#before anyone is at my throat for that AGAIN ya is a specific thing if you just read that fine but don’t presume it defines anything bc no

[aurorawritestoescape]

JOEL’S VISIT | Bad Blood Extra | 3,8k

Summary: Joel pays you a visit and makes your night unforgettable.

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel is in his late 40s), step uncle!Joel is a warning in himself, stepdad Tommy makes an appearance (kinda), fingering, ass play, anal, sex toy, spit as lube, pussy slapping, cum eating, creampie, degradation kink, praise kink, alcohol consumption, swearing.

A/n: written as a naughty bday present for my love @milla-frenchy 🥳 happy birthday, baby!😘🩷 ILY! Hope you’ll enjoy my little gift❤️ and Joel’s huge gift🍆🍑😏

Pics are only for the mood. Reader has no specific physical description. Reader wears a skirt. Dividers by @strangergraphics-archive

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You step into your favorite bar in your college town and search for him. You notice the familiar broad shoulders far away from the crowd and saunter there, on the way turning heads of the other patrons but you don’t care about them. As if by a magnet you’re being pulled to the man, who’s sipping whiskey in a dark corner booth. Joel Miller.

You hate to admit it but you really missed the fucker. Missed his rough hands, his dirty words, his assholish attitude. No one else can make your blood boil like that but the hate you often feel towards him morphs into passion so fast that you wonder if your relationship is meant to be. As toxic as they are, you've never felt such a strong pull towards anyone. Except your stepdad Tommy of course.

Right now Joel’s in the dog house. You’re still fuming over his intention to fuck someone with the hard on YOU gave him. So you don’t sit next to him and instead settle in front of the man at the booth.

Joel looks up from his drink and a smirk tugs at his lips, shining with drops of whiskey.

“Hey, uncle Joel,” you greet him with a reserved smile. He’s wearing a denim vest with a white tank top underneath and his huge arms make your heart skip a beat. Why does he always look so delicious?

“Hello, angel.”

His eyes slide down to your lips and then cleavage, with your tits almost spilling out of your top by design. He adjusts himself before asking,

“Doncha wanna give your favourite uncle a kiss?”

“Not really,” you reply as your eyes are boring into him.

He huffs a laugh and rubs his scruffy cheek.

“Being a cold bitch doesn’t suit you, baby. I prefer you needy and with my cock between your pretty lips.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, but your mouth waters at his words.

“It’s a health issue, Joel. I don’t wanna catch anything after you fucked every hole in Austin.”

Joel’s brows rise up and he leans forward, planting his elbows on the table. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you ogle his arms and shoulders.

“Oh, little slut’s jealous.”

You cross your arms making your breasts almost jump out of your top and lie,

“No, I‘m not.”

He narrows his eyes at you and takes a sip of his whiskey before talking again.

“Here’s a thing, angel. You can keep Tommy’s balls in a cute box under your bed. I don’t care. But ya definitely not getting mine.”

You scoff and he leans back against the seat.

“So let’s make it clear— I fuck whoever I want whenever I want.”

You clench your jaws as anger and jealousy squeeze your throat.

For some time you two sit in silence, the air between you electrified and heavy.

Finally Joel gets up with a grunt and you look up at him scared that he might leave, abandon you, but to your relief he comes up to your seat and plops down next to you. He turns to you slightly and puts his huge arm on the backrest behind you. He’s so close that it feels like a hug. His scent immediately envelops you and you gush as if on command.

“Look at me,” Joel gruffs but you keep staring ahead of yourself.

“Look. At. Me.”

The steel in his rumbling voice makes you throb and you turn your face to him, hiding your true emotions, your expression angry and cold.

“I’ve had a shitty day, angel. Don’t make it worse.”

He sounds serious and you furrow your brows with worry.

“What happened?”

Joel grabs his drink and finishes it. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand and talks to the empty glass.

”Paid Jess a visit today. Tommy left some stuff at your… her house.”

“Why didn’t he go himself?” you ask, feeling a pang of sadness that Tommy didn’t tell you anything.

Joel laughs.

“I don’t think he wants to meet your dear mother. He fucked her daughter on their marital bed. She ain’t exactly waiting for him there with open arms.”

“And you? I’m sure she wasn’t happy to see you either.”

“I don’t give a fuck. The bitch can curse me out all she wants. Tommy’s just too good of a guy. Feels bad.”

“Whatever,” you grumble.

Your gaze drops and you sit quietly, deep in your thoughts. Does Tommy feel bad about what happened? If so does he regret your relationship? Does he regret you?

“Hey,” Joel calls and you immediately look up at him, noticing a trace of softness in his voice. “Tommy asked me to give you something.”

“What?”

Joel turns to you more, his thigh presses against yours, and he brings his hand to your jaw. He pinches your chin and slowly leans down.

