Pedro Pascal for BBC Radio 1

No because why do I relate?

Bibliophile (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer and Reader have sex in the library.

Request: Spencer and Reader get it on in the library - @dreatine A/N: Spencer uses the nickname Bambi for Reader 🥰 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Praise kink, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism mention, rough sex, BDSM undertones, established relationship, predator/prey themes Word Count: 1k

MASTERLIST

It’s five minutes past close and the library is nearly silent. To an untrained ear, it is vacant, housing only tales of adventure and mischief scribbled on time-stained paper. Every other light remains lit at half-capacity, reminding everyone on the street of the treasures carefully arranged meticulously by loving hands.

In the shadows, though, lurks a different type of devilment. The basest kind of devilry; that which is reserved for beasts, monsters, and men.

When you’d asked your boyfriend to stay late in the library with you, this hadn’t been what you were expecting. You weren’t complaining, though.

In fact, you weren’t saying anything at all.

me re-reading my own fic before writing the new chapter because i cannot remember a single thing that happens in it

I love when you’re reading multiple fics by the same author and you start to spot all the phrases and adjectives they like to use

All tied up.

word count: 3,8k 

Soft fingertips lightly grazed the stack of books piled up on Steven ’ s desk . He always had at least three out at a time . You could feel your heartrate pick up as you sat down by the desk﹐ slowly flipping through one of the giant hardback textbooks as you remembered last night ’ s events . The one night Steven had you all to himself . Your head rolled back slowly at the memory of his hands gripping your hips as you contracted around him . His perfect incisors biting into your shoulder as he listened to you stutter as you read the text out loud . Lost within your memories﹐ you didn ’ t even notice him walk into the apartment . You were abruptly snapped out of your vivid daydream as he rested his hand on your shoulder . As soon as you looked up at him﹐ you noticed something was off . His eyes were dark﹐ his demeanour assertive . Slowly you gulped as his hand found your chin﹐ gently gesturing for you to stand up . Not wanting to disrupt the perfect silence﹐ you obliged﹐ following his movements﹐ doing exactly as he told you﹐ without him needing to say a word . Contrary to popular belief﹐ Steven wasn ’ t  always  the softest﹐ he  had  his days . Some days﹐ he ’ d take his time with you﹐ worshipping your body before making love to you﹐ passionately . He made sure you knew your worth﹐not  leaving  even  an  inch  of  your  perfect  skin  untouched . And  others﹐  dear  god﹐  he  was  relentless .  He  was  more  than  capable  of  putting  you  in  your  place  whenever  you  needed  an  attitude  adjustment .  His  lips  found  yours  as  he  ran  his  hands  through  your  hair﹐tightly  gripping  at  the  routs .  Steven  pulled  hard﹐   tilting  your  head  back﹐   exposing  your  throat .  His  skilled  lips  immediately  moved  to  the  nape  of  your  neck﹐  bruising  it  in  the  best  way  possible .  Steven  wasted  no  time  in  pushing  the  flimsy  dress  shirt  off  your  shoulders﹐  his  eyes  trailing  down  your  chest﹐  all  the  way  to  your  underwear .  

“So  fucking  gorgeous …” he  mumbled  under  his  breath  as  he  watched  the  fabric  fall  to  the  ground . 

You  didn ‘ t  know  it  was  possible﹐  but  Steven ‘ s  eyes  darkened  even  more . A  pit  of  nervousness  began  to  grow  in  your  stomach .  He  pushed you  down  onto  the  mattress﹐  guiding  your  left  ankle  closer  to  the  restraint  he  had .  He  never  removed  it  after  finding  out  about  Marc  or  Jake  for  that  matter .  You  liked  to  think  it  provided  him  a  certain  sense  of  comfort . His  hands  clasped  your  ankle﹐  wrapping  the  soft  leather  strap  around  it . 

His  eyes  shifted  to  yours﹐  raising  his  eyebrow  at  the  sight  of  you . Your eyes  were  glued  to  his  hands﹐  watching  how  he  tightened  the  clasp .  unknowingly﹐  your  teeth  dug  into  your  bottom  lip﹐  the  pressure  intensifying  as  the  restraint  got  tighter .  A  small  grunt  escaped  your  throat  as  he  dropped  your  foot .  He  stepped  away  from  the  bed﹐  reaching  for  one  of  the  ties  that  lazily  hung  on  the  chair .  

Steven  slowly  walked  to  the  side  of  the  bed﹐   throwing  his  leg  over  you﹐  straddling  your  waist . 

