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[destinationtrekk]

i notice (when you're not around)

He promised to always answer when you needed him, no matter what. Or, 5 times he answers your call, and one time you answer his.

2.3k, 5+1 things, mentioned/referenced sex, cursing, domestic fluff, jealousy, canon compliant, S.T.A.R.S reader, I just think Wesker would be the best husband

a/n: all my fics are cross posted to my ao3

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One

“Wesker speaking.” 

He’s standing in the hallway, only half paying attention to his phone as he keeps an eye on the agents in the conference room. Chris and Barry sounded to be on the verge of snapping at each other, but he had promised to answer when you called. 

“Captain! I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you’d actually answer.” 

He hums absently, narrowing his eyes into the room, before his attention snaps to you. “Are you crying?” 

You sniffle a few times and clear your throat. “I- no! No, I’m fine! It’s okay, listen I shouldn’t have called, you sound busy-” 

“I am, we’re debriefing with the Beta team. What do you need?” He doesn’t mean to sound harsh, you’re obviously upset, but he really can see Chris’ eyes about to bulge out of his head with every word Barry spits at him. 

“I- well, it’s really embarrassing, actually, but someone rear-ended me and they drove off, but I can’t get dispatch to answer because I think there’s something going on downtown-” 

He barks out your name, “Get to the point.” 

You suck in an audible breath and sniffle again. “My car is totaled, and I think I have a concussion.” 

Chris is now standing over the table, sneering at Barry while Jill and Rebecca hold both of them back. Wesker sighs heavily, and hangs his head. “Where are you? I’m leaving now.” 

Two

You’re sitting stiffly on his couch - the couch , you keep forgetting this is technically your home now too. He’s only been gone a week, but the dark woods and long driveway outside the house drive an eerie feeling straight through your stomach. Your phone is pressed tightly to your ear, the dial tone like a death bell over the speaker. 

“Wesker speaking.” 

You suck in a breath, suddenly at a loss for words. What had you even called for? 

He makes a sound like he’s checking the phone and grumbles. “I'm busy. What is it?” 

You snap out of whatever nervous trance you were in. “Sorry, it’s nothing, I just thought I heard something and I thought- it’s fine!” Your voice squeaks as you try to excuse why you really wanted to call. Somehow over the last year he's become a comfort to you, somewhere between being your suave mysterious Captain to stealing you away after the Arklay incident. He hadn’t left you alone longer than a day or two since then. Now, sitting alone in the middle of the night in his- your - dark, empty house, you just really needed to hear his voice. 

“Are you afraid of the dark?” He sounds smug, and you hear the crunch of snow and distant yelling. “Poor pet. You miss me, don’t you?” 

You scowl and blush. “Wha- no! When are you coming home?” 

He chuckles darkly and hums. He doesn’t speak for a moment, and you bite your lip as you sway in place, trying to channel your nerves. How do you ask for the terrorist who practically kidnapped you for reassurance? His voice has an unfamiliar note to it when he replies. “Shouldn’t be much longer. You know I can’t tell you more.” 

“Oh, yeah, right.” You swallow around the lump in your throat, voice sounding small. “I just… can’t sleep. I got used to you talking in your office, and now it’s… really quiet outside.” 

He’s quiet again, and you laugh awkwardly to fill the same silence that’s making you paranoid. “Sorry, that’s probably weird-” 

“Go lay down, pet. In my bed.” 

You freeze at his words, choking on a breath as he sighs. You had been in his room a total of once, only after you drunkenly kissed him and he put you to bed. You hadn’t talked about that night, but he had been…not affectionate, but certainly less distant since it happened. 

“I’m serious. I can talk for a few more minutes, but that’s it.” 

You quickly make your way to his room, crawling under his soft sheets and laying there stiffly. He must hear the rustle of the sheets and your tense breaths because he scoffs. “It’s just a bed, relax. Nothing is getting in there without me finding out.” 

