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extrashotodepresso · 1 year ago

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Endeavor X Fem!Reader

To Hell With It

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Only , Minors DO NOT INTERACT, sex pollen, unprotected sex (again, don’t do this irl), questionable consent, cringy, office sex

Reblogs and comments always welcome. If you have something hateful to say, keep it to yourself. I write purely for my own enjoyment and post just in the event other people like cliche cringy smut just as much as I do. I know Enji is super shit through most of MHA, and a lot of people just hate on him in general but let��s be real- if we don’t let fantasy characters have redemption arcs, what hope do real people have?

Summary: Enji is hit with a sex pollen quirk and you, his assistant of 5 years decide to help him through it.

“Y/L/N.” The speaker on your desk rang out suddenly, causing you to jump. It was your boss and the nation’s number one hero, Endeavor. “Come to my office. Now.” His voice sounded odd—as clipped and dominant as ever, but obviously different.

He had been strange since returning from today’s patrol, covered in sweat and dashing into his office without so much as a greeting. While he wasn’t typically friendly; he would normally offer you, his head assistant of five years, a casual nod in the least. With a sense of urgency, you rushed away from your desk to go to him.

When you opened the doors to massive office, your eyes were immediately drawn to him. Endeavor was behind his massive mahogany desk, pacing and panting, his hands threading in his hair over and over. He finally stopped as you entered, spreading his arms out on his desk, brooding and clearly tense.

For a moment, you admired the hulk of a man, eyes raking over his broad shoulders and almost 7 foot frame. He was still in costume, though not using his quirk, an unusual sight while in the office. The lack of flames licking across his face made the large scar on his chiseled face stand out even more. Your heart skipped for a moment like a fan struck schoolgirl despite your increasing concern.

“Close the door.” He abruptly commanded you. You obliged, shutting the heavy door as quietly as possible before approaching his desk like a frightened animal.

“Is… everything alright sir?” Your voice was strained, careful.

“I need you to do something for me.” He reached into his desk, pulling out a small red business card. He slapped it down, covering it with his hand and holding it still for a moment before he slid it across the desk, refusing to look you in the eyes. As you got closer to grab the card, you noticed a single bead of sweat roll off his forehead, landing on the wooden surface beneath him with a sizzle. He was quite literally burning up.

You looked at the card with trepidation.

“Call the number. Have them send someone immediately.” You looked down at the card in your hands; it was simply designed, a phone number with ‘Hero Escort Service’ written in bold black ink at the bottom. “Obviously, no one is to know about this.”

“An… escort sir?” You swallowed, not being able to look at him as your heart fell to the pit of your stomach.

Over the past five years you had looked after Enji Todoroki. Everything in his life he needed, you provided. You had been the one to arrange the paperwork for his divorce, had made him almost every meal when he needed to eat, arranged meetings with his children who seldom showed, ran all his errands and… you had been stupid enough for fall for him. Not that he had any idea.

He didn’t respond.

“W-why?” You managed to stutter.

“I didn’t call you in here to ask questions.” His voice was uncommonly stern with you. “Just do it (Y/N).” Yikes, he used your first name. A pregnant pause erupted in the room; your mouth feeling dry as you struggled to grasp the concept.

“No.” You managed to say with finality.

“Excuse me?”

“No.” You finally tore your gaze from the card in your hands, looking to Endeavor with pleading eyes. “Not until you tell me what’s going on.” The words you wouldn’t speak hung in the air silently… This isn’t like you.

You realized now, that’s exactly why he was asking you. He couldn’t—not with as prideful of a man as he was—debase himself like this. The question was, why was he asking you to?

“(Y/N). I will not tolerate your insubordination in this, or any other matter. Call it.” He lit the flames of his quirk as if to intimidate you. You didn’t falter.

“Something’s wrong.” You said, ignoring his display. You stiffened your posture, staring him down with all the strength you could muster. “I never question you, sir. Just this once, I need to know. Why are you doing this?” He looked you up and down, as if appraising you and there was something behind his eyes that made you tingle. He seemed to consider your question, you could read that he was debating wether or not to disclose something.

“I got hit with a quirk. This is the cure. Handle it or I will find someone who can.”

“What kind of quirk needs…” you trailed off, then, as if against your will your eyes dragged down his body, down his hero suit and you noticed the sizable tent in his pants. “Oh.” You swallowed, though your mouth still felt quite dry. He offered no additional information and for a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of the crackling of his quirk’s fire.

You looked at the card again, then turned the phone on his desk to you. He watched you with interested eyes but still said nothing. You dialed something frantically and waited for a response, taking off your suit jacket while you did.

“Yes, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Inform the security team to clear the top floor and enter into lockdown. Yes, just this floor, all other levels are to remain operational.” A pause. “Immediately.” Another pause. “Exactly. Endeavor is not to be disturbed, this is a direct order. Thank you.” You hung up the phone, trying to hide the fact that your hands were shaking.

“What are you doing?” Enji asked with interest and a little frustration. “I thought I told you-“

“You told me to handle it.” You quipped back. “Even if I call now, they’re not going to send someone here in time. These quirks just get worse until you… feel better, right?” You raised a brow. You had learned about sex pollen quirks in school. In most cases, the symptoms just get worse until the individual affected has sex to completion. Trying to fix it themselves wouldn’t even work, which is why there were agencies specially designed for heroes with this type of predicament. But you weren’t going to allow your Endeavor to degrade himself like that.

“… Yes.” He was still panting, looking over your body with a heavy swallow. He must’ve felt worse than you realized, judging off of his tensed muscles and desperate tone in his voice. How long could he possibly hold on? “But I-I can’t- not with you.”

You ignored the fact that that last bit tore your heart into a million pieces. The man you loved was in physical pain, your feelings hardly mattered right now. (Besides, you thought to yourself, given that sentiment this opportunity may never come again.)

“Please, sir…Enji.” At the sound of his name leaving your lips he moaned. “Let me help you.” You began to unbutton your blouse, looking into his eyes as you did. This was in a way embarrassing, would he be able to tell how you felt by looking at you? You chewed the inside of your cheek. You heard a feral sound emit from deep inside him as the opening of your shirt exposed your bra underneath.

“(Y/N).” He said, as if in warning. You finished removing your shirt, allowing it to fall on the floor and slowly began unzipping the back of your skirt.

“I promise, I’ll do everything I can to please you- just… let me help you, Enji.” I’ll do anything, but please don’t let it be someone else. Your skirt fell to the floor and you stepped out of it; leaving you standing before him in nothing but your underwear, stockings and heels.

He made his way around the table and just as you were reaching for your bra clasp he grabbed your arm to stop you.

“(Y/N).” He growled and the sound made your stomach flip. You looked into his eyes. His eyes were searching yours for any hint of hesitation though he found none. “I- If you stay in here like that I’m not going to control myself and- and I don’t want to hurt you.” The words came out in a broken whisper. He was shaking, clearly holding back his last ounce of self control. “Anyone but you.”

You ignored his plea, instead standing on the toes of your heels as you grabbed his face and gave him a searing kiss.

It was the kiss you had wanted to give him on your very first day. The kiss you had wanted to give him the first time he patted your head and told you you had done a good job. The kiss you had wanted when you saw him sitting alone in his office, staring at his phone with agony on his face as he desperately wished to fix his past. The kiss you had wanted when you were terrified he would be killed by the Nomu, the kiss you had wanted every single day after when you were just happy to see him. Your Hero, your Endeavor, your Enji. You hoped every ounce of that feeling could be transferred via skin, that with the crude brush of your lips he knew what you were desperately trying to say.

The way he returned your kiss you thought he might. You quickly became a clash of tongues and teeth, sloppy unhinged kisses driving you absolutely insane. You managed to pull away for a moment, the two of you panting.

“I promise�� I can take it.” You kissed him a little more gently this time, feeling him groan into your mouth. His back shivered as you looped your arms around his chest, gripping for purchase wherever you could find it.

He lifted you off the ground, his tongue probing your mouth desperately as you tried to keep up. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moved your grip from his chest to his shoulders, your hands moving over his neck and your fingers in his hair. You bit his lip, pulling it into your mouth with a gentle suck and he stuttered and growled. The violence of the sound shook his body and vibrated yours and you practically purred at the feeling.

“I’m going to destroy you, princess.” He let out in an animalistic warning. He shoved you onto his desk, using his hands to knock everything onto the floor before he pushed you down. You whimpered with the force of it as your head hit the desk, your legs were still wrapped around his waist and he ground himself against you, the bulge in his pants causing enough friction to make you gasp.

He kissed you while your mouth was open, tongue delving into your mouth attempting to swallow you whole. You were the one shaking now, desperate for every bit of what was coming. His lips seared down your throat, he let the flames of his quirk die out and you felt the scratch of his stubble searing your neck and chest as he travelled lower.

He grabbed your bra by the front, causing your back to arch off the desk towards his chest and he used his quirk to singe it off of you, the fabric giving way as he snapped it off your body. The sudden movement stung but you didn’t notice as his mouth hungrily attacked your right breast. His right hand grabbed at your left, massaging the tender flesh as he continued his oral assault. You arched further into him, panting and whimpering pathetically as your legs squeezed him harder.

He left your breast, licking down your stomach, using his hands to spread your legs off him while he lapped at your flesh. He landed a harsh nip at your hip as he kneeled on the ground. You shreiked and felt him smile into your flesh as he continued lower.

“It’s almost like you planned this, princess.” He mumbled into your flesh, his kisses and bites moving across your thighs and toward the apex of them. “It’s like you’re wearing these just for me.”

You knew what he was referring to. The very expensive lingerie set he was ruining was in fact from the Endeavor fan line; you had rushed out to buy them as soon as you saw their release announced and you hated to admit it, but the navy blue lace set was your favorite to wear to work. The thought of dressing for him and having that as a secret not even he knew was a guilty pleasure for you.

“I am.” You managed to gasp out as you felt his thick fingers caress the fabric. “It’s all for- you!” The last admission you might be embarrassed by had your thoughts not been otherwise occupied as he moved your panties to the side and shoved a finger deep into your unprepared hole. “Fuck!”

“Already so wet- what a naughty girl you are for me- if I had known…” whatever else he was about to say was lost as he brought his other hand down to singe off what was remaining of your underwear. The heat on your skin caused you to flinch, the sudden jut of your hips shoving his finger in deeper. Without warning his mouth landed on your clit, beginning an unforgiving assault with his tongue while he curled his finger deep inside you.

You were already close to snapping and he had just gotten started. His tongue felt like heaven, you swore you felt him searing his name into you. You hoped he was. Your hands gathered into his hair, your hips bucking into his face. When he inserted a second finger you looked down, as you noticed his starved eyes searing into you, watching your reactions to him you immediately came, clenching hard around him as you shook with a scream. He pulled back, watching you unravel and drip all over him. Enji let out a dark chuckle.

“Now I see why you told them to empty the entire floor. So loud- am I making you feel good, princess?” You let out a pathetic whimper at the use of the nickname, trying to shake your head yes- god you wished your brain wasn’t so blank, maybe you could tell him—“Well don’t forget, you’re here to please me, princess.” He pulled his pants down, allowing his massive raging red member to spring free. At the sight of it, your eyes widened, you tried pathetically to squirm back- there was no way—“Ah, ah ah-“ he tutted condescendingly. Now standing, he gripped your open thighs and dragged you closer to him, you could feel wetness of your own slick beneath you on the desk spread over your ass. “You promised you could handle it, and good girls don’t break their word.” His smile was dark and you felt your pussy clench at his words.

He held his cock in his hand, pumping it languidly and you wondered if this quirk he had been hit with was even that bad. He had an amazing sense of control-you had always heard that sex quirks made people go into a desperate frenzy, but the only person who seemed affected like that was you.

Enji dragged the underside of his cock along your folds, your poor overstimulated pussy quivered at the sensation.

“Hope you meant it princess- would hate to break my new toy as soon as I got it.” He muttered to himself as he lined up with your opening and began to push inside. “Fuck- (Y/N) you’re so- too- f-fuck-“ he stammered and you saw his control slip for a moment before he rammed himself all the way inside you. You yelped in pain from the suddenness of it, never had you had someone so…

“S’big” you whimpered weakly “S’too big Enji-“

It seemed he didn’t hear you as he began thrusting at an unrelenting speed. His arms braced themselves at your side, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he pounded you without compassion. Even the desk began creaking at the severity at which he was fucking you. He curled his body in closer, intolerably hot breath in your ear as he continued.

He had lost all control. He was grunting and whining and whimpering and repeating your name like a mantra, losing himself completely within you. You couldn’t feel pain anymore, just Enji. His crushing weight on your body, the heat rolling off him in waves, every vein of his cock dragging along your most sensitive spot; he was sending you hurling toward another release at breakneck speed.

“F-f-fuuu-“ you couldn’t even complete a single word. So this is what they meant by fucked dumb, huh? What the fuck had you been missing all this time?

He suddenly pulled out of you, leaving you to pathetically whimper at his absence.

“Enji- please-“ you quietly sobbed out. He grabbed your thighs again, using them to flip you over onto all fours on his desk, forcing your knees beneath you and your ass in the air before he thrust into you again.

“Gonna make you mine-“ he growled, and his voice was all you could hear. “Gonna mark you, gonna fill you up-“ this new angle had him impossibly deeper, you could feel him splitting you completely apart over his length.

“P-pleeease!” You finally managed coherence with a pathetic plea. The sound that came out of him was like a surprised sort of pleasure, like he hadn’t expected you to be so eager at the idea.

“You’d like that slut? Huh? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Hm?” When you didn’t immediately respond, he unleashed a quick but effective slap on your asscheek, forcing your dumbed out brain to process his words.

“Want all of it- please- please daddy~” his hand came up from your thigh and to your throat; not choking you but holding you up and arching your back to him as he turned your face to look at him. He looked into your fucked out eyes, seemingly trying to convey something to you in his stare before he settled on kissing you again.

He dragged his tongue along your lips, continuing his thrusting as he kissed you with a juxtaposed tenderness. You tried your best to kiss him back, but your lips were moving stupidly against his, the angle of your head uncomfortable and your hips doing their best to keep up with him taking up most of your attention. He curled his hand just a bit tighter around your throat and you exploded; flashes of white blinding you as you clamped down on him, your body spasming wildly as you lost yourself in him.

“Fuck- I’m cumming-“ he growled in your mouth as you felt a burning hot release inside you, rope after rope of cum filling you up. He fucked you through it and you felt his essence weeping around his cock and down your slit, collecting on the table below you.

Holy fuck this was glorious.

He didn’t stop kissing you for a moment, if anything he became more impassioned, biting and sucking your lips and tongue as his hips stuttered inside you. Even as his movements slowed, the kiss continued, slowing down but never stopping. When he realized you needed to breathe, he kissed the side of your mouth, your jaw, your back, and finally stilled inside you. You slowly collapsed down onto your forearms before allowing yourself to fully melt onto the table, cheek pressed to the cool surface while you tried to catch your breath.

You felt him soften a bit inside you but he refused to pull out.