You slightly open your mouth, welcoming him, and he kisses you. In a second he’s licking into your mouth with passion, claiming you in front of everyone, and you melt, tasting whiskey and cigarettes on his hot tongue. He grabs the back of your head and devours your mouth, swallowing your needy whimpers as his other hand settles on your bare thigh, close to your naked pussy under the short skirt. He squeezes your leg and, feeling how much he wants you, you gush more. Your soft moans are drowned in a sea of chatter and music at the bar. It takes just a few seconds of this, of him, to make your pussy uncomfortably wet. Your core is crying for more and you open your legs wider, signaling him to touch you.

Joel’s plush lips part from yours as he mumbles,

“Here’s my needy slut.”

You reply with a flirty smile and press your body closer to his.

“Take me to a motel. Want you to fuck me like one of your cheap hookers.”

You drag your nose up his neck and Joel groans, roughly kneading your thigh.

“My sweet niece needs to get railed, uh? Dontcha have some fuck boy on standby at your dorm?

“I don’t cheat on daddy,” you whisper against his neck.

“Oh?”

”It’s ok if it’s you. It’s different.”

Joel huffs and then his expression gets serious.

”I can’t do motel today, baby. Need to get going.”

“Already?” you whine, pouting your lips.

“Yeah. Have work tomorrow. And if I get you all to myself in a room I won’t be able to stop fucking ya for at least a week.”

You smile and playfully bite the skin of his neck, before purring, “Sounds good.”

Your pussy is tingling for him and you desperately need to alleviate the ache.

“Please, Joel,” you sit straight and plead, batting your lashes at him. “I miss your big cock so much.”

Joel's wolfish grin makes your clit throb with the beat of your heart. Your tactics seem to work because he adjusts his big bulge and groans,

“My truck. Now.”

You can’t get up fast enough and then hurry to the exit, feeling Joel’s eyes on your swaying ass.

The parking lot is dark, illuminated only by one street light, and almost empty except for a few cars. Joel motions to his truck and you shiver when you walk there but not because of the cold. The culprit is an anticipation of his hands on your body, his cock deep inside you.

Before getting in you stop with your back to your step uncle.

”Wanna show you something.”

You bend over slightly and then lift your skirt. He sees your bare ass and you hear a whistle.

“Juicy.” He grabs your asscheeks but you swat his hands away.

“No, Joel. Wait.“

You push your ass out and spread your cheeks so he could see a pink jeweled butt plug, shaped like a heart.

“Fuck, angel, this for me? Been training your ass to take my big dick?

“Yeah. I thought you might miss it.”

You sigh when he presses his whole frame to yours. His big hands start kneading your naked cheeks and he licks the side of your neck and sucks a hickey into your delicate skin.

“Tommy asked me to leave this as a message for everyone.”

“What’s the message?” You breathe out, grinding your butt against Joel’s bulge.

“This pussy‘s taken. You’re ours.”

You moan, reveling in the possessiveness of the brothers and the sensation of Joel’s heavy body, pressing you against the truck, and you’re slowly but surely drenching your inner thighs. Soon the need overtakes any pride you have left.

“Fuck me, Joel. Fuck my ass. Please.”

“Sure, angel,” he growls, taking a step back, and pulls you off the truck. ”Inside. On your back.”

You do as you’re told, drunk with desire and excitement, and lie down on the faux leather seat at the back of the car. Joel settles between your thighs and throws your left ankle on his shoulder, opening you up for him.

“You often fuck here?” you ask, noticing how fast he found a comfortable position.

He replies with a smirk, “No, only on special occasions.”

You shoot him a playful wink.

“Aww. I’m flattered.”

“Ya should be. I’ll probably spend ages cleaning everything off your slick, little slut.”

“Fuck you,” you giggle and spread your thighs wider, as he grabs your hips and lifts them a little.

The hem of your skirt slides to your waist and Joel leers at your exposed pussy. In the almost dark car his eyes are glinting like those of a predator in a night forest. Your breath hitches as you marvel at his handsome features, accentuated by the dim yellow glow from the outside.

Joel seems to be mesmerized by you too.

“Here she is. Wet little pussy.”

He covers your cunt with his big hand and you shiver when his warm palm squeezes your cold folds.

A gasp crawls up your throat as Joel begins playing with your slippery cunt, drawing soft moans from you—he slides his fingers over your lips, massages your mound, lightly grazes your eager clit and when he lowers his hand and brushes the pink heart of your butt plug, you buck your hips, calling for him to take you.

His light ministrations feel so good you might cry but they are not enough to satiate your thirst so you yank the neckline of your top down and start kneading your naked breasts.

“Fuck, angel, never met anyone this horny and cock hungry.”

You don’t reply, fully lost in the sensations, but Joel demands your attention by flicking your clit and you cry out as a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure shoots through your body.

“Joelllll,” you whine but then a hazy smile blooms on your face and your step uncle notices it.

“How could I forget that my little niece likes a lil bit of pain with her pleasure? Dirty fucking girl.”

You smirk and Joel continues,

“I see you clenching your holes, baby. That pretty plug of yours nearly jumped out of your asshole. Let’s make it dance.”