You whisper a weak “Okay,” and listen as he begins to tell you about something simple he’s been doing in Antarctica, and you realize he’s definitely making up details to cover what’s really going on. You don’t mind though, and quickly begin to drift off to the gruff rumble of his voice. You’re nearly asleep when he says he has to go, but you swear you can hear one last thing before he hangs up, and the three quiet words sound suspiciously like what you had whispered to him, right before kissing him. 

You might be wrong though, but the sheets smell like him, and you finally sleep through the night. 

Three

“Hello, dearheart.” 

“Are you alone? Take me off speaker.” Your voice was dark, and you heard Albert’s sigh. You imagined him rolling his eyes the way he did when you made a joke he didn’t like. “I’m serious, Albert. This is important.” 

That caught his attention. You heard him speak low away from the phone, and then the click of a door shutting. “What’s wrong? Are you oka-” 

“You need to get rid of her. Right now.” You cut him off, gripping your phone so tight your fingers were starting to ache. “I mean it, if I so much as hear her voice -”

“What the hell are you on about?” He sounded nearly as pissed as you now, and you felt a spark of vindication in your chest. “I don’t have time to listen to you throw a tantrum because I can’t babysit you. I have work to do.” 

“Watch your mouth, Albert, I’m not the one letting an Italian nepo baby run her filthy hands all over me. I don’t give a shit what work you have to do, you should consider yourself lucky I haven’t gotten rid of her myself.” 

He was silent for a moment, and then his laugh rumbled through your speaker. “Fiesty today, are we, pet?” He paused, and sighed. Despite your anger, your lip twitched in amusement at the thought of him sliding his glasses up and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I am… sorry, that she did that. But you know what’s at stake here, and that she is a key part of Tri-Cell-” 

You scoffed. “Yeah, Tri-Cell’s expansion, whatever. I don’t care. She can be a key part over a fucking Skype call for all I care, just keep. Her hands. Off of you.” You growled into the phone, white-knuckling the desk you were standing over. His desk, actually, where you had sneakily logged into his database and were watching his hacked security systems. You smirked to yourself at his bristling silence. He may be the evil mastermind, but he didn’t keep you around for nothing. 

“I’ll do what I can.” 

It was as good a promise as you would ever get from him, and you hummed flatly, your anger starting to dissipate. “Fine… please come home in one piece.” 

He huffed again, but sounded softer. “I will, sweet thing.” 

You let a smile slip out at his words. “I love you, Al.” 

“Stop going into my office when I’m gone.” 

The call clicked, and you set your phone on his desk. You looked back up to the monitors, seeing him enter the room with Excella and Jill again, but this time he pointedly waved her off as she approached. Your mouth twitched in a smirk. Albert may not be a sweet man, but he certainly knew when to listen. 

Four 

“I expected more of a challenge after all this time, Chris. How disappointing…” 

Before Wesker could sneer at Chris’ cheesy retort, his phone rang in his pocket. He immediately pulled it out, recognizing your ringtone like he would his own voice. “Yes?” 

“Hi, baby. You’re not busy, are you? The neighbors just did the absolute worst thing and I really wanted to-” Your voice was like honey to his ears, before you dropped the sweet tone and cut yourself off. “Is that Chris?” 

He dropped the phone to his side, smirking as Jill took the BSAA agents out with ease. He could hear your voice still jabbering from the speaker, no doubt confused and nosey about where he was. He ignored you a moment longer, sneering at Chris pinned to the floor beneath Jill as he taunted him. “...I’ll leave you two to catch up.” 

He quickly reactivated the P30 device on Jill, before he turned and entered the elevator, pointedly ignoring Chris’ obnoxious yelling. He finally raised his phone back to his ear, where, no surprise, you were still yapping. 

“-Anyway, that wasn’t really the point, but Greg said he thinks it’s my brake system, but I’m not having a problem with-” 

“It’s not your brakes, I just had those changed in December.” Wesker scowled, annoyed by stupid neighbor Greg’s complete incompetence. You stopped talking, and laughed breathily. “Oh, good you’re listening again. Was that Chris? You didn’t tell me this was an arch nemesis mission, you should’ve told him I said hi!” 

“He is not the point of this ‘mission’, my love. Merely an obstacle I have to kick aside, as usual.” 