“Lift  your  head . “  you  did  so  without  fail﹐  you  eyes  not  leaving  his  for  even  a  split  second . 

He  gently  slid  the  soft  material  over  your  forehead﹐  tying  a  perfect  knot  behind  your  head﹐  being  careful  not  to  get  your  hair  caught  in  the  progress. 

“Now  listen  here﹐  sweetheart…  I ‘ m  going  to  trust  you . I  won ‘ t  tie  your  ams  up﹐  but  if  you  touch  me﹐  I  stop . Got  it ﹖ “  he  slowly  shifted  the  blindfold  over  your  eyes﹐  causing  you  to  let  out  a  frustrated  groan . 

He  chuckled  slightly  at  the  sound﹐  knowing  he  has  you  right  where  he  wants  you .  He  took  a  second  to  look  at  you﹐  to  really  look  at  you . He  had  already  memorised  every  beauty  mark﹐  every  childhood  scar  and  every  curve  of  your  body﹐  but  he  never  missed  a  chance  to  look . 

Instinctively﹐  you  moved  your  arms  above  your  head﹐  not  wanting  to  risk  this  being  taken away  from  you . You  could  feel  Steven  looming  over  you﹐  the  heat  radiating  of  his   body  felt  magnified . He  moved  his  left  knee  between  your  legs﹐  separating  them  from  each  other . Your chest  was  heaving﹐  moving  up  and  down  at  a  rapid  pace﹐  he  knew  how  desperate  you  were﹐  and  he  loved  every  second  of  it . 

You  felt  the  bed  dip  even  more  between  your  legs  as  he  sat  up  straight﹐   hooking  his  fingers  over  the  elastic  part  of  your  underwear﹐  slowly  pulling  down . Almost  immediately﹐  you  lifted  your  hips﹐  trying  to  make  it  easier  for  him  to  get  them  down .  You  were  almost  one  hundred  percent  sure  he  had  a  smile  on his  face﹐  revelling  in  the  fact  that  you needed  him  so  badly .  He  gently  slid  the  fabric  down  your  legs﹐  lifting  your  right  ankle  to  remove  them  without  needing  to  move  away  from  your  body .  He  wanted  you﹐  he  needed  you﹐  and  you  were  there . 

Your  mind  wandered  away  as  he  softly  started  trailing  kisses  up  your  stomach﹐  starting  by  your  belly  button﹐  goosebumps  following  his  trail . Steven  moved  his  arms﹐  pressing  down  on  the  mattress  next  to  your  hips﹐  supporting  himself  as  his  lips  crashed  into  yours﹐  kissing  you  hungrily . You  never  imagined  that  anyone  could  make  you  feel  like  this﹐  but  one  look  from  any  of  them  could  send  you  into  a  spiral .  You  kissed  back  immediately﹐  not  letting  a  split  second  of  the  pleasure  go  to  waste.  He  moved  away  from  you﹐  shoving  his  pants  down  with  more  urgency  than  he  would  care  to  admit . 

Your  body  ached  for  him﹐  you  needed  to  feel  him﹐  you  needed  to  be ruined  by  him . Steven  moved  back  over  your  body﹐  his  left  arm  pinned next  to  your  head﹐  his  right  positioning  his  shaft  at  your  entrance.  You  sucked  in  a  breath  as  he  slowly  seethed  into  you﹐  your  core  on  fire  as you  bit  your  lip . Steven  barely  gave  you  time  to  adjust  before  he  pulled  out﹐  thrusting  in  roughly . Small  grunts  fell  from  his  perfect  lips  as  your  warm  cunt  hugged  him  tightly .  You  let  out  a  loud  moan  as  his  tip  kissed  your  cervix . 

He  sped  up  his  thrusts﹐  pounding  into  you  relentlessly﹐  you  tried  bending  your  legs﹐  but  completely  forgot  about  the  restraint . Your  left  leg  stopped  in  place  as  the  leather  tugged  at  your  ankle . You  let  out  a  frustrated  groan  as  you  tugged  once  more﹐  expecting  a  different  result . 

Steven  chuckled  in  your  ear  as  you  wrapped  your  write  leg  around  his  waist﹐  desperate  to  have  him  closer . He  buried  his  face  in  the  crook  of  your  neck  and  nipped  at  your  skin﹐  his  lips  leaving  hickeys  in  their  wake . Soon  enough﹐  you  felt  the  familiar  knot  form  in  your  stomach﹐  your  walls  twitching  around  his  cock . Feeling  your  climax  draw  near﹐  he  slowed  down﹐   wanting  you  to  feel  every  second  of  the  torture  he  was  inflicting  on  you .  

