#PLEASE dave what must i do

[naboosands]

There’s only one thing I want from the Ahsoka show

[luveline]

bEGGING for something with the marauders with drunk reader at a halloween party!!! make it literally anything you want follow ur heart ily and ur writing is AMAZING!!!!

thank you, ily ♡ modern au, fem

The rugby uniform felt like a funny idea at the time, but now you're cold and wondering how James manages to stay warm when he plays. You must ask him. 

He sits on the couch with Remus and another friend, Frank. You like Frank but he's not one of your boys, leaving you no options —you have to slide yourself between Remus and James, emphasis on have to. Remus touches your waist unthinkingly as you do, like he might catch you if you fell. 

James is ecstatic to see you as always. "Where have you been? I was about to send out the search party." 

He's been very, very pleased with you upon the reveal of your costume. Like, pleased enough to take a handful of your thigh and squeeze at the soft inner part greedily. You lean back into Remus, enjoying the feeling and wanting his comfort. He's used to it, and  he adapts by pressing his face indulgently to the side of your head. 

You giggle. This is usually a nice feeling, but drunk? You're euphoric. 

"You can't stray too far, lovely, I need my victim," Remus says. 

"Where have your fangs gone?" you ask, pointing at your neck. "I made the bite mark so perfect. Everyone will think I have rabies if you don't commit." 

James laughs like you're hilarious. Later, you'll find out that you didn't quite say every word that you thought you said, and that you'd been slurring your words into one another to create Frankenstein's sentences. 

"Everybody already thinks you have rabies," James says. He's wearing a chef's costume from a show he likes, a white shirt that's sleeves strain against his biceps and a blue apron. Sirius spent an hour drawing tattoos into his brown skin with a sharpie. "That's why we've decided to put you down." 

"I'll have one last night of passion with her first, if you don't mind," Sirius says, announcing his presence. 

You like the sound of that, lifting yourself away from the other two boys and their touches to take Sirius' fine hands. He's in a button up and tie, the sticker on his chest proudly proclaiming, Hello, my name is: Dave.

"You're here to kiss me, right?" you ask.

Sirius grins and presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. "My little alcoholic, you smell like lambrini. What did we say about lambrini?" 

"Uh, that it makes me sloppy drunk." 

"Exactly!" He kisses your cheek, working an arm around your shoulder as though showing you off with pride to the other boys. "My darling, you're so smart." 

"Not that smart, she still drank the lambrini." 

"Remus, don't start," Sirius admonishes. "You just hate that she chooses me when she's drunk." 

"You're her enabler," James says, "of course she does. But before she was drunk she chose to dress as me for Halloween, so if anyone is the favourite–" 

"Oh, please don't start," Remus says. 

The boys start, arguing over who your favourite is. It's a silly pass time with no real merit but no malice, either, and you're just drunk enough to goad them on. "Maybe Remus should be my favourite. After all, he's my vampire. Our love is, like, eternal." 

The furrowed brow he gets whenever the other two boys debate slips. "It's so eternal," he says, nodding confidently. "Quite right, dove." 

"Eternal doesn't mean better." 

"Then what does it mean, Sirius?" 

You decide that James' lap looks comfortable and that you might be here for a long time, so you push his legs down flat and sit carefully (not very carefully in reality, but in your heart) on his thighs, socked feet pulled up onto the couch, sideways and skewiff in his company. 

"Well, obvious winner," James says, encompassing your back with a big arm, pulling you into him. Under his hand your shoulders feel like a more delicate system; you aren't necessarily small, but his touch feels so everywhere, a pervasive feeling of safety and comfort in the palm of his hand where it grasps you. 

"You have the more comfortable seat," Sirius says nonchalantly. "It means nothing." 

Remus pulls one of your socks up where it's slipping down your calf and Sirius interrupts the arguing to ask if you need a glass of water. You don't have favourites. They're each incredibly lovely in their own way. 

[januaryembrs]

Hi! May I have a hot chocolate with Aaron Hotchner and a splash of angst please?

OVERPROTECTIVE | Aaron Hotchner x Reader

description: keeping your relationship with your boss is difficult when he gets so damn overprotective

length: 2.5k (Em doesn't know how to go small on things)

warnings: mention of a knife? mention of feeling sick? mention of a wound?

“Sit down, Agent,” His voice was a growl that made you stop loading up your gun, Emily and Derek freezing in their seats to witness the catfight when they caught the heated glare exchanged between the two of you. Your fingers paused on the cartridge, clicking it into the ammunition vault before switching your glock onto the safety, turning to face your boyfriend with a sneer on your face. 

“Agent?” You tested the water with a raised brow, seeing if he would double down with his attitude once he seemed to have realised he had crossed some sort of line with his words. 

“Prentiss and Morgan are going after the suspect, I want you here with Reid mapping out the geographical profile,” He ordered his teams, though you were quick to catch how he couldn’t meet your eyes as he turned to Dave, his fingers fixing his cuffs the way he did when he was thinking about something, “Dave, I want you with JJ at hostage negotiation, he still has the girls and might not be willing to give them up so easily-”

“Surely we’d be more use in the field, I mean, we’ve gotten pretty much everything out of the profile that we can.” Reid tried to point out, only for Hotch to turn to him with a scathing frown. 

“Is there something wrong with the orders I’ve given, Reid?” Aaron asked, his tone particularly cold, and Spencer was quick to look flustered, ever the teachers pet who loathed being told off. 

“N-no I just thought,” He spluttered, quickly packing up his files as Hotch gave him a sharp look, “We’ll stay here, it’s fine,” 

Your Unit Chief barely acknowledged him as he huffed, turning and heading for his office, “Wheels up in ten,” 

But you weren’t going to let him slip away that easily, especially not with an attitude like that. 

“Baby girl, think about what you’re doing here,” Morgan tried to call as you paced after him, your expression ruthless as you stalked behind the man, “Starting a fight with the boss is not going to win you any favours, sweetheart,” 

Except he wasn’t just your boss, only they didn’t know that. 

Aaron could tell you were hot on his heels even without hearing Morgan’s desperate attempt to help. To them, it must look like one of their colleagues was about to make a huge misjudgement on just how harsh their boss could be when he wanted to. Every single one of the BAU had gone head to head with Aaron at some point, it was only natural for eight people who spent day in, day out with one another, but not one of them had left the interaction feeling good about themselves. 

As a boyfriend, Aaron was almost a complete antithesis of who he was at work. His words were butter smooth, his touch gentle as lace, his heart surprisingly tender for a man who had seen the worst humanity had to offer. And he respected you, he was kind, he was soft and mallowed out, and it had started bleeding into his demeanour at work in the five months you’d been dating. He’d come to work with a skip in his step, you showing up around five minutes later now you guys had coordinated sitting in his car for a little longer to avoid suspicion. Aaron seemed to find your eyes in moments of worry, and it usually only took a small smile or a passing touch of your hands that could easily be explained as an accident to calm him down. 

But he had changed last week, when an UnSub had managed to catch your shoulder with a knife.

It was a surface scratch, nothing a few stitches and a dose of painkillers hadn’t cleared up, and you could already feel the scab peeling off, but since then Aaron had been stiflingly overbearing at work. 

You shut the door behind you, already seeing the way he rubbed at his temple with calloused hands, and you knew the sigh was coming even before you heard it, low and tired, like he didn’t want this argument here. 

“What the hell was that?” You said, your tone clipped as you stared furiously at his broad shoulder blades where he still had his back to you, “Spencer did nothing wrong, he was just trying to help, and he’s totally right, we’d be so much more use with Morgan and Prentiss-”

“If you have an issue with how I run my unit, you can take it up with Strauss,” Aaron snapped, barely looking over his shoulder, “Until then, I expect my orders to be followed, agent,”  

You crossed your arms over your chest, and he knew by the way you’d gone quiet you were staring daggers at him. Taking a shaking breath, he looked at you finally, and felt his resolve crumble almost immediately when he saw how truly seething you were. So much so he didn’t even catch the hurt in your expression until you began speaking. 

“Is it just ‘agent’, now?” You asked, your voice cracking as you swallowed quickly, “It’s not honey, or love, or sweetheart? Or is that only when you want the girlfriend version of me.”

Aaron stopped, whatever witted and crass remark that had about to fly out of his mouth vanishing, and he wished the rest of the team would just clear out of the floor, because he wanted nothing more than to pull you in for a tight hug and tell you in every way he thought possible that he was sorry he was being so cruel. 

But he couldn’t. Because he could feel their eyes on the two of you from here. Here he had to be SSA Aaron Hotchner. Here he couldn’t protect you when creeps were coming at you with knives or stalking women who could easily be your twin. Here he had to stop himself from being so pliant under your touch. 

“You know why I can’t,” He said coldly, his eyes begging and weak, yet they were the only thing that gave him away. His jaw was tense and his brows furrowed, and to anyone else on the floor it looked like he was giving you a stern talking to. 

Except you just scowled, “Can’t be my boyfriend or can’t stop worrying that something is going to happen to me in the field?” You said, and his lips pressed together tightly, because sometimes he hated not being the only one in the relationship that was a profiler. Of course you knew what it was about, you’d seen it in his face when the two of you were being intimate and he caught sight of the bandage, how he’d been completely distracted and tense for the rest of the evening, “That’s what this is about, right? All of this for a tiny cut on my shoulder that’s going to be gone within a week?” 

“Two inches to the right and that guy could slashed your throat,” He snapped, the truth a sore spot for him, and you shook your head, throwing your hands up in despair. 

“How many hits have you taken, Aaron, huh?” You bit back, and he ground his teeth for lack of response, “It’s an occupational hazard, it’s not a big deal, I mean Reid and Penelope have taken bullets for us, I just think you’re being a little overprotective here,”

“I can’t lose you, can you not see that?” He snarled back, his voice rising so high with his frustration he felt his cheeks warm, and in a split second he looked like a wounded animal stuck in a bear trap, cornered and scared and waiting on the inevitable. 

Your mouth dropped in guilt, the fight dying out of your chest because you got it then, you got it why he was being so defensive. He was too slow to stop something from happening to Hayley, and here, right in front of him, was his sparkly new girlfriend risking her life like that wouldn’t be anyone’s worst nightmare. 

You felt terrible, and judging by the way he seemed to bite the inside of his cheek, he did too. Perhaps for shouting at you, perhaps just for being too intense for a relatively new relationship, but before you could attempt to come to an understanding, Spencer opened the door, his eyes shooting between the two of you as the silence became a medium for your tension.

“Rossi wants to know if you guys are ready to head out?” He asked sheepishly, waiting for another snarl of anger from his boss, only to see Hotch looking more like he had a sour gummy shoved in his mouth as he avoided all eye contact. 

“We’re staying to do the profile, Spence,” You said solemnly, and he seemed to not want to poke at a sleeping bear, nodding and leading the two of you out to the drawing board, flicking one last look at Aaron where he was sorting some files around his desk, most likely looking for something to keep his shaking hands busy. 

Sighing, you closed the door behind you and tried to ignore the pain in your shoulder. 

–

He thinks you’ve probably caught the subway home with Spencer by the time they get back. The sixth floor is quiet, his bag heavy with the reports he could easily leave for Monday morning, except he wants to take his mind off the fight the two of you had. He cuts through the middle of the desks, Emily’s coffee cold and stale, Spencer’s cardigan stranded on his chair. He thinks about how he could show the youngest agent he’s sorry, because he shouldn’t have snapped like that, shouldn’t have made him feel small just because you were so totally in the right to be looking at him like that. 

He was immediately confronted with your coat and bag when he opened the door to his office, the two of them leaning against his filing cabinet like they were waiting for him, and he thought it was strange until he saw the culprit, or more so saw your shoes placed neatly under the sofa, your socked feet peeking over the end of the cushions. 

His gaze trailed to your face, calm and smoothed out, like he hadn’t seen the way a frown marred your face that moment he’d left the office as you’d been consulting the giant map he’d pinned up in the round table room. You were fast asleep, one hand tucked beneath your head as a pillow, your knees squishing out to accommodate your body on the two-seater.

Aaron drew a deep breath, gently sliding his bag off his shoulder and letting it sit on the floor beside your shoes, his hand immediately reaching for your calf with a gossamer soft embrace, his fingers squeezing you lightly and dancing up the length of your leg up to your hip. His other hand found home on your head, caressing the roots of your hair as he murmured your name. 