Suddenly he slaps your pussy with an open palm and you whine,

“Fuck, Joel.” Your body jerks and all your muscles contract. His hot palm lands on your blooming cunt again and again, the strokes light but precise and sharp. Your soft moans fill the truck, sometimes interrupted by Joel’s encouragement.

“Doing good, angel— ya know ya deserve it—look at ya asshole sucking in the plug— your pussy’s winking at me—can ya come like that, baby?”

Through the lustful fog in your head, you barely register what he wants from you but when you do, your fingers start twitching your nipples, pushing yourself closer to the edge.

Slap—slap—slap, Joel spanks your slicked puffy folds and when his wet hand hits your clit just right, you cry out. Your head dips into the seat, your back arches as you come undone from Joel’s rough caress and he praises,

“Yeah, like that, angel. Good fucking slut.”

It takes you some time to stop trembling and when your limbs and body relax, you find Joel’s obsidian eyes drinking in every sign of your ecstasy.

“That was…Wow. Never came from spanking before.”

“‘s weird considering what a bratty bitch you can be. I’d think every second lover wants to slap your cunt.”

You smirk and flutter your eyes shut, still melting after experiencing such an incredible pleasure.

But they immediately snap open when you feel your butt plug move. You see Joel’s eyes glued to your puckered hole, held open by the jeweled toy.

“Joel?” Your voice is strained by the overwhelming sensation of the plug shifting its position inside you and you lift yourself on your elbows to see what he’s doing.

“I really missed your tight hole, angel. Very. Much.”

Joel empathizes each word by moving the plug in and out of your asshole. It glides smoothly, covered with lube and now your slick. You bite your lip, and whimper at the sight and feeling of your tight hole, stretching around the shiny head of the plug and then clamping around its base.

“Damn,” Joel mumbles to himself, as his fingers leave the plug and he begins unbuckling his belt. “Your asshole‘s drenched by your needy pussy. Might do without lube.”

“Yeah, Joel, fuck me raw. ‘s ok if it burns a little.”

“Shit, angel. Naughty slut. Look what ya doing to me.”

Joel unzips his jeans and tugs them down and your eyes are graced with the sight of his huge hard cock. The tip looks like a fat shiny lollipop and you almost drool seeing it bob over your naked cunt.

“Let’s replace the toy with something better, baby”.

Joel’s hand confidently wraps around the base of his stiff manhood while the other pulls on the plug. Your asshole clenches around it tightly, not letting it go, but Joel slowly slides it out and your ring closes.

Your chest is heaving with a mixture of excitement and nerves as Joel slides his cock between your soaked folds, wetting it, and then nudges your asshole with his leaking tip. He pushes in and you take a deep breath to relax but your hole is too tight.

“C’mon, little slut, relax for me.”

”Yeah,” you nod obediently and lie back down, looking up and trying to relax your muscles.

”‘s like that, open up for me, angel. You’ve taken me before.”

“Yeah, but … when I took your huge dick Tommy was there. He knows how to make me relax.”

You find Joel’s obsidian eyes, and then look down at his lips. The man scoffs.

“I ain’t gonna smooch ya forehead, baby. And ‘good girl’ for sure ain’t about you, little slut. So let’s try something else.”

Suddenly you feel Joel’s cock bump into your hardened clit. You whimper, hazy eyes locked with Joel’s, and he drops his head and starts drawing circles over your sensitive bud with his slippery tip.

“Ya like when I do this?”

”Yeah.”

“Good, breathe, baby. Unclench for me. Uncle wants to ruin your tight ass.”

He’s swirling your clit for some time and when the sensation of him, massaging your pussy, brings you close to the second climax, he slides his cock down to your crack and pushes into your tight ring.

With a gasp you feel your asshole give in as he inserts his mushroom head inside your ass, slowly but assertively. Your nails dig into the faux leather of the seat while Joel groans and closes his eyes and you watch his handsome weathered face twist in pleasure.

“Fuckkk,“ he growls and your heart sings, seeing him enjoy your body that much. Not minding the dull pain and the feeling of fullness, you whisper,

“Deeper, Joel. Want your whole cock in my ass.”

He opens his eyes and smirks at you,

“‘Course, angel. Gonna use you so good, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

His promise should probably make you nervous but lust has completely taken over your body and mind so you bend your legs and press them to your sides, submitting your body to him like an offering.

Joel’s huge hands grab your asscheeks, he spreads them and holds you open before rolling his hips, pushing his cock deeper into you.

He’s grunting and groaning while you’re breathing in and out steadily, opening up for him more and more. Letting him claim the deepest part of you.

Soon Joel bottoms out with a satisfied sigh and stops his movement.

“Look at that, angel. My dick’s fully inside ya ass.” His eyes are focused on the place where he’s sheathed inside you. ”Fuck, I’m so happy Tommy married your mother. It brought me here.”

He chuckles and drops his head back in pleasure and you lift on your elbows to see the way you are joined and watch your asshole flex around the base of his cock.

“Yeah, glad we met, Joel. Now can you please move?” You whine, desperately needing more. Joel doesn’t make you wait- he grabs your hips tighter and slowly pulls his cock out almost to the tip and then slams it back inside as you moan and grab onto the seat.

