#I want them to do normal people things together so bad

[rotagnus]

your future darling | 🩷o .｡.:*☆

some information about your future spouse!! gender-neutral although i may mention masculine/feminine energies. my first future spouse reading guyss i'm excited. i usually never did these but here we are!! i'll be as blunt and honest as possible because i can't guarantee all of us a fairy-tale ending, but i truly believe that all of us get what we deserve.

this may deal with some heavy topics, so as always, use your discernment. i may not be the tarot reader for you!!!

p1.

they really lovee thriving in environments where everything is changing. they like blending in and not being noticed but like, being the noticer. the observer. so when you first raise a brow and look at them it makes them feel a lot of things. they'll definitely be a bit scared, because there's this INTENSITY about you. this grace that you carry, this genuineness, and it'll be like a shock to their system because you're truly a very unique spirit, a very unique energy that they haven't encountered. to you, this person will literally mimic the same exact thing. meeting the person will be the start of truly living for a lot of you, and things will get so chaotic from their, but not in a bad way, y'know what i mean? they let you act like you truly are, without being guarded. many of you suffer with blocking your actual nature out from others because you don't want to break. you hate being out of control, and so you meticulously portray yourself as someone else, but when you have a moment of losing control? they're not going to judge you for laughing a certain way, or saying something. and you'll be like '...no way'. and slowly but surely, you'll start opening up, and they'll think you're the most beautiful thing they've ever seen.

for a lot of you they'll have hair darker than their skin color to a noticeable degree (ex. light skin and dark hair) or hair much brighter than their skin color (ex. dark skin and light hair). they're definitely more guarded as well, as a result of suffering heavy losses in the past due to similar things that you have experienced. this'll be a bonding moment for you, but this conversation/realization will take place months after you know each other. a slipup, because deep down, both of you don't want the image you've been showing to each other to break and show that broken inner child you both nurse, only in the darkness. but once you doooo? goddamnn you guys are gonna have a BOND. because you both know that you value each other as deeply as the other does, while your whole life, you had imbalanced energy with other people. always givers. never takers.

they are extremely talented. they know how to do things even when they're not given all of the supplies, all of the materials, and their determination is so high it can make them a bit manic at times. they do enjoy life, and they have a good sense of the material world; they may like fashion, art, anything to do with humanity and what it creates. food too! they know that life is a one-time thing, at least this specific one, and they don't shy away from experiencing all those things. neither do you, but you're still much more reserved about it, and may be more reasonable surrounding things like that. you'll love seeing them coo and fawn over a cute puppy or a cute piece of clothing, and they'll love looking at you and seeing that you're looking at them with such a soft, lovesick expression on your face. you'll have them stammering and stuttering when normally they're very sharp and put-together.

with them you'll truly be able to settle into your feminine energy. a lot of you struggle with letting loose and not always taking care of things and settling into masculine energy (which has been a safety net for you, a lot of the time) but with them life will get so much better and you're going to be able to relax, truly. after meeting this person, oddly enough, days actually do get better; not just because of THEM, perse, but it'll be because you entered a new phase of your life after learning a lesson. i think a lot of you have THREE chapters in your life, and you'll meet them very early on in the second one. they'll baby you and take such good care of you and really show you a side of people that you never knew existed. they'll hold you and they'll notice you're tense, and still massage you and kiss your temple and make sure that you're fine. a very gentle person, in general, but ESPECIALLY with you.

they're probably an extroverted introvert for most of you. they love their friends and are genuinely a kind person, but they're SOOOO sweet to their friends, so endearing. they're easily likeable so for you, to have YOU be their favorite person, will be an absolute honor. you know how to melt them. i think that something about them is in fact very attractive and a lot of people may have tiny crushes on them, but they're LOYAL to the one who bagged them (you). they'll make sure that you have a deep trust in them and they wouldn't ever break it. a lot of you will get this person because you're very grateful, and deeply glad that you have an opportunity to LIVE and grow. this is your harvest, the one that was watered with rain and trauma prior to it blossoming.

p2.

this person has a STRONGG energy. extroverted and bright. they come off as...a lot, and to some people, too much, but for you, you'll be like OMG someone who can handle me!! and what's funny is they'll see you and think the same exact thing. they're very sure of themselves and because they hate being perceived as soft and weak, they're definitely going to seem brash and insensitive at times. you, however, are very good at reading people, and you'll understand where they're coming from. they may try very fervently to push you away, but you'll be like 'i ain't leaving'. it's giving beast boy and raven omgggg. this person will try to change their physical looks to be 'accepted' more, and fit the standards that the world gave them. deep inside, they're very insecure, so whenever you give them a compliment? they might deflect it. but deep down, DEEP DOWN, they have a heart of gold. they care immensely about the fact that you looked so WITHIN them to notice things. you'll get their coffee just right, or something, and they're gonna be STARSTRUCK.

as for how they treat you, they will take great care to notice you just as much. they never allow themselves to be tender with people unless it's individual-to-individual because once again, they don't really like being perceived as someone who cares, but they'll definitely be veryyy affectionate when it's just you guys. this can throw you guys off a little bit because you'll think they don't really like you. THEY DO. they just show it in a very...odd manner. this of course doesn't mean that you deserve this, so you guys will have a LOTTT of things to talk about, but at the end of the day, i think you both will fight hard for this relationship to work. a simple argument won't scare you guys, and you both will do your best to make it not sound like a confrontation. be careful with their temper, though.

something else i'd note is that they probably know struggle. they've gone through SOMETHING, in their life; poverty, depression, prejudice, etc. they're not one to judge very easily, although, compared to the other piles, their sense of humor may be a bit more crude (this generation's men 🙄🙄) but not to an outlandish level. if it was, i know that most of you would leave them immediately, so don't really worry about it being too cruel. they're very good with kids, is what i'm hearing. very tender and that'll probably be one of the moments that makes you realize that they're not as tough as they like to say they are. i think that they'll be particularly attracted to you because you don't hold their moments of softness against them. you, in fact, love it, when they feel comfortable enough to portray a different side to you than you are used to.

night is definitely going to be significant for you guys. idk why but you two are definitely opposites; yin and yang, the sun and the moon, day and...night. many of the times you see each other, will be in dark spaces, at first. there may be separation at times, and you both will yearn for each other but both have atrociously stubborn senses of pride, but i think, once again, you guys are both deeeeeeeply in love with each other. but it'll take a while for you guys to settle down. it won't be something that happens quickly, but it will still be dense of moments and times that'll make you feel as if it's truly special. you have had your fair share of heartbreaks before, so at first, you'll look at this person and be like '...they're not different than the rest of them lmaoo but at least i can value them for less than what i did with the others' and then you truly do realize that damn, this person IS different.

they can mess it up at times by not being gentle with you, but they'll learn early on that you're a veryy prompt person and you value security instead of stupid little flicks of insecurity on their side. they'll quickly learn that with you, it's way easier to talk things out rather than act passive aggressive. they also know that you would never settle for someone less than what you deserve, so they're going to try their DAMNDEST to be it. half of you guys will end up giving 'rich auntie' vibes with this person which is so CUTEEE. dogs are important, small white ones is what i'm hearing? not sure if that can be significant for anyone. this whole fs will be a new phase, a new beginning, a 'new kind of love' (that song started to play!!)

p3.

they will definitely balance you out. i think that for a lot of you they may look tired physically, or worn out in one way or another. it is possible that they work night shifts or have a longer workday than others, or that they're busy; the gym, late at night, for example. they're good at what they do, deeply passionate. those who are in research fields pour themselves into everything they do until they have no identity outside of their passion. many are former gifted kids and oldest siblings that had to be more mature early on, which can be a double-edged sword; they have this safe warmth about them that initially attracts you to them, but when you find out why they're so empathetic, you wonder if it was really worth it. some of you will see a certain person in your future spouse; this can be good or bad, depending on who it is.

for a lot of you, at the first moment you see them, they'll be emotionally unavailable, but then, the second time you meet them, they'll be a completely different person than the first. warmer, kinder. they are most definitely seen as a hero/protector. there's something magical about them, the way they look; most will have a darker complexion/features, and will prefer to dress in monochromatic colors. everything about this person will be extremely neat, and they can be a perfectionist at times. despite this, when you truly get them to open up, they're the brightest person you know.

they don't like rough humor. this person also has a deep resentment of anyone who's mean, and they wield their heroicness as a weapon. they may be a bit odd around women specifically (if you're not one, this doesn't apply to you) due to a lack of feminine energy growing up. they have difficulties opening up, and when they see a figure that THEY can find safety in, they cling to them very tightly. they have attachment issues and hate any instability that can happen, so when plans change? expect that person to be a bit panicky, although they might try to hide this side due to understanding that it can be overwhelming for another person, as well as a defect in their usually shiny and perfect self.

they seem quiet at first, which is why a lot of you probably won't anticipate THEM being the one, out of all people. they're rather reserved, so i think that for a lot of you, there'll be a push by the universe for you to meet. a group project, an accidental conversation. you'll both be drawn to one another and feel a deep...weird connection of sorts, and ultimately, you'll have late night calls that turn into late night sleepovers that turn into living with each other. it probably won't go fast, and for a lot of you, this'll reset your nervous system as you're always rushing. it'll definitely test your patience, but in the long scheme of things, it'll ease your anxiety. this person will be your rock, your pillar.

they're going to be on the smarter side of people, so expect you becoming a listener, but this will feel deeply special, as they're the listener for most people and it'll mean the world to them, to have someone who cares about what they're rambling on and on about. you might recognize that you're something special to them because of the way they look at you; puppy-dog eyed, fidgeting with their hands, and body language nervous, but their eyes will always be on YOU.

[silverstar70]

Fandom: Criminal minds Character: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Author’s note: English is not my first language. This has been in my drafts since forever. I couldn't get myself to write smut, so I hope it turned out to be good. Let me know in the comments!

Warnings: 🔞‼️smut, vaginal sex, established relationship, oral sex, edging, praise kink, cowgirl

Summary: Y/N planned a perfect welcome home for Hotch.

Words: 4,736k

Home for dessert

Y/N didn’t know where her aversion came from; she just knew she hated it. She couldn’t understand the appeal of grand romantic gestures, the overly elaborate surprises, the dramatic love declarations, and the way some people seemed to live in a romantic movie with too much love in the air, which normally wasn’t bad, but everything seemed forced. The overpriced gifts, the unnecessary pressure of planning the perfect evening, and the too-public display of affection were too much. Love, to her, was something private that could be found in everyday things.