He said it again, a little louder, when you didn’t stir, and it was only then that your eyes fluttered behind your lids. Blinking slowly in the low light of his office, his desk lamp the only source of beige glow, you smiled on instinct when you saw his brown, puppy-dog stare, kicked and hurt as he looked down at you. 

Which was when it came back to you in a shooting pain, the last time you’d spoken, the tone and formality, as if he didn’t know you at all outside of these four walls. 

“You waiting for me?” He asked, his hand continuing its rhythm over your crown, and you nodded under his attentive gaze. 

“I didn’t want to go home alone, I wanted to make sure we were okay, and I knew you’d come here,” You said, and he smiled with an exhausted expression like he had the weight of the world bearing down on his back.

“Of course we’re okay, honey,” He replied, his hand migrating from your waist to grab your knuckles, bringing them to his dry lips to kiss softly. He sighed softly, looking down to where your fingers meshed together, “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. Or Reid. But especially not you,”

You let go of his rough fingers to bring a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek gently so he would look at you with those mournful noir hues. 

“Aaron, I’m gonna get bruised sometimes. This probably won’t be the last time, and it probably won’t be the worst one either,” He grit his teeth like the thought of it being even deeper, in an even more lethal spot, made him physically ill, “But I need you to trust in me, trust that I’m going to do everything to come home to you at the end of the day, the same way you do everything to come back to me. Alright?” 

Aaron sighed, leaning in to press his forehead to yours as you nudged your nose against his. 

“You make it so difficult for me to think straight when I’m meant to be your boss, you know that?” He murmured, and there was something boyishly teasing in his tone as he did so, so much so you smiled with him. Leaning in, you kissed him softly on the mouth, your hand moving to the back of his head to pull him closer 

“You will apologise, won’t you? For hurting Spencer’s feelings,” You implored, breaking away from the embrace for a moment, until Aaron tried to dodge your question by kissing over your jaw. But you stood your ground, despite the fact you felt your eyes fluttering in pleasure, “Aaron, he’s sensitive,” 

“First thing Monday morning, I promise,” He said, though you half guessed it was just to please you, since he was already aiming for your neck, his hand grazing the hem of your shirt. 

“So, I know we’re in work, but I take it this is boyfriend Aaron I have now,” He hummed in confirmation, your skin pliant and warm under his lips, and he caught the splutter in your breath when he kissed your jugular the way you liked, “Okay well seeing as you’re boyfriend Aaron, I got to tell you, honey, my boss was being a total worms-for-brains today,” 

Aaron stopped, drawing away to look you in the face where you hid a snicker, and he quickly found the humour in it too as his fingers gripped around your stomach, “Oh, so it’s like that is it?”

You went to say something in rebuttal, only to feel his hands quickly start tickling your stomach, and you squealed in protest, grabbing at his wrists in an attempt to stop him. But it was no use. Aaron’s laughs, tired and groaning as they were, filled his office, and yours quickly symphonied them.

You didn’t even get a chance to tell him that Spencer definitely, definitely knew you two were dating.  

[juniperskye]

I Never Do This.

Based on the following ask: Aaron wakes up naked in an equally naked stranger's bed after a drunken one-night stand (possibly leading to more?) but he's so embarrassed (and hungover) because he never does stuff like that. Reader makes him breakfast and coffee and tries to reassure him that it's okay, it's normal, etc. And that for a guy who was blackout drunk and doesn't even remember, he still performed very well in bed! @nyxwolph thank you for requesting this!

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Smut/Fluff

Word count: 2909

Not edited - please be kind.

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, language, explicit description of sexual activity, mentions of alcohol, intoxication, mention of the BAU team and a case (no details), mention of divorce (celebrating a divorce), let me know if I missed anything!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Aaron’s head was pounding, he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell had happened last night. He rolled over in bed, stretching his arm out, to be met with the warmth of someone’s body. Aaron’s arm retreated back to his side and his eyes shot open, a new pain rushing to his head from the harsh morning sun. He found his gaze dragging down the expanse of this stranger’s body, she was laying face down, her hair sprawled across her pillow.

Aaron couldn’t help the heat that came to his face as he noticed your lack of clothing. He glanced down at himself and felt embarrassed at the fact that he too was stark naked. He tried his hardest to recall the details of last night, he didn’t do one-night stands. Hell, he didn’t do anything without careful deliberation.

He remembers going to the bar with the team after the case they’d just closed, they had all definitely deserved to let loose. He remembers the first glass of whiskey, and then Morgan bringing a round of tequila shots over, then the second round of shots from Garcia, then the next whiskey Dave brought to him and God, how many drinks had he consumed last night.

His thoughts were interrupted as you started to stir, rolling over to face him, your eyes still closed. The heat returned to his face as the sheet slipped, exposing your breasts as you turned.

“Mmm, good morning Aaron.” You mumbled.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile at your adorable morning voice, laced with sleep.

“Good morning...” He replied, mentally chastising himself for not knowing your name.

You could sense the awkward pause at the end of his greeting, like he wanted to say more, but didn’t or couldn’t. Your mind drifted to last night, he was drunk, truthfully you too had been pretty drunk…having gone out with your friends to celebrate the finalization of your friend’s divorce (her ex was a real piece of work, and it was truly a blessing). You had probably indulged in one too many green tea shots but this handsome gentleman in your bed had been a welcome souvenir of last night’s festivities. Ahh, that must be the reason for his pause… he probably didn’t remember your name.

You finally opened your eyes and scanned his face; he was absolutely gorgeous. You couldn’t help but admire his features as you reintroduced yourself to him. A small smile graced his lips as he heard your name.

“I’m sorry.” He let out a breath.

“No worries! You up for some breakfast? Oh, and there’s aspirin on the side table” You offered.

“Oh, um thanks, and yeah maybe. I just, I think it’s worth mentioning, I never do this sort of thing.” Aaron sat up and rubbed the back of his neck as a blush creeped its way onto his cheeks.

“That’s okay! I don’t really either. Pancakes?” You moved to get out of bed, grabbing a t-shirt and slipping it over your head.

“No, I mean it. I don’t think I have ever had a one-night stand.” Aaron reiterated, visibly cringing at how crass it sounded.

His comment probably should have offended you, implying that perhaps this was a common occurrence for you. But you couldn’t help but sympathize with the man in front of you. Not only was he clearly embarrassed about the fact that he’d engaged in casual sex, but also that he seemingly put his foot in his mouth.

“Aaron, it’s okay, seriously.” You moved to sit at the foot of the bed, reaching gently for his hand. “First of all, you have just as much right as anyone else to let loose and go home with a stranger. Secondly there is no need to worry, this is a judgement free zone we are both consenting adults. And third, despite being three sheets to the wind, the sex was amazing.” You smiled softly.

Aaron let out a breath he had no idea he was holding. “Thank you. Truly.” Aaron said, his gaze shifting to your hand clasped in his own.

“So, how about that breakfast?”

“That would be great.” Aaron moved to get up, looking for his boxers.

You reached to grab them off the floor, handing them to him before making your way to the kitchen, wanting to give him that bit of privacy.

“Alright I have everything to make pancakes, eggs, and bacon! Does that sound okay?” You looked back to the bedroom.

“That sounds amazing.” Aaron came to sit at one of the bar stools resting at the kitchen island.

Aaron watched as you flitted around the kitchen, grabbing all the necessary ingredients to make the breakfast you’ve promised. Reaching for various pans and mixing bowls. He glanced around your apartment, taking in the space. It was pretty eclectic, you had books, trinkets, jewelry, and clothes strewn about, not in a messy way, but in a way that everything had a place. You had clearly worked hard to make this home and he had to admit, it was really cozy.

As his gaze shifted back to you, he noticed you struggling to reach the box of pancake mix on the top shelf. He stood and made his way to you, his front pressing against your back as he reached for it. A soft gasp escaped you as he brought the box down in front of you.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“Yeah.” Aaron nodded in return. “How can I help?”

“Oh um, do you want to cook the eggs?” You turned to meet his gaze.

“Absolutely.”

The two of you were in sync, working around one another while preparing breakfast. You had been making casual chit chat with one another and it had felt so natural to be here with him, no awkwardness in this moment. The two of you plated everything up and moved to your small dining table.

“You know, I didn’t mean anything by my comment earlier. About one-night stands. There’s nothing wrong with them, it’s just I don’t typically participate in them. I just, I don’t want you to think I was judging you because truly I wasn’t.” Aaron rambled.

“Aaron, it’s okay! Honest. I don’t typically go home with strangers either. Last night I was out with friends, I saw you and then they all suggested I take a chance and approach you. And well, here we are.” You let out a quiet laugh.

“I’m glad I’m here.” Aaron smiled. “I appreciate that you’ve been so understanding and patient with me this morning.”

Aaron and you ate while exchanging information about yourselves. He was an incredible listener and you felt so comfortable talking with him. You had to remind yourself that this might not go any further than today, so you needed to enjoy it while it lasted.

You had decided that Aaron’s laugh was your new favorite sound, and it pains you to know that sound are the first memories to fade, because his laugh was sweet like honey, and you so wished to savor it. You’d have to settle for the wrinkles on the outer edges of his eyes as they squeezed shut, how his head would fall back just a bit, and how the corners of his lips would tilt up ever so slightly as his laugh rang out – that would be enough to remember how wonderful he is.

Aaron’s stomach dropped thinking that perhaps his time with you was nearing its end. Your face had grown quite serious, and he wondered if you were ready for him to leave you in peace. He had been having so much fun, more than he’d care to admit. He figured he could buy himself a little more time if he offered to help with the dishes…then he would leave. He’d have to hold on to the warmth and comfort your presence brought to him, savor it for as long as he could.

“Let me help you clean up!” Aaron said standing and taking your plates over to the sink.

“Oh, thank you! You don’t have to do that, but I appreciate it.” You smile at him.

“It’s the least I can do.” He returned your smile.

The two of you had silently agreed; Aaron would wash, and you would dry. This went on in silence for a few minutes, your fingers brushing every time Aaron passed you something…each one sending a shock throughout your nervous system.

Aaron moved to pass you a handful of silverware, his hand enveloping yours as he hands them over. You allow your gaze to meet his and felt all resolve slip away.

“Fuck it.” You said dropping the silverware in the sink, crashing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

Aaron’s hands wrapped around your middle as he met your pace, you were relieved by his physical response to you. One of his hands was wrapped securely around your middle and the other found its way up to the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair. He gave a gentle tug, causing you to gasp, allowing his tongue access to your mouth.

The kiss continued on for a few moments before you pulled back for air. Aaron let his hands slide down your body stopping only to give your ass a gentle squeeze before landing on the backs of your thighs, he gives you a knowing look before lifting you. You wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, allowing your hands to explore the hair at the nape of his neck and your lips to travel the expanse of his jaw.

He brings you back to your room, gently setting you on the bed before pulling your shirt over your head. You move to lay back, completely bare before him. He allows himself to admire your form.

“You’re perfect.” It comes out as a whisper, like a secret meant only for you.

He slides his boxers down his legs and makes his way up the mattress to you, scattering sweet kisses across your skin along the way. You reach for his face, bringing him up to meet your lips once more, losing yourself in him. His hands are caressing your breasts, cheeks, hips, thighs…they’re everywhere all at once, his touch leaving your breathless. Aaron begins to trail his kisses downward your jaw, your neck, your collarbones, breasts, stomach, hips, moving in to where you wanted him most.

His lips ghosted over your clit pressing so lightly. It sent a shock through your system, your body arching into his. He slid his arms under and around your thighs, holding them in place as he dove in, licking a stripe over your glistening slit before finding purchase on your clit he switched between licking and sucking, causing you to whimper in pleasure.  Aaron releases one of your legs, bringing his fingers to your entrance, carefully slipping two in, curling them upwards at just the right moment.

You couldn’t help but cry out his name, if he was good last night, then he was a professional today – you were sure that you’d never experience anything this good ever again (not if it wasn’t with him). Aaron picked up his speed at your cry, which he’s decided is the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. You can feel your orgasm fast approaching, so much so that you don’t even have time to warn Aaron. Though he’s not exactly surprised when your release gushes over his fingers, having felt your walls tighten around his fingers, legs shaking, fingers tugging his hair and your back arching up off the bed.