You hummed knowingly, odd shuffling and tapping sounds coming though your end of the call. Wesker’s mouth twitched in a smile, you were probably making lunch right about now. 

“Did you fight him? I wish I could’ve seen, I bet you were doing that sexy hand thing agai-” 

“What are you yapping about now?” He growled, face quickly heating up. Only you had ever managed to make him blush like a teenager with your frankly vulgar mouth. 

“What? You know what I’m talking about, the thing where you start bending your fingers like you don’t know how to make a fist- it’s actually kind of cute, but you do something similar every time you’re fingerin-” 

He let out a choked breath, and hung up the call right as he heard your bright laugh. He struggled to will away his red cheeks before the elevator doors opened. God forbid Excella see him like this, he would never hear the end of it from either of you. 

Five

“Hngh- what is it?” 

You’re glaring at the soup aisle shelves when he answers, his voice gruff and raspy from sleep. Your mouth drops open and your eyes widen. Shit, you hadn’t even thought he might finally be asleep. “I’m sorry baby, were you napping? I didn’t mean to wake you up.” 

He groans and the rustling of sheets crackle through the phone like static. “S’fine. What do you want?” 

You can’t blame him for sounding grumpy. You would too, after all, if you had been dragged half-burned-alive covered in black goo from a volcano less than a month ago. “I’m at the grocery store, what soup do you want? I know you usually like the stew but Uro made you sick when you had it the other day so I’m thinking maybe just broth?”

He grumbles, and you think he might actually be mad now. “I told you to quit calling it that, it isn’t a pet, it’s a damn virus.” 

You hum noncommittally. “Well, we’re kind of stuck with it forever, and it really does have a mind of its own. Do you want to try ramen instead? You said you liked the chicken when you had it that one time, but we don’t have to use the powder.” 

He’s silent on the other end, and you frown, calling his name worriedly. He groans and rustles the sheets again. He heaves a great sigh, and mumbles a quick “I want chicken noodle.” 

You smile widely, setting a few cans in the cart, and then grabbing a couple more just in case . He used to eat enough for a football team, and his appetite has slowly been coming back since he’s been home. “Gotcha. I should be home in about an hour, traffic was kind of bad on the way-” 

He’s snoring through the speaker, a deep rumble of air that he would absolutely blush and stammer and scowl about if you mentioned it. You just shake your head fondly and end the call. 

Maybe his stomach would be up for trying something sweet tonight, you’d better get a box of hot chocolate as well. 

Plus One

You’re surprised when your phone rings as you crawl into the hotel bed, the sheets stiff but soft, and also freezing . You’re tempted not to answer it, but you can’t stop yourself. 

“You know we aren’t supposed to see each other before the wedding, Al.” 

He doesn’t talk, but you can hear the wet slide of his hand as he strokes himself. He’s panting, soft puffs of air. “We aren’t seeing each other- ah, we’re on the phone.” 

You smirk, and begin to pass your hand down your chest, feeling the blush heating up your skin. “Wes’... you’re gonna give us bad luck.” 

He groans weakly, the slick sounds picking up. “C’mon, baby, just a few minutes- I won’t even touch you, I just-” he gasps, and you adore the way he sounds utterly broken fucking his own hand. You hum, pretending to consider it for a moment. 

“No, I don’t think so. I don’t think you should finish at all, actually.” You can’t help the teasing lilt of your voice, or the way your stomach drops when he moans again.

“Sweetheart, if you don’t get over here, now-” 

“Goodnight, Albert.” You murmur breathlessly, making sure he hears the wet drag of your fingers between your legs, and at his choked groan you hang up the call. Just a few more hours , you think as you bring yourself over the edge at the memory of his wide, calloused palms. He’ll be mine.

[slytherintothedeep]

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Morning Wood & Muffins || Roy Mustang ||

A/n: Tis for you my lovely @sacredwarrior88 .