Over the years, she realized that it wasn’t due to heartbreak or cynicism, but simply because it didn’t fit into her life. She spent most of her life on deployment, and there was always something more important than a fancy dinner: a mission, a meeting, some duty to fulfill. 

When she started dating Hotch, he already knew that about her and didn’t force anything. He agreed with her that showing love wasn’t about grand gestures on a specific day on the calendar, and he started a tradition she hoped he’d never stop.

The first time that happened, she almost missed it. Hotch had left for an early meeting and was in a rush for work when she noticed a yellow note on her fridge. With her eyebrows narrowed, she took a closer look at it.

“You’re probably late for work, so I already filled your mug. I love you.”

She smiled at how well he knew her and how thoughtful he had been. She grabbed the blue mug on the counter and hurried out of her apartment, ready to face the day. 

From that day on, the notes appeared randomly and everywhere. No special occasions, no anniversaries, just random days. Even on the worst day at work, one note from him had the power to make her smile, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as a hint of red appeared on her cheeks. 

A reminder on her laptop, a teasing comment slipped into her go-bag, and a heartwarming confession waited on the bathroom mirror after a late night. Sometimes, they were playful. Other times, they made her flush so hot she had to shove them away before they made the situation worse. She never told him how much they meant to her and kept every single one of them. 

“You look so hot in your uniform, Lieutenant.”

“Thinking about you 😊 ”

“Dinner tonight. I'll pick you up at 7 pm. I love you!”

*

The end of her turn arrived more quickly than she thought, and without even realizing it. Too caught up in the post-mission report, she didn’t notice the sun was starting to settle down as its light cast a golden glow on the city.

Eager to go home, she quickly left the office, not even bothering to clean up her desk. Jack was with Jessica, and Y/N thought it was the perfect night to spend quality time with Hotch alone. She had nothing planned, but wanted to do something special because lately they haven’t had the chance to spend much time together.

On the way home, she stopped at the grocery store, her mind already making a mental list of the ingredients she needed. She moved through the aisles, looking for everything she needed to make his favorite dish: lasagna. She rapidly collected everything, along with a bottle of red wine she knew he would have liked. 

As she entered their house, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation rushing through her body. Everything was ready on the kitchen counter, and she began to chop onions and carrots and brown them in a pan with oil. Soon, she added meat and tomato sauce, letting it simmer on the stove. 

As the aroma filled the house, Y/N took the chance to take a shower, the warm water soothing over her body, washing away all the tension built during the day.

She closed her eyes, enjoying every second as the heat loosened the knots in her shoulders. The thought of the evening ahead made her shiver in anticipation, and her chest filled with immense joy as her heartbeat quickened. She rinsed off the shampoo and stepped out of the shower with a smile on her face. The towel wrapped around her body felt soft against her skin as she moved to dry her hair.

The sound of her phone echoed in the bathroom, breaking the silence. She reached over and saw it was a text from Hotch.

I’ll be home in a few hours. I love you 

Her heart skipped a beat. That’s all it took him to make her feel like a teenager, eager for him to come home. Glancing at the clock, she realized she had plenty of time to assemble the lasagna and set the table before he arrived. Her response was quick.

I can’t wait. I love you

She dried her hair, put some clothes on, and walked into the kitchen to finish making dinner. As the aroma of the homemade sauce filled the air, she began assembling the lasagna. With a little effort, the lasagna was ready in a short time.   

Once it was in the oven, she walked to the bedroom and slipped into a black lace set of lingerie she had never worn before. Her eyes caught her reflection in the full-length mirror, and she couldn’t help but smile, feeling confident as she imagined Hotch’s reaction when he sees her in it. Just the thought of his penetrating gaze made her pulse quicken, and her blood ran hot in her veins. 

Without wasting more time, she slipped into a burgundy midi dress. The soft fabric hugged her body, shaping her curves, and the deep V-neckline was enough to allow a glimpse of the bra underneath. The color emphasized her eyes and complemented her skin, making her glow. 

Moving back into the kitchen, Y/N started setting the table, carefully lighting a few candles. The soft glow of the light created a romantic atmosphere in the room. She arranged the glasses, set the plates, and opened the wine. The ding of the oven warned her that the lasagna was ready; the only thing that was missing now was Hotch.

Half an hour later, the sound of the keys turning in the lock sent a thrill down her spine. He stepped inside the house, looking exhausted but happy to be home. His eyes scanned the room as the soft glow of the candles, the table set, and the unmistakable scent of the lasagna welcomed him. And then, his gaze landed on her.

For what seemed like an eternity, he just stared, his eyes roaming over her body, appreciating every single inch of her curves. His lips parted slightly like he was about to say something, but he stood speechless. Then, a slow smile formed on his face.

“You look beautiful.” He said from where he was standing.

She flashed him a wide smile as her face glowed red. “Thank you.”

He set down his briefcase and stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down to gently meet her lips. A slow, searing kiss that carried all the love. Her heart began beating faster in her chest, and the scent of his perfume was dizzying, making her weak at the knees. Hotch’s lips felt impossibly soft on hers.

Her hands found their way to his waist, pulling him closer to her and savoring every second of the moment. When he pulled back, she missed the sensations of his lips on hers, blinking a few times before coming back to her senses. The look in his eyes was nothing but pure and loving, and once again made her weak.

“Hi,” he said softly, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

“Hi,” she whispered, leaning into his touch. “Come on, I made dinner.”

“Lasagna?”

She nodded. “I wanted to do something special for you.”

He shook his head, and his expression softened. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“I do.” Her hands were still around his waist to keep him close. “Our jobs don’t allow us to stay together as much as we’d want to, and that’s what makes us, us .”

His eyes saddened slightly at her words as the reality of their demanding jobs hit him. But before he could speak, she tightened her embrace, warming his chest.

“But I miss you when you’re not next to me in the morning or when you’re out of town for days, so I think we should cherish every moment we have together. And tonight, it’s one of those moments.” 

He smiled gently, his hands sliding over her shoulders. “Thank you.” He murmured, leaning to press a soft kiss on her temple.

As the gentleman that he was, he pulled out the chair for her before sitting at his place and filled both their glasses with red wine. He couldn’t put into words how happy he was to be there with her.  Even during the bad day, she was his light in the storm, a safe harbor to always come back to.

“To us.”

“To us.”

They toasted, clicking the glasses together, their eyes never leaving each other, building the tension that was growing between them. They didn’t mind eating in silence, simply enjoying the presence of the other while exchanging looks. It was something they never really cared about: silence. In the confusion of their lives, it was almost comforting not to be obliged to talk because even in silence, they perfectly understood each other. 

“Dinner was delicious, honey.” He said, reaching for her hand, his voice full of appreciation.

She smiled proudly. “Thank you. Be sure to have some room for dessert, though.”

His eyebrows narrowed in genuine curiosity. “What’s for dessert?”

“Me.”

For a moment, he didn’t move or say anything, taken aback by her answer. His eyes darkened, his jaws tensed, and his heartbeat fastened. She slowly rose from the chair, her eyes never leaving his. A provocative smile marked her face as she blew out the candles in front of her. He watched her, carefully studying her every move. The tension in the air was growing. Without saying a word, she began walking towards the bedroom, turning her back to him, fully aware that his eyes were following her. 

As she got to the door frame of the bedroom, she felt her heart starting to race, but kept her composure. She knew he followed her when she heard his footsteps; the sound of his shoes meeting the floor sent a wave of heat through her body as he approached.

She didn’t have to look behind herself to know he was now directly behind her, she could feel the heat of his stare. The space that had previously been between them was lessening, and she could feel the tension set in the air. 

She finally turned to face him, and, standing in front of each other, they were just a few inches apart. The prolonged eye contact sent shivers down her body. His intense gaze was looking right through her, his dilated pupils spoke his intentions. The evident desire was like a force that pulled them closer. 

His look shifted from her eyes to her lips as a smirk formed in the corner of his mouth. One of his hands tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear before resting on her cheek. The simple gesture ignited a fire within her and made her pulse quicken. The air between them was thick with anticipation and desire. His sharp features made the hunger in his gaze even more pronounced.

His lips met hers again in a searing kiss, filled with intensity. She gasped a little as he deepened it. Her hands tangled in his short hair, pulling him impossibly closer, and he tightened his grip on her hip. Every inch of her was pressed against him as she arched into him. 

Every touch, every movement was driven by love, need, and urgency, deliberate as he was savouring every second, determined to make her feel how much he wanted her. 

And God, she felt that. 

He trailed down the side of her neck as he moved her head slightly to give him better access. His breath was hot against her skin as he left sloppy kisses along the way. The blood was running hot in her veins, growing her desire. One of his hands found the zip of her dress and agonisingly slowly pulled it down. His fingers, slightly touching her skin, sent a shiver down her spine. She melted into him as he moved the zipper down. His touch was gentle in stark contrast with the way he was kissing her. 

Her hands roamed over his chest, still covered by the shirt, as she managed to undo his tie, which was thrown somewhere in the room. Underneath her touch, his chest felt toned with just enough definition. One by one, she loosened the buttons of his shirt and pulled it off his muscular shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. 

He matched her actions and slowly slid her dress down her shoulders, which joined his shirt. He noticed what she was wearing and pulled away to fully look at her. His eyes darkened as his pupils dilated, a smirk formed in the corner of his mouth as his gaze roamed over her body to get a mental photograph. 

She bit her lips at the effect she had on him and smiled proudly at herself. She felt beautiful and confident. He made her feel beautiful and confident. “You like it?”

Hotch chuckled, smirking, his gaze moving from her head to her toes. “ Like isn’t the right word, honey.”

He closed the distance between them once again and went straight to kiss her weak spot on her neck, tangling her hair. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He murmured against her skin. 

“I might have an idea.” She whispered between moans. 

Without breaking the kiss, he guided her backwards, his hands firm on her hips. Her knees hit the edge of the bed, and he took the opportunity to lie her on the bed and climbed over her, meeting her lips again. His hand moved down her body, over the smooth fabric of the lingerie. His rough touch made her squirm under him as he started palming her breast. Y/N arched into his touch as he moved his kisses down her neck, slowly trailing down her chest. 