He removes his fingers from your wet heat with care and licks one last stripe over your slit before coming face to face with you. You’re a mess, skin glistening with sweat, hair simultaneously stuck to your forehead and in tangles at your neck from you writhing. Aaron sweeps the hair off of your forehead and behind your ear, he captures your lips in a sweet kiss. You utilize this moment to guide him by his shoulders to lay on his back.

You wedge yourself between his legs as you let your tongue drag over his tip, catching the bead of precum that’s gathered there. Aaron hisses at the brief pleasure – sensitive and so ready for you. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, the corners of your mouth stretching to accommodate his size. You lower your head down until your nose bushes the patch of hair at the base, holding still there momentarily. You let your hand softly grip his balls, sure to tend to them as you find a rhythm, moving your head up and down Aaron’s thick cock.

He was struggling to compose himself; grunts, groans, hisses, whispers of your name all escaping his lips as you took him down your throat. He needed you to pull away soon, or this would all end way before he wanted it to. With that being said, he tapped your shoulder gently to get your attention and motioned for you to come closer to him. He sat up to lean against your headboard and you found your way into his lap.

“As amazing as that was, I would really like to make up for last night.” Aaron said before leaning in to kiss you again.

“Aaron last night was amazing! But I’m not going to say no to you fucking me…” You said, blush creeping up your neck.

“Is that so?” He challenged.

“Yes.” You replied, lifting yourself to align his cock with your entrance before slowly sinking down.

The stretch was delicious as he was fully sated inside you. You started to move your hips as Aaron’s hands met your hips, helping to catch on to the rhythm. This position was so intimate, your chests pressed to one another, wrapped in each other’s arms, eyes holding contact, connected as one, moving in sync.

Last night had been sloppy. Getting tangled in clothing, drunken giggles, quick, messy, sex. This though, this couldn’t have been further from that. Slow, methodical movements, with a veil of vulnerability as you observed one another’s every expression, keen on making this last…making this a wonderful memory to be held onto for always.

It had started to become overwhelming to you, all of your senses were being consumed by Aaron and with such intense pleasure filling your soul, you couldn’t help the tears that slipped from your eyes. Seeing a flash of panic in Aaron’s face had you leaning in to steal a kiss, expressing to him that you were okay, hell, more than okay.

Your rhythm began to faulter as the two of you neared climax. Aaron could tell you needed a little push before you could meet him in extasy, so he slid his hand between you, letting his fingers brush over your sensitive bud. It was all you had needed before the wave crashed over you and of course the grip you’d had on Aaron allowed for his own release, filling you with his warmth.

You sat there for a moment before Aaron shifted the two of you further down the bed, so you were laid on top of him, still filled with Aaron’s cock. Neither of you moved, save for Aaron’s hand that was tracing patterns on your skin, for what felt like an eternity.

“We should get cleaned up.” He whispered, his lips pressing to your hairline.

“Do we have to?” You asked, fully knowing the answer.

You were careful in removing yourself from Aaron’s embrace, not wanting to hurt him or make even more of a mess in your bed. You motioned for him to follow you into the bathroom, and you started up the shower.

“We can rinse off, get dressed, then I can walk you out…” You suggested trying to hide your disappointment.

“Okay.” Aaron agreed.

The shower hadn’t been sexual, just the two of you washing one another’s body and letting the hot water soothe your muscles. Once you were clean, Aaron exited the shower to grab your towel, quickly wrapping it around you as you stepped out. Aaron used the other hanging towel to dry himself off quickly, both of you heading back to the bedroom.

You each dressed yourselves, not daring to make eye contact, both afraid to say goodbye. Neither wanting this to end, this little bubble you’ve found yourselves in far too warm and cozy to pop…not yet. Not ever. You didn’t want this to be all the time you had with Aaron. You couldn’t let the opportunity to see him again pass you by…take the leap.

“Aaron, would you um, maybe want to do this again?” You asked, hopeful.

“Like I said before, I never do this kind of thing.” He shook his head.

You felt totally embarrassed, having must’ve misread the whole interaction. But there is no way, right? After all that, he’s going to pretend like there’s no spark at all. You could feel the heat taking over your face, anger and mortification alike taking hold of your body. But then he continued…

“One-night stands aren’t exactly my thing. I’m more of a formal date kind of guy so, could we exchange phone numbers, and then perhaps I can take you to dinner some time?”

Relief flooded your entire being so quickly, the tension falling from your shoulders. The heat slowly fading away from your face.

“I would really love that.”

[anon-sect]

Can you write another unwilling ctf please?

Picture source: @frosket

Allen was always envious of his neighbor's hot athletic body. Dave did work out a lot and plus he had that construction job which probably helped as well. He had wanted to have a strong and sexy looking body just like his.

Allen worked out quite often, but yet his gain was nowhere near that of his hot neighbor, Dave. So one day, he went over to Dave's house to ask for advice on getting just like him.

"I work out in the gym and exercise at home, so that helps me." Dave answered him while walking around his home shirtless.

"I do that as well, but my gain is nowhere near my desired goal. Can you help me?" Allen asked of his neighbor, hoping for some good advice or even for him to be his personal trainer.

"I will be your personal trainer to help you, but first you must do something for me." Dave raised an eyebrow at him.

"Sure anything," Allen spoke with enthusiasm in his voice. With Dave as his personal trainer, he would be sure to have the body he desired. He wondered what Allen would ask of him.

"I have been stressed at work lately. I really need a good blowjob, if you don't mind." Dave paused. "I know we are neighbors, but it would really help me." He added.

Allen thought about it. He himself wasn't gay, so giving another guy a blowjob he would never consider, let alone his own neighbor. He thought about turning him down, but the guy would be his personal trainer for a favor. What harm would it do to suck his cock, he thought to himself. "Okay, but I am not gay, just to let you know. Just don't tell anyone I did this, please." He pleaded. He didn't want the neighborhood to know he had suck dick.

"But you have to swallow as well, or I won't keep up my end of the deal." Dave added on to the requirements.

Allen had never swallowed cum before. "I don't know about that part. I might gag." He sounded a little reluctant to the deal.

"Don't worry, I will help you out with that part. So, are you ready?" Dave asked as he pulled down his pants revealing his underwear.

Allen was unsure of this, but he could use Dave's help. He got to his knees before him. He pulled down his underwear to see a hot cock already getting hard. He stroked it for a few minutes and then inserted in his mouth. He sucked and sucked on it as it got harder. He soon felt a hot drip on his tongue. "That is just my precum, boy." He heard Dave speak above him, and looking down on him with a sinister grin on his face.

Allen continued to suck in and out of this mouth until Dave's dick was rock hard. The precum tasted nasty. He changed his mind about swallowing his cum. As he was about to refuse, he felt Dave grab hold of the back of his head to keep him from getting away from his cock. He felt Dave do hip action as his cock was thrusted in and out of his mouth. Dave was too strong to fight against, so he had no choice but to let him have his way. He soon felt hot cum touch his tongue. Try as he might to get away, he couldn't. He was forced to swallow every last drop of cum as Dave fucked his mouth with his dick He heard Dave sigh in pleasure of using him like a sex toy.

"Thanks, neighbor. I really needed that. Now to keep up my end of the deal that no one knows about you sucking me." Dave laughed as he knew what was about to happen next since he still had his Allen's mouth over his cock.

Allen felt really strange. It was like the world around him was growing in size, including Dave. He tried to take his mouth off of his dick but found he couldn't. He was confused at what was happening. He glanced up at Dave, smiling down at him. "You will be a great addition to my cock, neighbor." He heard him talk down to him. It was too late to stop it when he realized what was happening. He was being absorbed into Dave's cock. Five minutes later, his human form was gone. his mouth was the tiny hole on Dave's cock. He was the head of Dave's cock now. "By the way, this is permanent. So, you see no one will know you sucked me." He heard Dave pause and laugh. "But I know a lot of guys and girls will want to suck you when they see how big you made my dick" He laughed above him again.

Dave saw significant muscle mass increase on his body since making Allen a part of his dick. "Thanks for the extra muscles as well, boy. Don't worry, there will be asses for you to fuck as well." He laughed at his new addition to his cock. He pulled up his underwear and pants.

Allen saw he was tricked into a trap. He had no way to change it. He didn't want to be Dave dick for the rest of his life, but he had no way to be anything else now. He was in musky darkness behind Dave's underwear, awaiting the next time Dave would have sex or have someone suck him.

SIX WEEKS LATER......

Dave posed for modeling pictures. His hot new body mass helped him land another job. But not only that, his dick had made him popular among the guys online. Many were begging to suck him and be fucked by him. He really was appreciative of Allen's sacrifice. He hoped his former neighbor was enjoying his new life as his dick. If not, he had no choice.

[autistichalsin]

The fact that there is literally a recording of Dave saying the "in my name" line makes me wish so bad we could have had Origin Halsin. It wouldn't even have been that hard to change his plot around.

Just like how, if you do an Origin run, you can just ignore the normal recruitment spot, you'd have a different motivation for entering the goblin pens when playing. Instead of "Halsin and Aradin went off, he got captured by gobbos, please find him" you get "you were captured by goblins and, on orders of Ketheric Thorm, brought to Moonrise where you were tadpoled and then sent away on a Nautiloid that later crashed. You must now return to the goblin camp to stop them from attacking your Grove."

As for why Ketheric would have had Halsin tadpoled, that too would have been simple: he sent the Shadow Druids to target the Emerald Grove precisely because he remembered, 100 years ago, what a formidable fighting force the Druids were. It would not be a stretch to imagine that instead of sending them (or along with sending them), he decided to have their leader tadpoled and turned into a mouthpiece for his cause. Those who would blindly follow Halsin would follow, while those who would have resisted would have stayed under Kagha's leadership and performed the Rite of Thorns. But then the Nautiloid crashed and Halsin retained his free will thanks to the artifact.

Like c'mon, it would require next to NOTHING changing story-wise. You could even use the same "the tadpole did it" excuse Gale and Wyll have to explain why an Archdruid is now level 1. The literal only thing that would have to change is the portal, but even that could be tweaked so that you fight a similar hoard of enemies while you go looking for Thaniel.

(Also, on a shallow note, it would mean I'd get to enjoy seeing Halsin get pegged by Karlach if I chose.)

Maybe in 10-15 years we'll get a remaster/anniversary edition which will have Origin Halsin? *Wistful sigh* I mean, if Square Enix can make an entire trilogy of just remakes of Final Fantasy 7...

[absurdthirst]

Do you think you could do one with the Pedro boys who are a/b/o and who have a omega reader in heat but she doesn't want to spend it with them but just be alone? If not that's totally cool and I love your writing:)

When You're In Heat & Want Nothing To Do With Him:

*** When reblogging or talking about Omegaverse, please remember that ‘a/b/o’ without the slash punctuation marks (/) is considered a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia.

**Female Reader

Javier Peña: Pouty for sure. He had even told Steve he was taking off work, dreaming of having you on his cock the entire time. Now his ass is traveling back to Medellín with Murphy in the passenger seat. Deciding that getting out of town was the best option.

Ezra: Now that's just not going to work for him, little bird. The aphrodisiac that your body produces calls to him like a siren. Beckoning him to take what your very nature wishes to give him. In that tent, there's no privacy. While Ezra might not lay a hand on you, he will not shut up about what he would do if you would give him permission.

The Mandalorian: Takes the kid, engages the ground security protocols on the Razor Crest and leaves. He will be back in 3-5 business days, with multiple bounties to throw into carbonite and then takes off for the next world on his parsec tour. He doesn't even seem mad about it, it just is what it is.

Pero Tovar: He still expects you to ride your horse. If you aren't needing to be holed up in a nest with his body wedged between your thighs, then you must be moving. He cannot lose more time on this journey to the East and you are attracting more alphas that he will just have to kill.

Frankie Morales: Confused. Wondering if everything that has happened has made you think that he's no longer your alpha or maybe not the alpha you want. He wants to talk to you about it, but he knows that you are vulnerable right now, so he packs up the kids and they all go stay at Uncle Benny's for a few days so you can be alone like you want.

Marcus Pike: He's disappointed. He had everything planned. He was going to make sure that your every need was met and you were in as little pain as possible as you worked through you heat. Instead of being able to do it in person, he decides that it might be best to sleep at the office until it passes so he doesn't overstep. However, he has meals delivered to you and your favorite ones at that.

Max Phillips: Tilts his head at you and gives you that fake pouty look. The one that says he doesn't believe you for a second. You don't want orgasm after orgasm? That's strange, and people said he's the one without a beating heart.