The sun had barely risen over East City, a gentle golden light peeking through your lace-curtained windows. The scent of warm vanilla, cinnamon, and browned butter filled the home like a spell. Your bakery kitchen was already alive—muffins baking, tea steeping, dough rising—and you, hair up in a messy twist, wore your favorite faded apron over a soft nightgown.

You didn’t hear him at first.

Didn’t notice the way Roy leaned against the doorway, still shirtless, his uniform pants slung low on his hips. Hair tousled. Eyes dark. Sleepy. Hungry.

But not for muffins.

“You’re up early,” he rasped, voice still coated in morning gravel.

You turned slightly, smile bright. “I always am. The muffins won’t bake themselves.”

He padded closer, barefoot, until his arms circled your waist from behind. The heat of him pressed into your back—bare chest warm, breath grazing the curve of your neck. You giggled when he nuzzled into your shoulder.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin. “You smell like sugar and I’m starving.”

Your heart fluttered.

“Then have a muffin,” you teased, reaching to pull the tray out of the oven.

But Roy didn’t let go. He pressed closer. Lower.Something hard nudged the swell of your ass.

“Muffins later,” he said, voice thick. “Right now, I need my real breakfast.”

You flushed, warm all over. “Roy—”

He spun you gently, trapping you between his arms and the counter.

One hand slipped behind your thigh, lifting it onto his hip. The other tilted your chin up as he kissed you—slow and languid at first, then hungrier. Tongue licking into your mouth like he needed you more than air.

You moaned softly into him, hand clutching his bicep.

“I woke up hard,” he whispered against your lips. “And you weren’t in bed. Just this little nightgown and that damn vanilla scent left behind.”

You whimpered when his palm cupped your breast through the thin fabric, thumb brushing the stiffening peak.

“I need you, sweetheart. Right now. Right here.”

Your fingers twisted in his hair as you nodded.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes—Roy—”

He kissed down your throat, groaning when your thighs opened for him.

“Turn around,” he said, voice shaking with restraint. “Hands on the counter.”

You obeyed—bare feet shifting on the cool tile, breath shallow, the heat between your legs already building.

Roy pulled the nightgown up slowly, reverently. His hand slid over the curve of your ass, squeezing.

“No panties?” he hissed.

You smiled over your shoulder. “I didn’t want to wake you digging through drawers.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, dropping to his knees behind you.

His mouth was on you before you could answer—licking, kissing, teasing your folds until your knees nearly buckled.

You gasped, hands slipping on the counter.

“Roy—!”

He pulled back just enough to say, “You’re already dripping. God, I love this pussy.”

Your breath hitched as he rose, rubbing the thick press of his cock along your slick folds.

“Need you,” you whispered. “Please.”

“I know, beautiful. I’ve got you.”

He slid in with one deep stroke.

You both moaned—loud and desperate—as he filled you completely.

Your thighs trembled.

“Always so fucking tight,” he gritted, pressing kisses between your shoulder blades. “And all mine.”

He began to move—slow and steady, hips grinding into you with each thrust. The counter rocked gently beneath your grip. His hands framed your waist, guiding you to meet every stroke.

You cried out when he hit that perfect spot, again and again.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Taking me so good. Like you were made for this.”

Your back arched.

“I was,” you gasped. “Yours—always yours—”

Roy groaned, gripping your hips tighter.“You’re gonna come for me, sweetheart. Right here. Right now. Soak my cock while the muffins bake.”

That did it.

You shattered with a strangled cry, body pulsing around him.

Roy didn’t last much longer.He cursed under his breath, pulling you up against him as he came hard—buried deep, breath hot in your ear.

They stayed like that for a moment—breathing raggedly, your hands over his, his chest against your back.

Then the oven timer dinged.

You laughed, breathless.“The muffins,” you whispered.

Roy grinned against your neck, still buried inside you“Let them burn,” he said. “You’re sweeter anyway.”

"Roy!"

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[manias-wordcount]

Spicy cuddles w/ Edward Elric, mayhap?