He moved the cup of her bra and his mouth found her nipple, he started sucking it hard while playing with the other. She felt hot all over at the burning feeling within her. His hands were magic and knew exactly what they were doing. 

“God, Aaron.” She moaned, her fingers tangled in his hair.

He sucked harder and a sharp moan left her mouth, her back arching towards him. He hummed against her skin, and the vibrations sent another shiver thought her spine.

She was burning under his touch. The wetness between her thighs was growing unbearable as he worked her over with his mouth and hands.

He smirked against her. “You’re beautiful like this.” He murmured, his voice low, filled with need. 

Her fingers gripped the sheets as he moved lower, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down her stomach. The feeling was overwhelming as the fire within her grew stronger. He paused for a moment, looking up at her with a smirk. 

“Tell me what you need, Y/N.” He whispered.

“I need you, Aaron. Please,” she pleaded, her voice trembling, and the desperation was clear.

Without wasting another second, his fingers slipped beneath the lace and slid her panties off, tossing them somewhere across the room before taking a moment to admire her. He took in every curve, every inch of her naked body before him.

“Now, I was promised dessert, was I?” he said, smirking.

With his lips pressed against her stomach, he moved down her body, making her gasp in anticipation, making his way closer to her entrance. He moved down deliberately slowly to tease her, to enjoy every reaction of her body under his touch.

When he finally reached her inner thighs, she couldn’t hold back a moan. He started soft, taking his time to taste her. Soon, her body arched against him, begging for more.

“God, Aaron.” She moaned softly.

He began sucking harder, using his tongue with purpose, circling and teasing her clit. She was getting wetter and wetter as he worked on her relentlessly. She was close, so close, she could feel the familiar feeling growing in her stomach. Her heart raced faster, her breath cut short as she gasped for air.

And then he pulled back.

She let out a frustrated whimper, her eyes wide open as she looked down at him. “You bastard.”

He smirked. “Not yet, honey.”

A shiver raced down her spine, her core clenched at his words as he moved back up her body. Hotch pressed his lips on hers once more. She could taste herself on his mouth, the sensation sent another shiver through her.

“Stop teasing.” She whispered against his lips.

His eyes were filled with a hunger she was familiar with, but every time he looked at her in that way, it was like the first time. The sensation in her stomach grew stronger under his intense gaze. Hotch knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to show it. He wanted to pleasure her and make up for the lost time, and he was determined.

He moved back down and started working on her again, and could feel her body tightening under him. The pleasure built again in her within a few minutes, the moan grew louder at every touch, Y/N's hands found their way in his hair, gripping tightly. 

“God, Aaron. I’m close.” Her words were barely above a whisper, cut by her heavy breaths. 

Hotch smirked again as he pushed two fingers inside her, making her gasp loudly. He curled his finger faster as she moaned. She squirmed beneath him, the stimulation was too much to bear, and she could hold it anymore. And Hotch could feel it.

“Cum for me, honey,” he growled. 

The vibrations of his voice and the fingers working on her made her explode with pleasure. And then she shattered. A cry tore from her lips as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her thighs clamping around his head as she came undone beneath him. 

He didn’t stop, working her through it, his fingers pumping into her as his tongue continued its torment. By the time the tremors faded, she was gasping for breath, her body still trembling. Hotch withdrew his fingers slowly, his eyes dark with hunger as he moved back up her body. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips, the sensation sending another jolt of heat through her as she cupped his face in her hands, deepening the kiss. 

With her legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, she could feel his cock pressing against her through the fabric of his pants. The pressure alone made her shiver, her body still sensitive from the high he’d just pulled from her.

His breath caught at the contact, his forehead resting against hers for a moment as their eyes locked. “I’m not done with you,” he murmured, voice gravelly and low. “I want you on top.”

Y/N blinked up at him for a moment. She hadn’t expected that request, but the moment she realized his words, the idea bloomed in her chest like fire.

“You’re still wearing too much,” she said, voice husky, fingers tugging at the waistband of his pants with a lazy smirk.

He chuckled. “You’re right.”

He climbed off the bed to get rid of the last pieces of clothes that were still between them. Undoing his belt slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Watching him, standing in front of her while undressing like this, was oddly intimate. He kicked off his pants and briefs and left them hanging on the floor. 

He sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Y/N crawled over to him, straddling his lap. His hands instinctively settled on her hips, thumbs brushing the warm skin just above her thighs. She could feel him already hardening again beneath her, the heat of him pressing against her center as she settled atop him.

She traced his jaw with her fingertips, never leaving his gaze, before kissing him again, slowly, taking her time to taste him again. She rocked her hips slightly, and the contact alone made him inhale sharply.

He groaned, his fingers tightening around her waist. “God, Y/N…”

She reached between them, guiding him, the tip of him brushing her clit. They both stilled, eyes locking. Then she slowly sank down onto him, inch by inch, her breath catching at the sensation. Her nails dug gently into his shoulders as she adjusted to the feeling. Hotch’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his head tilting back against the headboard, groaning. 

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded, leaning down to kiss him. “Perfect.”

She let out a soft moan as she began to move, slowly at first to feel every inch of him and savor the sensation, her hands firmly on his shoulders to ground herself. Her hair fell on her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded as she moved above him. 

He let her take the lead, setting the pace. His hands were firmly on her hips like he was afraid she would slip through his fingers. Her rhythm was slow and steady, her movements fluid as she rode him. 

“God, Aaron.” She moaned softly as her head tilted back while the pleasure began to build again within her. 

Aaron’s hands traveled up her body, cupping her breasts. His mouth found her collarbone, and a series of wet kisses trailed down her neck and shoulder. Having her completely bare above him, moving expertly to pleasure both herself and him, was almost too much.

“You’re so damn beautiful.” his murmored against her neck.

A tint of red colored her cheeks at his words, something in her chest moved, and she never felt more loved and desired by a man. “You make me feel beautiful.” 

His hands kept exploring her body, moving up and down her back while keeping her close to him. Her chest pressed against his as she moved over him. He encouraged her movements, guiding her gently, his voice rough and low.

“That’s it, sweetheart… Just like that.”

She moaned quietly at his praise. The pleasure was building stronger within her, every thrust was meant to feel all of him, deep inside her. The different angle pulled a gasp from both of them. His head fell back slightly, taking in all the bliss of the moment.

“God, you feel so good,” He murmured. 

Y/N leaned forward, her hands cupping his face as she kept moving, her body trembling a little. She was fully in control, every nerve in his body was attuned to her. She was delighted to have the stoic FBI agent at her mercy, seeing him squirm under her, wanting more, and praising her. He let out a groan when she clenched around him, shutting his eyes close to savor the feeling. 

After a moment, while she kept moving above him, his hand found its way between them. Y/N whimpered when she felt the pressure of his thumb over her clit. He started moving slowly, drawing small circles, adding pleasure. 

“Aaron, I’m close,” she moaned.

“Let go,” he rasped. “I’ve got you.”

And she did. With a cry muffled into his shoulder, her body tightened around him as she came, legs trembling, vision blurring. Her breath hitched in her throat, her muscles clenching tight around him. Hotch held her, waiting for her to calm down while moving deep and slow into her. 

For a moment, she stood still, recovering from her orgasm. His hands caressing her sides slightly up and down while he was still buried inside her, still hard. Her lips crushed his again, deepening the kiss as to give him the permission he needed. 

He moved just enough to make her gasp into the kiss. He didn’t lift her off him. He didn’t flip them over. Instead, he bent his knees slightly, anchoring his feet on the mattress, and began to thrust deep into her. 

Her mouth fell open at the feeling as she tried to find balance, bracing on his chest. Their skin slapping against each other and the soft moans coming from them both filled the silence in the room. 

He filled her completely, moving in and out with a constant rhythm. Her nails dug into his skin as she moaned his name, and a new fire ignited in her. She felt hot all over, her breath caught in her throat as words failed to come out. 

He pulled her down for a kiss, hot and slow, and as their mouths tangled, he thrust up into her harder, and she cried out into his mouth. Her body clenched with every motion. He groaned deeply at the feeling of her tightening around him, the way her hips instinctively met each of his thrusts despite her fatigue.

“Please,” she whimpered, barely coherent.

He looked up at her, eyes dark. “Please, what?” he asked, breathless. 

“More.”

He answered with action, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust up into her again, slamming harder, deeper. Her body jerked with the force as her muscles burned from the intensity. Her head buried in the crook of his neck, and her hair fell over her shoulder. 

Aaron’s hand moved to her cheek, brushing gently with his thumb. “Look at me,” he whispered.

She lifted her head, and her eyes locked onto his. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in the heat of the moment. Aaron held her face firmly between his hands, not wanting to lose her gaze. 

Each thrust hit her deeper than the previous one, letting the heat within her build stronger. Every nerve in their body was tense, yearning for the release. Aaron’s breathing grew heavier as he started moving faster. 

“God, Aaron.” She managed to say between breaths.

She matched his pace without hesitation, meeting his thrusts midway. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulder, and his grip tightened. She took him deep inside her, hitting all the right points. He knew she was close; he could feel it from the way she was clenching hard around him. That made him see stars as he kept slamming into her; he couldn’t hold it much longer.

“Let go,” he whispered.

Her body tensed as an orgasm hit her hard, making her squirm and tremble as she moaned his name out of pleasure. He let go of her as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily against his skin. Aaron held her through it, still rocking into her, chasing his own release. It didn’t take long, the sounds she made, the way she trembled in his arms, it was all too much. He let go with a low groan, his arms wrapped tight around her. 

“Wow.”

“Wow, indeed.”

They stayed like this, wrapped around each other, breathing heavily in the aftermath of their release, with the sweat dripping from their body for a long while. They didn’t mind it. Neither of them spoke as they cooled off. She lay on top of him with her cheek on his chest, hearing his heartbeat slow down. His hand stroked her back with a lazy motion while pressing soft kisses on her forehead.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

She nodded, lifting her head to place a kiss on his jawline. “More than okay.”

He smiled, tipped her chin with his thumb, and captured her lips in a gentle kiss. Eventually, he helped her slide off him gently, and they moved to lie side by side under the sheets. She rested her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her hand. His arm wrapped around her, holding her close as he stroked her back gently. In the silence of the room, they quietly drifted off to sleep, tangled together. 