Dave York: Angry. He is not happy that you want nothing to do with him. He needs to take care of you and you are denying him that. In a huff, he takes on a target and takes his aggression out on them. It's a little more messy than his normal jobs.

Oberyn Martell: Finds it fascinating. You are a mystery. An omega who doesn't wish to be cared for by an alpha. He sighs, thinking that it's a pity, it would have been fun, but he leaves you in peace. He will spent the time in the whorehouse, drinking and fucking while you have your wish.

Zach Wellison: It hurts. It makes him think that he's not good enough and it will definitely tap into that inferiority complex that he had. But he will give you what you want, you won't see him for days while you are going through your heat.

Marcus Moreno: Doesn't understand it, but that's not for him to decide. If you don't want him around, he needs to figure out a game plan. Do you want to stay somewhere else? Do you want him and Missy to go to his moms? Once you tell him exactly what you want, he's doing that and nothing more.

Max Lord: You were in heat? He didn't even notice. He was too busy trying to save his company.

Javi Gutierrez: Heartbroken that he cannot take care of you himself. He wants to pamper you and comfort you. Instead, he sends you to one of the best resorts for Omegas who wish to ride out a heat without an Alpha. Leaving them to pamper you.

Dieter Bravo: Whiny. He can smell how horny you are. How can you not want him to fuck you? Keep you full of his cock and cum? Aren't you about to tear your skin off???? You actually have to throw him out of the damn house in order to have a moment's peace.

Tim Rockford: Honestly? That's a relief. He's got this case that is eating up the hours and he doesn't have time to focus on you. He ends up sleeping at the office for two weeks straight and you have to call him to come home.

Joel Miller: He thinks you're stupid. He knows you will suffer more, but if that's what you want, be stubborn. He will give you the space you need, but he will also be standing guard around the decrepit house you are holed up in, making sure that no other alpha gets a whiff of you.

Marcus Acacius: Doesn't understand why you would not want him to be around you. But he's not going to fight you on this. He has his most trusted guards posted around his villa, they are betas so you will not be harassed by them. They will protect you because he has already been called before the emperors to discuss yet another bloody campaign on behalf of Rome's glory.

[earthc-kids-byerky]

Welcome to Earth C!!

Ask blog for the Homestuck next gen kids!!

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Mod Erky

Hi my name's Erky, and these are my fantroll/ fankids!! I made this ask blog for them for fun and stuff. I'm the only mod but I'll be here as well for difficult questions the kids may not be able to answer. Anyways, here are the rules!!

Rules:

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Please do not spam the inbox. Random asks that have nothing to do with the blog will be deleted. Asks that I do not feel comfortable answering will also be deleted.

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Meet the kids!!

Ages and pronouns are in the images!!

JENNY: daughter of Dirk Strider and Jake English

DONNY: son of Dirk Strider and Jake English

CORVIDAE: daughter of Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas

JACK: son of Dave Strider and Karkat Vantas

VICEROY: son of Kanaya Maryam and Rose Lalonde

MERCURY: child of ??? and ???

[d3vils-island]

I may have asked this already and if I have I’m so sorry to do it again but I forgot. Can you please write a fic about late 80s Dave taking readers virginity? I know some people bleed losing their virginity but please no blood if you do write this 🌝

The way I was so excited to write this…. Anyways, I hope you like it 😣🫶

First Time for Everything (86’)

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Dave Mustaine x Fem!reader

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Description: Your parents go out of town for a few days because of work, so you call up your boyfriend to come over and hang out since they’re gone…

Warnings: PORN W/ SOME PLOT?!?! (As always, I’ll mark with three “^” when the smut starts, which was hard af since this is basically just a smut post so idk why you’d read this if you don’t want smut…) p in v, reader is a virgin, first time for everything I guess, Dave is a sweetie <3, unprotected sex but everything’s alr I promise, blahblahblah idk what to put here

Side note: yes, I did change the title because I didn’t like what it was before.

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You patiently watched out from your window as your parents drove off, and once their car lights were no longer visible, you sprinted to the phone in the kitchen, snatching a sticky note you set down earlier on your way.

You pressed the receiver to your ear and started dialing buttons, making sure they were the ones matching the sticky note he gave you.

It started ringing, and a few seconds later, someone answered.

“Hello?” A familiar and deep voice said.

“Hey Dave, remember how I said my parents would be outta town for a few days?” You asked, twirling the phone cord around your finger and snapping it back. You heard him let out a low “mhm” from the other side of the phone.

“Well, they just left, so I was wondering if you wanted to come-“ “I’m on my way, I’ll see ya in a bit.” He interrupted, and you heard him hang up. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited he was to hang out with you.

You occupied yourself by watching TV, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to pull up.

You must have zoned out because you didn’t even hear the first knock at the door. It wasn’t until Dave called your name that you were snapped out of your trance. You ran to the door and opened it, being greeted by a familiar and handsome face.

“Hey baby…” he said, pulling you into a warm embrace.

You invited him in, and you two spent the night together talking away. Every second that passed while you two sat on the couch conversing, you seemed to inch closer and closer together.

First, your legs touched, the warmth barely grazing your skin. Then, it was your hands that intertwined together, after that it was your shoulders, until finally you laid on top of him, his hands on your head as he stroked your hair, twirling the locks between his fingers. Your hands laid against his chest as you listened to his heart beat. Occasional chit chat between you two interrupted the silence, but overall it was quiet, and the only thing you could hear was his calm breath mixed with yours.

^ ^ ^

As you laid on top of him, you slowly inched yourself upward, eventually coming face-to-face with him, having your hands on either side of his head. Your warm breaths mixed together in the frigid air, and the only sound that could be heard was your heartbeats. Dave’s hands slid to your waist, rubbing small circles on it with his thumb. Before you knew it, your lips were pressed together, tangled and molding as one. They seemed to move in perfect sync with one another, your tongues dancing in unison as his hands slid from your waist up your shirt. He then tugged at the hem of your top and you let him slide it off with ease before you positioned yourself so that you were straddling him more.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You suddenly felt hot and your breath was staggered. Was tonight the night you’d loose your v-card? If there was anyone you trusted to loose your virginity to, it was definitely Dave, but you still couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

Dave noticed your uneasiness, “If you want to slow down, or if your not ready I understand-“

You don’t know what happened, but all nervousness that took over you washed away as you suddenly slammed your lips on his, tracing your hands up his shirt and feeling his muscles. It was probably the adrenaline getting to you, but you needed him more than ever in the moment.

“I’m ready.” You panted. Dave still had an uncertain look on his face, but he happily complied.

He sat up, grabbing your hips and picking you up off him so that you were the one laying down on the couch. He brought his lips onto yours again, and this time he started sliding your bottoms off just before you helped him take off his own clothing. You two were left only in your undergarments, groaning as you explored each other’s body’s. Dave trailed a series of kisses down your body, sliding your bra off in the process and interlocking his fingers with yours, pinning one of your hands to the side of your head against the couch.

“I’ll gonna go easy on you, since it’s your first time…” he paused, kissing you sweetly, then looking you in the eyes.

“If you ever want to stop, don’t be afraid to say something.” His genuine concern for your comfort and readiness made you feel more at ease. You let out a small nod, eyeing him back with a slight smile.

Dave began sliding his own boxers off, and you couldn’t help but stare at his hardened length. It was a lot bigger than you imagined, and you felt your excitement grow by the second. He waisted no time sliding off your own underwear, bringing your thighs onto his shoulders and making sure you were comfortable before he continued with anything.

He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before he grabbed your hand again, interlocking fingers and rubbing small circles on it.

Dave leaned down to kiss you, and as he did, you felt him slowly start to shove his cock into you. It hurt at first, but you slowly got used to it. Once Dave was almost all the way in, he made sure you were ok before he continued. You soon felt him bottom out, and he gave you a minute to adjust.

His free hand slid up your body, its warmth contrasting with the cold air around you.

“Are you ready?” Dave asked, giving you a reassuring gaze. You nodded, feeling him start moving inside you. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, kissing you lovingly. Once your body got used to the feeling, you started begging Dave to go faster, to which he happily obliged.

Both of your hot moans filled the cold air, sweat started to bead across your body. You arched your spine and threw your head back, whining Dave’s name as you drowned in the pleasure he was giving you. He had his hands across your chest, molding your breasts before he started kissing them harshly, definitely leaving hickeys.

You felt yourself come closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm, seconds away from drowning in pure ecstasy as you begged Dave to go harder. He pulled you from the back of your neck into a deep kiss, both of you moaning into it as you felt yours highs nearing.

The wave of pleasure that you craved for suddenly crashed over your tired body, you felt your legs shake and your back arch more as you rode out for high with Dave still thrusting into you. You felt him pull out, seeing him stoke himself a bit before he released in your stomach.

Both of you stayed there for a moment, catching your breaths. Dave hazily got up and found a towel that was in your bathroom. He came back a second later and gently started cleaning up your frail body.

He put his boxers back on and aided you in puting your undergarments on. Dave laid on the couch and you laid against his chest, paying attention to the rise and fall of it as he breathed. Moonlight creeped through the blinds in the living room and you noticed Dave had his eyes close. You snuggled up closer to him, feeling at ease in his arms as you eventually drifted off to sleep.

[pretty-little-mind33]

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[bluesest]

A Babysitter

James was a young boy who was going through a not very good economic situation, he needed the money to go out with his friends so he decided to take the job of a babysitter.

Not many people wanted a male nanny so it was difficult for him to get a job and he almost retired from this, however, he got an application to be a nanny for a boy who recently made his previous nanny run away from him.

This worried him from the beginning, but he really needed the money so he was either take the job or quit and refuse the next outings with his friends, he said to himself, "How hard can it be?"

He knocked on the door of a large house with various luxurious decorations, opened the door of an elegantly dressed couple, shook hands and set the following rules:

1. You must take care of our son, his name is Dave

2. Do not touch anything other than to take care of Dave and do not enter the rooms.

3. There are ingredients in the fridge for me to cook dinner for Dave.

4. You should be asleep by midnight and wait for them to return.

For a moment he wondered, "He's a little old to have a babysitter, but that means he won't be the typical kid who has to calm every tantrum he throws."

Behind the couple was the young man, he had an annoyed and disinterested face, finally both parents left and left them alone.

There wasn't that much of an age difference between the two so James tried to start a friendly conversation with Dave:

James: "So how are you doing in high school?"

Dave: "Just cook something please"

James: "Oh come on, I know it sucks when your parents at this age hire you a babysitter, but I'm just doing my job."

Dave: "I'd better go play video games..."

James: "I also quite like them! Do you need a second player or something?"

Dave was quite impressed, none of his previous nannies who took care of him were really interested in him, nor did he have any friends who wanted to play some games and appearing disinterested he accepted James' proposal.

They both spent a lot of time inside Dave's room, he tried to show that he didn't care and even that he was bothered by the fact that James was there, but he just couldn't hide it and they had a very fun night.

Dave: "You really suck at this game"

James: "Well let's leave this for now, I must cook the snack"

Dave: "Why don't you order pizza? My parents won't find out"

James: "I don't want to get in trouble with them, I really need this job, plus cheese gives me gas, like this!"

*PFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

Dave was surprised, not by the fact of seeing a man of his own age fart like that, he had already heard and smelled some of the farts of his classmates, however, in this situation he felt different, maybe it's the intimacy of the moment or that he really began to appreciate one of his babysitters for the first time, whatever happened caused a slight erection that he had to hide.

James left the room with the unpleasant smell and Dave thought about what happened and how he felt: "Maybe it's love?... Do I like men? … I liked what he did?", he was in denial of his feelings, he was simply in an intimate moment something that he never experienced in his life, he was sure that if it was with a woman and without... the smells would provoke exactly the same feelings and even stronger.

This is what he thought until minutes later he saw his now friend cooking for him shirtless, it was a body quite muscular and stocky to provoke the unwanted looks of many people including Dave who couldn't stop thinking about how incredible James would look in his luxurious bathroom... Wait a minute... This fantasy is quite close to coming true.