He starts off slow, rhythmically moving his stiffness inside your ass, then pulls out his glistening shaft half way out of you, spits on it, and plunges back in your canal. You moan as the wetness adds to the pleasure, coursing through your body, and soon your sweet sounds and Joel’s groans fill the inside of the truck.

You whine your step uncle’s name and your hand slithers down to your cunt.

“What is it, little slut? Aw, your needy pussy’s lonely,huh?”Joel mocks, through gritted teeth, and you gloat inside thinking that he must have a real hard time trying not to burst inside you.

But you decide to be a good girl for him so you bite your lip, pull your eyebrows together and nod.

“You’re cute, let’s fill your sloppy hole too then.”

Joel leans down and brings his index and middle fingers to your mouth.

“Make ‘em all nice and wet, angel.”

You smile and take his thick digits between your lips and lick them, glide your tongue over his skin, coating it in your saliva.

When Joel decides it’s enough, he pulls them out and straightens, slowing down his thrusts.

With his cock deep in your ass, he pushes two of his fingers into your crying pussy and you both watch both of your holes being spread wide around Joel.

“Fuck, I’m so full. Your fingers are like another cock inside me.”

“Ya welcome,” he mumbles and starts fucking both of your entrances— your ass with his cock, your pussy with his hand.

If you were enjoying yourself before now you’re in heaven.

“Yes, Joel, don’t stop,” you moan and the man growls in response. His thick and long cock in your ass takes so much room that your pussy channel feels tighter, his fingers stimulate you so much better, that in no time your walls start contracting around his fingers. Squelching sounds of your weeping cunt makes Joel fuck into your holes faster and soon you unravel under his ministrations, crying out his name and arching your back off the seat. You’re trembling all over, cock dumb, pleasure drunk, biting your puffy lips and leaving scratches on the seat.

When you relax and melt under the man, he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, and slowly thrusting into your ass, lets you clean them up.

”Lick it off, angel, be a good girl.”

You lazily taste yourself and then he covers your body with his, pressing you into the seat, his hips flush with your asscheeks.

“Gonna come soon, baby. Gimme some sugar.”

With that he kisses you passionately and begins hammering into your ass, reaching the deepest spot inside you, feverishly chasing his climax.

Seizing this moment of unity with him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold him tight, while your tongues are moving against each other. You’re gladly letting him take everything from you and soon his muscles tense under your touch and he makes a few hard thrusts and then moans into your mouth and begins spurting ropes of hot cum inside you. He’s filling you up to the brim, his throbbing cock moving in and out of your tight canal, pushing his cum deeper into your stretched ass.

You’re nuzzling his cheek, tasting his skin with your tongue, and the overwhelming feelings in your chest make you forget your complicated relationship with the man stuffing you so well and you purr his name into his ear, softly, gently, pouring so much into these four letters. Joel locks eyes with you, while his cock still twitches inside you from time to time.

His gaze is relaxed, soft and satisfied, rid of the usual sharpness, mockery, guard.

Your throat squeezes and your breath hitches when you realize that you’re staring at someone else, someone deep inside Joel you know and before he disappears, hides behind the wall, you kiss him gently, hug him close, and he gives you all of that back.

A few minutes later Joel’s tucking his cock back into his jeans, groaning about your slick and scratches all over the seat. The asshole is back.

“Maybe ya wanna lick off your mess, angel?”

“Fuck off,” you snap, fixing your clothes, and then get into the front of the truck and carefully sit down on the passenger seat. Your ass is sore and plugged up again with Joel’s cum inside. ”A warm farewell gift for ya,” he laughed.

“Going raw was a mistake,” you complain with a hiss and watch him get behind the wheel with a lit cigarette between his lips.

“Take me to the dorm,” you command and Joel glares at you without moving.

“Please, uncle Joel,” you bat your lashes with exaggeration and he starts the car.

You immediately take out your phone and call Tommy.

“Hey, baby.”

“Daddy! Guess who just fucked my ass!” You chirp with excitement into the speaker.

You hear Tommy chuckling, Joel curses and smiles at you.

“I need the details, baby.”

You give Joel a wink and start talking.

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[luvjunie]

— braiding his hair

pairing: earth 42!miles x fem!reader

summary: Miles is very particular when it comes to how his hair looks, so he doesn’t let just anyone put their hands in his head. His mom has been braiding it for him since he was in middle school, and he’d found no reason to change routine until you’d randomly expressed interest one day. wc: 702

contains: fluff, fem!reader, envisioned as black!reader but not specified

word bank: “está bien, mi amor” - it’s okay, my love

You were dedicated on teaching yourself how to cornrow/dutch braid specifically for your boyfriend, Miles; having practiced on your little brother a few times before you proposed the idea. And while you could braid normally, you weren’t very well versed in braids to the scalp— those were an entirely different ballgame.