Tags: @sweetbearcolorgarden

[witches-dream]

I'm really curious about what the other beastancient legendary costume pairs will be so here' some theorizing by: ME

So, so far we have 2 pairs but they have different concepts: one is basically a swap au, while the other is something like a bad ending type deal. We can expect the other 3 pairs to either have their own concepts, more fitting for their characters and dynamics, or to continue playing with concepts similar to these two. Since we know nearly nothing about Silent Salt so far, i'm gonna skip on talking about them

The concept where the ancient joins the beast really only works for eternalberry, where Sugar actively wanted Holly to remain at her side. It is also PARTIALLY what happened with Truthless Recluse, but since he already temporarily joins Shmilk in the story, the costume set had a different idea, that being an alternate universe where Shmilk and Vani swap places (while still, interestingly, remaining themselves in their heart, down to having the same motivations as their normal counterparts; just existing on a different side of the narrative). With eternalberry, however, it's less like a parallel timeline where things are different, and more like another way that things could've happened in the main story. Holly even has her doubts about staying in the garden, proving that she's still very much the same person.

So, with these two sets, a pattern already emerges: 1) both costume sets show how things could've "gone differently" and 2) it does so by reimagining the same characters in a new situation, rather than changing the characters completely. That is to say, my first theory is: *drumroll* there WILL NOT be a corrupted ancient or a redeemed beast in these costumes. Because to have either happen, the character's lives must go so differently that they will become entirely different people. Of course, with only 2 sets, this cight as well be a coincidence. But I also think that keeping the former identities of the beasts a mystery adds to their characters and the fun of analyzing them. Basically, I would rather continue theorizing rather than being handed an answer. Although! Corrupted ancients as a costume concept is a bit more likely (given that it's KIND OF what already happened with both sets), but when i say it won't happen, i mean we won't get "ancient if they became a beast". It will be more akin to the sets we already got, where, you can notice, the ancients don't entirely agrre with their beast half (even Holly)

Mystic Flour better get another legend costume that's NOT a part of a set with Cacao, because, since they're already doing sets, it means all pairs will get one, but Mystic is still in the queue for her COTY costume. Give her like a cute Valentines one like they do for COTY winners in CROB, or a Christmas one since they already missed out on Valentine's. As for the set with Cacao, I don't think there's a universe in which they are together bc obv Mystic's goal is to erase the whole damn world. A swap au like in shadowvani's case wouldn't work either, since you can't easily swap their soul jams like you can with shadowvani, as in mysticao's case, their conflict is not a "two sides of the same coin" or a difference in ideologies; their Resolution and Apathy (Emptiness) are polar opposites that i don't think would necessarily work well in a swap situation. So, what could they do? They could swap aesthetics, for one, but that's boring. But here's something interesting they have in common that wasn't explored in the story: their connection to dragons. Dark Cacao is obvious, but, if you didn't know, her gacha background portrays her facing a dragon (on the left)

Som could both of them, like, fuse with dragons and begin an eternal fight like the black and white dragons that Cacao sealed...? Idk, i think that's a sick idea. So that's one theory that I have.

Goldenspice (i'm STICKING with this name, ok) is hard also, bc similarly to mysticao, i don't think you could twist the story for them to be together and whatnot. It's either one survives, or the other. Except, Goldie doesn't kill Spice in the story, and we don't exactly know her motivation (we do know the writers' one tho lol), but i think for her to kill him is to prove him right about destruction being "the only way". So, why don't we go that route...? Goldie's costume is the timeline where she defeats Spice without awakening, killing him because of anger rather than because of her wish to protect what's dear to her, and becoming a lot more of cruel person afterwards. And Spice's costume is one where he kills Goldie, in which he becomes sorta detached and apathetic, where destruction no longer brings him the same joy because he no longer has the perfect opponent to look forward to. In both instances, they get the other's Soul Jam, but the light of theirs fades and they become ordinary gemstones. How's that for a bad ending...? (I gotta say, it's interesting, but i don't think it's gonna happen even remotely, lol).

[mcytegg]

I want Derap to steal Ro from the sticklers as his back up plan teammate

LMFAO???? i can fw that, it could be interesting but if its bc he thinks zam will betray him or smt then ro is such a funny secondary option bc zam is one of ro's most favouritest people on the server. and like. even w zam and ro being good friends aside, isnt one of the biggest issues in zam and derap's relationship derap's insecurity over devotions? if he wants a teammate who Isnt obsessed w mapicc then going from zam to ro is like saying "i hate citrus fruits. im gonna eat this lime instead of this lemon!" 😭😭😭

[gu6chan]

People will be like "idc who you are, seriously block me if you do/support x" and then i block them and they react like this everytime

[ryuseitai]

guy that likes being independent when he has to do stuff alone

[dawei-s]

Perhaps I was made for hanging out

[liketolaugh-writes]

I've been playing with a no-one-knows AU where Danny has been married to Jason for years but hasn't told him his secret. Jason knows that Danny isn't human, but hasn't pressed because Danny is so terrified when he approaches the topic. The Batfamily do not know.

Presently, the GIW are in Gotham and closing in, and the Box Ghost has come to Danny seeking help.

----

“You’re a ghost,” Jason said gently, pulling one of Danny’s hands away from his face to wrap it in his own. Danny let him. “Aren’t you?”

Danny’s breath hitched again.

Surprisingly, the Box Ghost looked almost as horrified as Danny.

“What? NO! I, the BOX GHOST, would not out Danny Fenton to his human family! For he is as human as I once was!” He flailed his arms in blatant panic. “There is nothing to reveal, for Danny Fenton is most certainly NOT a ghost!”

“What’s wrong with Danny being a ghost?” Box Lunch wanted to know, tilting her head up to peer up at her father in confusion. “Is it a secret?”

“BOX LUNCH!” the Box Ghost wailed, every inch a mortified parent.

“Yes, it was, or your father would not be so blatantly lying about it,” Damian told her, taking pity on the child ghost.

“Oh!” Box Lunch nodded seriously. “Danny isn’t a ghost!”

Danny let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and then started to cry, gasping quietly with tears pouring down his face, hunched down to hide from them. He didn’t pull his hand out of Jason’s.

“It is no longer a secret here, as it has become apparent,” Damian elaborated.

Box Lunch scrunched up her nose. “Oh.”

“Ghosts are not bad,” Cass said softly, “if ghosts are Danny.”

“Danny.” Jason scooted closer and pulled Danny against him, and Danny let him, pressing into him without unwinding at all. “Danny, I already knew. I’ve known for years.” Danny tilted his head up to give him an incredulous look, and Jason grinned at him. “You’re not good at hiding it, stardust. Your freckles glow when you’re excited and your eyes flash green when you’re frustrated. You walk through closed doors when you’re sleepy and things fall through your hands when people startle you. I’ve known you aren’t human since we moved in together.”

“…Oh,” Danny murmured, guilt and relief and wonder swirling together in his still-wet eyes.

“Phantom!” the Box Ghost scolded. Jason took note of the sudden change in address. “You are the worst secret keeper ever!”

“Shut up, Boxy,” Danny snapped. He pulled away from Jason and wiped his eyes, sniffling. Their hands stayed locked together. “We, we need to hide you and bitty-bite b-before we talk about this any more. I wasn’t joking about the Guys in White.”

The Box Ghost flapped his arms dismissively. “They will not find us! They are looking for YOU, and their instruments will not be prepared for such subtle spirits as Box Lunch and I!”

“They are looking for me while I am hiding,” Danny said, soft but barbed. He wiped his face again and turned around to better face the other ghost, glaring sharply. “Something I am well known to be very good at. Far better at than you.”

The Box Ghost went so pale he was almost translucent.

“You don’t look like a ghost at all,” Tim said, studying Danny. “Your skin is pink, you don’t glow… most of the time, no pointed ears or fangs. Your eyes are normal.” His eyes narrowed. “Is this… not your natural appearance?”

Danny flinched. “I… I…” He swallowed, staring at nothing, and then forced his attention back onto the Box Ghost. “Your base signatures are pretty low. If you stop using your powers and suppress your auras as much as you can, you can probably bring them low enough to hide.”

No answers would be forthcoming for now, Jason understood. He signaled sharply to Bruce and Tim, the most likely to try to interrupt. Wait. Time-sensitive, finish operation before proceeding.

Bruce didn’t look pleased, but he nodded sharply. Tim just watched, thoughtful eyes fixed on Danny. Damian was scowling, Dick frowning faintly, but Cass’ curiosity looked borderline idle. Jason watched Danny interact with the other ghost with a healthy blend of interest and concern, and tried not to wonder if Tim was right.

“Box Lunch, do you know how to land?” Danny asked. It seemed like a silly question until Box Lunch wrinkled her nose and cocked her head.

“Land?” she asked, audibly uncertain. For that matter, her father looked vaguely baffled too. “Like… with my feet? On the floor?”

Danny managed a smile and nodded. Box Lunch eyed the floor, then drifted down to hover at floor level. “Like this?”

“Not exactly,” Danny said, sounding more fond than anything. He slid off the bar stool and knelt down in front of Box Lunch. Jason couldn’t look away; he’d been deprived of any open knowledge of Danny’s nonhuman side for so long that his curiosity was damn near insatiable now. And Danny teaching a kid of his species? That was doing things to Jason. Good things. “Close your eyes.” Box Lunch did. “Feel the energy in the air. Do you feel gravity? Do you sense how it pulls things down?” She nodded uncertainly. “Hold onto that feeling. Let it hold onto you. Do you feel it?” Nod. “Good. Now- let go of the sky.”

The instructions didn’t make a lick of sense to Jason, but Box Lunch dropped right out of the air and landed on her feet. Her eyes flew open, and she pinwheeled dramatically until Danny caught her.

“Ahh!” she squealed, looking dismayed. “I’m heavy!”

Danny chuckled. “No, bitty-bite, you’re still light as a feather.” He picked Box Lunch up and held her out in front of him, smiling. She squealed again, kicking her feet, her eyes bright with delight. “Good job. Do you think you can hold that?”

“Um, sure,” she mumbled, not looking at all sure.