You were a panting, drooling, dumb-fucked mess and when you felt him nibble at your ear the sensation distracted you enough to not hear whatever it was he just said.

“Huh?” You managed, dimly. He finally left you, gently rolling you back over to face him and allowing you to lie fucked out on the desk below him.

“How. Long?” This time he punctuated the words with kisses to your cheek and stared in your face waiting for an answer. His hand came up to your face, thumb stroking your cheek gently.

“How long what?”

“Don’t play stupid with me, (Y/N).” He growled and glared down at you. You knew what he was asking but smiled despite yourself as you replied;

“Whatever do you mean Enji?” You chewed your lip, your previous feeling of confidence and ecstasy dissipating rapidly. He refused to repeat himself so the two of you simply stared at one another awkwardly. “I told you, I just wanted to help.” You tried to cover. He had told you before any of this that he wanted it to be anyone but you, how could you possibly admit how you felt now?

“I know you do.” He said, with sudden certainty. “So answer the question before I have to punish you.” His cock twitched against you as if reminding you of his capability to do so. You instinctively bucked into him again, the overstimulation of you both causing the two of you to gasp.

“You know I do what? Enji, I do everything for you. Wouldn’t it make sense for me to help you with this too? Why would there be an ulterior-“

“You love me.” He clarified, not willing to tolerate your stalling anymore. “How. Long.”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling more exposed than ever. Ironic, really, considering what you had done.

“How long have I been working here?” You cracked a broken smile, feeling utterly pathetic.

“Five years, sixty-one days and fourteen hours.” He answered without hesitation. Your eyes widened as you studied his expression. What had been a stern gaze had become a soft smile, if not a little sad.

“There you have it.” You admitted. You both sat in the pregnant silence for a while.

“To hell with it.” He said, as if he had just decided something. He leaned down and kissed you again, with a gentle tender passion that slowly grew. You eagerly returned the kiss, feeling his length harden against you and his arms creep around your torso.

He pulled you up to a seated position- he picked you up and moved you to the couch in the center of his office. He laid you down gently, reaching over your head, feeling for something through your kiss until you heard a click. He had reclined the futon so it laid flat to give you both more room. You smiled into him, it was weirdly considerate and a little romantic of him.

You pulled at the hem of the top of his costume- wanting there to be nothing between you and he readily obliged. After doing so he brought your legs up over your head and peeled your stockings down one by one. Clearly, he felt the same. He removed those and your heels gently, and your skin prickled at his soft and careful touch.

This was certainly different.

You pulled away from the kiss, suddenly distracted by your own thoughts.

“Wait- I thought- has the quirk not worn off?” You were a little out of breath already again, his tender kisses were dizzying.

“It has.” He returned his lips to yours, slowly moving his hips back to adjust his angle before slowly pushing himself back inside of you. You gasped into his mouth as he began to make actual love to you, your brain slowly losing out to the sensations of pleasure.

“Enji-“ you moaned into his mouth.

“You’re mine now, (Y/N). I’m never letting you go.”

You spent the next several hours having a soft, gentle love making marathon. By the end of it, you simply passed out in his office, you wouldn’t be able to stand anyway.

He sent away for someone else to bring you some clothes; after all his secretary was busy at the moment. She would be for a long time.

#enji x you #enji x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #endeavor x reader #endeavor x you #endeavor smut #sex pollen #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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helplessautomaton · 10 months ago

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could i request tachihara with prompt 13 and 21? thankk youu, remember to stay hydrated <3

13 (“Keep looking at others and I will gift you their eyes.”) + 21 (“I don't regret any of the blood I have gotten on my hands, it's for you and only you!”)

this was supposed to go up on monday but the fear of mischaracterization was kicking my ass, sorry for the Tachihara stans that dont think my portrayal is accurate, i tried. i did try to mix up his hunting dog persona at the end, just in case if i missed the mark there.

also i finally got an A03 account in the running! eventually i'll post the event there as well. enough rambling, here you go.

WC 676 // valentines event open!! TWS, blood, threats,

You wouldn't consider your boyfriend Tachihara to be necessarily violent. You'd more consider him busy, you don't exactly remember how you met him but you both are in the Port Mafia together. As of late you couldn't help but notice the more attention Tachihara put towards people who would talk to you. More focused on their words, eyes getting sharper with the more bond you and the other party have. He used to be slightly discourteous towards you until you both got to talking just a bit and he opened up. But him warming up to you suddenly doesn't mean he was any less teasing and insolent with you. Sometimes when his rebellious nature backfired on him you’d get a good giggle or two out while he would be stun locked before going back to the Tachihara you knew.

Then he got softer when you two were alone, you both got to know each other a little more, patching eachother up when missions were rough. Sometimes he would ditch out for plans you made, in a sudden rush then proceeded apologizing after, usually saying the boss needed something done last minute or he wouldn't clarify at all. You didn't mind this soft side of him, understanding how tiring it can be to hold up a big guy facade. When you two went out, he would always pay, at some points you were suspicious on how much money he had, you two got paid the same but you never asked. While you were a little stubborn, he was just a bit more stubborn than you could be, it was just a little fun at times during non serious arguments.

Yet you noticed the tension rise up in his frame whenever someone else was near. The glare that would gladly kill at the person who talked to you for even a few moments. If he was touching you, you’d certainly get a bruise the next day from him gripping down way too hard on your skin.

You did start to mention his behavior towards him in concern, but he always shrugged it off, saying the person did something personal towards him. Your hesitation was not unnoticed by Tachihara. There were certain days where it was worse, but again, he was probably just stressed. Until he started his threats when you were there in clear view. It really only got worse as the time continued and your tolerance and ignorance couldn't last forever. “Keep looking at others and I will gift you their eyes.”

That was your last thread, you started venting your frustrations more clearly and left. The person was only trying to get to know you more and yet they got threatened. This response from you wasn't taken lightly as you noted blood towards where you usually work at. The blood worsened when it led up to your specific work area. Your senses quickly flared up with boiling anxiety and being on guard, where the culprit was gasping away. There was Tachihara, covered in blood, the blood flowed gently down on his arms, the blood falling making quiet noises every time it hit the floor. As you’re taking in the sight with horrified eyes, the best you could do was step back while gripping your free arm with your wrist. Tachihara quickly noticed your presence and smiled casually, he tried to calm his breathing and straightened out his posture before unhurriedly walking over to you. “They put up a good fight but I finally got them, eyes are hard to carve out.”

All you could do was take a step back with disgusted eyes and tensed up muscles that started to hurt.

Even though words didn't have to say it, he didn't take your reaction lightly. “I don't regret any of the blood I have gotten on my hands, it's for you and only you. And I’m aware of what I did, but I hope you understand why I did this.”

The voice was calm, it wasn't the hot headedness tone Tachihara usually used, just eerie tranquility.

#yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bsd x reader #yandere #tachihara x reader #bsd tachihara #tachihara michizou

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queenharumiura · 17 days ago

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4 and 17

[send a number for me to talk about one of the following topics!] ||Accepting|| @musessinabag

4.) Multiple people threads

I've done it before and I think they're fun! The main issue is activity. I strongly suggest that all people have close to the same activity levels. I don't mean this to say that you shouldn't rp with someone who is slower than you- but from personal experience, I've found that if someone is quite slower than the rest of the partners, they end up feeling rushed/stressed. That dynamic can fester and then the person ends up unhappy.

This won't be an issue if all parties are able to communicate well and have a solid understanding of: it's okay to take your time! Alas- I find that communication is not a strong point for a lot of people these days.

Assuming everyone has a similar activity level or has good communication, multi-people threads are very fun! The other issue can be that it can get really long on the dash, and sometimes it gets a lil harder to keep up with all the events in the thread.

Other than that, I find them really fun! I wouldn't be against doing a multi-person thread if anyone ever wanted to do so. I've certainly done it before in the past. =w=

17.) Fanon interpretations

Well, I honestly can't speak too much on this, because I honestly just avoid fandom as much as I can. I've learned over the years that the reason why I stop liking a piece of media is because of the fandom itself. I don't really pay attention to what's fanon, but I've seen a few things here and there for our fandom... and... I can say... I don't like what I saw. lol

I have read some fanon posts with a lot of likes/reblogs and I read through it and just... it makes my blood pressure rise. I'm not going to lie, i'll be completely honest. I've blocked some fanon blogs because I've seen some SHIT takes.

What irritates me the most is that some fanon HCs become so popular that it gets regarded as canon. Like, for instance people believing that the 2nd Vongola boss has an officially announced name- which he doesn't. The ONLY primo generation birthday that we know of is Giotto's. Any other guardian's birthday that you see online is fanon. I didn't know this until I saw someone talking about it, but there was actually no mention in canon that Alaude is French. It's just a headcanon that got so popularized that people assume it's canon. I admit that I fell for that one.

I've read a few fanfiction, and man... I couldn't finish many of them. I really dislike how many of them were written out characterization-wise. I just cannot deal with fanon a lot of the time.

#musessinabag #Meme answered #Answered ask #Thanks for the ask!#Neo speaks

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apoptoses · 1 year ago

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🕯Prayer circle for your current wip🕯The excerpt you posted last week was so insanely good. The whole premise of Armand going back to Venice to reminisce and heal plus your take on post-canon Devil’s Minion (which is unlike anything else out there) makes it SUCH an intriguing concept, I hope you can get past whatever it is you feel like it’s holding you back, you’ve got this queen xoxo DA aka @apoptoses’ one woman cheerleading squad 🥹

Thank you!!! Reading that excerpt back, it feels like someone else wrote it lol I think my issue was I had so many open doors where it could go that picking just one or two has been a challenge. But I worked it out, I got Daniel's motivations sorted and now we're onto the smut like we should be.

Because it's hard right, when these characters can live centuries and experience all sorts of lives, and have all these potential distant relatives out there. There's so much to mourn, to decide what's worth keeping in their lives. There's a lot of complicated feelings on family from Daniel's end, having grown up in the 50s when parents were so checked out and absent. And for Armand who got kidnapped multiple times- how does he decide what's family? How does he decide what he feels like he's lost and what parts of his past to keep?

So we're gonna have a little funeral for the two boys who lost their lives as a result of events in Venice (yup, Riccardo is in it too!). And Armand is gonna mourn his mortal life and then he's gonna take these vampire drugs and let Daniel have him the way he used to have him when he was alive.

Here, for being my cheerleader 🥹:

Armand nods. “Yes. That. Any way that you make me do that will be a new experience for me. And you certainly should know what you’re doing, I’ve seen you work on mortal men enough times to know you’re always very successful.”

Daniel laughs. “That’s a way to put it. So you want me to teach you some things, then. You want to be bossed around by someone more experienced.”

“Yes. But it won’t be simple for you. After all, I’m a good Orthodox boy. I could take some convincing.”

Armand looks up at him, chin raised in defiance. He means to look sincere about it, to challenge Daniel, but when he glimpses his reflection in the mirror he sees only petulance. The hard set of a mouth, locked into place to compensate for the heart that’s jack hammering against his sternum.

Daniel arches a brow at him. He leans in for what Armand assumes is a kiss, and so he lets his eyes fall shut in anticipation. But Daniel’s mouth misses his, it goes along to graze his cheek instead and leave goosebumps in its wake. His lips are smooth as silk, they ghost along his skin so lightly it sets Armand’s entire face tingling.

And god, if that is all it takes to get the golden haze creeping into his vision then what is this experience going to be like, when he layers mortal desire atop his immortal senses?

Daniel’s mouth finds the shell of his ear, traces along it and leaves Armand gripping the edge of the countertop tight. When Daniel takes a step into his space his kneels fall open without his mind even issuing the command. It’s automatic, his body and its urges taking over so that his hands fly from the counter to grip at Daniel’s bare chest.

The hair there is just enough to dig his fingers into. A bare thread for Armand to cling to when Daniel’s cold breath hits his ear.

“I don’t think you’ll take that much convincing. You’ve always been greedy, Riccardo has told me about that,” Daniel murmurs.

Armand swallows thickly. “Riccardo was nineteen. He would have fucked a hole in the wall, had it been the right size and depth.”

“Mm, but he wasn’t the one dragging his friend out of bed to fuck. And he’s not the one with his legs spread, exposing himself on this counter either.”

Armand had been so focused on Daniel’s lips that he hadn’t felt the towel fall open. And suddenly its as if all his senses rush to that one place, to his bare cock between his thighs. He has the urge to cover himself but it would be pointless now. He dropped his modesty the moment Daniel looked at him like one looks at a defiant child, amused and assured he would win this battle.

“So you can pretend all you want,” Daniel continues. “But I think you’ll roll over and beg for me within the first few minutes. Especially if I don’t take the drugs at first, because that’s what you want too, isn’t it? You want to be back on the other end of things again, being toyed with by a monster who can’t feel the same things as you.”

Heat rushes to Armand’s chest and turns his skin pink. Caught. He’s a fish in a barrel for Daniel, a bear who happily wanders into a trap. He nods.

“You think you’re such a locked vault of secret ideas and desires, but you’re not. I know what you want without you even having to say it. You spent years when I was a mortal teaching me all about you,” Daniel says.

Your support means everything to me!! ♥ xoxo

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twilightbloom · 11 months ago

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My thoughts on the 1.2 event so far

I have finished the first available story part to the event and I certainly have some thoughts! It's my first time doing this so I hope I tag/cut everything off properly for people who don't want spoilers; this contains spoilers about the entire first part so wouldn't want anyone to have their experience ruined. With that said...

The overall story: I thought this event was much more enjoyable personally than the Melania and ESPECIALLY the Pickles part. I liked Melania, but the second part was a slog to go through and Diggers frankly irritated me to no end.

As far as story went, I thought this event was much more interesting, and it subverted my expectations several times; I thought the middle/last part was the strongest, though, as far as both story (the filler characters leave relatively quickly) and character development. The early part was nice to set up the mystery and I liked the clue collecting part, though I did wish that it didn't all come down to hallucinogens. Would've been fun to have a bit more tension around the butcher/bride parts.

The later half/end part with the reveal of the true "villain" was quite cool imo; while I started suspecting Anne as soon as she asked Vertin about her wish as it panned on her hands, I'll admit... I didn't connect the dot about Changeling/Jessica lmao. That part that focused on her, together with Blonney, was the best.

The only real gripe I have with the story is the ending; it felt quite a bit rushed imo. I feel like R1999 is very good at setting up story threads and following up on them, but the endings just feel a bit deflated. I thought the same about chap 4, btw, which is also why I wanted to write some more material for it.

Vertin actually cutting to the problem at the roots was quite refreshing too - the "don't leave me" villain stories usually end up with the villain all alone, and her reaching out with facts and logic to convince her was very nice. Loved that part.

The characters: This time around, the characters felt much more fun to follow. Blonney was definitely my favorite character together with Jessica, and the idea of discarding the human characters relatively quickly to advance Blonney's conflict was probably the right choice. I felt like they didn't add anything to the story.

Horropedia's the one that left me the most indifferent, though he wasn't insufferable at all and actually stole a chuckle or two from me. I just think he was the weakest among the arcanist cast.