“Not  so  fast﹐  darling . I ‘ m   going  to  enjoy  as  much  of  you  as  I  can  before  they  take  over .”  he  smiled  and  started  thrusting  hard  once  again . The  moans  and  profanities  that  fell  from  your  lips  were  unholy﹐  but  it  only  encouraged  and  reassured  him  that  he  was  in  control﹐  he  had  you  all  to  himself . 

Your  jaw  clenched  tightly  as  the  fire  in  your  abdomen  grew  more  intense  by  the  second﹐  your  back  arched  as  you  clawed  at  the  pillow  above  your   head .  You  didn ‘ t  care  anymore﹐  you  needed  to  touch  him .  Your hands  flew  to  his  hair﹐   your  fingers  entangling  themselves  in  his  perfect  curls . Steven  said  he  would  stop﹐  but  he   was  too  far  gone﹐   his  thrusts  grew  faster  as  he  neared  his  climax﹐  his  breathing  getting  heavier  was  he  grunted  into  your  neck . That  was  it﹐  that  sent  you  over  the  edge﹐  his  hand  moved  down  between  your  bodies﹐  his  fingers  finding  your  clit .  He  gently  rubbed  your  nub﹐  doing  what  he  can  to  intensify  your  release . 

“Sh - shit﹐  Steven -” you  stuttered﹐  you  couldn ‘t  take  it  anymore﹐  you  clawed  at  the  skin  on  the  back  of  his  neck . 

“Cum﹐  angel .” he  huffed  as  his  body  shook  in  sync  with  yours﹐  his  release  hitting  him . Your  jaw  clenched  again﹐  both  your  legs  straightening  as  the  intense  pleasure  washed  over  you .  You  felt  him  release  inside  of  you﹐  filling  you  up  to  the  brim .  He  pulled  out﹐  slipping  the  blindfold  off . His  eyes  were  softer﹐  a  small  smile  across  his  lips . 

The  sight  was  short  lived  as  his  eyes  rolled  back﹐  his  head  turning  slightly . 

“Hey  baby .” the  American  accent  rolled  off  his  tongue  like  liquid  gold . 

“God﹐  Y/N.  Look  at  you﹐  such  a  little  mess…” his  words  were  filled  with  pity . Marc  got  up  from  the  bed﹐  taking  the  tie  away  from  your  head﹐  untying  the  knot .  He  grabbed  the  belt  attached  to  your  robe  and  walked  over  to  you . 

“Think  you ‘ re  up  for  another ﹖” his  eyes  shifted  to  yours﹐  making  sure  you ‘ re  alright .  You  nodded  quickly﹐  still  out  of  breath . You  watched  him  tie  the  soft  cotton  belt  around  your  other  ankle﹐  using  the  tie  to  secure  the  makeshift  restraint  to  the  bed﹐  pulling  it  tight﹐  separating  your  legs . The  excitement  only  grew  as  he  stood  at  the  foot  of  the  bed﹐  leaning  over﹐  gripping  your  hips .  He  pulled  your  ass  to  the  edge﹐  getting  on  his  knees . 

Marc  kissed  your  inner  thigh﹐  moving  closer  and  closer  to  your  heat﹐  not  quite  giving  you  what  you  want  just  yet . His  fingers  gently  toyed  with  your  nub  as  he  watched  your  body  practically  beg  for  his  touch . 

“Marc﹐  please  just  do  something .” you  croaked . Who  were  you  kidding ﹖ You  were  not  below  begging﹐  and  if  it ‘ s  what  he  wanted﹐  it ‘ s  what  you ‘ d  give  him . He  loved  it  when  you  begged﹐  he  loved  hearing  your  little  whimpers﹐  your  frustrated  moans﹐  and  especially﹐  your  screams  of  pleasure . 

Eyes  filled  with  lust﹐  Marc  simply  pushed  two  fingers  into  you﹐  taking  his  time  with  his  thrusts﹐  pulling  out  slowly﹐  only  to  spread  the  wetness  across  your  pussy . He  pushed  back  in﹐  this  time  speeding  up  his  movements . Your  back  arched  in  pleasure﹐  your  hips  bucking  in  a  fit  of  desperation  to  feel  more  of  him .  His  other  hand  moved  upwards  on  the  outside  of  your  thigh﹐  grazing  your  skin  lightly﹐  his  fingertips  leaving  goosebumps  in  their  wake . Suddenly﹐   his  hand  shifted  to  your  lower  stomach﹐  applying  pressure . You  sucked  in  a  breath  as  you  felt  his  every  movement﹐  the  way  his  fingers  curled  inside  of  you﹐  massaging  your  g - spot  in  the  most  perfect  way . 

