ugh all my kinks

I like you

John didn’t know how he got himself in this position, he remembered being firm and saying no a couple of times but then, she smiled at him. She freaking smiled like he had never done anything wrong in his life. Next thing he knew he was looking at her dead in the eye while she smirked and held the razor in her hands. 

Y/N sat on the bathroom’s counter so her hands could reach his face freely, and her eyes could actually supervise what she was doing. “I just wanna see how you look like without it,” she said for the third time since they first began discussing it. John raised an eyebrow and didn’t even bothered to reply. “It grows back” she argued.

 Y/N wanted to go old school with the straight razor and everything, but after contemplating that idea she realized it wouldn’t be a good option. 

Y/N leaned towards his tall figure taking him by surprised and without a hurry she pecked his lips. Once…Twice….Until she got a smile out of him. The corner of her lips switch up as she ended the kiss. 

He felt her tip her head once more to the side letting him know she wasn’t done and he couldn’t help but to respond by placing his right hand in the back of her neck bringing her to him once more. 

This time she cut it short by pulling his bottom lip in a teasing manner. “Shall we?” She asked, like nothing had passed. He sighed, placing his hands on her bare thighs. John looked at her in an almost mocking fashion. “How do you want me?” He asked. She smirked. “That’s a very dangerous question to ask, Mr. Wick" 

“Just leaned your head back” Her right hand moved slowly, as she was afraid to hurt him. That thought alone sounded silly since he had endured so much pain over the years, a small cut wouldn’t begin to faze him. 

Half way through they had turn on the radio and now low music was heard in the background. Y/N had only swore once so far, when she almost cut him but thankfully she had managed to avoid it. It was coming on nicely and she was surprised that John hadn’t complained so far. In fact, he seemed relaxed.

Seeing him like that made her genuinely happy. His hands kept going from her thighs to her waist which didn’t exactly help her concentration, but if it helped him stay on the relaxation train then she would find a way to deal with it. 

When half was done, she joked that her hand was getting tired and that maybe she would finish the following day. Y/N thought his reaction was priceless and when he threw her a don’t you dare look, she could only reply in laughter.

 "…and done!“ Y/N said excitedly as she, with a towel, cleaned him up. 

"You know I could’ve done that part” he replied. “Nope. I offer full service” She examined him, adding finishing touches like he was her canvas and he was her most important project so far. 

“Hmm" 

"What?” He immediately replied. It was stupid, he wasn’t nervous but when she stared at him like that, he felt like he couldn’t hide anything from her. Uneasy, that’s the word he was looking for. He didn’t enjoyed feeling exposed. 

“You look,” she began to say slowly as if she was trying to build suspense. “Different. Not a bad different” she added quickly, “Just that. Different” She thought he looked younger in a way, but she guessed all men do when they shaved their beards.

As her arms went around his neck as she took him in, another thought came to Y/N’s mind, one that had been crawling its way through her for awhile now but she didn’t dared to voiced it. Not yet. Not until she was sure John was ready to confess as well what she already knew. So she simply smiled and said. “I like it. I like you" 

His fingers brushed her hair out of her face, his hand then cupped her cheek as John took a small breath before replying. He heard those words knowing they disguised deeper feelings. Something he never thought he would experience again with someone new. "I like you too" 

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 13

Inspired by: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

 Bill Withers’ “Aint No Sunshine”

Featuring: Spencer Reid x Reader   Setting: Season 4   Rating: Mature

A/N: This is seriously hard to wrap up guys. I appreciate you all reading this far. Get those tissues ready! Warnings: Slightly public Smut and this is SUPER long. xoxo Stu

I do not own the lyrics, images or characters from the show.

Part 1   Part 10   Part 11  Part 12


This was the face you woke up to; the dewy-eyed relief of Dr. Spencer Reid. You felt like cotton balls had taken over your brain matter, but you were no longer in pain.

“Hi,” You said, sleepily. “What time is it?” You tried to sit up, but your body was so heavy. Spencer reached down and grabbed your right hand, sliding the remote for the bed’s hydraulic unit into your palm. Once you were nearly vertical, you took in the pathetic hospital room you had been granted.

“It’s nearly 6,” Spencer answered. “In the morning.”

“What a day, huh?” You tried to laugh, but your chest was bandaged. You rubbed your chest as the pain dulled, slightly.