Tooth Fairy was great; my initial assumption was that she was a really creepy character because of her first story (keeping the bloody tooth of a child you ran over - and assumedly killed before the second part disproved that? Seriously? That and the whole "eating tooth fairies" stuff really unsettled me lol), and while she's definitely not and just a little deadpan, I still think the fact that she eats and makes other people eat living things is enough to warrant at least a raised eyebrow from me. Still, as a character, definitely enjoyed her and her role in the story.

Jessica and Blonney's stories interconnected quite a lot, and I love how it was actually Jessica that began Blonney's arc by convincing her to come out of her shell and giving her the courage to be who she really wanted to be. Blonney was great, really enjoyed her, and Jessica fulfilled her role very well imo.

Btw, props to her English voice actress; some of the lines in her boss fight and after were heartbreaking to hear. Thankfully Jesus Chri- I mean Vertin redeemed her in the end by coming at her from the right perspective, since no one else, not even Blonney, seemed to understand just how much she was upset and confused.

Final thoughts: This event was much more enjoyable story wise; I really liked most of the cast and even the characters that I didn't vibe fully with at least weren't insufferable or even bad. Plus, thankfully no one lost braincells just because they were in a horror type plot. Cool event, cool characters, and nice gameplay as well, enjoying the ice puzzle type minigame and the fights. Shame for the rushed ending but oh well, the final postcard was very wholesome.

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #re: 1999 #reverse 1999 thoughts #reverse 1999 spoilers #reverse 1999 1.2 spoilers #story review #personal ramblings/thoughts

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sanniedaysmarsnights · 2 years ago

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Dark and Twisted Threads of Fate | Series 5 - Mafia!ATEEZ x reader Part 8

Masterlist

First chapter

Previous chapter (chapter 7)

A/N: Omg I was so stuck on this bit for ages but thanks to @haet-sal I finally managed to make my way through!! Boy let me tell you are we up for some feels after this. Good luck reading <3 <3

Tagging: @baekmond @whyme11 @atiny-99 @twilightwei @lovelyaegyo @hongjoongs-rightpinky @nervousbasementtimemachine @jjangsaebyuk @diyanamira @soytrash

Word count: About 2,5K :)

Warnings: Brief non-con (not to reader), some murder and torture, a nice bucket of trauma, stockholm syndrome and then some fluff. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION; I DO NOT CONDONE *ANY* OF IT

Anyway, enjoy!

Life continued on as always, the seasons shifting gradually towards autumn. The trees on the estate gradually turned their leaves to orange in preparation to let them fall. The cooling temperatures didn't seem to have any effect on the proceedings of ATEEZ, the mansion always buzzing like a bees nest. You had always wondered if Hongjoong was truly so busy that he would rarely make an appearance in his own living quarters, or if he was simply avoiding you. But as hopeful you were to see more of him after the recent events, that didn't change either.

Hongjoong's absence made you question things. It was one thing to confide in his most trusted members, but to put your faith into the lead man himself like that? What were you thinking?

You told yourself that they must have once been very much like yourself, backed into a corner with little choice but to lash out. But now they so clearly thrived, even basked in the gore and glory. Another sting in your gut. Perhaps it was not so much that they might have been like you, but that you were starting to become like them instead. 'They must have a good motivation behind what they do.' you told yourself.

You had learned a lesson about snooping around the house, but these days you were becoming so bored you decided to look for company of the boys in the interrogation basement. It wasn't a big deal. You had joined the boys down there several times before to either watch them interrogate somebody, San looked incredibly sexy when he revelled in some torture here and there to get the information out of the enemy, and had even tried your own hand at some hands on interrogating before. Your hands were getting used to being covered in blood too, you realised.

You had tried your hardest to cling to denial, pretending that this situation had somehow been different. But different how? Hongjoong was an even bigger, more powerful mafioso than those little street rats who had bothered you in the past. Why would you decide to trust a man who you knew damn well must have dozens of gallons of blood on his hands, and that was not even counting all the indirect kills he must be responsible for. You knew damn well what kind of people you were living with, after all. Were you becoming one of them? Numb to the pain of others, numb to the sting of guilt in the back of your conscience? You knew very well how addicted you were to the rush of adrenaline, the feeling of power. How beautiful the world could seem when you pushed your body to its limits, executing a perfect kill. Rather than asking yourself what you were becoming, perhaps you should ask yourself what you already became. You didn't want to know.

Nobody would declare you sane if they ever found out you felt safe in their company, Hongjoong's company. People knew Hongjoong as the manic and irrational, terrifying boss of ATEEZ. They didn't back down from the toughest challenges, and pulled off tactics nobody could predict. Everyone thought Hongjoong was simply the power at the top of the organisation and that Seonghwa was the one to come up with all of these plans by himself, but you had learned that it was very much a two man job. Together, they ruled the most powerful partition of the underworld for almost a decade now. And you were living right under their roof.

But then suddenly all of that safety and respect you had for Hongjoong was gone.

It took you a while to mentally process exactly what had gone on in that basement.

Walking in on Hongjoong fucking one of their hostages down the throat harshly. You stand in the door opening, frozen in place, petrified by the monstrous exhibit before you.

Even when his neck turns you are unable to shy away and hide yourself. You knew you should be afraid, fear what this monster might do to you for finding out, for seeing forbidden things.

You felt disgusted, stomach twisting at the visions of when you had pleased him. You had been pleasing a ruthless monster. You had always had your rational suspicions that, being leaders of a widely feared gang, they had committed heinous crimes. But to you what you saw in front of you, was the worst crime of them all. You had known all too well what it was like to be the victim of such savagery.

It had felt like hours had passed as you felt Hongjoong stare into your soul, not a trace of malignancy in his eyes. His gaze was only briefly broken as sweat that was dripping from his hair which was plastered to his forehead, forced him to blink the foreign fluids from his eyes. The sole thing that presented that, in actuality, only a split second had passed, was Hongjoong's breathing. It was rapid and laboured. Two, three breaths you had counted now.

Then, a smile graced Hongjoong's lips. You couldn't tell if it ever reached his eyes as he had finally turned his gaze back to his victim. With one swift- seemingly almost too trained and effortless- motion he retracted his hips from where his hilt had still been deeply burrowed in the man's face, and snapped his neck. The eerily loud 'crack' that reverberated across the thick stone walls was revolting.

"Now now, don't be afraid sweetheart. They had it well and truly coming." Your mind stuttered. "They?" you had barely whispered the question, still processing Hongjoong's words. Then, as you finally unfroze enough to look around, you saw that the floor was littered with several other corpses. Two males and three females, you counted. The brick in your throat was so painful it prevented you from breathing. You desperately tried to swallow the brick- tried to swallow the whole scenario. Without realising it you had begun taking several steps backwards. You had no idea where you were going or what you were going to do, but you simply had to get out of there.

You were almost sent to the floor when your back collided with a strong chest, its arms quickly coming up to catch you.

"Careful now," you heard the gruff voice from behind you speak, Yunho. You were not quite certain if you should be thankful for his presence or frightened. But your dazed mind had no answer, it was too busy fighting to stay conscious in the first place. A part of you believed that this was all just a bad nightmare, finally relaxing into Yunho's arms as they wrapped around your body snugly.

You don't remember much after that point. Yunho had picked you up in a bridal style and walked you out of their basement, through their mansion. This room had woken up in was probably somewhere in their home. You did not recall seeing it before, but then again their house was so enormous you doubted you could find every little room in it even after a year. Old mansions like this were also bound to have secret rooms- or basements.

Dread coiled back into your stomach as you recalled what you saw in the basement that night. It couldn't have been real. Right?

You were being kept captive in that room for a long time, as they visited you regularly. They had explained what you saw and that they could now no longer let you go. You knew too much. Most of them seemed so sad, they really did not want to harm you. They hated seeing you like this, feeling physically pained by the sight of them. Eventually your eyes didn't even seem to recognise them anymore.

You eventually forgot why they were visiting you, or who they were. It became too much for Wooyoung to continue to visit you, to see you falling apart until so little was left over. It was eventually Yeosang who convinced him to return, telling him about how his absence would only make you suffer more. And he really didn't want that. They all hoped that if they continued to keep you company, one day you would remember their names.

After that, Wooyoung made it a point to visit you every week, and eventually every day when he could. He would bring board and card games among other entertaining things to do and would do his best to cheer you up. But he could tell that you were not the person that they had known before. It was merely an empty shell that you had left behind.

Eventually you could feel his pain. You were not sure why he was always there to spend time with you or why he was so sad, but it hurt to see him like this. It tortured you to such an extent that you begun acting happier for him too, no matter how exhausting. You played along with his little games, and when the spring came he even got to take you out for some walks in the courtyard outside of your windows.

Months must have passed by then, and you knew that even when you got to go out, there was not a single way to leave. For whatever reason you were kept here, you were not going to find a way out.

In their sick, twisted ways they cared for you, and slowly you began to care for them too, living in your doll house. Especially San, Yunho, Wooyoung and Yeosang had a special place inside your heart. You also cared for Mingi, but as he was very busy you got to see him significantly less. Seonghwa mostly just came on visits to share the fancy teas that he brought from outside, along with tasty and exotic treats. Occasionally he would also gift you jewellery, insisting that you should wear it for him sometime. The thing that set him apart from the others, was how his smile seemed genuine, gentle.

He was often distant, but some part of his care towards you, touched you. You knew that he was trying to be respectful of your space, not wanting you to feel a captive of your own 'home' as they called it. Eventually you had to admit that you were even looking forward to Seonghwa's visits. You knew that his care for you was heartfelt, and he had a unique gentleness to him.

One time you fell ill, and despite Yeosang monitoring, and taking care of your health, Seonghwa had refused to leave your side for almost two entire weeks. Every day he would be called away for a couple of hours to address his most pressing duties, but you always awoke to the sight of him either sitting reading reports, or slumped over sleeping by your bedside.

You gently caressed the side of Seonghwa's cheek, admiring how soft and defenceless the grown man could look when he was asleep. A pang of regret bubbled from your insides, wishing you wouldn't worry him so. You could see how the crease lines had started to deepen in his forehead ever since you had fallen ill, and you knew how exhausted he must be.

You decided to both thank the man and reprieve him, in your own way, once you were feeling a little better. You didn't dare to be upfront with it, unfamiliar with who these men really were, but deep inside you felt like the kindness they had shown you without fail, deserved to be repaid in some way.

The closer you grew to them, the more you felt as if you had already known them before, as if from a previous lifetime. You felt deep down how much you could trust them, knowing that they would never dare let any harm befall you. You wondered if that was why they kept you in here. They all adamantly respected your space and privacy, never making any moves on you. In a way that even saddened you. You began to feel that perhaps they were the ones upholding the barriers to a more personal connection, rather than you. It seemed as if some of them were too afraid to be too close to you. The thought was gnawing at you, but perhaps it was just the confinement playing tricks on your mind. Maybe you were really nothing more than a duty to them.

The guilt was a strange feeling. The sensation first pained you whenever they visited you, in turn dejecting your visitors. Then when you overheard Yeosang whispering to Yunho about how concerned they were for your wellbeing, fearing that you were falling back into a depression as when they had first confined you, that you changed your mind. Even if you were guilty, burdening them further was only going to make matters worse for everyone.

You ought to repay them for their kindness, not make them suffer for it.

From that day, the boys began to notice a change in you. Slowly, you had begun opening yourself more to them again. Most of them had reacted with shock and disbelief when you had let your fingers gently, by so called accident, graze against theirs. It was as if they were holding their breaths, squaring themselves for the blow that your fright would bring them, but that moment never came. Instead they wondered if their eyes had betrayed them, or if you had actually blushed softly after it.

Seonghwa had been rather taken aback when you had taken the initiative in a spur of a moment, insisting on pouring the tea for him. Since he was the expert on tea, he had always been the one to serve you. It was an oddly endearing sensation to him, though he tried his best not to make any assumptions. After all, it might just have been an insignificant gesture in your mind. Shortly after though, his hopes promptly grew further.

He had been admiring how you had laughed softly "I am sorry I cannot pour the tea as properly and elegantly as you do Seonghwa" your eyes met his, and your compliment made his heart flutter. You wondered if you had caught the man off guard, if that was even possible for men like him, before Seonghwa finally smiled and replied.

"Don't worry about that my dove, having you pouring tea for me like this already does me a great honour." Your heart fluttered unexpectedly at his new pet name for you, as you had to admit you kind of liked it.

"Then perhaps," You hesitated, suddenly feeling shy under his heady gaze "would you teach me art of tea?"

"I would love nothing more." Seonghwa was captivated by you, he realised, in a different way than ever before. You, neither he, were sure what he was truly talking about, the tea or you.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, nothing makes me happier than to interact with you guys, so please don’t hesitate to pop anything into the comments! Lots of love <3 Reblogs are very berry welcome too~ <3

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Next chapter (part 9)

#ateez #x reader #mafia #au #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #darkfic #gang #yandere #hostage #stockholm syndrome

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hermanoga · 7 days ago

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How precious is it to be with trustworthy partners...

...in our life.

I know that anyone with basic media literacy will know. The ardency is his tone, the cinematography - and also what he says. He is not even talking about basketball at all. He could have said 'How precious is it to be with trustworthy partners...in the basketball team', but his choice to deliberately replace that with 'our life' is something that should not be ignored. If Cheng Xiaoshi were an AFAB person, people would have been shipping them as romantic couples without an inch of doubt. Link Click is not your typical shounen anime with action scenes for adrenaline rush, it's a Chinese donghua and in the heart of link click lies human suffering, human bondings and human emotions. It is a very queer and feminist show.

I don't think I need to give 'proof' of lu guang being queer. I have the link of this interesting thread on twitter titled " Why is denying shiguang to be implied homophobic" (I love it), pasting it below

I want to share a few theories of my own in this regard.

First, how Cheng Xiaoshi's queerness is beautifully portrayed through his diving experiences.

I would argue that even without taking into account his relationship with lu guang, Cheng Xiaoshi is queer. Here is how :

During my first watch, I was very tense about the plot for obvious reasons and didn't dive deeper. One day it suddenly struck me that Cheng Xiaoshi, the empath, is literally inhabiting the bodies of the clients. I know he has done it multiple times before, but every time he inhabits the bodies of female clients, he is surprisingly perceptive. Is it just some sci-fi element to make the plot more interesting? Not really, I think. There is no discordance between his masculinity and the acquired femininity. He seems to be like those dudebros who like playing mobile games all the time, but when it comes to feeling emotions... I feel that is not just healthy masculinity. He is by far the only character who has also experienced violence against women so closely; Emma's discomfort at her boss's attempted harassment, Xu Shanshan's vulnerability of being the victim of stalking and potential murder, Li Tianxi's helplessness while witnessing domestic violence, Emma's helplessness while being strangled by that psycho - he experiences the quintessential female experiences in patriarchal society from such closeness that men typically cannot. His consciousness seems to float in this beautiful liminality, and his reactions to various events tend to be more on the feminine side.