Marc  was  a  big  softie﹐  he  always  put  your  pleasure  above  his  own﹐  making  sure  you  had  a  release﹐  especially  after  a  stressful  day  was  satisfying  enough  for  him . But  there  were  some  days  where  he  just  couldn ‘ t  resist  you . Your  perfect  body﹐  the  way  your  curves  added  shape  to  his  oversized  clothing﹐  and  most  of  all﹐  your  responsiveness  to  his  touch . Marc  knew  he  only  had  to  touch  you  in  a  certain  way﹐  or  kiss  the  sensitive  sweet  spot   behind  your  ear﹐  and  you  were  his . You ‘ d  fall  right  into  his  trap  like  a  helpless  gazelle . 

He  suddenly  removed  his  fingers  from  your  dripping  core﹐   standing  upright  in  front  of  the  bed . He  was  hard  as  a  rock . His  eyes  now  clouded  with  nothing  but  the  primal  urge  to  devour  you  right  then  and  there . Marc  positioned  himself  at  your  entrance﹐  his  hands  resting  on  your  still  pointed  knees . He  offered  you  a  small  smile  as  he  thrusted  into  you﹐  hard .  He  gave  you  little  time  too  adjust﹐  as  he  rook  his  time  pulling  out  of  you﹐  thrusting  back  in  with  as  much  force  as  he  could  give . His  head  rolled  back  as  he  basked  in  the  sound  of  your  moans . Your  voice  cracking  every  time  he  thrusted . You  were  in  a  really  awkward  position﹐   you  you  didn ‘ t  care . You  felt  him﹐  every  inch  of  his  length  moving  out  and  relentlessly  fucking  right  back  into  you . 

His  grunts  only  fuelled  your  moans  and  your  intense  need  for  him  to  go  faster﹐  but  you  knew  how  he  operated . He  wouldn ‘ t  do  anything  unless  you  begged . And God﹐  he  made  you  work  for  it . His  head  moved  back  down  to  look  at  you  as  he  moved  faster . He  couldn ‘ t  believe  you  were  his ₍ even  if  he  did  share  you  with  the  other  two  ₎ in  this  moment﹐  you  were  his . 

“ Look  at  me .” he  demanded . “ Look  at  me  while  I  fuck  you﹐  Y/N .” that  was  it .  T he  way  he  said  your  name﹐  the  way  he  told  you  what  to  do . His  presence﹐  his  grip  on  your  body﹐  all  of  it  was  too  much . You  forced  your  eyes  open﹐  looking  into  his  eyes﹐   your  mouth  was  agape﹐  only  a  few  broken  moans  mixed  with  whimpers  of  profanities  making  it  past  your  lips . You  took  this  moment  to  study  him﹐  the  way  one  of  his  loose  curls  stuck  to  his  head  thanks  to  the  slight  layer  of  sweat  covering  his  body . He  was  built  like  a greek  god﹐  and  he  certainly  treated  you  like  a  goddess . 

Once  again  you  felt  the  familiar  fire  start  in  your  abdomen . Marc  knew  your  release  was  nearing  by  the  way  your  slick  walls  gripped  his  cock . He  let  out  a  grunt  as  his  pace  grew  faster﹐  his  hips  thrusting  harder . You  couldn ‘ t  help  but  shut  your  eyes  as  you  fought  off  the  urge  to  straighten  your  legs . 

He  slowed  right  down . 

“ I  said  look  at  me .” his  tone  demanded . You  mustered  up  the  strength  to  open  your  eyes﹐  feeling  him  speed  up  immediately . You  let  out  a  frustrated  scream﹐ only  resulting  in  a  smirk  from  the  mercenary . 

“ Marc ﹗” you  let  out  as  it  became  too  much  for  you  to  handle . He  nodded  quickly﹐  too  lost  in  the  feel  of  you  to  even  begin  trying  to  form  a  proper  sentence .  