Stirring in the Sheets (Edward Elric x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿, 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗠𝗔𝗕 ( 𝗶 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗰 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔). 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You were already awake by the time Ed had started to stir behind you.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been awake for. You didn’t even know what time it was. But you knew it was still far too early. Whenever your eyes would go to look towards the windows, all you could see was an inky, dark sky peaking out from the little spots that remained uncovered by the curtains. So you just continued to lay there, eyes closed and breath steady as you basked in the warmth of the man you love as he spooned you from behind. Just lying on your side and cherishing the fact that your nights with him no longer have to be spent sleeping with one eye open as monsters beyond your imagination chased you around the country. Even though that hasn’t been your reality for a good couple of years.

But then he woke up.

It was completely silent at first. In fact, you’re not even sure when exactly he came to. You just know that one minute, you lying in his arms peacefully, fingers absently tracing patterns into the skin of an arm currently slung around your waist that you still can’t believe is real. The next minute, you were moaning and laughing softly as a pair of lips started to press themselves against your bare neck and shoulder, kissing you over and over and over and over again. 

“You awake?” You heard Edward mumble after a while, in between a few kisses. You could almost feel his content smile against your skin. You know he knows that you are. He’s perceptive and he knows you too well. A combo that has both its pluses and minus. But he’s gentlemanly enough to still check in on you quietly, in case you were still sleeping. Or maybe he just wanted an excuse to talk to you. It wouldn’t be so out of character for him. And either way, it filled you up with a nice sort of feeling. One that you just couldn’t help but soak up happily. He always saves his sweet side just for you. And for all the right moments too. It made you feel special. He makes you feel special.

“Mhm…” You confirm softly, wiggling back to press further against your boyfriend’s body. Your action earns you a pleased sound from the man behind you as he adjusts his grip on your body to squeeze you tighter than before.

For a while, he doesn’t say anything else. So you decide to keep quiet as well. You go back to focusing on the world around you, giving yourself the chance to slow down and take it all in. The smell of freshly cleaned sheets. The fluffy pillows beneath your head. The feel of Edward’s legs tangled in between yours. And the faint sensation of his heartbeat against your back.

Reminding you once again that now is a time when all is well and all is calm. You can cuddle and hold each other in peace. Because when you wake up in the morning, there are only errands to run for the house. No orders from the State Military. No research projects are to be completed. Just peace. Just calmness. Just stillness. The type that gets you to lower your guard. The type that makes your eyes feel heavy. The type you just lose yourself in. 

Until suddenly-

“Can I put it in?”

You don’t know what he’s talking about at first. But it takes one quick jerk of his hips for you to be caught up to speed. Now, your mouth is flying open in a near-silent gasp as your boyfriend grinds his erection into the curve of your ass as his hands move to grab your hips for a little more leverage. Behind you, his breathing gets a little heavier. And the kisses he was once placing on your neck? They’re getting a little more needy. So things come as less of a surprise the second he mumbles out his question again, in a voice that seems even more desperate than it was before. “Can I…can I put it in? Please?”

You pause for a moment. This isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself in this exact position. Lying awake late at night with your boyfriend rutting into you as thin pieces of fabric keep you both just barely covered. This isn’t even the first time you’ve found yourself in this exact position this month. However, you said you were going to wake up early today and finally get stuff to work on the roof before the sun gets too high. Plus, you’ve already been awake long enough. And you know if you let him get his way, he’ll be keeping up until the sun starts to rise. 

But it is always a pleasant surprise to be reminded about how much your presence affects your boyfriend. And the very reminder of his size as he presses it against you does make things very tempting. 

“Can we still cuddle?” You ask instead, already moving your hands to your hips to tug your panties off. You get yet another kiss for your eagerness- one placed just behind your ear- as Ed’s hands come up to help you pull your underwear down your legs. The sheets get messed up in the process of you lifting and flexing and parting your legs, but you find that you like the sheets and covers off and down towards the bottom of the bed before things even start. Because even if things get cold, you know you still have Ed to keep you nice and warm. “Can we stay just like this?”

“Of course,” He murmurs into your skin as he now begins to pull his briefs down. “Just like this.” 