I have another theory...hold on *rummages through the magic bag of theories*...yeah, got it! Here you go~

I think, contrary to popular opinion, Cheng Xiaoshi is not oblivious at all and probably he was the first one to fall in love in the first timeline (before all the mayhem started). I will refer to the basketball confession scene again. It feels like their first meeting but also very suspicious. Lu Guang seems to have no clue but Cheng Xiaoshi, right after saying 'hey new boy, will you join our team?' passes a loaded line like that. So many new theories threaten to erupt; was it Cheng Xiaoshi who saved Lu Guang in a previous timeline? who knows. Lu Guang might be a genius manipulator of timelines but I would also say to Cheng Xiaoshi that "you ain't just a tool".

I know that Cheng Xiaoshi kept his head cool and all after being aware of Lu Guang's (fake) death but would he be able to contain that same resolution if he witnessed lu guang's dead body for real? mhmm...

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fyrepowa · 4 months ago

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mak / kai. she/they. 18+. est. independent BILLY KID from zenless zone zero. selective & activity will vary. feel free to send any questions, ims are open, and discord is available to mutuals!

MAINS WITH: ark / statixs , yuri / hharez , boss / bangbood

rules under cut.

hi! i’m mak / kai, 21+, and my pronouns are she/they. this blog varies in activity ( in addition to other blogs ) so please do not rush me for replies. i am slow, i know this and i'll respect your time and activity so please respect mine. thank you very much. also it needn't be said but i'd rather not be involved in drama, and if you're anything ending in -phobic, please steer away.

triggering and heavy subjects may appear on this blog. all triggering topics will be tagged as “trigger tw.” if you would like me to tag a topic or a certain fandom for you, don’t be afraid to ask.

i don’t mind pre-established relationships as long as they aren’t too drastic. any serious friendships/relationships must be discussed beforehand if your muse and mine haven’t met in canon before.

i do not own any media / characters here and any graphics that are here are entirely my own unless stated otherwise.

pretty much the basics of roleplay. please do not godmod my muses ( unless discussed beforehand) and major things such as serious injuries, events, or death should be talked about first. I also ask that you please respect my portrayals and I’m open to just about any type of writing: one-liners, multi-para, and novella are all fair game, although i tend to write too much, so shorter threads may end up longer.

thank you for reading my rules, and once again, i’m super open to most and a fairly easygoing roleplayer. don’t feel afraid to approach me, as my inbox and ims are always open, and mutuals are welcome to ask for my discord.

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reidology · 3 years ago

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Dying in a bathtub - Hotchreid

Summary: Hotch gets nightmares and hides in the tub, so Spencer makes it comfy for him <3

Word count: 4.4k

Content warning: discussion and description of nightmares, smut, brief description of physical abuse, light angst, quite fluffy, happy ending <3

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The first time it happened Spencer woke up shivering, the cold of a missing body beside him seeped through the sheets chilled his bones. He braved a lazy glance to his bedside, squinting to see the alarm clock blinking big and aggressive red numbers. 05:25. Aaron must have gone out for a morning run, something Spencer never understood. In fact, his reasoning of ‘why run, when sleep?’ whenever Aaron attempted to get him to join always earned him an affectionate eye roll and kiss on the cheek, so why would he ever give that up? No promise of endless coffee can get Spencer Reid to wake up before 7am, much less for exercise.

Reluctantly the sleepy man made his way to the bathroom, knowing he might as well shower and get ready for work now, there’s no way he could get back to sleep without his human furnace of a boyfriend covering him completely. Only, through his grogginess he failed to notice the boyfriend-shaped body softly snoring in the tub.

So he padded over to the semi-closed shower curtain and blearily reached in to turn the water on for it to heat up while he got ready.

Almost as soon as the water turned on, a high-pitched shriek assaulted the young agent’s eardrums. Spencer did what, in his opinion, any caught-off-guard fully trained FBI agent would do— he squealed in shock and fell back on his ass. A moment later the shower curtain pulled back, revealing a very irritated -and very wet- Aaron Hotchner.

“Babe what the fuck,” the older man whined, wringing out his shirt and turning the freezing water off, “I was sleeping!”

“Oh this is my fault?!”

“Yes! Couldn’t you see me?!”

“I just woke up!”

“Me too!” Aaron pointed to his wet shirt as if to say you have no excuse for this.

Spencer let out a frustrated sigh and pushed himself up from the floor. Somehow he upset his boyfriend, he guesses apologies are on the table. He carefully stepped into the bathtub to face his dripping boyfriend and wrapped his arms around the soaking man’s neck, “I’m sorry,” he pouted quite prettily, “But honey, why were you sleeping in the tub?”

“I didn’t sleep in the tub. I went to sleep in our bed, then you woke me up in the tub.” Aaron grumbled.

Spencer thought Aaron looked positively insane. His eyes focused on the older man’s pupils as his hands checked for a fever.

“Do you have a concussion?” He couldn’t help but fret about the man who is usually so well put together. He was obviously in distress though what kind of distress completely eluded the dry man. Aaron waved Spencer’s worried hands away from his face, “No. Spence, I’m telling you, I didn’t sleep in the bathtub.”

“Then how did you get here?”

Aaron shrugged and swatted Spencer’s nosy hands away that were trying to inspect the grumpy man for any injuries, “Who knows? Let’s get some breakfast.” He calmly stepped out of the tub and headed out, leaving Spencer confused (for once).

“... But it’s 5 am.”

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Two nights later, it happened again. But this time Spencer awoke to the sound of sobbing. His heart just about broke in two at the sight of Aaron curled in on himself in the porcelain tub, shaking and covered in sweat.

The Unit Chief used to have terrors most nights. After Foyet, all of life’s problems seemed to unravel in his dreams. The sounds and images were so vivid that upon waking up he believed he had done what he’d dreamed. That he’d hurt his family or that Foyet had come back to finish the job.

During hard cases, Aaron would forgo sleep completely, knowing his mind would only haunt him with terror beyond his conscious capabilities. It left him exhausted and agitated for the rest of the investigation. The team and LEOs got frustrated but none had the guts to confront him, except for one young agent who took special notice of his boss.

So Spencer stepped in, and after weeks of getting closer and learning more about each other than they had in the past five years of working together, Aaron digressed and accepted the help that was offered. The following three months ensued so smoothly, the therapy was helping and Aaron couldn’t believe he was sleeping full nights again. He knew it was all thanks to Spencer, who had taken up a very special place in his heart. Aaron knew that Spencer would always be there when he woke up, like an anchor. Something real to hold on to and keep him in place.

It had been a while since Aaron had such a bad episode, luckily Spencer knew just what to do and jumped right into action. Without missing a beat, the younger man climbed into the tub and sat by Aaron’s head, taking hold of one of his white-knuckled fists and gently coaxing it open by rubbing his thumbs from the palm to the back of the hand. Constant pressure, soothing, real. With one hand he threaded his fingers through the brunette’s damp hair, stroking softly at his scalp, willing his nightmare mind to latch onto the familiar touch.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.” He murmured sweetly like a mantra.

Eventually Aaron’s panicked sobs dissolved into pained whimpers, his body lost some of its tension, allowing for Spencer to gently lift his boyfriend’s head into his lap and off the hard floor of the tub. The whimpers died down to light trembles and Spencer shushed him comfortingly, continuing to sooth him with gentle strokes to his head. Slowly Aaron’s eyes opened and Spencer felt the moment panic set in. The taller man’s breathing quickened and tension returned to his body, frozen in fear. God, Spencer should have turned the lights on.

“It’s just me, darling. You’re home, Aaron. This is home. You’re safe.”

Aaron trembled more, his eyes glazed over as if reliving the nightmare, “Shhh you’re safe.”

Spencer placed a feathery kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead that seemed to anchor him immediately. Tentatively, Aaron looked up at his rescuer, relieved to be in his lover's arms and away from the nightmare universe that had felt so real. He burrowed further into Spencer’s lap, wrapped his shaking arms around his boyfriend’s steady hips. He tried to focus on Spencer’s heartbeat in an attempt to regulate his own. Spencer was warm, Spencer was safe. Always safe.

“Foyet?” Spencer asked cautiously, breath fanning over the older’s forehead. Aaron stilled at the name then nodded. The younger man knows that Aaron needs to talk about it immediately, even if it’s terrifying. It allows him to discern dreams from reality, so that the events and sensations of the night terror don’t ingrain themselves into the man’s memories of reality .

“... and Scratch,” Aaron gulped, “They had Jack. I couldn’t... I didn’t know what was real. Couldn’t tell if it was really Jack. He made me hurt him. Oh god, Spence… I hurt him.” Sobs wracked the pained man’s body once again, unable to forget the horror of the dream. Spencer rocked them back and forth.

“Shh… Jack is fine, he’s at Jess’s. You would never hurt him, Aaron.”

Aaron was spent, he couldn’t muster up the energy to talk. He fell asleep once more in his partner’s comforting hold.

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The next morning they woke up with aching muscles from being in the bathtub for so long. Spencer couldn’t help but be worried about his boyfriend. There was definitely something going on, and though he respected Aaron’s privacy immensely, he was afraid of the older man getting into a dangerous situation. Was he sleepwalking to the bathroom? What if he tripped and hit his head on the edge of the tub? But most importantly, why were Aaron’s nightmares leading him to the bathtub?

Spencer nuzzled Aaron’s neck in an effort to wake him up a bit more. “Darling, we need to talk about this.” The worry in Spencer’s voice was audible and prompted Aaron to sit up and sigh deeply. He didn’t think this part of his life would ever come back up to the surface, he’d avoided thinking about it for decades and he didn’t know what triggered the habit to resurface. But now it’s affected Spencer, and he knew he couldn’t keep the love of his life in the dark, but some things were so hard to talk about.

Aaron found himself panicking again, flashes of Foyet and his father clouding his mind once more. Images of Sean taking cover in Aaron’s arms while their father pounds on the bathroom door-

“I know. I-” He was cut off with the sweetest kiss.

“You can take your time sweetheart. No rush.”

Even at this stage in their relationship, Aaron wasn’t used to being treated so well. The kindness that naturally radiated off his boyfriend was enough to make his insides melt, the understanding words never ceased to choke him up. But he knew Spencer would be there to put him back together once he gave him all his pieces. He buried his face in the younger’s neck, breathing in the scent of his shampoo, relaxing into his hold. Spencer wrapped his arms around Aaron’s lean form, offering a safe space. Aaron had never been this vulnerable with anyone before his relationship with Spencer.

After a moment of just holding each other, Aaron’s breathing mellowed out and his voice cracked as he explained everything.

“After Sean was born, my dad started drinking. He’d always been somewhat aggressive, scary even. He- he’d get angry and take it out on my mom… and if she wasn’t there... But when he started drinking it got a thousand times worse. I vowed to myself to protect Sean at all costs, I promised him I would never let our dad get to him. So I took the brunt of it when he was sober. But when he was drunk… he would chase us, try to get to Sean specifically. He was just a little kid 5 or 6, I was 15. He would scour the house to find Sean so I took him and locked us in the only room in the house with a lock… the bathroom. I’d carry Sean in my arms and make a run for it. I blocked off the door with a cabinet and we sat in the tub until he passed out.. My dad couldn’t get in but he would pound on the door so loudly, his voice was so angry-”

Aaron inhaled hard, the grip on the back of Spencer’s shirt tightened and his breathing shallowed. Spencer continued rubbing soothing circles on his back, allowing Aaron to take his time.

“The bathtub was the only safe space for Sean and I. We spent whole nights in there, waiting for my dad to pass out. Sometimes we’d tell stories, play games, but other times we cried and I covered his ears with my hands, not wanting him to hear the horrible things our dad was saying. This went on until I went to college, I tried to take Sean with me but my mother wouldn’t allow it. My dad died a year later, when Sean was 9.

“I- because of that, if any of us had nightmares we’d go into the bathroom and sleep in the tub, because no one could get to us in there.”

Aaron swallowed thickly and timidly looked up to the honey-haired man. Had he sounded pathetic?

But Spencer cupped his cheek once again and kissed him lovingly.

“Thank you for telling me. You’re the strongest person I know, Aaron. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that.”

Aaron’s heart skipped a beat, warmth spreading through his chest. He swallowed down all his uncertainties and let Spencer in, he was proud of himself. Both of them yawned in succession, still exhausted from last night and uncomfortable from sleeping in the bathtub.

With a cheeky grin the younger man announced, “Let’s go to bed, I’ll get us the day off.” Aaron was so grateful.

While he called in sick, Spencer had an idea, and he knew just who to call.

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“Boy Wonder! How wonderful to hear from you on this frabjous day! We miss you and the Bossman dearly. We are definitely… working. Work is happening, and we’re doing it, and it’s getting done. You can trust me on that. Definitely no piñatas in the break room, where would we even find one on such short notice? Emily doesn’t even know where to get balloons! Anyway, what magical service may I bestow upon thee today, my little lord?”

Spencer bit back a chuckle, “Hi Penelope. Listen I need some advice on… interior decorating-”

Immediately, he got cut off by a squeal, “I’m on my way!”

“No! Garcia- after work-”

The line goes flat.

“Dammit. I should’ve just texted JJ.”

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Despite her best efforts, the rest of the team did not let Penelope leave the BAU for a ‘design emergency’. Fortunately for Spencer, that gave him some time to plan what he wanted to do while cooking lunch for his sleeping beauty.

After a full meal of soup and grilled cheese, Hotch retreated to the living room hoping to watch some History Channel with Spencer. They love watching the conspiracy shows together and debunking the awful propositions. Though Hotch learned quite surprisingly that Spencer is very open to the idea of aliens on Earth. However, he has a suspicion that that’s mostly wishful thinking on the part of Spencer's inner child. Nevertheless, it’s adorable and Hotch was excited for it, and waiting patiently for Spencer to finish cleaning himself up.

Before he could question what was taking so long, their doorbell rang a sweet lullabye sound (they had to change it from the awful buzzing that it was- it was too overwhelming for Spencer). Not expecting any company, Hotch was puzzled as to who could be at their door.

“Who is it?” He spoke through the intercom.

“Bossman! Sorry to hear about your incurable case of Work Sickness! If you could let me up, I brought you some warm soup!-”

Spencer bounded through the foyer from the bedroom, practically hopping over furniture and knocking down a flower arrangement, “I got it! I got it!” he heaved frantically.

“Babe, what’s Garcia doing in front of our building on a weekday?”

“Nothing Aar don’t worry about it, Penelope and I are just going out for lunch, see you later!”

Spencer grabbed his satchel and was out the door.

“But- Spencer you just had lunch!” The curly haired man was already running down the steps, “Bye!”

It was Hotch’s turn to be left alone and confused.

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In Penelope’s car, Spencer explained his idea to Penelope, without going saying too much about Hotch’s nightmares. In true Penelope fashion, the bubbly bits-and-bobs connoisseur knew the perfect place to get what Spencer needed. Penelope dragged Spencer around the independently-owned home goods boutique like a lost puppy for about two hours. She ended up with more bags for herself and Sergio than what Spencer needed.