The first time he agreed to sit between your legs, handed you the rat tail comb, and simultaneously reached behind him to tug on his hair-tie and release his hair from the low ponytail it was in, you quickly understood why he kept it braided back. It was massive, and there was so much of it. Even with the sides of his hair faded you were still trying to figure out how it had this much volume. His curls were thick, coily in some places, silky and curled in others, falling just a bit below his shoulders. Hell, you were almost jealous.

It was as if he could read your mind from his seated position on the floor, his back to you, legs criss-crossed and you on his desk chair. “I got a lotta hair, huh?” He nearly felt the act of your hands experimentally hovering over the area, a chuckle falling from his lips before he asked you, “You sure you got it, Mami?” He turned just slightly to peer over his shoulder. “I can always ask my moms to-“

You hastily cut him off, “No, no!” Sounding a little more enthusiastic than you planned, heat spread up the expanse of your throat as you cleared it and sat up straighter, managing to instill some confidence in yourself. “I wanna try.”

And he’s more than willing to let you. You’re his girl after all, basically the only person he trusts other than his mother, so with a surrendered raise of his hands, he nods and leans back once again. “Aight then, do ya thing.”

It took a little longer than some simple braids should, and when you finally finished and reached forward to offer him the hand mirror, you had to restrain from anxiously nibbling at the skin on the inside of your lip. “How’d I do?” You queried quietly, hands gently resting over his lean shoulders.

You watched closely as he turned from cheek to cheek to look over your work in the mirror, brows raising in slight disbelief his bottom lip sticking out in a manner of approval as he nodded. “Damn, Ima little surprised, can’t lie.” He quipped, giving as much of a smile as someone like him gave. “You sure this your first time doing this?”

“I practiced on my little brother once or twice.” You shifted in your seat, the apples of your cheeks tight from your growing grin.“They’re not nearly as good as how your mom does them, though.” Your head tilted as you examined the plaits.

“No, está bien mi amor. They’re perfect, I fuck with them.” He set the mirror down next to him, leaning his head back to rest on your thighs.

“Really?” You felt excitement bubble in your stomach, heart swelling with pride as he expressed his satisfaction.

“Mhmm,” He hummed, long lashes fluttering up at you. “But what I like more is how you learned how to do it just for me. You gon’ be my new hairstylist, hermosa?” He licked his lips, and instantly you were distracted, his accent clinging onto his words as they rolled off his tongue.

You accidentally tuned out his question for a second, the smirk on his face and the way his eyes held contact with yours so intensely had your mind genuinely trying to wrap itself around how he looked this handsome even while upside down. “Hm?” You blinked away the thoughts, blushing when his impish grin widened, pearly whites peeking at your inability to concentrate. “Oh!- Yes… If you want me to be.” You nodded, a smile painting your face to match his.

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[janiedean]

the best thing that came from twilight existing was the contrapoints video about it and I’m dying on this hill but who can disagree with the basic point

"Twilight was a major mainstream book about a teenage female protagonist who wanted something!" I'm just convinced none of you on the book site read books at this point tbh

[ave09]

Please write for will. I AM DESPERATE

BET! i just wrote something cute and fluffy but if you have any specific scenario (specifically angst bc im in. a mood) send ‘em to my box!

real

will graham x reader

(based on szn 1 bbg will)

one word to describe the day: draining. jack was on your ass the entire day, hounding you about the chesapeake ripper, and it just wouldn’t let up. 

all you wanted was a night of peace, just you, a book, and some wine. and yet, as the peace was finally being restored and you felt calm… there was a knock at the door. 

“great,” you mumbled, rising from your comfy seat on the couch, crossing the room towards the front hall. who would be here at this hour? you unlocked the door, pulling it open slightly, seeing will graham standing there, fidgeting nervously, a bottle of wine in hand. 

you furrowed your brows, “will?” pulling open the door all the way, “what are you doing here?” 

the man cleared his throat, averting eye contact, “well-you-you seemed on edge. with the ripper, jack and everything, and i thought maybe you could use some wine-and company-“ 

you heart warmed at the gesture. the two of you had been spending a lot of time together, working on this case, and doing so, were also getting to know one another better. and she loved it. 

a small smile tugged at your lips as he let out a nervous chuckle, “but now that i’m here, i’m thinking you’d probably want to be alone-so i’m just gonna leave this here and-“

she shook her head slightly. sure. maybe he was right. but if there was anyone she’d want to spend her evening with, it would be will graham. 

“please, you’ve come all this way, come in,” you gestured for him to enter, and he did, “thanks,” he mumbled as he stepped inside, taking charge and closing the door behind him rather then waiting on you to do it yourself. 

will glanced around, taking in your home. he’d only been here once before, and that was when he had offered to help you home after a particularly rough patch in this chesapeake ripper case. 

it was a long day, the scene was beyond disturbing, leaving you frazzled. will had taken it upon himself to drive you home and help you out. you most definitely appreciated the gesture. and in all honesty, that’s probably where your attraction for the man started. 

he was always so sweet. intelligent too. not to mention handsome. 

