#softlyinbloom

[mysterycflife]

@softlyinbloom asked: “i couldn’t stop thinking about you.” (post jail professor spence)

A growl escaped Spencer at her words as he let her fall on his desk and stepped between her already open legs. They shouldn't be doing this. Once had been bad enough. He was her professor. Twice her age. The only reason he was at the academy and not in the field in the first place was his superiors' concern about his mental stability and this wasn't making a point in his favor. But what was he to do, when she walked into his office dressed like this. The flowy skirt of her summer dress barely reaching the middle of her thighs. When it was so easy to kiss the naked skin of her neck and shoulder while his hands gripped her legs, fingertips sinking into her soft flesh. His trousers-clad erection rubbing against her center as every coherent thought left his otherwise over-active brain.

Spencer wanted to voice his objection, but instead, he moaned against her neck, voice breaking as he muttered how good she felt against him. How perfect she was. How much he wanted her.

[escalaregalia]

[ OVERSIZED ]: sender is wearing receiver's oversized hoodie or shirt with nothing underneath. / for Bruce from @softlyinbloom

lazy days

Leaned back in his large lounge chair, pale blues looked up from his tablet as Bruce saw the young woman in wearing an oversized hoodie, and as she reached for the top shelf the billionaire could see that it was the only thing she was wearing.

"I do appreciate the view." Bruce said as a small smirk curved his lips. "I think if you reach harder you might be able to get it."

[mysterycflife]

@softlyinbloom asked: [ car ] your muse has bent my muse over the hood of a car + reverse (for Spencer, from softlyinbloom)

He shouldn't! They were both drunk and he had just saved her from being dragged away by her asshole ex-boyfriend. He was her professor. So many reasons why he shouldn't bend her over the hood of his car. Why he shouldn't breathe against her neck, or press his nose in her hair to smell her. His hand was still wrapped around her wrist in the same iron grip he had used to pull her away. Although he wasn't sure if he could call it safety anymore, not with the thoughts running in his head. Not when he pressed impossibly closer to her. More of his weight on her. Against her. Spencer was sure she could feel his erection. It would be so easy. Pushing up her short skirt, opening his trousers. So easy and so wrong. Still, a little voice in the back of his mind was telling him to do it. If only to show her that she didn't need Bobby in her life. Even if she deserved better.

Still, he rubbed himself against her ass, a low groan escpaing him. "Tell me to stop!" More a plea than an order. He would hate himself for this tomorrow. Would blame the alcohol. The jealousy. The way prison had changed him. Or maybe the way it had laid bare a part of him he worked so hard to bury. "Meave!" he begged again, before his teeth captured her earlobe.

[goddamndaddies]

@softlyinbloom liked for a smut starter from Clark

Clark sits watching the television, minding his own business when he spots her in the corner of his eye. "Where are you going dressed like that?" he questions, attention turned fully to her, eyes taking her in.

[goddamndaddies]

@softlyinbloom liked for a smut starter from Aaron

Aaron's hand slides into her hair and pushes her down onto her knees. "You're gonna take real good care of me, okay?" He tells her with a small smirk. "You know what to do."

[goddamndaddies]

@softlyinbloom liked for a smut starter from Bruce

Nobody was home but Bruce so when she turned up at his door he happily lets her in, the door closing behind her. "I hope you're ready." He tells her with a small grin. "We got the whole place to ourselves all day and I'm feeling adventurous." he tells her before giving her ass a firm smack.

[fvzzyelf]

[x] @softlyinbloom

he can't even remember what their 'friendly yet heated' discussion devolved too this time, only that at some point she had his back against the counter and he had his tail grasping a belt loop at the back of her slacks to keep her from walking away.

and now those trousers are on the floor somewhere, discarded along with his uniform, her blouse, his briefs.

and now she's naked as a jaybird and singing twice as pretty with every drag of her hips up and down and up and down and-

every downward plunge has her tight heat stretching just a little more, working down another inch of his cock that's often too thick to be taken in an easy, single motion. it's wild how he can feel the racing pulse of her heart in the rhythmic clench of her walls around his length and god, what were they even arguing about??

"ah, liebchen, but look how eager your body is, you're such a good girl taking almost all of my cock like this. how can you want this to be the last time?" kurt pants against her throat.

his hand on her hip urges her to sink down further, to take him to the hilt.

"tell me you like how i fuck you, how i fill you up..."

[goddamndaddies]

▲ and from Clark and or Peter bc why not - from @softlyinbloom

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