Dave remembered that there were plenty of medicines in his parents' room for any emergency, he quickly slipped away and desperately searched the drawers full of pills and syrups until... "BINGO! Here it is!", under some bandages was a small sealed bottle of a powerful laxative "Action in 1 hour"

He got down to work, went to the kitchen together with James and began to prepare an orange juice for his babysitter with the excuse that he wanted to help him to continue playing video games and when he turned around he poured at least 3 tablespoons of the laxative into the glass intended for Dave, he took it and raised it saying "I assure you that it has an explosive flavor"

Dinner was somewhat simple and not so fancy: avocado salad and breaded chicken, not bad for someone who is used to eating $1 burgers. This was perfect for Dave who couldn't wait for the result of the combination of the laxative and avocado and as this would leave his bathroom clean.

They finished dinner in record time, Dave thanked James and almost forced him to go to his room, once inside he was in charge of closing all doors and windows to prevent any smell or sound from escaping and after 10 minutes the magic began.

*GRRRRRRRRR*

James: "Aghhh"

Dave: "What's wrong?"

James: "The avocado is having an effect"

Dave: "Does that mean that?"

James: "I think I'll have to go to the bathroom soon"

Dave: "Oh! If you want you can use the bathroom in my room, in fact, it's the only one you can really use."

James: "Oh come on! I don't want to stink up this place, are you sure there isn't another bathroom?"

Dave: "Yes, but my parents would be pretty upset, if you use this I won't say anything and they never come into my room so they wouldn't notice."

James: "Naaahh I think I'll hold on until they arrive and I can go home."

Dave: "Are you sure about that?"

Without warning, Dave clenched his fist and hit James hard enough while he just watched as the annoying and shy boy who didn't need any babysitter beat him without concern and with a cheerful and playful look.

*GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PFFFTTT*

James: "Ha! Nice try, but you'll need more strength than that to-"

*PFTFTFTFTFTFTFFFFFFTTTTTT*

James: "Forget it... you asked for it, friend"

He got out of bed and with another loud fart walked slowly to Dave's clean bathroom, gave one last warning: "If you don't want to die, better get out of this room because I feel like it's going to be a monstrous shit" and closed the door.

Dave quickly went and put his eye on the keyhole where he saw the following scene:

James began to take off his shirt that was already sweaty from playing the boy's competitive video games, before sitting on the toilet he said in a low voice: "This will be a big one" and then got up again and began to undress completely, James apparently was one of those naked.

Even though the lock was somewhat awkward to see what was going on behind the door, Dave could notice James' large penis that was hanging gently as he took off his last items of clothing and with a "perfect!" he sat down on the toilet.

*PRRRRRRR* *PLOP*

It was the first thing that was heard, apparently someone was having trouble evacuating these last few days.

*PFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PLOP*

A semi-wet fart warned that it would not be a normal shit while little by little the smell began to seep through the small holes in the bathroom door.

*PFFFTTT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

Several solid pieces fell somewhat similar to the feces of a guinea pig, each making a *SPLASH* and *PLOP* as they fell to the bottom of the toilet.

*PLOP* *PLOP* *TRRRRRRRRRRR* *PLOP*

The sound of a large dry log coming out of James' anus put an end to the easy part of his visit to the bathroom.

*GRRRRRRRRR* *PRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHSHQHQHQSSQQHSHQSHQS* *PRRRSSSSSSSSSSS* *PFFFFFTTTT* *QHSHQHSSQHQS* *SHHHHHRTRTRTRTRTRR* *PFFFTTTT*

Apparently that trunk prevented all the liquid shit from coming out as if it were the lid of a water bottle, which all its liquid is violently expelled if you take off the cap and put it upside down.

*PFFTFTFTFTFFT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHQSHSHSQHSQHSQ* *PSSSSSSSS* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *SHQHQSH* *GRRRRRRR* *PFFFTTTT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

With a sigh, he finally got up from the toilet, grabbed a couple of pieces of toilet paper and started cleaning himself standing up, Dave found that pose weird however it just meant that he had more to do with his babysitter's bare ass.

He made smooth, firm movements passing between his buttocks the thin, smooth paper where his stains revealed that it was violent shit that came out of his stomach. While he was cleaning himself he stopped for a moment and without taking his hand off his ass he farted loudly and long *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT*, moaned then voted all the paper into the toilet and finally sent to the trash any evidence of what happened in that small room.

As James got dressed again, Dave took his eyes off the lock and acted as if nothing had happened, finally James comes out of the bathroom:

James: "Ufffff don't get in there for at least 1 hour"

Dave was really, but that didn't take away his shyness, but he still gathered strength and decided to comment on what happened in there:

Dave: "Wow that was violent, don't you think?"

There was a small moment of silence after that sentence, he thought he had screwed up by saying something so direct to someone he barely knows for a couple of hours, but his reaction was not expected:

James: "HAHAHAHA and that wasn't one of my biggest screw-ups in my life!"

Dave: "HAHA it looks like you ate something rotten, you really stinked my room"

James: "Sorry for that, but when this baby *pats his stomach* wants something I must obey him without question"

Dave: "It's good that we didn't order pizza"

After that honest conversation, they spent hours playing video games with the occasional fart from both parties until it was time for Dave to leave.

After two weeks he was summoned again by the family where Dave applied the same trick: put laxative on his drink, however, something different happened this time, Dave's parents arrived much earlier than expected and James had to leave without even using the bathroom of the house.

Now with the pay he had enough money to go out with his friends to see a movie at the local cinema, he was accompanied by two of them and they bought their tickets.

When he entered the movie theater, James felt sick to his stomach again, the same feeling he had two weeks ago with that boy he was babysitting, "Maybe it's the nervousness of being away from home for a long time that causes me discomfort in my stomach? naahh"

It started the first 10 minutes of the movie and James could feel several gurgling stomachs *GRRRRRRRRRR* "ugh I think I'll my pants... I'll release some pressure" he lifted his butt a little and... *PFFFTTTT* was a short fart and somewhat quiet, James was afraid that his friends would smell him since he was sitting right between the two, but apparently they didn't notice anything.

When he passed the first sock over his buttocks he felt a lot of pain because of how scratchy it was and the disgust it produced in his because to clean all the mess on his butt he had to turn it several times to use all the clean sides that a sock can offer and after an extensive 10 minutes he vote both socks into the toilet and flush the toilet.

He returned to the movie theater seeing that the movie was about to end, his friends asked him why he had run away and embarrassed, James decided to lie to them saying: "The parents of the boy I'm taking care of called me and I needed to answer them quickly", something that his two friends had a hard time believing, but in the end they accepted his version.

A week has passed since then and James couldn't get that embarrassing situation out of his head, that is, he almost shit in the cinema and that disturbs anyone, but there's no time for that since he was summoned again by Dave's parents.

He was no longer obliged to continue with this job, but he could not give up this as it was a good source of income and above all Dave was someone nice to talk to and obviously he could take care of himself, it was practically easy money.

Everything happened normally, they played video games, they had dinner together but this time Dave decided that it was a good idea to quadruple the dose of laxative he would give James, the effects as expected were twice as fast and twice as "surprising"

While they were playing a stomach roar *GRRRRRRRRR* was present, the sound generated by it was big enough for both of them to notice and start talking about it:

Dave: "Did dinner hurt you?"

James: "A little, but nothing that a fart can't solve"

James leaned over a little while a certain part of Dave's body stood up... *PFTTFTFFFFFFFFFFFTF* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

It was a rather strange sound as if the fart that came out came with more than just air, James froze at that instant while Dave started blushing quite obviously, then, James started running towards the bathroom and Dave did the same until he reached the door and put his eye in the keyhole like the first time.

This time he saw a rather alarmed James trying to rip off his pants in a violent way and when he was left naked from the hips down, Dave could witness how the beautiful bare butt was stained with a rather disastrous brown liquid.

Without even taking off his shirt as he always did, he sat on the toilet, raised his legs to a great height and his anus relaxed:

*PFPPFTPPTFTPFTPFTTFTFT* *SQHQSHQSHQHHSQHSSQSSSSHHHHH* *TRRTRRRRRRRRRRR* *SHQSHSHQSHSHSQHSHQSHS* *SHHHHHH*

This time there was nothing solid, just a giant brown waterfall that can only be compared to the Niagara.

*PFTFTFTFTFFFFF* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRTR* *SQHQSHQSHQSSQHQHS* *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR*

In the second burst there were storms of wet farts where drops and drops of diarrhea spread and crashed against the walls of the toilet, each moan that James gave was one of suffering where he felt that each fart destroyed his anus to make way for the load that had to come out somehow.

*PFTFTFTFTFT* *SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH* *PFTFTFTFTFTF* *SHQQHSHHSQSHSHQSHSQ* *KKJKJKJKPRPRPRPRRRRRR*

The cataract came back even stronger than ever, this time his stomach began to tremble as he tried to fart even more:

*GRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT* *PFFFTTTTTTT* *PPFFTT*

It was very hot in the small room, James regained his composure and finally took off his shirt to cool his body as more shit came out, he put his hand on his stomach and prepared for another violent explosion until there was a knock on the door:

*KNOCK* *KNOCK*

Dave: "All right in there dude?"

Dave "worried" about his friend so he decided to knock on the door (while he was naked touching his crotch)

James: "Haha I think you were right, dinner fell very badly on my stomach..." *PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT*

Dave began to blush even more as he gripped his penis a little tightly, but he decided to hold on a little longer to continue talking to his new love.

Dave: "Sounds like a friendly warfield in there"

James: "Don't be exaggerated, this is real diarrhea from a real man! Have you never had diarrhea too? Hahahaha... ooow" *SQHHSHQSHQSHQS* *TRTRTRTRTRTRTRTRR* *SQHQSHQSHSQHSHQHS*

Dave: "But not diarrhea as huge as yours"

James: "Well, you'll have to get used to it if you want to be my friend! Oh it can't be, Dave, can you pass me some paper?"

At that moment, in addition to almost falling to the floor when he said "be my friend", Dave remembered that he had removed the toilet paper from the bathroom intentionally, and with a "Don't worry" he took the paper hidden in his room and knocked on the door:

Dave: "I'll have to come in to give it to you"

James: "It's okay, but go in at your own risk"

When a foul-smelling cloud came in, it shocked him with a great brutality that almost made him faint and with tears in his eyes he saw a sore but smiling James who tried to hide his shame with a little comedy.

James: "I warned you bro"

Dave: "It looks like someone detonated a pepper spray bomb in here!"

James: "It's just the smell of a sportsman like me! *GRRRRRRR* owww here comes round two! You should leave"

Dave: "I want to see how messy your butt can be!"

James: "Okay, you asked for it!"

James leaned back from the toilet and released what little he had in a violent way:

*PFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT* *QSHHHSHQSHQSHQSQSSQQQQQHSHSS* *QRRRRRRRRR* *PRPRPRPRPRPR* *SQHHSHSHSQH* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PPPPFFFTTTTT*

An embarrassed, heartfelt laugh came out of James' mouth as Dave praised the flatulent potential of his stomach.

James got up from his seat still naked in front of Dave, then began to clean himself and gave one last sentence: "Are we still playing?"

The next morning he had a new activity at his high school which was a photo shoot for the yearbook, everything was going well while he waited in line until his stomach started to growl again: *GRRRRRRRRRR*

"No, not again"

He started massaging his stomach to cushion the pain, but to no avail, he even made things worse as he streamlined the escape from his diarrheal and stinky farts, something that became obvious to the students around him.

After 15 minutes it was finally the turn of the dizzy James who sat in the chair waiting for the photographer.

*GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Another fart won't hurt..."

*PFFFFFTTTTT* *SQHSQHSQHSQHS*

"Damn it!"

-"Sir, get ready for the photo"

"Huh? excuse me"

It all happened so quickly, the smell of decaying feces filled the small room in a matter of seconds, and his own feces began to fill his poor battered boxers with so much sweat and diarrheal drops that they came out with his previous wet farts.

*CLICK*

Finally, the camera shot, the face in the photo looked quite nervous and you could even see a couple of beads of sweat, but James wouldn't worry about a second photo attempt.

-"Very well young man, you can go"

With those words, James shot straight into the bathroom trying to ignore the confused and disgusted looks of the people who followed him with their eyes, he arrived at the nearest men's bathroom, closed the front door and as more wet farts came out of his body he began to undress without even having entered the cubicle yet.

With a single kick he broke down the door and after so much suffering his butt kissed the porcelain:

*PFTFTFTFTFTFTTFTFFF* *SHHQHSHQSHHQSHQSHQ*

It was an unprecedented emergent diarrhea and although he tries more than he tries, James could not even soften the noise.