“here, i’ll take that,” you said, gently taking the wine from his hands, cradling it carefully before gesturing to the living area. 

the two of you walked towards it, you settled into your comfy spot once again, will took a seat in the loveseat across from you. 

you set the new wine bottle on the coffee table beside the open one, sighing softly as you glanced up at him, “so..” small talk did not come easier for either of you. 

“how’ve you been? with this whole shitshow?” you ask. he simply shrugs. “it’s rough. he’s too smart.” 

“he knows precisely what he’s doing and how to get away with it.” 

will nodded, glancing up at you for a moment before clearing his throat again, “ya think maybe we could leave work be for a second? and just… talk?”

you nodded, shifting slightly in your seat, “of course,” you then fell into silence, trying to find something to discuss.

“hey,” 

his voice was soft. fragile. 

he leaned forward slightly, fidgeting with his fingers, “hi,” you replied jokingly, your voice equally as soft.

“am i imagining things?” he asked suddenly, catching you off guard. “imagining what?” 

he swallows, adam’s apple bobbing slightly, “i-i don’t want to be too upfront, but… what’s this about?” he asks, gesturing between you and him. 

“us?”

he nodded. you tilted your head slightly, “what?”

“you don’t see it?” slowly, you sat up taller, somewhat catching on. “listen… i’m not one to do this.. not really.” he’s reluctant with his replies as he continues. 

“i… have feelings for you. and not-not the platonic kind.” 

your heart flutters, breath quickens. was this actually happening? was this real?

“you have.. romantic feelings for me?” you asked, to which he nodded. 

“and-i don’t know if i’m crazy-and this is just somewhat delusional but-“

“i do too.” 

he glanced up at you. ��what?”

slowly, you stood, crossing the room towards the loveseat, will slowly rising as well. you now stood before him, a smile tugging on your lips, “i too have romantic feelings for you, will graham.” 

a small smile broke out across his lips, “you mean it?” 

“why would i lie?” 

slowly, he took a step forward, a very small gap between you now. you took the opportunity to lean in, gently brushing your lips against his, testing the waters.

his hand gently found your neck, gently pulling you closer, his lips melting against yours. this was only something that you’d dreamt about, and now it was happening. 

slowly, he pulled away, his eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours. 

“real?” he asked softly, “this is real?”

“as real as ever.” 

and you leaned in and kissed him once more. 

[samicakes-exe]

hii can i request your regular jeff the killer headcanons? :) they don’t have to be smutty

Hello! thank ya for requesting! honestly, i should get aroundto posting all of my creeps head cannons but Jeffy boy is a good start! hope you enjoy!!

also please suggest any other peeps you want headcanons for!

<3 Wordcount: 605 words! so a quick read <3

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕁𝕖𝕗𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤!!!

warnings: will include smut head canons at the end so be warned. Other than that just Jeff being a loveable ass!

𝕊𝔽𝕎 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤:

okay, let's get this out of the way. he's an asshole.

an asshole who cares mainly about the people he loves.

STILL he's a douche sometimes.

he's not very showy when it comes to his more romantic side. Hell, he struggles to say I love you in front of others and definitely isn't going to admit how fond he is of you to anyone else, even to Liu.

but he is very observant-

He listens, taking notes on what you like. Oh? you mentioned you like a specific type of cookie- there are 10 boxes in the cupboards the following morning.

Oh? you like wearing his clothes, here take a hoodie. (he would be very nonchalant about the situation and if you prod any deeper he would deny deny deny. getting annoyed but still handing you the hoodie.)

he has his sweet moments but still, he's more of a cocky narcissist

handsy too (he will never leave your ass alone!)

my dude is 5'10 on a good day but will totally round it up to 6 foot. He likes being taller than you

if you are 5'10 n up. Well prepare for him to show off his strength instead.

"Give me your hand."

"What?"

"I can beat you in arm wrestling. Give me your hand!"

Of course, you let him win, cuz if not he would challenge you to a race. (like a goddamn middle schooler)

He is quite toned but still built lanky

this man can surprisingly cook decent enough and if you're lucky he will cook for you

ONLY SOMETIMES again with the whole not showing any romantic affection thing

he's a little nerd since before the whole randy, troy, keith thing. He was a quiet kid and ya know quiet kids tend to be nerds n stuff!

he's defintely a nerd when it comes to rock and metal bands.

he has a couple of band tees def.

he doesn't know how to drive- also he's a passenger princess.

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤:

minors get out right now!

so we all know this man is kinky in bed, of course!

one huge thing with him is def a knife kink. he absolutely gets off on the fear in your eyes when he presses one of his trusty knifes against your throat. how you tremble underneath him, feeds his massive ego.

he will definitely press it harder while he is fucking into you, he loves seeing you like this underneath him, also loves knowing that you would do this only for him.

he loves ruining you

he has a blood kink of course and will totally fuck you on your period.

his dick is 6 inches and pretty thick, slight curve to the left.

and he knows how to use it.