The Box Ghost landed on the floor with a grunt - Jason suspected that he’d been listening to Danny’s instructions too. He held out his arms for Box Lunch, and Danny handed her over willingly.

“Now what?” the Box Ghost asked tentatively, staring at the floor like it would eat him. Yeah, Jason could definitely believe that he’d never landed before either.

“Now, you listen to me,” Danny said seriously. He reached out and grabbed Box Ghost’s arm, demanding his attention, and forced eye contact. From the Box Ghost’s wide eyes, this behavior was as new to him as it was to Jason. But then Danny continued, speaking as firmly as if he were willing his words into existence. “You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost.” Understanding flickered across the Box Ghost’s face, and he screwed his eyes shut. His glow started to dim. “You are solid. You are heavy. You are warm. You are made of flesh, blood, and bone. You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost. You are human.”

The Box Ghost’s glow receded and disappeared. Except for his blue skin, he almost looked human now. He opened his eyes uncertainly, and Danny gave him a weary smile and a nod, letting go of his arm and leaning back.

“But what about Box Lunch?” the Box Ghost asked anxiously, looking down at Box Lunch. She’d squeezed her eyes shut to try and follow Danny’s instructions, but didn’t seem to be meeting with the same success.

Danny sighed. “I’m not sure how to explain it to her,” he admitted, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair as he looked at the little girl with worry. She opened her eyes and gave him an anxious look, and Danny gave her a small smile. “It’s not your fault, bitty-bite. It’s just… you’ve always been a ghost, so you don’t have your dad’s memories of what it felt like to be human.”

Box Lunch stomped her feet. “I can pretend!”

“Then pretend,” Danny said seriously. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just do your best.”

“Wehh!” Box Lunch flailed her arms, brow furrowed in concentration. “I am human! My body is super solid and I crash into things a lot! And I run around on the ground and eat human food! Fear me!”

It was so cute that Jason muffled a laugh, and he wasn’t the only one. Box Lunch ran a circle around the floor, then crashed into a wall on purpose and bounced off, giggling. Even Bruce’s hard expression softened into a fond look.

“That should keep you off the sensors,” Danny said to the Box Ghost, voice low. Something about his eyes looked exhausted. “Just make sure Box Lunch maintains it. Maybe keep playing human with her.”

The Box Ghost nodded uncertainly. “Thank you, Phantom,” he said quietly. “I know that we can count on you.”

[supercool-here]

Ok my sins are keeping me up late at night so of course I'm going to post about ysblf. I am not a fic writer, actually I'm not a writer of any kind other than bad, but I really wish I could come up with a storyline in which Armando and Betty develop a somewhat healthy relationship, or at least one in which they get together without having gone through the ordeal of seducing/getting used. I will love reading your ideas, even fanfic recs if you know any. My own theory will be in the tags

[paracosmicka]

Primal Fears AU content but don’t worry it’s still sonadow

That last one is a repost from last year so if you saw the silly drawings but then read the thing in the bottom left corner and went “wait what the fuck”

It’s because it was an AU thing but I literally only had that drawn out and now you get some context at least:

In this universe Sonic is an assassin/bounty hunter/whatever you wanna call a guy that is hired to specifically to kill other Entities. He meets Shadow when they run into each other because they’re both following the same Avatar. Then they do the normal canon sonadow thing where the first interaction they have always ends with them fighting and beating the shit out of each other. And then they kinda calm down but then Shadow has a similar moment from the beginning of the IDW Sonic comics where he gets absolutely pissed that Sonic managed to distract him from catching the bad guy and zooms away before the two have another chance to speak again.

Here Shadow is a GUN field agent except in this universe GUN isn’t really military and it’s more focused on not only investigating (like the Magnus Institute) but also actively dealing with the Entities. Which sounds great except remember how I said they aren’t military well actually they kinda are because “dealing” with Entities and Avatars just means: throw it in the high-security prison that is guarded by other various Avarars that all work for GUN because it means they don’t have to get thrown in prison. So GUN is kinda like The Magnus Institute + Section 31 working together. So actually I guess it’s like the SCP Foundation.

One day Shadow goes into work and Sonic and there and I’m not really sure on what I’m gonna do in the plot to make him end up there (like maybe he’s undercover and just using GUN to get to his next target or maybe GUN does the “hey we’re gonna throw you in jail if you don’t agree to work for us” idk again not sure yet) but now he’s working with Shadow because they still need to catch that Avatar.

So now we’re sorta caught up, they’re at Club Rouge (and I realized I didn’t specify which Entity she serves in my drawing of her but people who guessed the Stranger ding ding ding here have some sonadow) because Sonic and Shadow need to kinda interrogate Surge and Amy, who are associated with the Slaughter. They have a band called Poison Rose and it’s basically just Grifter’s Bone but they perform rock music instead. And are also probably dating.

Anyway the Big Case™️ Sonic and Shadow are working on is investigating a bunch of spooky murders and they’re pretty sure whoever’s behind them is a Slaughter avatar. But not specifically Amy and Surge☝️ They’re kinda “allowed” to perform the Music That Makes You Die because GUN also has like an “informant” group of avatars they can rely on. These avatars don’t work for GUN, but they agree to chill out on the spooky stuff if it means they don’t get arrested for spooky crimes. So for Poison Rose, “chilling out” on the spooky stuff means that they have to force people to wear earplugs while they perform, which wasn’t specifically stated in MAG 42 if that works or not, not really sure of the magic rules of the Music That Makes You Die phenomena but yeah they gotta do that and probably some other stuff so GUN doesn’t arrest them. Like maybe no swearing or something lol.

Okay gonna stop there before this gets even longer explaining my AU because this was supposed to be just a normal sketch post but whoops.

Oh also I made a playlist for the kind of music Poison Rose performs but it was made private because I didn’t want anyone to stumble across it and be like “pshhhh this dumb person who makes public playlists of their AU that no one knows about what a loser” (me when I make up completely unrealistic scenarios in my head) but now here’s a post explaining that part of my AU so that person can’t make fun of me anymore

[casuallyanidiot]

Exclusive Content

Yandere Vlogger x AFAB Reader

Follow up to this

TW. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ! MDNI ! Noncon, captivity, spanking, anal, bondage, voyeurism, edging (you don't get to finish)

You're captor loves giving the fans what they want!

“You don’t have to cry when you’re not on camera, you know.”

Tears dribbled down your cheeks as you curled up into a little ball. Your hands were wrapped in soft mittens, making them basically unusable. You sniffled and wiped your face. It was humiliating. You were practically nude save for the collar around your neck and the stockings clinging to your upper thighs.

“Seriously,” He sighed and wrapped his large hand around your ankle, yanking you across the mattress until you were seated at the edge where all the cameras were pointed to. “You’ve got to save your energy,” He chided and smoothed out your hair a bit. He wiped at your ruddy face, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Although… yeah keep pouting like that,” he groaned and pulled out the handheld. He zoomed the lens in on your fearful expressions. His breathing became ragged. As he held your face in his palm, squishing your cheeks and turning your head in various directions. A bit of drool slipped past your lips, and you let out a tiny sob. “Fuckkkk you’re perfect. You’re my perfect little thing aren’t you?” His thumb worked his way past your teeth, chuckling softly as he smeared spit over your puffy lips.

The world spun as you were forced over, your hips propped up on a pillow. You let out a strangled cry as he grabbed a handful of your ass. He quickly worked to strap your arms to be folded together behind your back, making it arch almost painfully. He spread the globes of your ass open, and you whimpered at the feeling. Normally he’d keep you stuffed with toys, making a show of how gaped you could become afterwards, but today was different. You shuffled a bit to see what he was preparing, and you yelped at the feeling of cool lube being poured onto your skin. You tried to shut your thighs, but he kept them open as he began to work his fingers into you. You moaned soon after, your eyes fluttering as the sounds of your cunt being pumped into sounded out.

“We got- fuck- we got a request to have you be spanked and then do a bit of anal. They said- said not to touch your clit or anything. So unfair haha. Our viewers have gotten so mean lately. I think they like seeing you all scared. But you don’t have to be scared with me, baby. No no no, You’ve just got to relax so I can keep taking care of us.”

It shouldn’t feel this bad, or any more bad than being kidnapped and fucked mercilessly on a daily basis would. But no, no he made you read all the things people said about you. About him. They didn’t think this was real, and if they did, then they probably were getting off on the idea that you were being held captive. You had tried to call out for help once in a video, but when people said your screams were too realistic, he started to gag you for a while after that. It was a project, this wasn’t actually your life, he was a good partner, you were a good actor: All things people said instead of actually helping you. And now you were stuck having your ass spread for whoever would pay the most, just because he couldn’t deal with the reality that this was anything but your worst nightmare.

In the last few weeks, your captor had been filming nearly every moment of your life. You’d be convinced that he got some sick pleasure from documenting every scream and tearful breakdown, but you knew better. Sure, he liked it, but he mainly did it because of his damn viewers. You were sure that we wouldn’t even have your thighs open and down if it wasn’t for a good chunk of those sick fucks practically begging to see him fuck you on a near daily basis, but then again he was literally your kidnapper so you couldn’t say anything for certain anymore.

You squealed as he brought his hand down. The resounding crack was followed by a burning sting. You didn’t have a moment to breathe before he smacked you again, and again until your backside was on fire and bruised. Your tears stained the pillow as you whimpered, and he reached forward, petting your lower back like one would a frightened animal.

“There we go. You did so good.” 

He had to gag you before starting to actual fuck you. He was running his fingers over your scalp as if it would make anything better. His cock was stretching out your asshole in a way that felt all too wrong and full. You gurgled pathetically as he shallowly thrust into you. It didn’t even feel all that good, but he was moaning like you had handed him heaven on a silver platter.

“Mngh! H-hah d-don’t worry baby- I’ll touch your pussy as much as you want after this,” he whispered mischievously as he pressed a kiss behind your ear. You sobbed at the thought of letting him anywhere near your other hole, but you were leaking all over the sheets at the moment. And your cunt was positively aching to have attention paid to it. You winced as he grew more frantic in pacing, finally spilling deep within your clenching ass. You made a pathetic whine as he stilled within you, spanking your ass a few more times as he rolled his hips almost teasingly before pulling out. He panted as he hooked his finger in the rim of your asshole and pulled it to the side so the camera could capture the way his cum leaked out.

