His hands roughly pressed into the flesh of your thighs as he pulled you to him, making you hiss as the sharp moment.The feeling of him being inside you was so good. Just so good.

One of his hands wound through your hair, tugging you back as the other one kept a steady hold on your hip. The painful tug bringing a pleasured gasp to your lips, followed by a moan.

“H-Harder” You keened, as he pulled you closer to him, leaning over you to sink his teeth into your neck. “M-More, please.” You could hear his breathing in your ear, a comforting sound, and your body shivered. Goodness, you loved him.

Oh shit. You loved him.

And more than just a little bit. 

His thrusts were hard, fast, his intention clear. There was a clear desperation in the atmosphere, perhaps brought about by absence, perhaps by something else. You were already so on edge. He seemed to take you apart so fast, so easily.

Still time seemed relative. With him there was never enough time, you never had enough. You were insatiable. 

Your eyes opened, and your shallow breathes turned to pants. A sound not unlike a sob left your throat as you reached your climax, a tidal wave of emotions cascading over you. Tears threatened to brim in your eyes as you felt him stiffen, heard the low moan leave his throat, his warmth filling you.

“A-ahhh.” You whimpered as he pulled out, your whole body trembling. He noticed your weakness helped you over, lying you flat on your back again.

“You’re a pretty little mess.” He dressed himself quickly, letting you catch your breath. His gaze never once left your face, even as you pulled your clothes back on, sitting up in the car. His look lingered long enough to the point where you had to look away, feeling bashful under his gaze.

“I thought we were over that.” He pulled you back to him, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss. “It’s odd for someone who was moaning so wantonly before to be so shy after the fact.” He chuckled, openly the door to the car, pulling you out with him. That only made you blush harder.

“It doesn’t seem like your Yukimura came looking for you.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He trailed a hand down your neck. “Lucky us.”

Right, lucky you.

An awkward moment passed, before you shrugged, stepping away.

“I guess I should go find Oichi.” You sighed, glancing at him. “Oh, and Professor, can I schedule an appointment for this week?”

“To what do I owe the honor, little lady?” His tone was dry, like he could already see where this was going.

“Just academic issues, sir.” You smiled at him, a mischievous look.

“Come during office hours.” he pressed a finger to your forehead. “And without the scent of dog clinging to you.”

Oh he had been jealous.

He turned on his heels, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

“I’ll see you around.”


Oichi took one look at you after you finally found her, still in the bar, and groaned.

“Oh come on! How did you manage to get laid?”

“It was the glitter. Oichi.” You giggled, pulling her into a hug. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Tagging: @lexiiferr @jemchew @frywen-babbles @tokugawalady @tearscrime @nairil-daeris Feel free to reblog and tag other people. ~ Thanks again for reading, and putting up with me and this college AU.


A/N: An anon request for an angsty smut piece where the reader walks into Spencer’s apartment to see that he is seriously thinking about using again. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @hogwarts-konoha @lukeassmanalvez @sweetg @yoinkpeter 

Warnings: Smut


“Spence?” Walking into the apartment felt like walking into a mausoleum - barely lit, stale, quiet save for the occasional creaking that sent shivers up your spine. It felt wrong. Spencer’s apartment was always on the darker side, but it was warm and inviting, never without the smell of musty old books and freshly-brewed tea.

Since joining the BAU four years earlier, you’d set foot in Spencer’s apartment more times than you could count, but this time it felt different. You knew that the cases were getting to him a lot lately, especially this last one, but your heart beat frantically in your chest as you rounded corner after corner wondering what you might find. “Spence?” Again, you got no answer. Each step was a step further into uncertainty; it was bringing tears to your eyes.

When you gently slipped open the door to his bedroom, you felt simultaneous relief and heartbreak. Your mind had gone to the worst possibly thought - that maybe he’d tried to do something to himself and succeeded. He was sitting upright on the bed staring down blankly at his nightside table. 

On the dark and dingy wood, scuffed and marred by years of spilled drinks, and fingernails desperately searching for the snooze button, stood a small bottle of some kind of clear liquid. At first, you couldn’t figure out what it was, but when you looked between him and the bottle, his gaze so stark and transfixed it scared you, you knew what it was. He told you about those few short years after he started at the Bureau - what happened in Atlanta. 

Kneeling down, you placed your hand on his knees. “Spence, it’s not worth it. You’re not alone. You don’t need to do this.” As soon as you started at the Bureau, Spencer became your best friend; he was the one you could always come to for comfort, and he felt the same way about you. He’d texted you to ask you to come over. He didn’t want to do this; he wanted someone, you, to talk him out of it. “Spence, look at me.”

The tap of the knee turned him toward you finally. It was as if he had just allowed himself to blink, realizing that someone was here. “I wasn’t here when this happened before, but I’m here now. You don’t need that. You’re not alone.”

“Can you take it away from me?” Because of his seeming vacancy, you’d expected his voice to be low and meek, but he wasn’t; he was very sure of what he was asking. “I don’t trust myself.”

You bit your bottom lip and choked back the tears. He needed you to be strong right now, so you did your best. “Is there any more? Don’t hold back. If there’s any more anywhere in the apartment, let me know so that I can take it away.”

Spencer swallowed hard and stood up, waiting for you to grab the bottle already in view before walking to the bathroom cabinet and revealing a bottle, and the kitchen cabinet, to reveal one more. “That’s it,” he said, his eyes downcast toward the floor, ashamed. “That’s all of them, I swear.”

“Look directly at me and say it again.”

“That’s all of it. I swear.”