A few texts and one missed call from Hotch wondering what the hell was taking Spencer so long prompted them to leave. Spencer thanked Penelope in front of their apartment and air kissed her goodbye, promising to show up at girl’s night next week..

Spencer walks into the foyer as quietly as possible and hides the bags behind the living room’s entertainment center.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah! I’m home!”

Aaron walked out of their bedroom with a soft smile. His round glasses were on, meaning he’s been reading… or looking at case files.

“Are you going through the case?” Spencer scolded.

The bespectacled man didn’t waver. “There’s something the victim’s parents said that doesn’t add up, they said that every Thursday Mandy went to soccer practice after school and swim practice in the next town over in the evenings. She takes the bus so if the unsub was stalking her he’d either have to take the same bus and risk getting caught or have a car- which goes against our age profile- so that would mean there’s someone driving him. Spencer, there are TWO unsu-” He was cut off by being pulled into a kiss. He hummed into it and wrapped his arms around Spencer’s slender waist, pulling them closer together. When they pulled apart Spencer whispered “Two unsubs. The team knows, they’re working on it. You-” he tapped his finger on the older’s chin for emphasis, “need to relax today.”

The resulting pretty pout was swiftly kissed away. None of that now.

“But I don’t know how to relax. I’m Aaron Hotchner, stoic as a statue, stern glare extraordinaire, Mr. Emotionless…”

Spencer rolled his eyes and trailed his hands down Aaron’s hard chest, “I know how to make you relax…” The other man grinned “Oh is that right?” Spencer smirked and led his boyfriend to the couch.

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That night when Aaron was gone to bed, Spencer quietly retrieved the bags from behind the TV and set his plan in motion.

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He’s trembling. And he can’t recognize his own thoughts, he can’t think straight, all he can see is his son- and Haley with terror written all over their faces.

He barely registers the sound of Jack’s wailing because, as if from right behind his ear, he hears a voice that he interprets as his own thought ‘shoot him’.

‘What?’

‘Pull the trigger’

He looks back up to his sobbing, terrified son, and without hesitation- click- BOOM-

Aaron bolted up from the bed, gasping for breath. His eyes darted around the dark. Jack? Where is he- Jack ohmygod-

His vision landed on Spencer’s sleeping form, breathing shallowly and folded into himself like a pretzel, sleeping soundly like an angel. Spencer. Real. Safe. He took a deep breath to regulate his heart. In for 4, hold, out for 6, repeat. This was exhausting.

Groggily, Aaron slipped out from under the covers and headed to the bathroom to get a drink of water and maybe splash his face a little. He thought of getting into the bathtub for the comfort he desperately needed right now, but he’d be embarrassed if Spencer found him in there again. Who does that? But nothing could have prepared Aaron for the sight before him when he opened the door.

Lights. Yellow, green, purple electric lights on strings, illuminating the room in a beautiful calming glow. They were suspended from the curtain rod of the bathtub, taped to the walls. Gorgeously scented candles perched on the sink, some on the ground, a few tea lights lining the edge of the tub. It smelled glorious and comforting and Aaron couldn’t tell what it was. Pine? Sandalwood? Campfire?

The most breath-taking part was the inside of the bathtub. Patterned sheets hung from the walls and draped over to form a delicate roof. Fluffy pillows perfectly laid out to coat every inch of the porcelain interior, and soft blankets piled on top for added comfort. Lights lined the inside of the sheet tent as well, it looked fantastical. Like something out of a book.

Aaron was floored, to say the least. Was this what Spencer had been doing today? He was flooded by a new emotion, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Spencer had done all of this for him? To make him feel safe?

He was still standing just barely in the room, taking everything in and getting emotional when he heard soft footsteps behind him and felt Spencer’s long arms slink around his waist. A chin hooked over his shoulder and a kiss was pressed to his neck.

“Are you alright? Did you have a nightmare?”

Aaron nodded, “You did all this… for me?” A tinge of awe decorated his voice.

“Yeah,” his boyfriend whispered back, “So you don’t hurt yourself when you sleep in here.”

Aaron felt stupid for ever thinking his wonderful, thoughtful boyfriend would ever feel embarrassed by him. Of course Spencer took everything he admitted seriously, of course Spencer cared about what he’s been through, Spencer cares… that's what he’s been feeling. Taken care of. Important. For once in his life, he feels like he’s allowed to let himself be loved.

The stunned man seemed to be frozen in place, not knowing how to respond. His mind was overwhelmed with love for his boyfriend. Spencer pulled away and grabbed the older’s hands, Aaron let himself be led to the makeshift fort.

They climbed in together, careful not to knock over any of the burning candles. Spencer settled on one end of the tub and pulled Aaron into him before he could even think of not cuddling with him. He made space with his legs for his boyfriend to settle between, chest pressed to back, arms wrapped around his love. Safe, warm, and comfortable in a sea of cushions like twin yolks in a shell.

Laying here, in his lover's arms, surrounded by low tranquil lights, and the gentle rise and fall of Spencer’s chest, Aaron felt as serene as he’d ever been. Spencer slid warm hands under Aaron’s shirt, bringing one up to rest cozily on his heart. Aaron turned his head and nuzzled further into Spencer’s neck, feeling the familiar tingle of the man’s touch and murmured a low hum of approval.

Spencer’s other hand, that wasn’t on Aaron’s heart, was used to tip the taller man’s chin up to look at him.

“I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind,” he cooed, “sometimes it’s impossible to take yourself out of that world. But in our home, Aaron, I want you to feel safe and protected at all times. I want you to be vulnerable and unashamed. You’re free to be everything you are in here, and I hope that you feel you can be everything you are with me, too.”

Aaron lost himself in his partner’s deep gaze, glorious hazel eyes boring into him. Completely enamored by the words spoken to him, all he could do was nod and lick his lips, trying to regulate his heart rate for a completely different reason now. Spencer had never been so… authoritative before and his sincere but stern tone sent thrilling sparks down his spine. A blush rose up his neck.

Spencer tracked the slow movement of Aaron’s tongue sliding over his bottom lip, and didn’t fight the impulse to drag his thumb over it. “You’re always safe with me.” He barely whispered before angling his head down to catch those lips in a languid kiss. Aaron sighed into it, waiting a little while before pushing himself up to fix their awkward angle. He positioned them so that Spencer was laid down flat on his back, allowing Aaron to lay between his legs once more, chest to chest. They tangled themselves in each other, lips colliding again like a match to a box, igniting a fire in the both of them.

Both were still tired from waking up in the middle of the night, but the desire coursing through their bodies was a more pressing matter. Spencer lifted his hands to frame his lover’s neck and wrapped his legs loosely around his waist, inviting Aaron to grind down onto him, both already half hard from the anticipation. Spencer groaned into Aaron’s mouth. A sound that went right to Aaron’s dick.

They explored each other’s bodies with a youthful novelty, eager to feel more skin. Never once pulling their lips apart. Aaron slipped his hands under Spencer’s shirt and shoved it up under his arms, digging his fingers into those delicious hips. Finally he broke away from the kiss to pepper the younger’s face with sweet ones. Aaron’s heart grew three sizes at Spencer’s soft giggles and let out a low laugh of his own. How ridiculous were they, making out like teenagers in a bathtub fort? Neither much cared to answer that question though, because the impatient genius bucked his hips up to meet his boyfriend’s, who was still in his boxers, let’s get those off.

Spencer eagerly reached for Aaron’s underwear and palmed at his bulge just until he heard that impatient sound from him. He pulled the man’s cock out now fully hard and dripping with precum. A groan escaped the both of them at the sight and sensation. They wasted no time in getting Spencer out of his nerdy physics flannel pajama pants, and grinded their dicks together. Lighting sparked right through the both of them, Aaron balanced himself on one arm near Spencer’s head and took both of their lengths into his right hand.

The rub of their slick cocks together was spectacular as Aaron kept a slow and steady pace, making sure to draw out all the best sounds he knew Spencer could make by nipping at his neck, where he knew the younger man was ticklish. Spencer whined at the excruciating pace, turning into a desperate whimpering mess. Making Spencer wait was so fun.

Spencer’s hands find grip in Aaron’s short hair, keeping him close, feeling the pull of Aaron's big hand on his dick and grinding up to meet him. It’s intoxicating bliss, being taken over the edge by the man he loves.

Their worlds minimized to just the slide of their cocks and the lips on their skin. The whimpering man felt the familiar build up in his abdomen, moaning freely now as he chased his orgasm, guiding Aaron’s hand with his own to feel his touch everywhere.

“Yeah baby,” Aaron encouraged, his own orgasm coming on quickly, “Cum for me baby.”

Spencer sputtered his release over both of their hands and stomachs, momentarily suspended in the intense bliss of his orgasm. He laid there spent, feeling like putty in Aaron’s hands, and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. He took his lover’s cock in hand and pumped him quickly, thumbing the head of his dick on each upstroke. Aaron came with a groan and a shudder, his arms gave out. They laid there catching their breaths for a while, ignoring the drying stickiness between them and tracing slow patterns on each other’s skin. They were so lucky to have each other.

“How are we going to shower now?” Aaron looked up and pouted.

“There’s a perfectly good sink just 5 feet away.” They laughed, Aaron pulled a blanket over them.

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skopostheorie · 3 years ago

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Fuck it. Masterpost of all the Cond and Grooves foil things I've noticed

LEVELS

Both sets of levels are indeed inversions of one another (wherein MOTOE is matched with Picture Perfect and Train Rush is matched with TBP)

Both pairs have similar baselines or motifs;

Train Rush and TBP are both in 2/4 and employ the "alternating baseline" to emphasise the marching imagery, but alternate in opposite directions, as Train Rush goes lower whereas TBP goes higher (Train Rush C/G/C/G/D/D/G/G for example)

You'll notice that they are fundamentally different; Cond requires you rush to the finish as soon as possible whereas Grooves warns you that you cannot speed up the march.

However, they share similar characteristics where cause and effect are concerned. Both involve Hat Kid being the individual who triggers explosives, which are required to make the film progress

Tick Tock (MOTOE) and Picture Perfect both employ a gliss within the songs (but musical similarities actually end there, really)

Picture Perfect involves bringing as much attention to yourself as possible, whereas MOTOE requires that you do the opposite. Both involve pictures in some capacity

- This generally mirrors the directors' respective attitudes towards Hat

The murder phone interrupting Hat's progression vs "you called, darling?" which is desired and helps Hat achieve her goal

You must save a dog in both levels to receive points (which are in fact the same dog)

It is worth noting a key point of difference here; Grooves seems to revere the act of performing for the cameras as in and of itself a part of the enjoyment in filmmaking, whereas Cond tends to avoid telling Hat it's a film until the last second, if at all.

- Moreover, the actors involved in Grooves' films are devoted and loyal participants in the industry (Moon Penguin fanclub members) whereas Conductor tends to rope in owls that are on set for reasons unrelated to film and are generally unwilling participants therein.

This falls under "Boss" in a way but this very fact is reflected in how the two act in Act 6 (BEFORE the fight itself). Conductor's role as someone who must perform as though the events were genuine (as they are setups for a film, of which many of the actors are unaware) is reflected in how much more convincing he is when giving Hat her "final time piece". It is very easy to believe he sees no value in it and deems it insignificant, rather than trying to use a fake in order to fend her off.

- Meanwhile, Grooves draws unneeded attention to the idea that more may well be coming, as when he asks "were you expecting anything crazy?", it sets off alarm bells in the player's head. In this way, it is evident Grooves tends to act in his films as a bona fide personality, rather than a character.

This is all to say they share common threads, or bases, throughout their films, but their approach is fundamentally different to such an extent that their films, and indeed their very identities, become complete opposites.

BOSS

IDK if you can really call it parallels because it's just to save writing time (I'd assume) but their lines in Battle of Award 42 are all but exactly the same.

In this sense their egotistical obsession with winning is in fact the exact same for both. That which drives them to produce their best work (their childhood Big Dreams) and do their most reprehensible (a misplaced sentiment of systematic injustice, which is directly the fault of the other, toward losses)

Regardless of who one picks as the winner, the boss fight generally requires them emulating the other in some way.

- Cond must make use of Grooves' disco balls, marching band line

- Grooves must utilise knives (including allusion to the fact that it's not a rubber one), Train Rush's bomb, and Cond's incessant mocking and giddiness towards the notion of death (additionally, darling as a term begins to mean "peck neck" far more than, well, darling)

#Yeah

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prentissinred · 3 years ago

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Life in Pink

Rated T (mild suggestive content) Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss Word Count: 2.5k AO3

Hi friends! Guess what? This past weekend marked one year since I posted my first story! How crazy is that?!

I’m so utterly grateful to this community for being such a bright spot in a difficult year. To everyone who’s taken the time to read something I’ve written, thank you for being so kind and supportive. It means more to me than I can express in words. To the brilliant, lovely, talented people I now get to call my friends, I love you all so very much.

To commemorate the occasion, I wrote a little something. This is set in the world of The Wonder of You, which was the first story I’ve ever written – but you don't need to have read that to understand this :)

I hope you like it <3

“I mean it, JJ. Whatever happens, do not call us.”

“Yes, Emily. For the hundredth time, I promise not to call you.”

Aaron slipped his free hand into his wife’s and squeezed. “Sweetheart, it’ll be fine. Strauss knows we’re away, and our backlog is miraculously clear. We’ll be okay.”

He returned to packing up his things on his desk while Emily huffed and quietly muttered something unflattering about their superior under her breath. JJ chuckled and embraced her friend. “Go. Have a fabulous time and make us all incredibly jealous. We’ll see you in a week.”

After another round of goodbyes and poorly-veiled suggestive comments from Morgan and Dave, Aaron and Emily were in their car and on their way to Dulles, suitcases already packed and in the trunk.

It had been her idea. A holiday in Greece to commemorate their first wedding anniversary. There hadn’t been time to plan a honeymoon, their wedding in Dave’s backyard coming together with relative expediency. They had spent the weekend after the ceremony in a hotel, indulging in champagne and room service for 48 hours before returning to work the following Monday.

Neither of them thought much of it after that, swept up in both work and newlywed life. They moved into a new home, a classic Colonial in Arlington with extra bedrooms and a white wrap-around porch, and adopted a dog at Jack’s insistence.

And before either of them had realized it, it had been a year. Aaron had remembered the upcoming date over Saturday breakfast as he cut bacon into little pieces for Jack, which were then promptly fed to Boo who waited patiently under the table next to Jack’s chair. Emily and Aaron shared a look of bemused surprise as they came to the realization that neither of them had planned anything to celebrate the occasion.

“We could take a trip,” Emily suggested casually. “We haven’t been away before, just the two of us.”

He’d been doubtful at first, unsure if they could really manage to get the time away with such short notice. But it was clear how enthused Emily was by the prospect, though she hid it well under masked nonchalance. Though she always insisted she was more than happy to spend her time at home, appreciative of the roots they had cultivated after all the travel and displacement of her past, Aaron knew there was still a part of her that missed that heady thrill of exploring an unfamiliar place for the first time. And truthfully, he could think of little else that he would enjoy more than having his wife all to himself for a few days.