“Okay! And that should be good for now,” he sighed, throwing his head back and running his hand through his hair. “Man, baby, you’re so fucking tight down here. I thought you were gonna rip my dick off haha,” he laughed breathlessly and unbuckled the gag. He massaged your jaw as you slumped forward.

“I know, I know. You don’t like being shut up like that… but I really kind of have to. I mean, It’s not exactly hot when you’re screaming for help all the time,” He said and started to review the footage while his other hand reached down and started to tease your clit again. You jumped at his touch, but as humiliated as you were, you were so embarrassingly horny that you simply bit into the sheets beneath you to stop the humiliating noises from spilling out.

One maddeningly slow circle at a time. You grunted softly, and he let out a whistle. “ You know, I’m so glad I get to do this with you. I’m really lucky. Most people can’t make a living from loving their partner all the time like we do.”

He slipped a finger in, and you rolled your hips desperately to meet the friction.

“It just sucks that so many people want me to be mean to you. Hah… I guess we should be grateful, huh? You’re so cute… it’s no wonder people want to bully you…” He trailed off before kneeling down between your legs. He hummed appreciatively as his hand worked on your entrance, your walls pulsing around his fingers. He smiled, and you felt his breath on your sensitive folds before you could help yourself. You yelped a bit as he groaned into your pussy, his tongue stroking and slurping eagerly. You keened softly as you bucked your hips, trying to grind on his nose. You could feel the heat coiling in your belly as you panted and trembled. Finally, after all that fucking bullshit, you were gonna cum. 

And then, all of a sudden, his touch was gone. 

You blinked for a moment, before tears of frustration gathered in your eyes. You let out a wail as you writhed, trying desperately to find the sweet friction you needed to finish, but he merely placed a hand on your lower back.

“Oh? Hold up…”

You craned your neck to the side as tears slipped down your face, and you paled as you saw his expression. He was smiling, almost cruelly as he rubbed your back in a sympathetic way.

“Sorry baby. We just got another request. A bunch of nipple play this time. My viewers are so weird haha. Anyways, I promise I’ll let you cum for real afterwards as a reward,” he assured you, and you whimpered as he loomed over you, fixing the camera to start the whole ordeal all over again with a wicked glint in his eye. You let out a terrified squeak. As much as you and him blamed the people who paid for these stupid videos, you didn’t think that anyone who didn’t enjoy their job would look so gleeful about it at the same time.

[corameiwrites]

𖦹 i want somebody to want 𖦹

pair: jason todd x gn!reader

plot: When you turn 21, the name of your soulmate appears on your forearm. Not everyone is born with a soulmate, and Jason Todd never thought he would have one. 

wc: 2k

authors note: I remember reading in a fic somewhere about the Wayne Scholarship, and I forgot who/where I read it exactly, so credit to them whoever they are. Also, some characters may seem a little ooc and tbh I don't really care. I had fun writing this which is all that matters, and I hope you have fun reading it!

pt. 2

The place Dick had dragged Jason to wasn’t all that bad, considering it was located in Blüdhaven. Unless it was near the University area, there was always something sinister and more corrupt happening under the alcohol, vomit, and blood-stained floors of Gotham bars. Normally no amount of bribery or guilting could make him voluntarily dress up and go out drinking with his older brother, but today was not normal. 

It was his twenty-first birthday. 

Meaning that by 11:59 tonight, if a name didn’t appear somewhere on one of his arms, he was destined to be alone. Not everyone is born with a soulmate, and realistically, after all the shit he’s been through, Jason Todd never thought he would have one. Despite that, there was some sort of dread slowly filling his body the more he thought about it. Maybe it was that small flame of the little boy he used to be—before Robin and the Bat and the Joker—igniting at the chance of finally having one. It was the same boy who would trace his parents’ names on their wrist, asking them to tell him once more how they met, what they felt seeing the names appear on their skin. Unfortunately, that little boy would be let down yet again by the end of the night. 

His plans had originally been to stay in his main apartment (the one where he stored all his books and indulged in a comfy couch), buy a 6-pack of the cheapest beer and get drunk alone. That was ruined, however, when he received multiple annoying texts from Dick, begging to go out for drinks tonight, specifying multiple times that it would be on him. Jason told himself the only reason he agreed was for the free drinks and to keep himself from checking his forearm every five goddamn seconds (a night out with Richard Grayson was known to be entertaining and unpredictable).

If it was Dicks plan to get Jason blackout drunk, he was doing a pretty good job of it. After agreeing he would be the designated driver, Dick had laid back on the drinks and only taken 3 of the five rounds of shots they had already ordered. Jason was opening up bit by bit, reminiscing on their childhood together. By his fifth shot, smiling seemed to come easier to Jason. 

Currently, they were both watching the flatscreen hung behind the bar showing a news channel covering Batman and Robin putting an end to another bank robbery. 

Dick pointed at the screen. “Damian learned that move from me.” 

“No, I taught him that.” 

“I’m the one who taught you that move when you were younger, big dummy,” Dick teased. 

“Oh, I forgot.” Jason's tone lost its joking edge, and Dick looked over at him. “You know,” he continued almost somberly. “Ever since coming back, I seem to forget a lot of things.” 

His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as Batman jumped out a window in pursuit of the bad guy. Robin shouted after him.

“You’ve been through hell and back, Todd. Normal people wouldn’t have been able to handle it the way you did.” 

“No, you see, that's the thing.” Jason's voice was frustrated, his previous smiles gone. His brows furrowed the longer he ranted. “I’m not normal. I cycle through apartments and bunkers like crazy to help me lay low. I sleep in until 3 pm and I put a helmet on to chase down crazy guys with guns for hours at night. The public knows me as some traumatized kid who somehow survived a terrorist attack.” He pauses to take a gulp of beer, slamming the glass onto the bar, lifting his arm to wipe his mouth. Dick watched his jacket slip down his arm.

“Jason–”

“I don’t have a home, I don’t have a stable routine, I don’t even have life insurance!” Dick had somehow managed to get the former deceased and outlaw brother of his drunk and ranting about life. And the worst part? Nobody was ever going to believe him.

“Jason,” Dick puts a hand on his younger brother's shoulder, gripping him like a vice. His eyes never left his arm. “Your soulmate.”

Both of them are silent for a moment. Jason sighs, shaking his head. 

“Damn, you're good at this.Yeah, it's about the soulmate thing.”

“You fucking idiot,” Dick slaps him on the back of his head. “Look at your arm!” 

Dick watched as Jason stared him in the eyes, his brain clearly trying to catch up with what his brother was insinuating. When he finally looked down, it was comedic the way his eyes bulged at the fresh ink on his left arm. Dick tried his best to keep his excitement at bay, biting back his proud smile. His grumpy, tough, and borderline psychotic little brother had a soulmate. After a couple more seconds of silence, Jason cursed under his breath.

“I’m too sober for this,” Jason mumbled, chugging down the rest of his beer.  

Dick laughs, waving the bartender over and handing him a card to close their tab. Jason slams the empty cup down, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. “I have a soulmate.”

“Yeah man, congratulations!” Dick pats his brother on the back, but recoils at Jason turning abruptly and staring him dead in the eye. 

“I have a soulmate.”

“I…yeah, you do bud.”

“...I have a soulmate.” He repeats, annunciating each word, as if he can’t believe it. “I need to find them,” Jason says, standing and walking towards the exit of the bar. 

“Woah, Jason–” Dick hurriedly stands, apologetically yelling for the bartender and grabbing his card. Rushing outside, he sees Jason recklessly crossing the street to the parking lot. “Slow down!” 

Jason stands awkwardly next to Richard Grayson's blue convertible, clambering over the door and into the passenger seat. Dick watches from across the street, shaking his head with a smile, making his way to the car. He couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed with Jasons drunken behavior. 

Hopping in the driver's seat, Dick puts the keys into the ignition. “Alright loverboy, where are we going?”

“The mansion,” Jason struggles to get his seatbelt on (Dick intervenes). “The Batcave’s computer can find anyone.”

“Huh. That’s actually really smart considering you're drunk.” 

“I’m not. Just shut up and drive.”

Dick laughs, hitting the gas pedal and doing as he was told.

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Bruce was home early, having quickly left the bank robbers tied up as Gordons responsibility. Currently, he was sitting in the library going over a case file. Damian had already gone to bed when he had gotten an alert of a vehicle coming up the manor's driveway. He checked the security cameras in the garage and was shocked to see his eldest rushing to the passenger side of the car to stop his sluggish brother from falling out. At first, Bruce had thought that he was poisoned or impaired in some way. He called for Alfred, asking him to prepare the medical rooms to tend to Jason. A few short minutes later, he heard faint voices approaching. 

“I used to live here before I died, I know where I’m going.”

“Clearly not, we passed the entrance already.”

“The old man has a sensor on that door. We need to take the entrance in one of the bookshelves, they don’t notify him when someone enters.”  No one but Alfred was supposed to know that. 

“I doubt it’ll matter, he’s out fighting crime with—oh shit!” Bruce watched through his freakish peripheral vision as two figures hurriedly backed away from the doorway of the library. “Code Bat! Code Bat!” Dicks voice had dropped to a whisper, though not so quiet that Bruce couldn’t hear. 

“B’s here?” A head with a white streak of hair popped through the doorway before quickly vanishing. “Oh no.” 

“It’s only 11:45, what is he doing lounging around?”

Bruce chuckled quietly, now coming to the realization that they weren’t drugged or in danger; they were just drunk. Jason especially, which made sense. Quietly, he sent Alfred a message telling him to disregard the request. He feigned ignorance to their presence, going as far as flipping pages of the case file in his lap while they bickered, attempting to formulate a plan. Listening in to their not very secretive conversation, Bruce deduced that they had come to find Jason's soulmate on the Bat computer. It was his 21st afterall, and why else would he come drunkenly to the home he tried so hard to stay away from? Bruce found himself smiling for the boy. He had been through so much, and he deserved to have some good in his life. He only hoped that whoever they were, they took care of him in places where Bruce failed. 

Sighing exaggeratedly, he stood, stretched and slowly made his way to the doorway, listening as the two brothers hushed. He allowed himself one last second of respite before wiping the smile off his face and walking out into the dark hallway. Dick stood alone, leaning against the wall and whistling. He turned his head, seeing Bruce standing, observing him. 