More than anyone else you knew, you could tell when Spencer was lying, and he wasn’t. “I believe you. What do you need me to do?” Under normal circumstances, there was nothing you wouldn’t do for Spencer, so right now, there was truly nowhere you wouldn’t go and nothing you wouldn’t do to make him feel better.

“Can you just stay with me for a while?” He hated showing his vulnerability, but he would with you.

You placed the three bottles of dilaudid into your bag and grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch where you sat in the corner and motioned for him to join you. In just a few swift movements, he laid down across the remainder of the couch and placed his head in your lap. “Just take deep breaths,” you said. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

As he took his first deep breath, you ran your hands through his hair, massaging his scalp to try and help him to relax. At first, it wasn’t working - through closed eyelids, you could see his eyes filling with tears. “It’s okay, Spence.”

“It’s not,” he said instantly. “It’s not okay. I thought I was stronger than this.”

“Spence, you called me to tell you not to do this. Not only did you leave yourself vulnerable to me, you didn’t actually do it - that takes strength.” Heated tears slipped down your cheeks. You were doing your best to stay strong for him, but seeing him in so much pain - hearing the despair in each crack of his voice - was ripping you apart. “That takes so much strength. Please give yourself credit.”

He seemed to take your words to heart, because he broke out into a fit of silent tears. You let him cry. His tears slowly but surely slipped out your jeans, soaking the material through and through, until about 20 minutes later when he stopped.  Sitting up, he took a deep breath. “Thank you for coming over.”

Anytime, Spence. Seriously. Do you want some tea?”

He nodded; tea would probably do him some good right now. After putting on a pot, you sat back at his side. “You’re never alone. Please remember that.”

“I know,” he replied, his lips turning upward into the smallest of smiles. “That’s why I texted you.”

Nearly an hour went by in silence while you both drank your tea. After washing dishes for him, you turned to leave, stopping in your tracks when he said your name. “Y/N…thank you again.”

Turning around, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in, a few silent tears of your own making their way onto his shirt. When you tilted your head upward to tell him again that he never had to do this alone, some unknown force made you lean in to brush your lips against his. Spencer moaned just slightly into your mouth, bringing his hands to the sides of your head and taking your mouth in a desperate kiss. He gathered you close to him by the small of your back and brought you back inside, kicking the door closed.

When he pinned you up against the wall to lock it, you pulled your mouth from his. “Are you sure, Spence? I am more than okay with doing this, but only if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” he whispered. 

With his okay, you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist and started to unbutton his shit as he ran his lips up the length of your neck, gently licking and kissing along the way and bringing goosebumps to your skin. His left handed glided up the side of your neck to tangle itself in your hair before you moved his arms to push the shirt off his shoulders. The delicate muscles of his shoulders rippled as he hoisted you into a more comfortable position and briskly walked you back toward his bedroom where you’d found him earlier. 

Before laying you down, he pulled your shirt up over your head and kissed between the valley of your breasts, seemingly drowning himself in you. As your heated skin came into contact with cool sheets, you reached behind your back to undo your bra, throwing it out of your line of sight. 

All trace of tears had disappeared. Now his eyes reflected a deep-seeded need. He came to hover over you, his tongue parting your lips as his hand slipped into your panties, feeling the wetness that had accumulated there. Of course there was time for foreplay, but you were both beyond that right now. 

If you wanted him as badly as you did, you couldn’t imagine how Spencer felt. Open mouthed kisses traveled down your torso as he removed your jeans and panties; his mouth slipped over your sex and made you even more desperate for skin on skin contact.

After removing his own pants and briefs, he returned to the bed and lifted your leg around his waist. “Are you sure, Spence?” You asked him one more time. Last thing you wanted was for him to regret this in the morning because he was in a vulnerable place. Even completely naked, if he wasn’t comfortable with this, you’d get up and leave and try to pretend things had never come this far.

“I’m positive,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion as he placed himself at your entrance and slid inside. Your sex enveloped him immediately and you cried out into his neck, your hands tangled in his hair again. Spencer whimpered into your mouth as he thrusted in and out of you, seeking relief from the thoughts running around his brain - the ones that had brought you here to begin with. 

As he pumped in and out of you, you grasped at his back, nails raking against taut muscles as his teeth gently bit down on your neck. “Oh, fuck…Spence…oh my god. Please.”

He responded in kind, increasing his pace as he moaned into your mouth. You cried out again and took control, pushing against him so you could turn him over and have him underneath you. Once in position, you laid flush against him and moved your hips in figure eights, grinding your sex down onto him with the practiced expertise of a dancer. “Fuck, Y/N…I’m gonna…I-I…”

“It’s okay,” you whispered, swallowing his guttural groan as he arched underneath you and dug his fingers into your hips. “Come for me, Spence.” You followed closely behind, shaking with the force of your release.

Falling to the side, you let your hand rest on his chest while he caught his breath. “Do you want me to go?” You asked. He hadn’t said anything, and if he was regretting this, you needed to leave as soon as possible. 

“No.” He said it instantly and forcefully, almost scared that you wanted to leave. “I want you to stay. I r-really want you to stay.”

“Okay, good,” you whispered, pressing your lips against his. “I’m just gonna use the bathroom and I’ll be right back.” You didn’t expressly state it, but Spencer knew what you were doing. You flushed the dilaudid down the toilet and cleaned yourself up before returning to him. When you slipped underneath the blankets, he gathered you close to him and placed a kiss in the crook of your neck. “You’re not alone, Spence,” you said again, your eyes drifting close, both emotionally and physically exhausted. “You’re never alone.”

As sleep overtook you both, his hand gave yours a gentle squeeze. He made it through the day. Tomorrow was a new journey.