*SQHQHSHQSHSQHQSHQSHSHQHQSSQSQSQSQ* *PRRRRRR* *TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

Small solid logs began to come out as a sign that his digestive system continues to work hard to give James a normal shit after so many days with recurrent explosions.

*TRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *SQHHSQHSHQSHSQSQHSQSQ* *PFFFFFTFTFTFTTFF* *PFFFTTTT* *PFFFTTTT* *SHQQQQQSHSHSHSHS*

With this explosion he heard the door of the cubicle next door, a boy knocked on James' door and said, "You really needed to go, huh?", James ignored him and continued his work.

*GRRRRRRRRR* *TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PFFFFFTTTT* *TSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *SQHHQSHQSHQSHQSHSQSHSQHS* *GRRRRRRRRR*

He didn't feel satisfied, but he wouldn't go crazy and keep shitting in high school, he cleaned himself with the little paper he had and discarded his boxers in the trash walking like this all day with only pants on his legs.

[stevie-petey]

Hear me out, Steve trying to win over mama Henderson. A blurb of Steve being a major kiss ass in every way possible. He earns quite a few brownie points and learns way too much neighborhood gossip. Just imagine bug coming home to Steve and her mom gossiping on the couch tews in his lap.

steve: i must make everyone like me

hes so real for that

enjoy !

"so, how do we really feel about jonathan?" steve has tews in his lap, so hes careful not to startle the young kitten as he leans in close to mrs henderson to whisper about the boy who has a bean bag dedicated to him in her daughters room.

claudia rests a hand against her chest and sighs deeply. she looks around, as if scared someone will overhear, before she leans over to whisper. "can i be honest?"

"always, mrs. henderson."

"i adore that boy. why, i even had a whole wedding planned for him and my y/n, but... well, youre just so handsome!"

steve gasps and places a hand over his chest as well, deeply happy with how this conversation is turning out. "mrs. henderson, youre a beautiful woman with wonderful children. this, well, its an honor that you think so highly of me."

claudia giggles, and steve winks at her. it's quiet for a few seconds as the two of them enjoy the smile on their faces. tews is purring steves lap and youre not home yet from picking dustin up from jonathans. he hadnt meant to be alone with your mom, claudia insisted he come in when he arrived and shoved a kitten into his arms and now hes here.

gossiping about jonathan byers as claudia henderson gushes over steve.

tews lets out a yawn and stretches lazily on top of steves lap. claudia watches fondly and coos at her cat. "i havent seen tews this comfortable around a stranger!"

"animals like me," steve shrugs. "plus, i think shes just happy i cleaned her litter box."

"i told you that there wasnt any need-"

"i wanted to help, mrs. henderson." steve reassures her for the millionth time. in this instance, he can see how much you resemble your mother. both of you too kind to ask for help.

claudia tauts at steve and shakes her head. she knows what hes doing, she saw jonathan do it for the five years he spent his childhood within her home.

claudia henderson knows what a boy looks like when hes in love with her daughter.

steve goes back to gently petting tews' head and claudia sighs. she knows she shouldnt intervene, but youre her baby girl and steve seems like such a wonderful boy.

the mother smiles softly at the teen sitting across from her. "jonathan is a lovely boy, ive watched him grow up and bring my y/n back to life after everything that happened when she was young, but i havent seen my daughter glow quite as much as she does when shes around you."

claudias eyes never stray from steve. he doesnt look up at her, but she knows hes heard what shes said by the way his breath catches, ever so slightly. she doesnt want to push him, but she can sense that hes a hurt boy who has been drawn in by your endless kindness. taking a breath, she says, "im happy my daughter has you, steve."

steves breath catches again and he coughs, trying to clear his throat of the shock he feels at your mothers words. in his startle, tews jumps out of his lap and returns to claudia, sending him a disgruntled glare as she settles herself into the womans lap.

"yeah, well." steve coughs again, eyes looking everywhere but at claudia. "im happy i have y/n, too."

claudia claps her hands, satisfied with his response. "good! now, dusty tells me your family is rich?"

a loud and unexpected laugh escapes steves mouth and his head spins at his bizarre the situation is. claudia snickers, pleased with herself, and steve once again sees so much of you in the woman. "dusty would be correct."

"even better!"

neither are sure how much time passes, but eventually their conversation transitions from a weird heart to heart to gossip about the neighborhood. before you arrive home, steve learns about the creepy neighbor down the street named dave, about the couple next door who just had a baby named penelope, and about the dog a few blocks down that once chased you when you were younger.

"the dog chased her halfway across hawkins! i swear, its why that girl now likes that insane hobby of hers." claudia huffs, stroking tews' head once more.

"she likes to run?" steve asks, amazed that he still has so much to learn about you.

"who likes to run?" you ask, stepping through the front door with dustin behind you. when you see steve sitting on your couch across from your mother, your shoulders drop. "oh, no. is my mom telling you more embarrassing stories about me?"

dustins shoulder knocks against yours as he walks inside. "did my mom tell you about the time y/n peed the bed last year?"

steves eyes widen and you jump on top of your brother, strangling him. "shut up!"

you wack at your brothers head and manage to bring him to his knees as you wrestle on the ground. dustin screeches and tries to claw you off of him, but youre still slightly bigger (though he keeps growing more and more every day). its a tangle of limbs and screams.

claudia and steve watch from the couch, both of them smiling fondly at the sight of the two siblings strangling one another.

"precious kids, mrs. henderson." the teen winks again at claudia, and she laughs.

[a2a2a2-1]

Back in Town

Disclaimer: This is my first story so please forgive any typos and Errors. This is a fiction.

Dave’s side: It was nearing the end of summer. My wife was driving back home from visiting her parents out of state. It had been 3 long weeks, and I was so excited for her to get back. This was really started to test my will power. We were both very sexually driven, and this was the longest either of us had resisted since we were together. We talked when we could over the phone and agreed that we could play and tease all we wanted but would save the best until she was back. My ball ached for release, but I know that would be soon enough. The night before she was due back, she had spent most of the night teasing me with naught pic she had takin as well as sending a few Tumblr account she was using for inspiration. It always fascinated me how she fantasied about other woman before we meet, but was too shy to do anything about it. It was now the morning and I had fallen asleep as she were chatting. I checked my phone and saw a few more pics she had sent. The morning wood was ready before I even opened the links and was dripping within moments later. Along with the snaps of her teasing me with her panties that were soaked thought and her wet finger as she sucked off her juices, there was also another Tumblr page she had sent. This had quite a collection, the most recent were lovely selfies of gorgeous ladies that were clearly not meant to be shared. I was annoyed that several had been taken down and could not help but wanted what I had missed. It was all I can do to keep from exploding as some of the must have just turned legal. I send her a few inspiration pics back and got out of bed to get the day started. It was a hot summer day as I drove to the job project. Traffic was stop and go and I could not help but let my mind wonder about the last post she had sent, were they all 18? It was then I saw the HS girls cross country team jogging next to my car. Before I knew it, my hand was adjusting for more space. They are all in their tight spandex shorts and sports bras. That tan skin glistened in the morning sunlight. I was lost in the view as the jogged. Traffic was crawling due to the reduced lanes ahead. They would get a few cars ahead then I would pass them, then they would catchup and pass me, and so on. As we approached a redlight I watched as they stopped and stretched. So much beauty but so off limits. My dick throbbed for more space in my jeans. I was pulled from my trance as the car behind me honked got get my attention as the car in front had turned right. I pulled up next to the girls while they were still waiting and watched one of them adjust her shorts in front. The light accentuated her camel toe as she pulled them up tight. My dick throbbed on more time. The leaders of the group clearly growing impatient by the long light then turned and looked at me. I smiled and gave them the nod to cross over if they wanted. They all waved while crossing, and I felt my heart raced; So many beautiful young ladies right in front of me. As the last of them passed I remembered my dashcam and I checked to make sure it was running. Once I got to the work parking lot, I downloaded the Video and sent a few still images of the girls waving to my wife with the caption, “you better hurry back.” It did now take long for a reply, but I had to wait for my lunch break for a save Time to open it. It was a picture of her panties on the floor of the driver’s seat, clearly this got her going.

Megan’s side: It had been 3 long weeks since I had let my self orgasm. This edging game was making me lose my mind. I as finding myself looking at all kinds of sites I had never expected. Tumber was fascinating world that I kept returning to. I love Dave and would do anything for him, but my lord it would have been fun to explore with a girl before I meet him. I was looking forward to getting home and know this would help keep me out of trouble. My desires had drifted, and I longed for the release. I would be heading home in the morning and had one last night of edging. I was teasing Dave as he enjoys, and was getting lost in the rabbit holes on Tumblr. I found a page with many stunning teens. I knew they looked a little younger that was I would have normally sent but fuck did they have me going. The thin figure and perk tit, and fit abs was almost too much. I know I could never send this page to Dave. When I woke up the next morning. I was in shock, as I realized I had sent that page after all, and he had sent back a close up of his wet head with stream of precum running down the shaft. I was wet already. I checked and saw that most of the pic had been pulled by now and felt a wave of relief come over me. I clean up, showered, said my goodbyes and got on the road. As I got on the Highway I heard my phone ding. As I looked at the text, I left waves of lust and jealousy flood over me. Fuck these girls were hot!! Young, sure but still hot as hell. Before I know it by hand was under my skirt playing. My mind raced thinking about a little slut stealing him away from me. The mix of emotions was intoxicating. I was drawn back to reality as the pump light came and I tried to refocus on driving. There was something about that picture… What was it? I pulled into the station and realised how wet my panties were I pulled them off and send one last tease to Dave. My Mind was still stuck on those runners…

Ali It had been crazy last several months. Moving back to live with my grandparents was not how I wanted to start 8th grade. It sure is weird being back in the town after 4 years away. It nice to get back to running with a group. It was a hot summer morning as normal, and I was with the girls this time. They were so fast and more developed but today was just an easy 6-mile jog, so I could keep up with the pack for a change. I would normally just hang back with a few friends I had reconnected with. They were just starting High School and they invited me to train with their team as mine didn’t start till after school started in a few weeks. We took a different path than normal, and I was lost in thought. My mind wondered about some many things be kept circling back to wondering if the boys had matured at all. We had stopped while waiting for a light to turn green. I looked at one of the cars that had also stopped and knew it looked familiar but could not quite place it. The older girls smiled and waved at the driver as they passed in front. I looked and waved as I passed. He had quite a smirk on his face. I’m sure he’s enjoying the view. I was shocked when my mind started to wonder more about him. I know I shouldn’t be thinking those kinds of thoughts but since moving back I was thinking about boys more and more. Some of the older girls talk about already having already done things with their boyfriends. I envied them. I wish I wasn’t so shy. I needed someone I trust to talk to. I tried to think about something else. But as we ran my mind shifted back to that car and the driver. Did I know him? I remember that car, but from where?

Dave: Work was slow and it was all I could do to keep my mind distracted. I caught myself daydreaming then realizing I was starting to get hard as I thought about Megan running with the girls. I stopped myself and refocused. I got a text message from Megan that she was on track and would be home around 4:45. My mind races with how best to celebrate her return. And I was out the door right at 5:00 as shift ended. Megan: The drive home was flying by as traffic was light for weekday. That, combination with my mind elsewhere, and before I knew it, I was actually a ahead of schedule. I texted Dave that I would still be on track, so I had time to shower and surprise him before he got home. Once home I got in the shower and gave everything a fresh shave as I knew Dave was not a fan of this bush. I got out of the shower and heard doorbelling. Was Dave home early… it was only 415? That little devil. I put on a towel and ran to the door. Ali: It wasn’t till I was home and was in the shower that I remembered. I must have been my old nanny Megan’s car… and was there her boyfriend? Or well maybe even husband? Oh wow. It took me a second to realize where my hand was thinking about them. I flashed back to Megan talking about him… that seemed so long yet it was all so vivid. I found myself thinking back to Megan’s body as well. She was so beautiful, toned body. My hand moved up to by little tits, they were just starting fill. Not as big as Megans just yet, but it was fun to watch them giggle a little as I bounded. The water was starting to get cold, so I dried off and got dressed. I went back to my room and looked to see if could find a number for her. I didn’t find anything but thought their house was just a few blocks away. I checked with Granny who confirmed and said I could ride my bike over after dinner if I got my chores done. Lucky for me they eat supper early, so I was ready to head over by 4:00. Why was I so excited and nerves? It was about a 15min ride through the subdivision, and I walked up and rang the bell. I was shocked when Megan answered the door it a towel. Her blond hair still wet and Dripping. The towel was half hooked tucked over her boobs and barley covered the rest of her. I was frozen. She looked stunning. The next thing I knew I was in the air. My face was pressing agents her breasts and my arms were rapped around. I didn’t want this to end…

Wow this story is taking on a tease of its own… guess we should pause it here and make this a multi part story. Sorry for the long build-up but I’m working on part 2 and will have it out shortly. Stay tuned…

[marksbear]

police consultant reader who constantly flirts w spencer reid? things like "the perp must be taking them out to dinner, which i am also going to do if the nerd doesn't stop being cute" and "the doctor stole my heart, arrest the thief!"

just pure fluff with a charming reader —⚰️

It's short BUT not too short y'know. And I made sure this is all pure fluff my love! ⚰ and thanks for requesting!