IF you're into it. Def let him carve his initials into you and watch him go absolutely feral.

he was already into marking with hickeys and bites, but this is like marriage to him i guess.

you're fully his now.

not only is he a passenger princess- his favorite position is reverse cowgirl.

he loves watching you ruin yourself on top of him and sometimes he will thrust up against your increasingly sloppier bounces.

his fingers roughly rubbing your clit

all the while whispering the filthiest things he can muster in your ear:

"cum all over my cock, doll"

"that's right, doll. go stupid on my cock, sweetheart. let me fuck your little brains out."

"you like my knife pressing into your thigh? makes your little clitty throb~"

his aftercare is surprisingly sweet, kissing all over you while he holds you close.

sometimes leaving marks as well, plays back to his whole ownership kink.

there it is! it is rough. i barely edited it so please enjoy. if you didn't like it umm- im sorry :(

[imagine-horizons]

Surgeon of Death: Doll Edition I

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 trafalgar d. law xf!siren warnings: suggestive themes, mention of psychological abuse, death of an enemy, minors dni

------------------------------------------------------------- ♪ Now Playing: Dolls - Bella Poarch ♪ "Think that you can play with me, you better watch your back The last thing that you'll hear will be my laugh" --------------------------------------------------------------

[Flashback...]

Money, power, order - and the ability to render objects like you helpless.

Yes. You were merely an object. You were born with crystal blue eyes that seem to stare right through a person, dissecting them from the inside out. If you had been born with royal blood, or came from a lineage like the Celestial Dragons, you would be in a very different situation. But with Siren blood coursing through you, you had been placed under the "guardianship" of the faceless masters of the City - for your own protection and everyone else. At least that's what they told you.

You were conditioned to please - a vicious cycle where you craved the praise of the faceless masters, feared their rebuke and toxic words that would seemed to lessen when they nodded their approval when you did what they asked of you. Whether it was changing your looks, forcing yourself to speak in a specific frequency and volume, adjusting your movements, the faceless masters demanded perfection from you abusing your powers to get what they wanted.

Law's ability revealed the reason why you could never escape from the masters. He saw you when he approached the faceless master’s private dining area of the restaurant, and you were silently standing next to his seated place. Patrons pretended not to look but would flash side glances to see what was happening. When Law spoke , You lifted your head and your blue eyes met his piercing gaze, and before anyone could say anything, Law held out his hand, palm down. "Room." A blue sphere surrounded the company in his vicinity and there was a hushed murmur of surprise from those within the space, as the world outside remained unaware. Red ribbons suddenly appeared on you, entangling and restricting you, all converging to the enemy's wrist. "Shambles." You watched as your master was scattered into different pieces, and with a flick of his katana, Law had freed you from your invisible chains.

[End Flashback] You found yourself stepping onto a familiar port - there was some unfinished business as the faceless masters' influence continued to reach to neighboring islands. You never thought you would return to your torturous past - the Captain had promised he would never let that happen when he saved you 6 months ago. But as the Polar Tang surfaced, and docked just outside the dreaded city walls, he saw your worried expression and smirked. "I told ya that you would never return by yourself." As he walked past you, he placed a hand on your head and gently ruffled your hair. "Come on, we got a score to settle. Keep up."

You were like his shadow, silently eliminating his enemies to make a path for him. But when he needed you, you used your innate abilities to hypnotize the enemy to divulge everything they knew to Law, or even forcing them to hand over weapons, keys, and maps. You became one of the most dangerous members of the Heart Pirates, but his most reliable.

Why? Because you did it on your own accord. Whether it was obligation, love, loyalty, you hadn't decided what it was yet. But you would not let anything come to harm your captain and your crewmates.

So when you saw your faceless master again, they did not recognize you. You were stronger, and confidence now exuded you. They let their guard down as they let you get close, and finally - the knife to their throat snapped them back to reality, breaking the enchantment you set on them.

[Flashback]

"Why did you let them live?" You whispered. You were sitting on the deck of the Polar Tang - they would submerge into the depths soon, but Law asked Bepo to hold off so to let you enjoy the open ocean. It had been years since you were saw beyond the city walls.

"Sometimes death is too easy," Law replied softly, his eyes looking over the horizon, as your eyes flickered to the tattooed letters on his hand. "Don't-ya wanna prove a point one day?"

[End Flashback]

Law smirked as a sea of bodies lay at his feet, proud of your quick handiwork - the faceless master horrified at the sight of you and the scene of their best fighters and soldiers lying still before them. "She's come a long way don't ya think? Yet you chose to break her down until she felt nothing - a lifeless doll." In a blink of an eye, there was a flash of blue, and Law was suddenly in front of your former master. With a single word, he held their heart in his hand. "It's alot more fun when dolls come to life."

.....

Law walked back towards you, your former master's crumpled body behind him. "Let's get out of here," he mumbled. As he ushered you into the other direction, you reached out and grabbed the edge of his hoodie, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to look down at you with his steel grey eyes.

It took you a long time after he rescued you for you to find your voice, for your personality to come out, and for you to start showing your emotions. But after revisiting your past, the unsettling feeling of whether or not you had done everything right bubbled up inside of you. "Captain... I... " Your words trailed off remembering what Law had said when you first settled into his crew: “your worth should never be measured by a single person's approval.” But his next actions and words made you realize something: You wanted his approval and his attention - not because you didn't know your worth, but because you craved his approval and attention. Law placed a hand on your head and ruffled your hair, with a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine.