So they settled on Greece, a place new to them both, and, with some luck, managed to clear a full week on both of their calendars.

They had nearly reached the parking lot at Dulles — having already checked in with Jessica, Jack and Boo over the phone — when Emily’s phone pinged with a text message from JJ, “I’m so sorry.”

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath.

Before Aaron could question her, his phone rang, Chief Strauss’s number on the front screen. Panic flashed across both their faces before he reluctantly answered. Emily could hear brief snippets of the conversation as the pit in her stomach steadily widened.

“...apologize...New York...fourth suicide bomber in three weeks...escalating...need everyone…”

Once he hung up the phone, Aaron took the next exit off the highway, pulling up to the curb once it was safe to do so. They both sat in silence for an extended minute, disappointment heavy in the air. Finally, Emily attempted to break the tension, “Aren’t you glad I convinced you to get the refundable tickets?”

Aaron let out a weak, sad chuckle and leaned over the center console to kiss her, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” before starting the car up again to head to the airstrip.

When they walked onto the plane, the team was uncharacteristically silent, looking on at their boss and colleague with poorly concealed apology, as though they were personally at fault for this unfortunate turn of events.

It took five days for the case to come to an end, the team finding the next bomber with minutes to spare, leading them to the ringleader of the group orchestrating the attacks. The date of their anniversary came and went, with nothing to mark the day except a quickie in the shower before they left their shared room. Objectively, both Aaron and Emily knew they had made the right decision, compulsory or not. Lives were saved, and the team functioned at their best when they were a complete set.

Still, while Aaron wrapped things up at the precinct after sending Emily back to the hotel, he couldn’t help but feel sorry that the first year of his marriage had passed in such a benign manner. As he drove back to the hotel, watching people shuffle and hustle about their weekend, an inkling of a plan formed and he picked up the phone to call JJ.

He found Emily in their room, her back turned to him as she hunched over the bed in the final stages of packing. He leaned against the wall, taking a moment to admire her before asking, "What are you doing, sweetheart?"

She jumped a little, the close of the door too quiet for her to hear him walk in, then raised a brow at him. "Packing? Don't we have to be at the airport in an hour?"

"Change of plans." Aaron sauntered up to his wife, pulling her in by the waist so he could kiss her. "We're leaving tomorrow."

“Since when?”

"Since I decided that you and I deserve a night to ourselves." He chuckled softly at her confused expression, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ears. "I'm sorry we couldn't get our time away. I thought we could spend the night out here instead. Celebrate the best year of my life with my beautiful wife."

She softened in his arms, molding herself to him as she pushed up on her toes and threaded her hands in his hair, kissing him breathless. “What about everyone else?” she asked, mouthing along his jaw, nosing the length of his neck.

The blood promptly rushed south from his head, a familiar occurrence anytime Emily’s hands ran over him as they were doing now. He swallowed, breathing in deeply to ensure he retained some semblance of control. "I told them to leave tonight; we could fly on our own tomorrow. But they offered to stay the night.”

She laughed against his throat, hot and ticklish on his skin, feeling almost giddy by this unforeseen development, “Okay then.” The hands on her hips tightened as she began kissing down to his chest, and she grinned up at him, lightly palming the front of his black slacks. “Are you sure you want to go out? We could just lock ourselves in here for the night.”

He narrowed his eyes, playfully pinching her cheek, “Cheeky, Mrs. Hotchner. But I have a plan and, tempting as you are, you will not sway me from it.” Knowing her go-bag always contained a nicer dress in case their work called for it, he added, “Now, get dressed,” swatting her ass lightly for good measure.

“Aaron, it’s Saturday night in New York City. You realize we’re not getting in anywhere halfway decent,” Emily pointed out while she unbuttoned her blouse.

“Ye of little faith, my dear wife. I told you, I have a plan.” Aaron also rid himself of his jacket and tie, replacing his shirt with a fresh white button-down and rolling up the sleeves. He went to clean himself up in the bathroom, and when he returned, he found his magnificent wife attempting to zip up a one-shoulder red dress. The same dress he’d slid off her shoulders in his bedroom after dinner on their first date. “Is that…”

"Would you believe I didn't plan this?" she grinned, turning her back to him. "Help me?"

Instead of doing as she asked, Aaron nudged the zipper, skating a knuckle up the length of her bare back and planting a kiss at the top of her spine.

“Aaron..." she breathed, tilting her head back against his, "if you don't cut that out, we're not leaving this room." He groaned into her neck, reluctantly admitting she was right, finally zipping her up and smoothing her hair back over her shoulder.

When they emerged outside their hotel ten minutes later onto the bustling streets of Midtown Manhattan, they walked the few blocks to Grand Central Station, just barely catching the subway headed downtown. Despite her initial doubts, Emily’s smile hadn’t left her, cheeks flushed with excitement.

Aaron led her by hand out of the subway when they reached their destination, climbing the stairs onto the southwest corner of Washington Square Park. The air was hot and muggy, New York in August, even as the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon. Music filtered through from the park, mixing with the din of the crowds enjoying the first stage of their evening.

“Do I get to know what we’re doing now?”

“Not yet. Come on, this way.”

They crossed the street, turned the corner, and Aaron finally stopped outside a red awning.

“Pizza?” Emily looked up at him, eyes wide with surprise as she took in the pizzeria.

“Or hot dogs, or Indian, or Greek, Italian, Vietnamese...We can go anywhere you want in the world in the next 10 blocks.”

She beamed up at him, catching onto his plan, and her grin was infectious. “Can we do them all?”

He laughed, “Lead the way.”

They started with pizza at Joe’s — a pepperoni slice for him and a Sicilian slice for her. Then a stuffed pita filled to the brim with fresh falafel, tomatoes, and hummus. A chicken tikka kati roll. And finally a shared plate of chicken and rice drizzled in white sauce from the halal food cart next to the park.

Their hands never strayed far from the other, the blissful anonymity of the city prompting more affectionate displays from both of them. Aaron stood behind her, hands on her hips or around her waist, as they waited in line. Emily ran her fingers through his hair as they sat on barstools, so smushed together from the crowd that she was practically sitting in his lap. They stood on the sidewalk waiting for their food to be prepared, their arms wrapped around each other and their lips moving together in languid kisses as if they had all the time in the world. To any stranger who could be bothered to look their way, they looked like any other couple smitten and blissfully in love, hiding every scar, hurdle, and hardship they had overcome to reach this point. Two figures floating amongst a sea of millions.

“I’m so full,” Emily moaned, clutching her stomach dramatically as they wandered hand-in-hand down Houston St. “I think you’ve killed me.”

“Not yet, sweetheart. We haven’t gotten to dessert.”

Two spoons and one cup of salted chocolate ice cream later, they made it back to the park, still lively as if the night had only just started. The marble archway was lit up, the Empire State Building in the distance peeking through the gap. People sat around the edge of the fountain, dipping their feet into the cool water.

Aaron and Emily walked through the students and artists and skateboarders and tourists, dipping intermittently into their shared dessert absorbing the infectious energy. They reached the other end of the park, stopping for a moment to watch a street performer, and turned down a new street, neither of them wanting the evening to come to an end.

The unmistakable sound of a piano floated out of a bar as two patrons exited, catching Emily by surprise as they walked past. She jerked to a stop, captivated, then tugged Aaron's hand to the door. He followed her lead, descending down a narrow flight of stairs that led into a darkened lounge. Tufted couches and armchairs in jewel-toned velvets lined the walls, dimly lit by rounded art deco sconces. Two bartenders seamlessly crafted elegant cocktails behind a lavish bar that took up the back wall. And in the center, a jazz quartet illuminated by a spotlight as couples swayed around them on a dance floor. Even in the dark, Aaron could see the way Emily's eyes lit up, entranced by this unexpected discovery, and he discreetly asked a waitress if they could be seated.

They nestled into the corner of an empty couch, Aaron's hand resting on Emily's knee as they both sipped their respective cocktails. Truthfully, he spent very little time watching the band, his eyes trained on his wife. He took in every secret smile, every small part of her lips when the melody soared to a peak. She was breathtaking, and she was his, and not for the first time in his life did he wonder how he had ever gotten quite so lucky.

The song shifted into something he recognized, a string of notes from the saxophone eliciting an audible gasp from Emily. He grasped her hand and tugged her up from the chair, smiling at the delight on her face. He pulled her in close, one hand low on her back, his cheek resting against hers, as they began to gently shift amongst the other couples.

After a minute, Emily’s voice came in whispers in his ear, her tongue curling beautifully over the French he couldn’t understand.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose

Il me dit des mots d'amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça m'fait quelque chose

Il est entré dans mon cœur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a juré, pour la vie

She pulled back in his arms, her gaze locking on his. A droplet tipped over her lash and onto her cheek. Her love for the man who held her — her husband, hers — bubbled and popped and diffused in her chest, filling her until she felt like she was floating. Aaron brought his hand up from her waist to her cheek, his thumb wiping away the errant drop on her skin with enough tenderness and adoration to warrant a fresh bout of tears.

Emily shakily rose to press her lips to his, tightening her hold of him, just as the song trailed to its conclusion. Applause erupted, but at that moment, the world around them didn’t exist.

“I love you, Aaron Hotchner.”

“And I love you.”

Song: La Vie en Rose by Edith Piaf

Translation (thank you Google):

When he holds me in his arms He speaks to me softly I see life through rose-colored glasses

He speaks words of love to me Everyday words And that does something to me

He has entered into my heart A piece of happiness The cause of which I know It’s only him for me, and me for him, for life He said that to me, swore it forever

#im missing new york something terrible #also Aaron is a massive simp for his wife #and ps if anyone ever feels like taking me out this is what i would like please and thank you #hotchniss #hotchniss fanfic #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #hotchner x prentiss

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thebonerpit · 3 years ago

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suck it and see [FIC]

suck it and see

Rom Howney, 2749 words, [E], read on Ao3 here

Robert invites Tom over for dinner. Has his gag reflex improved? (Not me writing a sequel to this fic almost a year later...)

Five months later, and Tom is wondering what the fuck he’s gotten himself into.

After “The Call”, as he’s been referring to it, Robert has been nothing but sweet and courteous and respectful. Once the post-orgasm adrenaline faded, Tom hasn’t been able to drum up the courage to talk about what happened between them and Robert never brings it up explicitly either. It’s been months of brief text threads during quiet moments, the odd video of Robert’s cats or a photo of the sunset, and Tom getting embarrassingly hard whenever Robert says something remotely flirty. Nothing at all that suggests it might ever happen again. That is, until Tom mentions he’s going to be in L.A. for a week.

“Come see me. I’ll make you dinner.”

“YOU’LL make me dinner? Or your private chef will make me dinner?”

“Don’t get cheeky with me you little shit. Tuesday work for you?”

It doesn’t, but Tom rearranges his entire schedule to get there.

The black jeans he’s chosen are practically painted on, but in an effort to appear completely casual and unbothered he throws on a soft pastel pink hoodie and a baseball cap. No need to mention how long he takes in the shower beforehand. No need at all.

The Uber drops him off and he notes that there are no other cars to be seen, and very few lights on in the house. He didn’t even consider that they might actually be alone and now that it’s hitting him he kind of feels like throwing up. Before he can scope out the best bush to heave into, the door opens.

“I know my front yard is pretty amazing but are you going to stand out here all night?”

Oddly enough, seeing him in person, leaning against the door frame with a dish towel in one hand, Robert Downey Jr. in the flesh, actually calms him down. His brain reroutes from panic to excitement and he rushes forward to give him a tight hug, which Robert gladly returns.

“Good to see you,” he says quietly, almost directly into Tom’s ear. The closeness makes him shiver slightly but he manages to cover it with another tight squeeze before rocking back on his heels.

“Same, boss,” he says with a broad smile. Robert cocks his head and smiles back fondly before patting his cheek and stepping back into the foyer.

“Come on, it’s almost ready.”

“Are you really cooking for me?”

“Of course,” he says, like he’s offended Tom is even asking.

It smells incredible, whatever it is, and Tom removes his hat, happily perches on a bar stool, and accepts the beer Robert hands him. They chat amiably while Robert cooks, and soon Tom forgets why he was ever nervous in the first place. It’s just like how it was on set, or backstage at some industry event, joking and laughing and catching each other up on their respective lives. One of the cats jumps up and kneads at Tom’s lap for a while before padding away to search for its own dinner.

Domestic, Tom thinks briefly, before shooing that horrible thought away.

Dinner is pasta with homemade sauce and Tom devours it.

Robert raises an eyebrow as he slurps up his last noodle and Tom sheepishly hides behind his napkin as he tries to wipe off the spattering of red sauce on his cheek.

“S’really good,” he mutters, and Robert just laughs.

He helps him clean up, despite Robert’s protests. He sets the last pot on the rack to dry and turns to see Robert staring at him, a contemplative expression on his gorgeous face.

“What? More pasta sauce?” Tom asks, swiping at the corner of his lips with one thumb.

“Nah. Just looking.”

“Oh. Ok?”

Robert smirks and saunters over and Tom feels his back hit the fridge. Trapped. Nowhere to go.

“This is cute,” Robert says, tugging at the string of Tom’s hoodie. “Suits you.”

“Uh. Thanks,” Tom replies dumbly, unable to look away from Robert’s mouth. He barely catches the way Robert’s eyes flick up to his own before he looks away and exhales softly. It’s a sound of resignation, and Tom’s heart speeds up to a panicked flutter. As soon as Robert starts to back away, he snakes his arm out and grasps on to his wrist. It shocks them both and they can’t do anything but stare at each other for a moment before Tom finally caves and lets himself think with his dick.

He opens his mouth, extends his tongue slightly, and waits.

Robert’s eyes are dark, the gorgeous honey-brown devoured by his pupils, and Tom sees him swallow. He does his best to encourage him, to beg without saying a word, but when Robert still hesitates, he slowly drags his hand up to hover between them. Then he lets go of Robert’s wrist. It’s on him now, and he looks very much aware of this fact.

“You sure?” he finally rasps out. Always the gentleman, even when Tom doesn’t want him to be. He nods and sticks out his tongue even more, his eyes almost crossing at he stares at Robert’s thick fingers just inches away from his mouth.

“Have you been thinking about this?” he asks. Tom nods again and shivers as those fingers run the length of his jaw. “Yeah. Me too.”

Without warning he pushes two fingers into Tom’s mouth, dragging them across his tongue and settling them just past the second knuckle. Tom whines and starts to close his lips around them but Robert’s other hand darts up quickly to grab his chin.

“Ah-ah,” he tuts. “Did I say you could do that?”

The blood that rushes immediately downwards nearly makes Tom pass out.

Robert pets his tongue until Tom’s mouth overflows with saliva and it starts dripping down his chin and on to his hoodie.

“Such a messy boy,” Robert says. Tom gurgles out a moan which makes Robert tighten his grip on his jaw. “On your knees.”