SPENCER REID X CHARMING POLICEMAN READER

"When are these guys about to arrive?" Morgan says impatiently crossing his arms and taps his foot growing tired of all the waiting.

"Be patient Morgan. These guys are flying all the way here from Georgia just to help us in this case." Hotch says looking over the case once more trying to figure anything out.

The BAU hasn't made any progress trying to figure out who the unsub is and why they're doing this. So Rossi made a few calls and punched a favor in from Georgia's own BAU unit to come help them out with the case.

"How did you even convince them to come out all the way here?" Reid asks looking up from the folders to Rossi. "Well the team leader over there owes me a big favor from a few years back, so why not use it now." Rossi answers with a smirk.

Before Reid could ask another question the room door opens wide as a group of people walk inside. "Agent Rossi?" An older man's voice rings out looking around the room for his old friend. Rossi stands out his chair and welcomes the older man with a small hug.

"Xavier, hello my friend how are you?"

"Good Dave. Boy how I missed you! Please tell me, what has been going on with you?"

Before Rossi could respond back an unknown and younger voice cuts him off. "Great, theres nothing worse than two old men catching up." Earning a few laughs from the group of agents. Xavier rolls his eyes at the younger male before introducing everyone to his team.

"And this is special agent---" "Y/n L/n. And you are? Let me guess. Agent cutie?" Y/n cuts off his boss again looking at Reid with a smirk. Morgan and Penelope giggle among each other looking at the flustered doctor.

"U-uhm... Doctor Spencer Reid." Spencer says with a stutter making him even more embarrassed than before.

"You know doc, I think I maybe have hurt myself on the plane while getting here. Like my whole head and especially lips hurt, but~ theres nothing a little kiss can't fix, isn't that right doc?" Y/n says with a wink and taps his lips. Y/n stalks up closer to Spencer and leans down by him, so he can get a better look. "I bet---" Before Y/n could flirt with Reid more he was pulled away from one of his workers.

"That's enough L/n. You're acting like a predator with its prey." The worker Anne says pulling her friend away. "If that's true he must be the beautiful rabbit and i'm the---" Anne covers Y/n's mouth with her hand shutting him up.

Xavier laughs out and says "Sorry about that. Thats Y/n just being Y/n. Now lets get down to business shall we?"

Both BAU teams work with each other. They imagine the unsubs profile and picture them having a reason why and how the unsub is doing this. But why all have to figure out where the unsub picking up/ taking the women.

"The perp must be taking them out to dinner, which i am also going to do if the nerd doesn't stop being so damn cute."Y/n flirts giving Spencer a wink as well. Anne groans and rolls her eyes. "What? That wasn't good? Cmon y'all know that was good." Y/n says with a laugh.

"Y/n is right. The unsub must be inviting them to dinner or a bar since every victim dressed like they were going somewhere fancy something with romantic intentions." Reid adds also trying to ignore Y/n's last comment, but fails from the obvious blush on his face.

"The case also lists that the victims were already dating someone. So it's most likely the unsub is going for cheaters or something of that sort." Hotch also adds in. Everyone in the room begins to list theories and possible reasons as to why the unsub is doing this. Y/n whispers into his co-workers ears while eyeing Spencer no doubt giving him signals that he's talking about him.

"Guys... After this case is done I have another case involving me. the doctor stole my heart, arrest the thief! And have him sentenced to life with me~" Y/n says causing both teams to aww and tease Spencer. "Awww~ Spence got himself a boyfriend!~" Derek teases causing Penelope to giggle and join in. "Y/n and Spencer kissing in a tree--" Before Penelope could finish Spencer covers his face in embarrassment causing everyone to laugh and giggle.

"You two just get a room already." Hotch adds in with the jokes causing everyone to pitch in their own joke to make the doctor even more embarrassed. "When is the wedding? And where are my grandchildren?" Rossi says with a laugh.

"I'm already planning to get on one knee." Y/n says causing everyone to laugh and giggle.

"Alright alright. Everyone gets back on track, then we can plan me and Spencer's future together. Like how much kids were having, who's moving in with who. When can I kiss him. And so on and so on. I don't my future husband to die from being so cute~ and from blushing." Y/n says wrapping his arm around Spencer's shoulder.

THE END

[autistichalsin]

Some of my favorite voice lines (either because of the lines themselves or because of Dave's delivery) from this collection of every line Halsin had in the game (and some he technically didn't because they weren't Halsin lines at all, but lines other characters have that they had Dave record for some reason):

5:07 "Fancy a b-oink? Indeed, you'll be hard-pressed to find a joke I haven't."

8:26 "I am Halsin. First Druid of the Emerald Grove. And I am here to VISIT NATURE'S FURY UPON YOU!" (From his revenge scene if the grove is raided- just, brilliant acting, gives me the chills every time. Give Dave an award please)

10:10 "Karlach. I am glad you can enjoy the touch of another once again. And I hope you are afforded much more time than you've been told. A lifetime and more, if I have a say in it."

17:33 "Lae'zel could not have wished for a finer companion by her side. You truly love her, I can tell. Just... keep each other safe, please."

25:05 (Tav or Durge line) "Yeah, she's not coming back."

27:44 "Shadowheart. These truths that have been revealed to you... I know they must be painful. But Oak Father as my witness, I know you are strong enough to bear them. You need not walk this path alone."

34:08 "I am sorry, Gale. You tried. Mystra was wrong to turn on you, no matter what mistakes you made in the past."

35:57 "Time can prove to be a trickster on one's recollections. What would be multiple lifetimes for others now separate me from my captivity. Perhaps I have lost perspective on what happened to me."

39:06 "Re-education. As if this sect has not mangled poor Shadowheart's mind enough already."

41:59 "I need you!"

47:08 (Shadowheart line) "Let's see what comfort we can offer a grieving mother."

47:57 "You have carried this burden for too long already. I simply do not believe that ceremorphosis is the only course left to you! Orpheus must help us." (He is so protective of the player 😭 )

52:03 "We need to be gone from here- now!"

53:10 (Tav/Dark urge line) "In my name." (Amazing acting for that line, makes me wish SO BAD we could have Origin Halsin)

1:04:13 "A mindflayer?! What foul trickery is this?"

1:04:20 "I am no stranger to the Underdark. Cruelty comes to Lolth's followers as naturally as breathing. I have seen it- experienced it." (You can tell he still holds so much grief and anger over what happened to him in the Underdark.)

1:04:32 "Do not yield, Karlach. The world has need for you yet. I have need for you yet. Please." (The way his voice breaks here just wrecks me.)

1:10:13 "Let our enemies' corpses nourish the ground!"

1:13:20 "Gale, what's troubling you? We're nearly at the end, I know it."

1:14:52 (Tav/Dark Urge line) "That's what was in there? Those little shits."

1:21:26 "You have upended nature's balance. Only your death can restore it!" (From the Halsin revenge scene.)

1:24:31 "Last Light fell because you could not control the violence in your heart. All those people perished because of what you did to Isobel. You must try harder. You must be better."

1:24:26 "There must be no more Yennas."

1:25:39 "No, it's wooden. Um. I suppose it burns if you find yourself in dire need of kindling, but I hope it does not come to that." (Referring to his whittled duck)

1:35:12 (Karlach line) "Rest in peace, Astarion. You may have been a bloodthirsty murderer, but I liked you all the same."

1:37:03 "Death is nature's final slumber. It awaits us all. Do not punish yourself over those lost, or give in to despair. Not while there are folks in need of your help."

1:40:57 "Do not yield, Karlach. Stay with us. Stay with the ones who love you." (Just breaks my heart. 😭 )

1:43:28 "You deserve so much better, but alas... I understand. Do as you must."

1:57:27 "You seem to be mumbling to yourself- aren't I enough company for you?" (To Shadowheart)

2:08:57 "GLORY?! There's no glory here! Now there's nothing here. Only shadows, and the total absence of hope!"

2:09:37 "I see. Well. Perhaps not all friendships are destined to be balanced and reciprocal. But I remain eternally grateful for having met you, all the same. Rest well."

2:13:27 "We are. Yet there is a burden to being the survivor, the witness to others' tragedies. It only grows heavier with time."

2:16:26 "You worship Shar?! That umbral witch unleashed a plague of darkness on nature! Her followers slew many of my fellow Druids!" (So much pain and anger here.)

2:20:41 "It wasn't just power this needed! It was wisdom, understanding! I suffered along with this place for years trying to understand the curse! And it seems I will continue to do so."

2:21:46 Maniacal laughter (I can only imagine this happens if you get hit with Tasha's Hideous Laughter, and this one was incredible in that it SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME LMFAO I was so creeped out. HUGE props to Dave Jones for that one.)

2:26:15 (Dark Urge line) "In Bhaal's name."

2:33:13 "Poor creature! Locked in a cage, denied her true nature. Civilization would cause her a monstrosity, yet it treats her like this?!"

2:34:54 "What are you doing?! No!"

2:39:01 "Ah, but the glory can be found in the telling! The children love tales of underdogs, facing odds most unlikely! They shall appreciate your story, trust me."

2:40:20 "The Rite of Thorns? No..."

2:42:09 "I was not here to guide them. Now they rest forever, while I carry the weight of my failings."

2:52:35 "Nature cares little for nobility- it is pure artifice. But I can still hold some respect for Wyll's accomplishment. He shall be a fine duke, I am sure."

2:53:50 "Please. Don't sully the gratitude I feel towards you by making excuses for Kagha. My choice was clear."

2:56:01 (Orin-as-Halsin) "Please, wait. I did not want this. I could not stop it."

3:19:56 "Hmm. Perhaps I can substitute the bloodlust and, well, general lust for cuddles and animals in the retelling. The children will be confused, but no matter- they will soon be asleep."

3:23:38 "I am glad to have Gale back with us. The group would be poorer without his insights- and his company."

3:27:00 "That was no killing blow- far from it. What happened?"

3:27:49 "Silvanus guard us- what have you done?!"

3:29:58 "If this is what you truly want, I shall respect your wishes. But know that you shall not die, not truly. Nature's realm shall be yours- in the air, the trees, the waters."

3:32:27 "Don't do this! Your life!" (When a mind flayer character commits suicide in the ending)

3:34:47 Pained groaning (IDK it just sounded so damn real here, I could just imagine Halsin with a giant gaping wound or something here)

3:38:53 "The machine! It's going to blow!"

3:41:12 "Come on, you useless turnip!"

3:46:43 "You can still save yourself, Karlach. You can return to Avernus- it need not be forever. Just long enough to give yourself a chance..." (His voice sounds so small and pleading here 😭 )

3:48:12 (Dark Urge line) "In Bhaal's name." (Just a really good delivery)

3:48:54 "But... friendship is no consolation trophy. I cherish the bond we have forged. Whether it should grow into something else is... not for me to predict."

3:49:20 "Vampire spawn assailing us in the night? I thought we had ample troubles as it was. At least you are safe, Astarion."

3:51:00 "I was never afforded a chance to start a family of my own- serving nature always had to come first."

3:51:07 "You thought she was an imposter- a threat. This was a trap of Orin's creation. Yenna's death is on her hands, not yours."

3:51:22 "Your rage is most impressive, Karlach. If the lesson is not to provoke your temper, consider it well-learned."

3:59:04 "Ha! I suppose I did, didn't I? I was so focused on helping Thaniel that my sense of decorum was neglected."