“Oh, hey Bruce! I’ve been looking for you.” Dick pushed off the wall, going to stand next to his Father. “I thought I’d visit, wait for you to get home, but you’re here!”

“What do you need?” 

“Oh nothing much,” taking Bruce's arm, he began to drag him in the opposite direction, past the library. “I just got nostalgic, and wanted to take a trip down memory lane with my Pops.” 

“You smell like alcohol.”

“Like I said, I was feeling nostalgic!”

Dick rattled on, leading him down the dark halls, and Bruce noticed Jason slipping into the library. He smiled, turning his attention back to his eldest. He couldn’t find himself to be angry about his sons keeping secrets from him. If he felt anything about tonight's endeavor, it was disappointment. Bruce Wayne had taught his sons to be sneakier than they had been tonight. 

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Jason, in his drunken haste, had almost tripped down the short flight of steps leading to the massive computer. He couldn't really blame the alcohol though—it was his fault for looking down at his arm every couple seconds, as though the black ink would fade away before he ever found out who you were. Even if it did, he had already committed the name to memory.

He knew how many letters were in your name, the number of syllables in the different parts of it. Despite this, he hadn’t yet spoken it out loud. For the last 30 minutes of his life, every breath he took held a certain weight to it, and the beating of his heart had persisted to be about 120 beats per minute.

He blamed it on the alcohol, but logically he knew the reason.

 That little boy—the one he thought was dead and buried—was coming back to life, crawling his way out of the depths of Jason and settling into his gut. 

His hand shook as he typed the name, every click of the keyboard ringing dully in his skull. Inhaling deeply, Jason hesitated for only a moment before clicking enter. Your name popped up surprisingly quickly, specifically registered under the “Wayne Scholarship” file.

His hand moved by its own volition and the link was clicked, a government ID popping up on the display. 

Staring up at the photo of you in awe, his eyes flickered to the name and back to the photo, unbelieving that this was you. Your simple beauty was evident even through the low quality government ID.

He stared for a while, just taking in you. It was a little odd looking at the huge screen, knowing that you two were made for each other. The thought only made his heart speed up even more. 

Digging into your file, he finds that you’re 20 and won’t be turning 21 for another seven months. The knowledge that he knows and you don’t makes him nauseous.

Clenching the edge of the table, he remembers that the reason he found you so quick was due to the Wayne Scholarship. You moved to Gotham for your third year of college to attend Gotham University, with most of the tuition paid for as long as you agree to stay away from any and all crime. Suddenly, he had found another reason to be thankful that Bruce was filthy rich. Your current residence was an old apartment complex in the University area, which was for the most part, free of crime. The more information he got from Bruce Wayne's files, the more his stomach fluttered. 

That little boy was practically jumping up and down inside of him, chanting over and over again, “I knew it! I knew we would have a soulmate!”. As the information sunk in, he began to shake more violently, and he felt like his legs were barely holding his weight. In fear of throwing up or collapsing on the floor (or both), he fell backwards into Bruce's chair. A tear slid down Jason’s cheek, and then another, and another. 

For the first time in a long time, Jason Todd sobbed.

[no-144444]

new meetings- o.piastri

summary: oscar is terrified for you to meet his family, funnily enough, you already know a few of them...

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! famous! reader

a/n: PRAYING FOR AN OP81 WIN TOMORROW

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Mae was a very convincing person when she wanted to be, and being her big brother, Oscar genuinely wanted to give her whatever she wanted. But meeting you? That was something he was dreading. 

He’d made the mistake of leaving his phone on the counter unlocked when he was making dinner, and she saw your messages in his phone. What followed was a very awkward explanation that you two had been seeing each other for the past few months, but he wasn’t going to introduce you to his family yet, he just… wasn’t ready. Which was fair. But Nicole protested, and so did all of his sisters, so he had no choice but to offer you a paddock pass for Australia, and hope you were busy. 

You weren’t. And you were much too supportive of him to not attend. So he was, in simple terms, fucked. 

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“You can’t be weird,” he sighed as he walked his sisters through the paddock. “Just be… normal.” 

“We are being normal, you’re the one sweating right now,” Hattie chuckled. 

Oscar pulled at the collar of his team kit, and genuinely prayed hiss otters wouldn’t be so awkward with you. He didn’t want to scare you off. 

“Come on Osc, we’re cool!” Tim chuckled, clapping a hand on his back. “Jesus, you are sweaty,” he mumbled as he wiped his hand on his shorts. 

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. 

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You sat with Alex Dunne, one of the development drivers who was in F2, just chatting casually. 

“Osc, hey,” you smiled easily, wrapping your arms around his neck, then grimacing. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, but his voice was much too high, and his grip on your waist was much too tight. You raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry about what’s going to happen now,” he whispered and kissed your cheek. 

You turned your head and saw his family, but also your great Pilates buddy, Nicole. Your jaw dropped as hers did at the same time. “Nicole? Shut up!” You clapped a hand over your mouth, a soft laugh coming out. She walked up to you and wrapped her arms around you in a gentle hug. “How are you?” You asked, hugging her back. 

Oscar looked between the two of you, shocked. 

“I’m great! How are you sweetheart?” She asked, looking you over. “You look beautiful.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled brightly. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” you smiled. 

She pulled you in again. “When are you coming back to Pilates?” She begged and you giggled. 

“Soon, I promise. I just finished filming in Toronto so I’m back in Australia for the foreseeable, lest Oscar needs my support at races,” you beamed, looking at him with all the pride in the world. His face was contorted into one of confusion and mild disgust? You stared at him and cupped his cheek, curious. “What’s wrong?”

“You know my mum?” He questioned. 

“Of course I do,” you shrugged. “We do Pilates together.”

Again, he was perplexed about the fact neither of you had mentioned it. “I know I’m bad at telling people things, but this is next level.”

Nicole scoffed. “Who didn’t tell me they were extending their contract?” 

He was pretty quiet after that. 

“I’m Mae!” She interjected, walking up beside you and Nicole. “I’m a huge fan.”

Oscar face-planted. So cool. 

“Nice to meet you Mae, I’m Y/n,” you smiled, pulling her in for a hug. 

“I’m Hattie,” she smiled, greeting you. “I got you this,” she handed you a sticker of Oscar as a sonny angel. You gasped, taking it from her hand. 

“I love it!” You beamed. “It’s so cute, thank you so much!”

Never did Oscar ever think he’d see himself as a sonny angel, but he did know it was right up your alley, and some of the anxiety in his chest eased as he watched you effortlessly mix with his family. 

“I’m Tim,” he stepped forward. 

“Fuck off Tim,” you chuckled, pulling him into a hug. “How are you?”

Oscar was once again confused. 

“I'm great, Bug, thank you,” he smiled. “How are you?”

“Bug?” Oscar commented, but it was drowned out by the conversation flowing freely, Eddie joining in. 

He watched for about 30 minutes with a bright smile on his face as you mixed in perfectly with his family. 

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His hands trailing up your shirt, exposing skin as the sun set outside the window. The way his lips were moving against yours, the way his hands felt on your body, the way he reacted to the things you were doing. He was addictive. 

“How do you know my stepdad?” Oscar questioned as he pulled back from kissing you. You looked up at him, unimpressed. You propped yourself up on your elbows. 

“You think about Tim when we’re making out?” You questioned and the look on his face was enough to tell you he didn’t. You chuckled. “I’ve worked with him before.”

“Where?”

“On a film,” you explained. “When I was really young.”

He nodded, and lay beside you. “How didn’t I know this?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, Ithink I would’ve mentioned it if I thought it was important.”

“And you know my mum?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded and kissed his cheek, trying to get him back into the mood. “Pilates.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you lay on top of him, pressing kisses to his neck. “And I didn’t know this?”

“Evidently not,” you smirked. “Did you feel the need to?”

“I don’t know,” he huffed. “I was just so…-”

“Nervous? For today?” You stifled a laugh. He shot you a dirty look and you chuckled. “I didn’t notice, actually.” 

He huffed and nodded. “It was pretty obvious,” he sighed, burying his head in your neck. “I don’t know, maybe I would’ve just… been a little less stressed if I knew you knew them already,” he shrugged. “I just… maybe wouldn’t have been so-”

“Anal?” You offered. “Militarial?”

“Worried,” he finished for himself as he shot you yet another dirty look, making you laugh, yet again. 

“Why would you be worried?” You questioned, cupping his cheeks. “I love you.”

He rolled his eyes, trying to stop his heart beat from racing and attempting to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. “I love you too,” he admitted. “But I’m afraid I’m going to scare you away.” 

You stared at him with a raised eyebrow, and sat up (aka you straddled him which meant this conversation was going to be a lot harder to keep his mind on. Also, harder- did you see what I did there 😝). “Why would you scare me away?” You gently pulled a hand through his hair. 

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I don’t have a regular job, I’m weirdly famous, I drive very dangerous cars, I’m extremely awkward at all of your events, I’m-“ 

“I love you, Osc. Anything you say won’t change that,” you shook your head. “I love you.”

It hit him deep in the chest, so much he was sure it would’ve made him double over, had he been standing. A soft smile crept its way onto his face and he pulled you down to kiss him again. Your hands traveled under his shirt, and the kiss was back. 

“I love you too,” he mumbled against your lips. You pulled back and tried not to notice how beautiful you looked with swollen lips and smushed lipstick, but it was pretty hard not to. “So fucking much.”

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[avelera]

*whispers* Viktor never once says anything mean or belittling to Jayce after they become partners. Not one insulting "you" statement, not one disagreement where he doesn't remained focused on the point of contention. He never makes ad hominem attacks, he never insults Jayce's appearance or intelligence.

Literally the single meanest thing he says to Jayce that could be considered a "you" statement is "Your mind has become rigid." Basically, he's saying that Jayce has suffered so much recently that it's closed his mind to broader intellectual possibilities like, that is barely an insult, and clearly Viktor just means it as a statement of fact, if not a challenge for Jayce to joyously consider possibilities again. And by the way? That statement is when Viktor is in his full his villain arc. It's remarkable because it's the only time he's pointed out a perceived flaw in Jayce since the night when he questioned if Jayce signed his notes out of being egotistical.