Tom drops so fast he feels his knees crack against the marble tile. It hurts but he doesn’t even care. All he can feel is his dick hard against the zipper of his jeans and Robert’s fingers dragging through his hair.

“So pretty,” he murmurs as he lets his fingers slip out of Tom’s mouth.

Tom tries to lean in, close the distance between his mouth and the growing bulge in Robert’s jeans, but he feels those fingers tighten in his hair. He glances up and sees Robert staring down at him with an expression not dissimilar to the one he had months ago on their video call.

“If you want to stop, all you have to do is say the word.” Robert’s voice is quiet but steady. “Or pinch me really hard if your mouth is… otherwise occupied.”

Tom shudders at the implications of that.

“I need to hear you say you understand.”

“I do! I… I understand. Want this, want you, everything… anything you want,” Tom says, tripping over his words in his haste to reassure him because he thinks if Robert stops now he might actually cry.

Robert exhales sharply through his nose. “Jesus… fucking… alright. Ok. Get up, follow me.”

Tom scrambles up off the floor and follows Robert as he leads him through into what looks like a den. It’s dimly lit, thick curtains pulled closed on the windows, and the walls are lined with bookshelves. Robert pulls him down on to a plush couch and takes his jaw in his hand again, licking his lips before diving in for a searing kiss, and Tom allows himself to be devoured. He suddenly realizes that this is actually their first kiss, but before he can dwell on it too long Robert pulls back and, as gently as possible, pushes him down to the floor between his knees.

“I hope you’ve been practicing more,” Robert says as he undoes his jeans. “Show me what you can do.”

As soon as the fabric of Robert’s boxers is out of the way, Tom doesn’t hesitate. He’s been waiting for this for months and the sight of that gorgeous cock in front of him makes his mouth water. He takes the head in his mouth without preamble and the low groan that Robert lets out spurs him on to take even more. It’s a bit messy, saliva already dripping out the sides of his mouth, but if the noises Robert is making are any indication, he’s doing a pretty damn good job regardless. He feels those thick fingers curl back into his hair and only has a moment to steel himself before Robert’s hips snap up and he chokes, eyes watering immediately as the thick cock tries to force its way down his throat. He tries to relax but it doesn’t work and he has to pull away, coughing and wiping at his chin.

“S-sorry, let me… I can—”

“Shh, no, you were doing well. I shouldn’t have… couldn’t help myself.”

Fuck, he sounds wrecked already. Pride bubbles up in Tom’s stomach and he dares to look up and offer a small smile, batting his eyelashes just a little.

“Want to keep going,” he says, “please?”

Robert bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before shifting on the couch.

“Come up here, let me… here, just like this.” He pulls Tom up like he weighs nothing, arranges him on the couch so he’s laying on his back with his head hanging off the edge.

“It’s easier like this, sweet thing,” Robert says as he stands over him. “Opens your throat up. Do you trust me?”

“God, yes,” Tom breathes out. He knows he should behave and wait for instructions but he can’t help surging up to lick at the base of Robert’s cock, hanging heavy over his face. It makes him shudder and Tom feels a drop of precome fall on his cheek.

He sees Robert shudder and gets a gentle slap across his face as a reward.

“Brat,” he rasps out before shoving his cock down Tom’s throat.

The angle is so strange and Tom’s eyes widen with panic before he realizes that yeah, it actually is easier like this? Once you get used to the whole upside-down part. He trusts Robert to hold his head as he relaxes his muscles, letting his throat go slack and just accepting every thick inch he gets.

There’s a bitten-out curse as Tom feels his nose press against Robert’s balls.

“Give me—fuck, your hand,” Robert says. He obeys, immediately, and Robert brings it up to wrap around Tom’s own throat. “Can you feel it?”

Tom nearly shoots off right then and there as Robert moves and oh my fucking god yes he can feel it. The thick line of Robert’s cock is stretching his throat out and he gurgles out a moan around it which makes it twitch against his hand.

“Such a pretty little cocksucker,” he grunts. Tom bucks his hips into the air, desperate for friction, Robert’s dirty words turning him on more than he could have ever imagined.

“Look at you… you want to touch yourself, hm?”

Tom can’t answer so he just whines and wiggles his hips again which causes Robert to grunt and jerk forward which in turn causes Tom to choke and gag again. Robert immediately pulls out and pets the side of Tom’s head while he inhales shakily, catching his breath.

“Ok?” he asks, rubbing a thumb along Tom’s swollen bottom lip.

“Yeah… ok.” Tom is shocked by the sound of his own voice, raw and scratchy and thick. Thank fucking god he doesn’t have to work for the next little while. “More?”

Robert chuckles and leans down to kiss along the side of his neck. “Want to see you come with my dick down your throat. Can you do that for me?”

“Fuck… fuck, yeah, yeah I can do that.” He scrabbles at the buttons and zippers on his jeans and shoves them down to mid-thigh along with his boxers. His hoodie is already a mess, covered in his own spit, but he pulls it up his chest anyway. If this also happens to show off his cut abs and pink nipples, well, it’s just a bonus. He hears Robert groan softly and then suddenly his field of vision is eclipsed by a furred stomach as Robert leans over him to kiss at his chest, his hipbones, and fuck, Robert’s mouth is on his dick.

“Ohmygod,” he slurs, digging his nails into the fabric of the couch as an incredibly skilled tongue laves up and down his erection. He can feel the bristle of Robert’s beard on his thighs and it sends electric shivers through his body.

“Tastes so good,” Robert murmurs, licking up one side and then sucking on the head briefly before letting Tom’s cock fall back against his stomach with a loud slap. Tom whimpers – actually whimpers – as Robert pushes himself back upright and he can see the cocky smirk on his face even from this strange angle.

“There, made it nice and wet for you. Go on sweetheart, show me how pretty you look when you come, hm?”

Tom doesn’t have time to answer as Robert slides his cock back into his throat. The sensation of that alone makes his eyes roll back in his head but now that he has permission to touch himself, he doesn’t hesitate. The slickness from Robert’s saliva eases the way for his own hand as he jerks himself off quickly, no patience for finesse or teasing, just pure need racing through his veins. He gets close embarrassingly fast, partly thanks to the steady stream of filth that Robert is muttering above him.

“That’s it, just like that baby, so fucking pretty aren’t you? You like having a nice fat dick down your throat, hm? Yeah, I know you do, look at you, just made for it, fuck, yeah, keep touching yourself, keep jerking that pretty cock sweetheart, make a mess of yourself for me, come on, come on, let me see you…”

It’s relentless and Tom can’t get enough. He doesn’t want it to end, quite frankly, but he’s teetering right on the edge and when Robert simultaneously shoves himself as deep as he can go and squeezes a hand around his throat he jerks violently and comes all over himself. It’s the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had and his body feels like it will never stop convulsing. It’s only when he finally relaxes enough to try to catch his breath that he realizes that he can’t actually breathe at all. Robert is still buried deep in his throat, grinding his hips against his face like Tom is just a warm, wet hole to be used. It sends a brief flutter of panic through him, but it also makes his spent cock twitch against his stomach. Robert is grunting and Tom feels drops of sweat landing on his chest, mixing with the cooling puddles of come. He must be close. He has to be. He needs to be or Tom is going to actually pass out.

He’s just about to raise his hand to pinch Robert’s thigh when he feels a rush of warmth slide down his throat. It’s so deep he can’t even taste it until Robert pulls out and lets the rest drip all over his mouth and face. As Tom gasps for breath Robert maneuvers him into a sitting position and rubs at his back, soothing him as he coughs and sniffles and wipes at the absolute mess on his face with his ruined hoodie. When he finally settles a bit he can hear Robert murmuring to him.

“Such a good boy… such a good boy, sweetheart, you did so well, that’s it, deep breaths…”

Tom sniffles again and blinks up at Robert’s face. He smiles softly.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Feeling ok?”

Tom nods. His throat is killing him but he doesn’t want to make Robert feel bad about it. Plus, he asked for it and he doesn’t know if it makes him a little fucked up in the head for liking it.

“I… I want…”

“Shh, don’t try to talk now. Let me get you some water. You…” Robert pauses. He leans in and kisses Tom’s forehead almost chastely. “You were incredible. Just sit. Let me take care of you.”

Tom smiles again and nestles into the crook of Robert’s neck, sated and content.

#rom howney #marvel rpf #nff #tbpwrites

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magalidragon · 4 years ago

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Hello! How about 14 in your recent "love in the eyes" universe? Have an amazing day!

Oooh a new universe! 🙌🏻 I tried to make this smutty but it turned out a bit sweet lol. I love these beans! 🥰 Moodboard to come!

14. “Later you will definitely need to tell me where you learned this.”

Love in a pandemic was interesting, to say the least. It was the whole "are you tested" but in a completely different way. Regardless, the answer was "yes" on both accounts, for the both of them, which was how Dany found herself spending the very limited amount of time she had off from twenty-hour shifts at a rural hospital dealing with massive outbreaks and super-spreader events in an area that already had limited healthcare to begin with, hanging out in her extended stay studio not resting up for the next shift, but eagerly awaiting a 'date' of takeout food on rotation of the only three local restaurants that had switched to takeout, and watching movies with one very attractive Westeros Military Captain, who also had limited amounts of time off.

They only had time off three times, where their schedules could align, and honestly she was so exhausted when she finished, she just wanted to sleep for hours. Jon was in the same boat, so-to-speak, until one afternoon her phone rang, after she had just discharged several elderly patients who had come off the tube, their tests negative, and excited to say that they had survived a pandemic, along with all the other chaos that went on Beyond the Wall.

So she was in a really good mood, answering excitedly. "Jon!"

"Do you have plans tonight?"

"Depends, what do you have in mind?" She caught sight of one of the Northern nurses, Kari, who rolled her eyes at her and smirked, knowing full well she was on the phone with 'The Handsome Crow', as the 'wildings' up North referred to Jon's regiment.

"I'm thinking of a place with no masks."

"Oooh, talk dirty to me," she teased.

He laughed. "I'll pick you up at your place. Leave hte dragon behind, aye?"

She mocked his accent back to him, gruff and rolling. "Aye, aye Captain!"

That had been hours ago. Shift ended, she rushed to the studio extended stay, showered, brushed her teeth, quickly shaved her legs, shimmied into the only matching pair of panties and bras she brought with her-- and the panties were also not her comfy cotton briefs she wore under her scrubs but the only truly 'sexy' pair-- a red bikini set-- even if the bra was also cotton and not lacy silk and satin. It would have to do, and honestly, she was probably reading too much into the sudden date that was different.

But no, she did not.

Because while dating in a pandemic was weird-- flirting without even seeing his face had been surreal-- it was still dating and some rules still continued to apply. Like the fact they'd been on three dates, had even fallen asleep on her bed together, but all he'd done was chastely kiss her goodnight when he woke up-- to her disappointment-- it was still three dates in, which meant naked time was now officially on the table.

And she had been itching to see his face that entire five hour flight to find out if the rest of it was as attractive as his soulful gray eyes, his messy curly hair, and the strong body she could see hiding not so much under his drab black fatigues. How right she had been and also how wrong. The moment he pulled off his mask, she felt every nerve ending light off like fireworks, his jaw chiseled, covered in dark scruff, and his lips full and pink, shyly smiling over a set of white teeth that were adorably crooked in the front. It all fit, every bit of him, and she hoped that she had been the same delightful surprise to him too.

Jon picked her up on time-- quite punctual, he was a military man after all-- drove her from the hotel on their first outing and even as she asked him where they were going ,he said it was a surprise and ended up taking her pretty far out to Hardhome, where he surprised her with a dinner at a dockside restaurant, just the two of them, a favor that his friend Tormund had called in for him.

It was wonderful to actually eat out for once, like a proper human being, and then he surprised her further by indicating that maybe if she were so inclined... "Would you...do you want to go back...I got a hotel room," he blurted out.

"You mean not the dingy studio with the brick mattress and scratchy sheets and comforter of unknown origins?" she demanded.

"Um...it's an inn...supposed to be nice."

She'd kissed him immediately, sighing. "Take me there Jon Snow, I beg of you."

They'd sped through the mostly deserted town to the inn, barely got within the door of what she quickly surmised was a quaint log-cabin decor style with flannel sheets and a roaring fireplace, and...yowza.

Their first kiss had been sweet, on their second "date", when he left her to return back to the makeshift barracks he had been staying in near the hospital. They had been nervous about it, shifting on feet as she didn't want him to go quite yet, but he had a curfew. "Need to set an example, I'm the boss," he sighed, clearly annoyed by it.

"Well alright then...talk to you tomorrow?" She asked him hopefully, and he nodded, and then smiled, shifting and moving in towards her, and she grinned, accepting his kiss gently. It had been tentative, both of them a little nervous, and sure-- they were both anticipating getting sick most likely, since they were in and around everyone with the virus-- except she figured she would risk it.

It had begun soft, lips gentle, rather close mouthed. Then it became something else, his hand cupping her head and she grabbed at his shirt, opening her mouth under his, moaning when his tongue prodded for entry and she gave willingly, tasting the beer they’d had and his mint toothpaste and the barest hint of synthetic nicotine. She needed him, groaning and grappling as he stroked his hands over her face. So hot, she thought, not realizing how that felt until he was holding her upright by just her jaw.

Wanting nothing more to invite him back in, she reluctantly had said goodbye, her lips tingling, and his smile dopey when they parted. She waved, watched him leave, and counted down the seconds like a silly schoolgirl with her first crush until she could see him again.

And when she did, they'd kissed some more, like those dumb schoolkids they'd become, barely paying attention to the movie that had been playing, or their dinners growing cold on the table, but it hadn't gone beyond that; they were both exhausted, and to be honest, she wanted to wash her hair and maybe look a litlt enicer than the old college t-shirt and pink flannel pants she had on.

So now, well, now....sigh.

"Later you will definitely need to tell me where you learned that," she panted, staring up at the ceiling, catching her breath, her body shivering from aftershocks. She pressed her palm to her forehead, not at all surprised to find that she wasn't just hot because of her dragonblood, but because she was freaking sweating, like she'd run a marathon.

Beside her, he was in the same pose, laughter rumbling from his chest. "Do you really want to know?"

Since that might mean bringing up the other women who had been on the opposite end of those sinful lips, she shook her head, laughing as well. "Oh fuck no, but gods Jon Snow, who knew you had that talented set of lips underneath your mask? If I'd have known, I'd have jumped you on the plane."

A sly smile pulled over his teeth, those same pouty, now kiss-stung lips flushed from his exertions. "If I recall you did sort of proposition me?"

A tiny blush formed on her cheekbones, not that he noticed, as flushed as she already was. She turned on her side, propping her head on her hand, her other dancing over his smooth chest, where he grabbed it and brought her knuckles to his lips to kiss, their fingers threading together. "Well, I had to test a theory. I am a woman of science."

"What theory?"

"That you were into me." She lowered her lips to brush over his, grinning. It was his eyes; Doreah always told her that love came in the eyes. His had fallen more than once from hers to...other areas. Plus there was the pupil dilation, the intensity there, and the bit of sadness on the edges. It made her desperate to know more. "And turns out, you were."