Your  climax  washed  over  you  like  a  tidal  wave﹐  hitting  you  like  a  truck . The  delicious  feeling  of  bliss  taking  over  your  senses  as  you  clawed  at  his  hands﹐  your  nails  most  certainly  piercing  his  skin . Marc ‘s  thrusts  slowed  down  as  his  own  release  neared . Quickly﹐  he  pulled  out  of  you﹐  pushing  your  legs  down﹐  causing  the  restraints  to  rattle  as  he  stroked  his  cock﹐  releasing  all  over  your  stomach . With  heavy  breaths﹐  Marc  untied  both  of  your  legs﹐  using  one  of  his  t - shirts  to  clean  you  up . Still  standing  between  your  legs﹐  he  gently  took  your  hands  in  his﹐  pulling  you  upright . Your  head  rested  against  his  abs﹐  your  eyes  closed  as  his  hand  rested  on  top  of  your  hair . 

“I hope  you  don ‘ t  think  you ‘ re  finished﹐  mi  vida .” oh  shit﹐  you  were  in  for  it . 

His  accent﹐  his  voice﹐  his  presence﹐  his  movements  drew  you  in . You  were  exhausted﹐  but  you ‘ d  do  anything  for  him .  Your  head  tilted  upwards﹐  looking  him  in  the  eyes . It amazed  you  how  three  different  people  had  the  exact  same  face﹐  but  you  could  tell  them  apart  in  an  instant . A  small﹐  tired  smile  caressed  your  lips . 

“Hi…” you  spoke﹐  your  voice  barely  above  a  whisper . 

You  felt  his  thumb  and  forefinger  gently  clasp  your  chin﹐  tilting  your  head  back  as  he  leaned  down﹐  gently  pressing  his  lips  to  you . This  was  the  calm  before  the  storm . Jake  lifted  you  up﹐  putting  you  on  the  bed﹐  positioned  on  your  stomach  .  He  picked  the  restraint  up  from  the floor﹐  simultaneously  positioning  your  wrists  together .  He  tied  them  up  with  the  restraint﹐  pulling  the  strap  tight . You  let  out  a  small  yelp﹐  not big  enough  to  alarm  him﹐  but  just  right  to  let  him  know  you  weren ‘ t  getting  out  of  that  position . 

Jake  moved  onto  the  bed﹐  wrapping  an  arm  around  your  waist﹐  slipping  a  pillow  under  your  hips . He  planted  a  sharp﹐  hard  smack  to  your  left  ass cheek﹐  leaving  the  affected  skin  a  bright  red  colour . Your  body  jerked  at  the  impact﹐  only  gaining  a  chuckle  of  approval  from  him . 

You  could  feel  your   hands  starting  to  tingle  as  you  tugged  at  the  restraints﹐  you  looked  back  at  him﹐  trying  to  see  if  he  was  going  to  do  anything . Big  mistake . Jake  quickly  rested  his  hand  on  your  head﹐  pushing  it  down  as  he  thrusted  into  you . You  let  out  a  scream  as  your  cervix  felt  the  impact﹐  the  feeling  was  intense . 

You  were  already  sore  from  the  previous  two﹐  but  he  didn ‘ t  care . Jake  wasn ‘ t  like  Marc or Steven . He  loved  you﹐  yes﹐  but  he  couldn ‘ t  give  two  shits  about  how  sore﹐  sensitive  or  tired  you  were .  He  loved  your  body . The  way  your  back  arched  when  he ‘ d  angle  himself  into  your  g - spot﹐  the  way  your  frame  would  shake  as  his  hands  clamped  down  on your  hips . 

Jake  leaned  down﹐  resting  his  forearm  on  your  back﹐  just  under  your  neck﹐  adding  pressure  just  like  you  liked . As  rare  as  it  was  to  see  all  three  of  them  in  one  night﹐  you  weren ‘ t  going  to  complain . His  lips  were  mere  inches  away  from  your  ear﹐  the  air  filled  with  both  your  moans  and  grunts . Jake  was  also  the  most  vocal  out  of  the  three﹐  not holding  back  on  little  praises  or  loud  moans  when   you  made  him  feel  good . 

“That ‘ s  it﹐  Cariña﹐  take  it .” you  moaned  at  the  roughness  of  his  voice  as  the  words  effortlessly slipped  through  his  moans . 

“Such a  good  girl .” he  spoke  between  thrusts﹐  pounding  into  you﹐  as  if  his  goal  was  to  fuck  you  through  the  mattress . Your  mouth  hung  open  as  your  breathing  laboured﹐  your  breath  hitching  in  your  throat  as  the  satisfying  sound  of  your  skin  slapping  together  filled  your  senses . 