“You have some bruising on your sternum, so that is why your chest is tender.” Spencer started to recite your chart. But you interrupted because that line was too good to leave there.

“But Sir-sir, I thought my chest was already tender.” You hummed at your self-amusement; drugs are nice. He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue in his cheek at your raunchy pun.

“Yes, mon cher, it most definitely is.” Spencer sat down in the metal framed chair beside your bed. His face was serious now. “We have your aunt and Kurt Hansen, the bellhop, in custody.”

“And Michelle?” You asked, voice slightly hitching in alarm.

“She attacked Morgan and Prentiss had to stop her. I’m sorry, Y/N, but she’s dead.” Spencer rubbed along your forearm.

“Oh, good riddance,” You mumbled. You knew you should feel guilty about her death, but it just wasn’t coming to you. Not after all this.

“She was found with the murder weapon, Y/N,” Spencer continued. “It looks like she was the one who killed your dad. Miriam was probably the mastermind, but Michelle was the one.”

You yawned into your left hand, allowing all the information in. The past few days were a fairy tale in the earliest use of the phrase, dripping with viscous monsters and a speckle of unexpected romance. The surrealism of it was hitting you now. “Spencer, will you stay with me? I know I don’t deserve it, but will you be here when I wake up?”

He nodded, his brown eyes drowning in concern. “Of course, of course.” He bent over the railing on the side of your bed and kissed you goodnight. He sat back into his seat, pulling a tattered book from his satchel. You couldn’t read the title, but he did appear to be using an old scratch off as a bookmark. You smiled as the gentle hum of machines and the drips of their drugs whisked you away.


Hey, I oughtta leave young thing alone
But ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
Only darkness every day

The semester in Greece was a whirlwind. You had never been so possessed by your studies as you were walking the foothills and shoreline paths. The scenery was beyond all of your childhood fantasies. It wasn’t until your third week in Athens that you realized you had missed four phone dates with Spencer. Your stomach pitched as you realized how you would have felt if he had done that to you. How hadn’t you known how long you had been gone? What had you done?

You immediately left the cafe where you and your small group were eating lunch. You found a tourist cart and bought a postcard.  The rushed apology and quick small talk about his holidays were a weak attempt at atonement. It didn’t matter anyway; Spencer had moved and would never receive the letter.

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Lol what if after finding bucky, steve’s like, “but you’re keeping the arm, right?”

and they share a knowing look before bucky goes, “you know what, it’s kind of growing on me”

(and that’s when i’d basically die)

anonymous asked:

1) See, it happens as an accident the first time Bucky's in the middle of fucking Steve and his metal hand wraps around Steve's gorgeous throat. And Steve just /whimpers/ right before he comes. And Bucky liked that response and it starts niggling in his brain, and so then the next time Bucky has Steve pressed up against a wall, he wraps his hand around Steve's throat to keep him there while Bucky plays with him, and Steve's rock hard and squirming and begging in those soft little gasps of breath

2) And that brings one of those wolfish smiles to Bucky’s lips because he knows he’s found another one of Steve’s weaknesses and damn but he loves exploiting them. So he starts doing it more regularly, a lot of times right before he knows Steve’s about to come. Wraps his hand around that slender throat, squeezes, cuts off just enough air that Steve sees stars and feels it all the way to his toes before he even starts to come. And pretty soon, one thing leads to another, and Steve always has been

3) so damn /sensitive/. So now, all Bucky has to do is walk by, murmur ‘Hey sweetheart’, cup the side of Steve’s neck as he leans in to brush his lips against Steve’s, and before he pulls away, he smooths the pad of his thumb all the way down the center of Steve’s throat, and there’s that whimper. If they’re in public, Steve tries to bite it back, but there’s no denying the way his pupils are blown and his pulse is pounding and the shift of his hips. But if they’re alone, at home, and Bucky’s

4) teasing? Well, then Steve just catches Bucky before he can even pull away, big warm hands wrap around the cool metal wrist, pull it closer, press that hand firmly against his throat, and whispers ‘Please.’

Jesus fuck nonnie, I did say I wanted to talk aboout the choking thing becoming conditioned response, but oh god this isn’t talking, this is so, so much better!

It’s exactly what I had in mind, holy shit, bless you! <333

(now we all know what I’ll be thinking about tonight…)