From the moment Jayce told Viktor about how beautiful magic could be, arguably once Jayce became a person to Viktor rather than a subject of academic discipline or skepticism, Viktor has not once leveled a personal attack against him as a person. Not even during the fight on the bridge. Not even when he called Jayce's Councilor work a waste of our time. Not even when Jayce was considering making Hextech weapons, Viktor still remained focused on the substance of the argument, expressed incredulity, anger, even disgust that Jayce would consider making weapons, but he never said it was because Jayce was stupid or privileged or blind. He pointed out specifically that he knew Jayce felt trapped by the decision, he knew Jayce was being manipulated, and then, in a very pointed manner, Viktor reminded Jayce that there's always a choice, challenging Jayce to stand firm and do what was right.

Even when they parted ways in 2.02, Viktor didn't say there was anything wrong with Jayce. He just said their paths had diverged, again not saying anything was wrong with Jayce, or even his choices, but rather that they're two different people who had stayed together longer than their diverging goals normally would have allowed because of the affection they held for each other.

I don't know, I get why people write Viktor as catty or mean or dismissive of Jayce. There's definitely some quotes from the day they met, before they become partners, that lend to the idea that Viktor can be quite dry and sharp with others. And conflict is the stuff of good fiction so again, totally get putting some conflict between him and Jayce in fic.

But I also think there's a tendency in derivative works like fic to Flanderize the characters, or worse, put them into narrow archetype boxes that are vastly different from their more interesting and nuanced canon selves.

How many times have we seen a wiggly man/straight man or blue vs. red personality partnership duo? How often have we seen those partners not be able to fucking stand each other, who are bickering all the time, who are snide or backtalk, or are perpetually sarcastic?

It's so common that I get why people see it with Jayce and Viktor but that's why it's so damn fascinating to me that they aren't like that.

Jayce and Viktor don't suffer each other unwillingly at any point, even when they're having a goddamn flying superhero fight in the final episode they're talking about how they're happy to see each other and praying that the other will please step away from this destructive path! They don't want to hurt each other, even verbally!

During the years of their partnership, they're constantly delighted by the other's presence, they are instantly comfortable together and never have a bad word to say to or about each other. They actually don't bicker! When they have disagreements, they stay entirely focused on the point of the disagreement and they never dip into personal attacks of any kind.

Even the tone of the time Jayce yells at him on the bridge, arguably their most acrimonious moment in the whole first season, isn't an actual argument, no more than a parent yelling at their child for running into traffic is an argument. Jayce says awful things but it's clear his anger comes from fear for Viktor and for their precarious situation. And it's clear this is a deeply unusual moment for both of them, Viktor is taken aback at how unusual it is, Jayce once called out backs down immediately, arguably because it's so unnatural for them to fight at all that it takes the wind out of the sails of Jayce's anger instantly when he realizes he's crossed a line.

No one can drag a bad word about Viktor out of Jayce, and vice versa! When Singed implies that Viktor might lose loved ones over his choices, Viktor immediately (and correctly!) states that Jayce will understand.

They are rigorously protective of one another too. Arguably all the times Viktor excludes Jayce from his Hexcore experiments in S1 is to protect him from his reckless and likely illegal experiments (as well as not wanting Jayce to stop him and wanting to live, but it can be many things). Jayce constantly cites Viktor as his partner and constantly reiterates that Viktor is his priority in life, that saving Viktor comes first. Jayce overthrows the goddamn founder of the city in order to protect Viktor!

Jayce's love for Viktor is so extreme that literally in S2, the only person who can convince Jayce to hurt Viktor, after seeing the post-apocalyptic Hell of a future that is caused by him, is Viktor himself. Jayce doesn't even get mad at Viktor after he learns Viktor is the cause of what he saw! He is instead desperate to get back, to avert the damage caused by their joint work in Hextech, and saved Viktor from the fate worse than death that is Mage Viktor's total isolation in the aftermath. And every step of the way, even knowing what he knows it's clear he's in agony at the thought of having to raise a hand to Viktor at all.

Now of course I'm getting into just how insane their love for one another gets in S2, but I just feel so baffled sometimes reading fic where Viktor is constantly undercutting, insulting, or belittling Jayce every which way. He never once does that after the partnership begins. And it makes me so insane because we have so many partnerships in media that do devolve into sarcasm, cattiness, and backbiting but Jayce and Viktor aren't one of them and that's really really fucking interesting and worthy of exploration I think.

[genderqueerdykes]

btw 'syscourse' and plural infighting isn't accomplishing anything. back in the late 90s and early 2000s, the only communities and resources for plurals that were widely available were for and by non-traumagenic systems. the only people who were advocating for normalizing and accepting plurality on a large scale were non-traumagenic systems. if you did research into plurality 10 - 15 years ago, most of the results that came up would have been experiences written by spiritual and natural plurals.

many people at the time were expressing their dislike of forcing every single plural to identify as if they had trauma- many found this insulting to themselves, and rightfully so! no one should be forced to identify in a way they don't agree with just to rightfully be a part of a community they already occupy. this obsession with "you can only be plural if you have trauma" has only come about extremely recently. i found out about plurality through the otherkin community. i was actually told about DID by someone in the spiritual plurality community. people don't seem to understand that most non-traumagenic systems have respect for traumagenic systems and don't gatekeep their spaces to prevent us from entering.

older plural spaces on the web like healthymultiplicity accepted all plurals. the goal of the community was to show that you can live as plural and not have it be a tragedy or something to "fix". if anything, folks with dissociative disorders owe a LOT to non-traumagenic systems for pushing to normalize plurality without implying that we HAVE to integrate our headmates and try to stop being plural. a huge part of the early online plural community was there to push that plurals can and do live happy lives and shouldn't view their plurality as a bad thing

it's not going to make singlet society see us in a better light. it's not going to get people to understand plurality better. it's not going to get us better mental health resources. it's not going to improve the quality of care for dissociative and traumagenic systems. all you're doing is bullying someone else that you don't understand simply because you don't agree with them.

you're not going to recover from your trauma or understand your own plurality better by denying the existence of other types of plurality. you're not "making the community safer" by gatekeeping. telling other people how their brains work is policing their identities. whether or not you want to accept it, if you forcefully kick endos out of plural spaces, you are the cop you claim to hate.

fighting with people on your own team will never net you a victory. to every other dissociative and traumagenic system: endos are on your side. you are wearing the same jersey. you are made of the same flesh and blood. enough. come together to share your similarities instead of fighting over differences. celebrate the diversity that plurality offers. don't take someone else's identity personally. someone can share the space with you without having to match exactly how you identify. diversity is what makes a community thrive.

[astrologydray]

how each Moon sign really acts when they catch feelings

🔥 Fire Moons (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) – “Too Hot to Handle”

🔥 Aries Moon – Catches feelings like they’re catching a flight—immediate and full speed ahead. Will text first, show off, and initiate plans within five minutes of realizing they like you. If you play hard to get, they’ll get frustrated but secretly love the chase. Might accidentally scare you off by saying “I like you” too soon, then ghosting to regain their power.

🔥 Leo Moon – Starts acting like the main character whenever their crush is around. Will lowkey flex their achievements, dress their best, and drop hints about how many people want them (but they only have eyes for you). If you don’t gas them up, they’ll act so unbothered but will die inside waiting for your attention.

🔥 Sagittarius Moon – Pretends they don’t care, but you’ll catch them talking about you nonstop. Will flirt shamelessly, send unhinged memes, and suggest spontaneous trips or adventures (”We should totally get lost in another city together”). If they start overthinking or acting nervous, just know they’re down bad.

🌍 Earth Moons (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn) – “Slow Burn or Nothing”

🌍 Taurus Moon – Acts normal on the outside but is already imagining cuddling with you in a cabin with scented candles and matching pajamas. Will observe you for weeks before making a move. Once they start cooking for you or sending “Did you eat?” texts, it’s over—you’re theirs.

🌍 Virgo Moon – Analyzes the hell out of their feelings and yours. Reads into every text like it’s a conspiracy theory. Will start fixing your life as an excuse to be around—helping you organize, sending you self-improvement tips, or reminding you to stay hydrated. If they start playfully judging your bad habits, just know they’re in love.

🌍 Capricorn Moon – Keeps their feelings under lock and key but will start showing up for you in practical ways. Will make sure you’re safe, send you career advice, and randomly buy you things you mentioned once (“I noticed you like this brand, so I got it for you”). If they let their guard down emotionally, you’ve unlocked a rare achievement.

💨 Air Moons (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius) – “Flirting or Just Existing?”

💨 Gemini Moon – Spams your notifications with memes, random facts, and ”haha this reminded me of you” texts. Will find excuses to talk to you ALL DAY. If they suddenly go silent or act distant, they either like you a little too much and are freaking out or got distracted by another crush for five seconds.

💨 Libra Moon – Starts romanticizing your whole existence and lowkey stalking your socials to figure out your aesthetic. Will flirt with you subtly and test your interest before making a move. If you’re too slow, they’ll start acting uninterested just to regain the upper hand—but if you flirt back, they’ll MELT.

💨 Aquarius Moon – Gets weirder around you. If they start sending you deep philosophical thoughts at 2 AM or randomly trauma-dumping in a way that makes no sense���congrats, they like you. Will act detached, but inside they’re spiraling, wondering if you’re “The One.” If they start saying “You’re not like other people”, RUN—they’re already planning your future together.

🌊 Water Moons (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces) – “Emotionally Unstable (In a Cute Way)”

🌊 Cancer Moon – Catches feelings like a 2000s rom-com protagonist—deeply, dramatically, and with a hint of delusion. Will make playlists about you, stare at your texts like they hold the secrets of the universe, and secretly get upset if you take too long to reply. If they start randomly bringing up childhood stories, they’re trying to bond with you for life.

🌊 Scorpio Moon – Acts completely normal on the surface but is secretly OBSESSED. Will watch you like a detective gathering evidence. Will test you by pulling back to see if you chase them (if you do, they’ll fall even harder). Once they’re in, they’re ALL in—ride or die, no in-between.

🌊 Pisces Moon – Catches feelings before anything even happens. Already daydreaming about holding hands in the rain before you’ve even had a real conversation. Will drop hints through music, poetry, or vague Instagram stories and hope you just know. If they start being extra shy or spacing out around you, they’re picturing your wedding.