It’s a little hard for him, even as you try to reach around and help out as much as you can. Though you know it has a lot to do with the fact that’s determined to do it with one hand because his other hand is far too busy reaching under your nightshirt and grasping at your breast. Squeezing and fondling as much as he can grab in his free hand. Seconds later, you feel his cock spring free of its previous confines, brushing up against your bare skin. Eager to be inside of you.

Realistically, you know you both should be spending more time on foreplay. A little bit of rutting over the clothes was enough to get you wet and worked up, sure. But if you wanted to do things the right way, you probably should be drawing things out. Rolling over and sucking on his cock a little. Letting him finger and stretch you out for a good bit. Or, at the very least, you should be busy rubbing your own clit in the ways you know you like. Just to make sure you’re comfortable. Just to make sure you’re ready. Just to make sure it goes in nice and easy.

But admittedly, you don’t want that. You don’t want to wait. You don’t want to waste time. Not when fiddling with the clothes and the sheets has made you wait long enough.

So it’s you who ends up lifting your leg and reaching in between your hand in between them to find your boyfriend's cock and wrap your fingers around it. It was you who ended up aligning it with your lower lips, guiding him forward with a little more fervor than you thought possible at such an hour. And even Ed went to check in on you to ask if you’re sure you don’t want to want to slow down, you just shake your head and roll your hips back, letting his tip brush against your clit in a way that has even him reeling. 

And you know this because the grip he has around your torso goes extra tight and his breathing grows even more labored than before. 

“Tease,” He grits out, and you can just imagine the frustrated expression on his face as clear as day. The gritted teeth. The furrowed brows behind his messy, unbraided hair. Even the little twitch of his eye. And naturally, the image of that popping up in your head (even during such a headed moment) causes you to momentarily lose your cool and give a small laugh. 

But you’re not laughing for long. Because that’s all the warning he gave you before you found him starting to push his cock into you. 

It’s met with a little natural resistance at first. A little tightness that he can’t immediately breakthrough. One of the downsides of skipping to the foreplay is to jump right into the main course. But all he has to do is shift his angle a little bit while your fingers reach down between your legs to part your pussy lips for that barrier to topple. And topple it you both did.

Because just like that, he’s sinking into you. Filling you up inch by inch by inch as you at the sensation of being filled and filled and filled. Inside of you, his cock twitches with want. At the same time, your walls flutter around his thickness as your body adjusts to the sudden intrusion of a familiar entity, whining and squirming at the pleasure it brings you. 

But he still holds you close to him. 

He still spoons you from behind, lying on his side with one arm around your waist and another up your shirt. He still litters your skin with kisses over and over again, as he tells you that he wants to hear your every single moan and every single wet and lewd sound your body makes for him. He does it all, and more while cuddling you.

And even long after he has bottomed out inside of you, offering more than just the slight roll of his hips to ensure he can stay hard inside of you for as long as possible (and so that you never forget who’s has you all worked up and panting like this), he still holds you close. You both still remain in the position that you woke up in. You continue to cuddle. You stay right here. And you stay just like this. For as long as you want to. For as long as you can.

Because there’s nothing better than the peace and pleasure that another person can bring you. There’s nothing better than sharing in that warmth and indulging in another person’s body. There’s nothing better than this- there’s nothing better than doing all this with him. Nothing. 

Except for the heavy sleep you know you’ll both fall into the moment you stop fucking long enough to get the rest you’re both missing out on, of course.

[rocktheholygrail]

Hannibal (2013-2015)

2x01 || 2x08 || 2x13

[malibuklaus]

[galadriel1010]

Sometimes you get a brief glimpse into the American worldview and decide that you don't want to know.

[transcyberism]

I cannot stress enough that this meme is entirely literal. there's no reference or subtext you don't know. these are simply the objectively most popular works of art from each denomination.

[thepromiscuousfinger]

[herssian]

actively enforced a rule for myself that i can't edit every single sentence until a chapter has been written in all its ugly disjointedness. and actually ended up writing instead of editing every single sentence. why the FUCK does that work

[herssian]

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[herssian]

i owe it to the masses to say not only did this change me on a fundamental level, it made me start enjoying writing to such an extent, i began writing consistently after six years