He smirked, brushing his mouth over hers again, murmuring, "Hard to tell, those pesky masks."

"We figured it out." She settled her head in the crook of his shoulder, his arm draping over hers, knuckles idly running on her upper arm. She closed her eyes, savoring. It had been awhile, she was tingling and sore. It felt wonderful. The good exhaustion that she knew would lead to a good sleep.

Not that she wanted to sleep just yet.

Her finger pulled out of his grasp, tracing his mouth, whispering. "When do you have to be back at the barracks, Jon Snow?"

"Hmm....weekend pass, would you believe it?"

"Coincidentally, I have a day off."

"Whatever shall we do?"

She giggled, nuzzling her nose to his, whispering. "I have a few ideas. Most of which involve that mouth."

He snapped his teeth, wolfish, and pressed his palm to her cheek, pushing to cup her head, her braids tangling around his fingers. She kissed him, smiling so wide their teeth clacked, and devolved her into more giggles, as silly as that schoolgirl he made her feel like she happened to be. It was the happiest she'd been in a long time, that was for sure. He snorted, laughing when she blew a raspberry to his mouth instead of kissing him, and devolved into his own laughter, which she got the impression was quite a rarity with him.

They tusseled a bit, both trying to one-up the other, laughing and giggling, and soon her legs and arms were flying up, brain losing all control over herself as he tickled her and blew raspberries to her belly and chest. "Jon!" she squealed, pushing weakly on his arms. He had her pinned to the bed, and was merciless.

"Never," he replied, in response to her demands for him to stop, and she didn't fight him, both of them kissing again, and this time it wasn't so funny, the kisses becoming deeper, intense. He broke away from her lips and trailed off, her neck arching on the pillow, sighing, and hands falling into his riotous curls again.

She hummed, approving, and shook her head slightly. "Jon?"

"Hmm?"

He tilted his head up to peer at her, eyes black as coal. She traced her finger along his hairline, smiling gently. They'd known each other two weeks, but she was quite certain of how she felt. She nibbled her bottom lip, whispering. "This probably...probably isn't the right time but..." She took a deep breath; just say it Dany. Worst comes to worst, he runs away, and then what? Means it wasn't meant to be. She never took this type of leap, gun shy from previously failed relationships. She closed her eyes, about to speak, when his thumb pressed on her chin, tilting her face to his.

Eyes flickering, she saw he had risen up to lay beside her, intensely focused, and was guiding her face to his, thumb stroking her jaw. "What?" he whispered.

Love comes in the eyes, she thought, and whispered, "I think I love you."

There, she said it. Maybe it was the hormones, the heightened emotions of the time, the idea that tomorrow could be her last, for all she knew. They were working so hard and that was usually all she had, but now there was something bigger.

And to her surprise, he smiled, eyes crinkling, and it was the same look he gave her on the plane, when she first wondered who this cute guy happened to be, and what was his story. He whispered, in return, "I think I love you too."

Dany giggled, accepting his kiss, entwining her arms around his neck, and made a mental note to tell her brothers that the North might not be so bad after all.

Smutty One Liners

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #ask #smutty prompts #but this is not very smutty

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years ago

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Hampton Sheets.

Just a little something that @detective-giggles and I came up with.

Warnings: Heavy touching and dirty talk.

WC: 1616.

Enjoy x

You all knew it was the only holiday you were going to get that summer and it was lucky in any case that you had all managed to get to the Hampton’s for the sex crimes conference to begin with. You had all arrived there on the Friday night, Tucker only allowing to use department funds for 2 rooms for the two nights.

Nick, Sonny, Mike and Fin were in one room and You, Liv, Amanda and Rafael in the other room. Friday night was a social event for the seminar and Saturday was an all-day event, with back to back talks and question and answer sessions. You and Rafael had always had a good relationship so sharing a bed with him after both Liv and Amanda not even giving you a chance to contest wasn’t really an issue at all. When you woke up the Saturday morning Rafael was already up sitting on the small balcony of the room drinking a coffee.

The day wasn’t too bad, you all being together most of the day for all the talks and it was decided to go out for dinner and drinks next to the hotel for you all to let your hair down. It was getting on in the night, the drinks where flowing and the shots getting ordered tray by tray. You knew you had reached your limit when your face was burning and you started to feel slightly dizzy. Rafael was taking it slow as well and when he seen your face bright red he ordered you a jug of water and stopped drinking and started drinking water with you,

“You two are no fun” Amanda slurred nudging you after them all having another shot, the rest of the table laughing out loud.

“Oh Amanda you know how fun I can be” you winked at her “But I don’t need a head ache tomorrow”

You and Rafael sat back watching your colleagues having a great time watching them making fools of themselves, including Liv. Some were playing drats and some were dancing,

“Think I might head back” you smiled at Rafael.

“Yeah I was just thinking the same thing. Let’s go” Rafael stood up.

You caught Liv’s eye and mouthed that were leaving and she nodded blowing you a kiss. You giggled and as you turned around Nick came up behind you snaking an arm around you pulling you into his chest,

“Where you going my love?” you spun in his embrace so you were facing him and Mike came up behind you wrapping his arms around you both.

“To bed” you tried to get out of their embrace being sandwiched between them.

“You just going to be sleeping?” Nick grinned at you and Mike squeezed you all tighter together laughing. You managed to push Nick off you and walked out of Mike’s arms walking away.

“Night boys” you giggled looking over your shoulder.

“Love you Y/N” Sonny shouted through the bar.

“Love you too Sonny” you yelled back.

Rafael let you shower first and when he walked back out after his shower, you were laying on your tummy, your legs bent up behind you watching Titanic on the TV,

“Isn’t there anything better on?” Rafael put his stuff in his bag and coming to sit on the bed moving the sheets out of the way to get under them.

“Change it if you like” You sat up getting under the covers next to him.

“Its ok keep watching it” he smirked before the room fell into a comfortable silence for a long while, you both watching the movie “Y/N”

“Hm” you kept your eyes on the screen.

“Why did you stop drinking tonight?”

“I snore loud when I’ am drunk” you knew as soon as the words came out of your mouth, you knew Rafael would pick up on the lie. Rafael looked at you from the corner of his eye with his eye brows raised.

“Y/N why did you stop drinking tonight?”

“I didn’t want to make a fool of myself”

“You would only be having a good time” Rafael grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“I didn’t want to look like a fool” you took a deep breath “In- in front of you”

“Oh, I see” Rafael smirked “Well I’ am glad you did, or I wouldn’t be able to do to this”

Rafael cupped your cheek and his lips where about to meet yours when you both heard the beep of the door key card pulling you both away from each other to Liv and Amanda stumbling through the doors. Liv was in better shape than Amanda but not by much, Amanda leaning on Liv’s shoulders. You jumped out of bed to help Liv into the door Amanda falling on you wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Y/N my best friend I love you so much” Amanda’s accent was thick from so much alcohol.

“Let me get changed” Liv rushed off to the bathroom and Rafael sat watching as you walked Amanda to the bed laying her down and pulling her shoes off.

“Done this before Y/N”

“More than I can count” you scoff. Amanda was laying on her back passed out already. You rushed to her bag getting her pj bottoms and coming back to her “Rafi can you face the other way please?” Rafael did as you asked and rolled over to face the opposite wall. You pulled Amanda’s jeans off and slipped on her sleeping pants pulling the blankets up and tucking her in “Thanks Rafi” he rolled back around to face you. You turned off the TV and had just climbed into bed pulling the sheet over you and Rafael when Liv walked out turning off the remaining of the light’s and saying goodnight.

The light of the moon was seeping in under the window curtains and you saw the smile on Rafael face. You shuffled closer to him moving his arm so you could lay on it. One of your hands went to his cheek and the other resting on his middle and you lifted your leg up resting it over him, hocking your leg on his. Rafael ran his pointer finger of his free hand along your bottom lip then sliding it down the side of your body to rest on your ass cheek.

You closed the gap between you both slowly, kissing him lightly till he gripped on your behind and pulled you into him. The kiss deepened instantly you both trying to stay quite during your heavy make out session, both aware that your best friend and boss were sleeping in the bed right next to you. Your tongues were darting into each other mouths. Your hand that was on Rafael hip slid up Rafael’s shirt briefly running your hand over his soft chest, running your fingers through his chest hair. Rafael ran his hand over the curve on your ass up the front of your shirt to cup your boob groping it, kneading it lightly.

You pulled away from the kiss trying not to moan loud pulling your hand out of Rafael’s shirt running it up over his arm, over his shoulder, over his neck and threaded your fingers into his hair. Rafael lent forward, his lips at your ear, his hot breath right in your ear,

“I want you so bad” He rolled his hips into you.

“Me too” you whispered back.

“When we get home- but for now”

Rafael’s hand came out of your shirt and slid down the front of your shorts and panties. His long delicious fingers running through your wet folds, you heard Rafael groan slightly from the feeling. You balled your hand into a fist in his hair and your nails dug slightly into his neck with your other as he slid in a finger and you nipped his bottom lip as you pulled away from the kiss. Rafael went to add another finger when you heard loud laughing and voices that you both knew. You both froze, hoping for the voices to pass. Everything went quite, your eyes locking with Rafael’s both smiling at each other as he slide the second finger into you, your mouth going slack when there were loud knocks on the door,

“Y/N” You heard Mike’s voice “Y/N” there was a knock again.

“Don’t keep knocking her and Barba might be fucking finally” Nick said loud enough to be heard back in Manhattan.

“That’s too much paper work” you heard Fin’s voice from afar, followed by Sonny’s loud laugh.

You sighed as Rafael pulled his fingers out of you, you kissed his lips quickly before jumping out of bed and rushing to the door swinging it open just as Mike was about to knock again,

“Ladies and Gentleman New York’s finest” you rolled your eyes grabbing your room key off the table walking out the door to get the four of them in their room before there was a noise complaint.

You had them all settled in their room after you gave them a bottle of water each, Nick and Mike wanting you to tuck them in and you came back into your room Rafael still laying there awake, Liv and Amanda snoring, sleeping through it all. You climbed into bed Rafael laying his arm out so you could lay on it, him pulling you back into him, his lips at your ear again,

“Seems like everyone knows about your crush expect me” Rafael nipped at your ear lobe.

“Sorry” you whispered nuzzling into his chest.

“You just wait mi Amor till we get back to the city, there will be nothing to stop me fucking you at my apartment.”

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One of Us (Leverage 5+1)

FINAL PART!!! of my fic for the Leverage Appreciation Weeks Event!

Summary and tags are below. Hope you enjoy! :) The fic will be up on AO3 in the next day or two with the art embedded!

SUMMARY Illustrated 5+1 fic exploring how Amy Palavi gets to know the Leverage Team.

TAGS Amy Palavi, Alec Hardison, Eliot Spencer, Parker (Leverage), Sophie Devereaux, Nathan Ford, 5+1, found family, illustrated fic

Amy quietly sighed as she wiped down the last table for the day. It had been a busy one, and two other members of the waitstaff had called in sick.

Hardison dropped into one of the chairs at the table she’d just finished. “I don’t pay y’all enough on days like this. How’re you still standing? Sit. Sit.” He waved with a loose hand at one of the other chairs.

The smile she returned probably looked as wry and tired as his as she sat down. Amy had been impressed that Hardison had jumped in the way he had when the dinner rush took over, helping with taking orders, serving, making sure everything had run smoothly. It had been one of their busier shifts, with the start of their new open-mic bringing in more people than they had originally anticipated. Eliot had joined the kitchen staff to help with improvising dishes as they ran out of staples. Even Parker had helped, making sure there was communication between the kitchen and the waitstaff by constantly checking in with Hardison and Eliot.

“Well, I would say that open mic night was an unquestionable success,” Hardison huffed with a grin. “I’d blame you, but I’d have to admit you came up with the idea.”

Amy laughed. This was her boss in a nutshell, all welcoming, teasing humor. “I’m glad it met expectations.”

“Exceeded,” Hardison corrected. “Ah, what have you got for us, man?”

Amy looked over her shoulder and saw Eliot and Parker approaching with trays of food and drink. They set the table and then took the other two chairs.

“Just sent the rest of the staff home,” Eliot told them both.

Amy looked up from her glass in surprise. If that was the case, why hadn’t they asked her to leave?

Hardison just nodded and then turned to Parker. “You wanna do the honors?”

Amy looked across at the other woman to find Parker studying her, head tilted slightly to the side.

“You know we’re a bit… different. We have other work besides the pub.” Parker waits for Amy to nod before continuing. “ We help people that need it but can’t get it through normal means.”

“That’s why you were asking me about that woman!” Amy exclaimed.

“Yes.”

“People usually find us, but sometimes, we find them,” Hardison picked up the thread. “It’s mostly word of mouth.”

“You help people,” Eliot states.

“We are wondering if you’d like to help us help people,” Parker asks, leaning forward slightly.

Amy can’t help but frown. “Is this another one of your not-quite-legal things?”

“Yes. But sometimes legal isn’t enough,” Parker agrees honestly.

“You wouldn’t be doing anything illegal,” Hardison assures. “Nate and Sophie are off to go get married, so we’re looking to stabilize our bases. We’d like to promote you to manager to help me run this place when we need to be gone.”

“I’m not the most senior person here, and I don’t have any experience!” Amy protested before she could consider tempering it.

Eliot just glared at her. “We know you’re taking all those business classes your parents are demanding. Think of this as practical experience.”

“Everyone on the staff works well with you, and you’re already partly managing anyway,” Hardison added. “We’ll ease you into it.”

“Say yes,” Parker demanded.

Amy nodded, mute, eyes wide as she looked from one face to the next. This was… more… than she had ever anticipated when she’d walked in the door all those months ago.

Hardison’s hands come up to rest on the table on either side of the bowl in front of him. Looking at those hands, Amy realized that none of them had touched the food that Eliot had served them. It was a shame, the thought that it would go cold. But she also couldn’t have eaten a bite if any of them had demanded it, her stomach almost in free-fall with the discussion.

“Nate and Sophie also used to do a lot of our consulting, meeting people, talking with them.” Hardison paused until Amy met his gaze. “If you’re willing, we’d like you to keep an eye out for people who come looking for us. Talk to them, get their stories, let us know. You’ll have more time to do that as a manager.”

That was something she could do. Had been doing a bit, ever since Parker had asked her about the woman at Table 8. If she thought something was wrong, Amy let Parker know.

As if she could read Amy’s mind, Parker smiled slyly. “That part is easier for you to agree to, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Amy murmured.

Parker’s eyes narrowed. “To all of it?”

Amy nodded.

“Perfect. Now, eat up. Eliot will get mad if we don’t,” Hardison ordered.

Eliot grunted and from the wince Hardison made a moment later, Amy suspected that the chef had kicked his shin under the table. Parker grabbed her bowl and tucked in.

Hardison picked up his spoon, glaring at his companions before turning back to Amy with a raised eyebrow. “Welcome to the team.”

Amy let out a breathy snort. It was going to be chaos, but she was starting to look forward to it.

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