4:06:02 "Truly? I thought you felt the same way as me. There was a connection, I-I was sure!" (Oh my god he sounds like he's fucking CRYING here and this legitimately made me whimper out loud and hide my face. I have NEVER needed to hug a character THIS BADLY before oh my god give Dave Jones all of the awards please)

4:17:03 "Oak Father, what did I do to deserve such allies?!"

4:18:03 "This... orb. Gale carries a most dire burden. I wish he had shared it with us sooner."

4:18:58 "Time for blood!" (In bear form)

4:19:31 "Karlach has had her mortality defined to her in most cruel terms. I do not know if we can help her, but perhaps we can at least be there for her."

4:23:19 "FINE!" (He just sounds so done lmfao)

4:23:20 "And yet, she fears there are none to inherit her work, so she goes on. Long life can be a burden at times- I know that well."

4:24:45 "You shall live on. And wherever I go, I shall feel your presence, and you mine." (To Origin Karlach in the ending- this whole scene would be really beautiful if they would just fix a few things)

4:27:55 "Your power is buoyed by a sea of innocent blood! I hope you are pleased."

4:28:26 (Tav/Dark Urge line) "In my name." (Gave me chills)

4:30:59 (Tav/Dark Urge line) "What in the hells, Astarion?! You bit me!"

4:32:39 "Remember, whatever evil is trying to control you, I know you are stronger. Resist."

4:35:08 Pained groaning and cries (They just sounded so real and painful)

4:37:11 "Dominate the brain! Do it now, or all is lost!"

4:47:46 "I will not go on without you!"

4:49:18 "Perhaps try attacking the enemy!" (He sounds so done lmfao)

4:49:25 "That contraption looks set to kill you, not save you! Get clear of it at once!"

4:50:27 "A cruel blow. Astarion loved feeling the caress of the sun, only now it gouges him with its claws. Perhaps we shall meet again, beneath the shield of darkness."

4:53:23 Maniacal laughter (Truly terrifying just like the other one)

4:58:49 (Yenna line [yes really]) "Where am I? I don't like this dream!"

4:59:04 "Nature bows to none. It will fight on and survive, no matter what madness your god has inspired you to undertake."

5:03:51 "Stuck, eh? Straight out of bawdy literature."

5:09:57 "Killing Orin won't bring Yenna back, but it may give her some peace, and me... a great deal of satisfaction."

5:11:26 "No! Have you taken leave of your senses?!"

5:15:27 "This may keep the city safe, but to seal all those unfortunates away forever? Death would have been more merciful."

5:16:44 "Stay your hand, Astarion! To sacrifice so many is a tyrant's ambition!"

5:16:52 "I... cannot imagine how you are feeling, Gale. For a goddess to ask a mortal to pay such a price... I am sorry for... for your burden."

5:19:44 "Immortal... and angered. What have I done...?"

5:20:43 "The power of the bear lies within me!"

5:22:47 "In that case, nothing more needs to be said. Farewell." (Said if a player who has low approval with Halsin at the epilogue party says they have no interest in taking the olive branch Halsin extended; I like this one because he sounds like a strange combination of sad and relieved at the same time, which is such a realistic combination of feelings!)

5:26:14 "Slain and stuffed. I would like to do the same to whoever's handiwork this is." (About a taxidermy baby bear)

5:26:19 "My heart grows heavy for Karlach. She can touch once more, yet is her remaining time to truly be so short? I shall pray to Silvanus that it does not come to pass."

5:32:10 "I... cannot imagine how you are feeling, Gale. For a goddess to ask a mortal to pay such a price... I am sorry for... for your burden. Though I wish you had told us of your predicament before."

5:36:33 (Orin-as-Halsin) "I lost control. I felt the bear take over, blood-crazed. And she forced me into a cage, along with... *sobs* with children, taken from the streets." (I think this one is a slightly different version than what ended up used? The sobbing is definitely more prominent if nothing else.)

5:39:28 "I hoped my friends would save me..." (Dave manages to make Halsin's body sound dead-corpse-emotionless and yet sad at the same time.)

5:39:45 "I hoped my loved would save me..." (Same as above)

5:41:08 "Your gold and your loins. Not for me to dictate what you do with either."

5:41:20 "You were not even born when Shar's followers slew my fellow Druids, or when her shadow curse tainted the land. I can get past those... but I truly wish you had trusted me sooner."

5:52:36 "No matter how long I live, I will never get used to the cruelty that infests our world. That such evil is allowed to breathe the same air as us is an abomination."

5:57:33 (Tav/Durge line) "In my name."

6:02:56 "Of course... somehow I'd hoped for a miracle, but of course... the only miracles are those we make ourselves." (He's talking about Karlach/her engine here)

6:03:57 "I was all too eager to surrender my responsibilities towards the Grove, and now it has been sealed away from the world! Perhaps I was never meant to be Archdruid... to be a leader."

6:08:29 "NO! Cease now, before you doom us all!"

6:09:22 (Dark Urge line) "In Bhaal's name."

6:20:05 "I shall endeavor to be more tactful when trying to make friends in future."

6:22:06 "You are afraid because you are alive, and you have something to lose. Hold onto that."

6:26:58 "You will not desecrate this grove! Not while I draw breath!"

6:33:00 "This need not be a parting, so long as you fight on. You and I can each roam apart, until nature compels our paths to cross once again."

6:41:42 "I shall miss him, though I hope he proves to be a kindly god. I've had my fill of the tyrannical sort."

6:42:29 "Do as you must, as shall I. We shall meet again. It is as sure as the break of dawn, or the spring thaw."

6:44:49 "And I have been evicted from the very place I was charged to safeguard. A telling summary of my time as Archdruid, perhaps."

6:45:47 "Stay with me, my love."

6:50:36 "Do not falter, I am here!"

6:51:15 "Karlach. I am sorry. I shall not try to soothe you with gilded words, but... know that I am here for you."

[just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms]

Title: Atta Girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Word count: 1,330

Warnings: dirty talk, no actual smut but a definite lead up

A/N: I’ve never written Hotch before, so please be kind. I apologize for no editing, the idea came to me and I immediately wrote it on my phone lmao Enjoy! Feedback appreciated!!

Tagging @ssahotstuff and @hotchscvm because I recently discovered you guys and love your fics (hope it’s okay I tagged you!)

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Pulling into the motel parking lot the team exited their SUV’s, grabbing their bags and slowly walking towards the rooms. Each of you were at the brink of near collapse from exhaustion, so everyone agreed to whatever lodging was closest.

“Alright, get some sleep. We regroup around 8am.” Hotchner looked over his shoulder.

“Come on Hotch,” Morgan groaned. “Give us a break, man.”

Hotch stopped and took in the teams exhausted faces. “Okay, I’ll give you a break. 8:15am be ready.”

“Such generosity,” Emily laughed.

“Reid, Morgan, Dave, you’re all in room 7. Emily, JJ, Garcia, you’re all in room 8. Y/N,” he turned to you. “You’re with me. Each of the rooms can only sleep 3 with someone taking the couch.”

“Fine.” You didn’t argue and walked past him. “But if you snore I’m sleeping in the car.”

Walking into the room you both gave each other an exasperated look. The beds were tiny. There was a table and chair in the corner that looked like it would collapse any second. And neither of you wanted to be there, but also didn’t have the energy to verbally protest.

“I’m going to feel huge in this bed.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words. “What?”

“Um, in a different context that was kinda dirty.” You started to laugh again and Hotch ran his hands over his face.

“Must everything be dirty?”

“When it’s going to be funny, yeah.” You gave him a quick smirk and turned back to your bag. But it’s also a good option when you want to get a topic going.”

Hotch paused, staring down at his own bag. “Which one is it?”

You paused. “Right now? Funny.” You paused again. “But that’s just right now.”

Hotch let your words sink in and before he could respond you were the first to speak.

“Shower?” Hotch turned at your words. “Do you need it right now because I’m gross as hell.”

“Oh, no, all yours.” Hotch turned back to his bags to unpack his things.

You got the shower running and were halfway through shampooing when you heard a knock. “Y/N? I…”

“Yes?”

“I really, really need to pee. I’m sorry.” You could tell the mortification on his part through the door.

“You’re fine! Come in. I grew up with one bathroom so I’m used to it.”

As the door opened Hotch tried to keep his composure. “I am sorry.” You could tell he was hesitating.

“Um, you do remember I was a nurse for 5 years right? This is nothing.” Your words helped him relax.

While you finished rinsing your hair you were extremely aware of the fact that only a thin curtain stood between the two of you. You were completely exposed, and in a way so was he.

You could hear him wash his hands and leave the room. Quickly finishing you toweled off, threw your hair in a second towel, and wrapped yourself tightly making sure it wouldn’t fall. Grabbing the door handle you opened the door. “Bathrooms free.”

Hotch grabbed his things and walked over. As you moved to leave, he was coming through the doorway. Your chest brushed against his and your towel started to slip. As your hand flew to grab the towel, Hotch stared down at you, focusing on your face.

“That’s the second time you’ve been ‘inappropriate’ tonight.” Hotch’s eyes never left yours. “I’m starting to think you were trying to start a conversation earlier.”

Unsure of how to respond you moved through the doorway and turned to him. “Glad you’re finally catching on,” you smirked and walked away. Hotch took a deep breath and closed the door.

You grabbed a tank top and underwear and right as you covered yourself you heard the door open. “Can I come out? I forgot something.”

“Yeah no problem.” You answered not really realizing the level of undressed you were.

When Hotch turned the corner, he stopped mid-step, completely caught off guard. You didn’t even realize it until you felt his eyes on you.

“Oh, shit. Sorry. It’s how I slee-“ but you couldn’t finish your sentence. Standing there in nothing but a towel you took in his body. His large frame, his arms and shoulders, chest and torso.

“You good?” Hotch smirked, taking a few steps towards you.

“Um, respectfully,” you paused. “No way I could have guessed you looked….well this good under your suit.” Each of you let your words hang in the air. Hotch slowly started walking towards you.

“What caught your eye first?”

“I think…your biceps.” Your mind raced to give a reason. “You could really throw a girl around.”

In one motion Hotch crossed to you, grabbed your arms, circled them around his neck, and grabbed both your legs at your thigh to wrap around his waist. You buried your face in the base of his neck as you tightened your grip around his waist. Without a word he walked you to a wall and as soon as your back hit, he pulled his head back as you let yours rest against the wall. His eyes studied your face. Pupils dilated, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and chest rapidly rising and falling.

“You’re right. I can throw a girl around.”

“Show me.” You challenged.

Hotch smirked. “First I gotta make sure you’ll be worth it.”

It was your turn to smile. “Oh I promise…I will be.”

“I knew you would.”

Finally breaking the tension you pulled his lips to yours. You held the kiss, neither of you moving for several seconds. When the kiss finally broke, you each pulled back and smiled.

“Fucking hell Y/N.”

Hotch pressed his lips back to yours and this time the kiss was deeper. Your tongues slowly met and you tangled your fingers into his hair as your grip tightened on the top of his back. He dug his nails lightly, but firmly into your thigh with one hand and brought the other to tangle in your hair at the base of your head.

You needed him to know you were all in, but also you weren’t going to let him run the show. At least not right away. Getting a good grip on his hair you pulled his head back. You dragged your tongue up the side of his neck before resting your lips right next to his ear.

“You take on too much, and are in control too often. Let me show you what a good girl like me can do to you.”

Hotch’s breath caught in his throat before he let out a soft, low laugh that made his chest rumble. It was his turn to fist and pull your hair, exposing your neck to drag his tongue across your pulse point. His lips rested at the base of your ear and he paused to collect himself.

“You will be my good girl…however,” his hand let go of your hair and moved in one smooth motion to lightly grip your throat, “you will also be my dirty little slut, just for me, and show me every trick you have. I will take control when you edge me to the point I have no choice but to stop you so that after I make you cum again,” his grip tightened around your throat, “and again,” his grip tightened more, “and again, I will force you to the point you are literally begging for me to rail you until you nearly black out you cum so hard on my cock.” His hand let go and went back to grab your thigh. “Understand?”

Your head was spinning. Your pussy was tingling. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to kiss him or drop to your knees right then.

“I understand completely…sir.”

“Atta girl.”

He let you down slowly to your feet. His towel falling away as you slid down his body.

“Now,” he took a step back. “Show me how my perfect good girl will be my dirty little slut.”