Jake  moaned  loudly  as  his  cock  twitched  inside  you﹐  his  release  coming  closer  and  closer . You  felt  your  orgasm  creeping  closer﹐  getting ready  to  hit  you  like  a  truck . Your  moans  grew  uneven  as  his  thrust  got harder  and  shorter . He  knew  you  were  close﹐  he  could  hear  it . 

“Come  on﹐  Hermosa﹐  you  can  do  it﹐  baby .” he  cooed  in  your  ear﹐   dragging  your  release  out  of  you . You  couldn ‘ t  take  it  anymore﹐   your  body  shook  underneath  his  grip﹐  the  pain  from  his  arm  combined  with  the  pinching  of  the  leather  strap  was  too  much  to  handle . 

“Fuck ﹗ ” you  screamed  as  you  came  all  over  again﹐   this  one  hitting  harder  than  the  previous  ones . Tears  managed  to  slip  through  your  closed  eyelids  as  the  overstimulation  sunk  in . Jake  didn ‘ t  stop﹐  he  wasn ‘ t  going  to  stop  until  he  milked  every  last  drop  out  of  you . He slammed  into  you  one  more  time  before  collapsing  on  top  of  you﹐  his  arms  immediately  reaching  to  untie  you . He  rolled  you  over﹐  your  back  touching  his  chest . 

Jake  turned  your  face  to  look  at  you﹐  his  face  immediately  dropping  as  soon  as  he  spotted  your  tears . Panic  and  fear  that  he  hurt  you  set  in . He  immediately  sat  upright﹐  pulling  you  into  his  lap﹐  your  head  on  his shoulder . 

“Mi reina… did  I  hurt  you -” the  concern  in  his  voice  was  evident﹐  but  new . You  never  knew  Jake  like  this . Usually﹐  he ‘ d  just  fuck  the  living  daylights  out  of  you  and  hand  you  over  to  one  of  the  others﹐  but  this  new  side  of  him  was  one  you  most  certainly  welcomed . 

“No﹐  no…” you  shook  your  head﹐  gently  placing  your  hand  on  his  cheek . “It  was  just  intense… I promise.” 

You  smiled  at  him﹐  hoping  he  would  stay  a  little  longer  before  disappearing  for  months  again . He  smiled  as  he  wrapped  his  arms  around  you  tightly﹐  kissing  your  forehead . 

“ Sleep﹐  Hermosa﹐  I ‘ m  here .” 

Falling Slowly: Poe Dameron x Reader Teaser

summoning circle pt. 3, hope this works…

IT’S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY

I T S T H E M I D D L E O F J U N E

I T I S H A L L O W E E N T I M E T O G E T S P O O K Y

ok who the fuck got this on my dash it’s still june

get spooky

how does this appear every june

T I M E T O G E T S P O O K Y

it’s june

T I M E T O G E T S P O O K I N G Y’ A L L

LEE IT’S JUNE

GAY HALLOWEEN TIME

y’all know what fuckin month it is 😎

torn together.

premise: you both knew that once you crossed that line, stepped back into the past, let old feelings and wounds reopen, that it would be even harder to let it go again.

pairing: marc spector x (f)reader

word count: 11.4k

warnings: minors dni please, f and m receiving oral, unprotected sex, angst, reader was a mercenary like marc, they are past lovers/fwbs, arguments, love bombs, mentions of past injuries (stabbing, scars), small talks of self hatred, marc being a bit soft at the end, no spoilers but cairo is mentioned as well as reader knowing about the suit.

etc: the plot in the beginning goes by a bit faster so it’s more angst and smut than anything. y’all are going to be shocked to see that i didn’t just blaze through the smut and i actually took it slow, insane i know lmao.

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When you open your apartment door he is the last person you expect to see on the other side. You hadn’t expected to see him ever again if you were being honest with yourself, but definitely not looking deflated and staring back at you from the other side of the threshold. Nor did you expect your body’s reaction to seeing him; to have his gaze on yours, the brown irises darker than you remember, the hard set of his jaw, the low set of his brows. The last time you had seen those unmistakable rugged features they had been pressed into different parts of your skin.

Love love love

#Oh no, someone has hired the cutest black widow assassin

She's so adorable and gay.

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

I live for Morgan being 600% done with Reid’s nonsense.

This is my favorite post on the internet

"I swear to God, Reid... I'm gonna hit you..."