"That's my girl."

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! More to come in this playlist series, I'm already thinking of my next playlist series featuring a certain warlord ;)

[ja3ger-the-3ater]

tell me your vore thoughts about junk rat

Oh boy-

So this is gonna be a lot, I hope that's alright. Sorry if it is too long. These are practically short stories.

Here I go-

Ok, to start. In my mind, since I like all of my stuff safe, I'm gonna say that all the radiation that Jamison endured in Australia altered the way his stomach works and he can't digest anything alive or inorganic. He he uses this to eat people and tools for safe keeping. But the only person who knows that he has this ability is Roadhog and maybe a select few others.

Now for the ideas:

Idea #1.

Overwatch gains a new recruit, a sizeshifter that shrinks down to six inches when they get very upset/scared/nervous. But they keep it under wraps, afraid of what would happen if anybody found out. Until one fateful day, they're on the battlefield around a certain chaotic australian who was nearby when they get injured and shrink. Junkrat running and snatching them up, hiding them away from anyone who may have seen whether it be friend or foe, similar to a resource guarding animal. Then suddenly, he gets a bright idea, an ear to ear grin spreading across the junkers face. Eat them. They'll be safe, no one will get to them, and no one will know. He figured it'd be a win-win with the way his tiny teammate was in his hands frantically saying, "No. No. No one is supposed to know." Plus the fact that their injuries put them in grave danger. Quickly shoving them into his maw and swallowing as soon as they hit the back of his throat. Feeling bashfully accomplished with what he just did, but only for a moment. Eyes widening as he heard them panicking, hands shooting to his belly, trying to calm them the best he could while he found a safe space away from the fight. "Heyyy, shhhh. yer okay, yer okay. Ya secrets okay with good ol Jamison. " His plan backfiring when that didn't soothe them, so he continues to talk, trying to get through to them that they aren't in any danger where they are until he can get back to base and let them out away from prying eyes.

Idea #2.

There's a borrower living in the walls of the compound, specifically in Junkrat's wall next to his bed. They only come out to get supplies when the seemingly crazy man is all tuckered out for the night, taking whatever food is left over in his room, never straying far from their home. Borrowing has been successful for almost a year. But it all goes to shit one night when they find a half eaten apple on his nightstand, trying their best to heft it up. Looking over at the man for a split second to make sure he's still asleep, only to see the amber eyes of Jamison Fawkes staring them down. And before they could even think about running off into their hidey hole, he grabbed them up, inspecting them for a moment and then shrugging, bringing them closer to his mouth, but luckily for the borrower he's holding them with his flesh hand so they bite the hell out of it. Narrowly escaping being eaten as he drops them to the floor, huddling in on themselves and fearfully shaking once in the safety of their nest. Refusing to come out for almost two weeks until they have no other choice. Finding some food while he's out of his room, being so focused on eating their find that they don't hear him come in or sneaking up on them. Giving him all the time to pounce, yet again grabbing the tiny humanoid, this time with his prosthetic hand. Doing his signature manic laugh and opening wide, dangling the shrieking borrower overhead and then dropping them in. Devouring his little roommate in one swift motion. The borrower kicks and screams to the point that it upsets his stomach, forcing him to spit them out, leaving him dumbfounded at why it didn't work this time. Roadhog has to tell him,'You're scaring them dumbass, maybe try talking to them before you eat them'. Now Junkrat is starting to do small things to try to slowly gain the borrower's trust. The borrower themself does not want to trust him, but it's easy food, so little by little, they start coming out of their shell. Unaware that he still wants to eat his little friend, and he intends to keep it that way, for now.

Idea #3.

This one's an in battle idea that I had after yesterday's ask.

Moira being the evil bitch she is shrinks down one of the overwatch teammates after finding out a way to genetically do so through her experiments. She is about to eat them herself by throwing them in the air to let them plummet into her mouth. But to her dismay, Junkrat sees this, taking the opportunity to use one of his mines to jump and save his teammate. Snapping them up midair, stealing Moira's 'meal' before running off back to the overwatch base. Said teammate mentally reeling from the event as they are jostled around in the junker's stomach.

Plus, a secret bonus plot:

It's one I'm cooking up with my oc. That is a whole thing, but ik that not many people like oc x canon, so I'll only let that one loose if someone really wants to hear it.

Anyhow, enough of my rambling, and feel free to send ask or add anything if you want :)

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Curiosity Part 2

Summary: Reader finally runs into Colby again but things quickly take a shocking turn.

TW/CW: Mafia/Vampire!Colby Brock x Reader, a man gets shot, Colby reveals his fangs, Reader is held at knife point.

Requested?: No

A/N: I'm not sure how I feel about this one tbh.

Part 1

(Y/N)'s POV

I had spent the past week since my late-night adventure unable to stop replaying the encounter. Specifically everything about Colby. The man wouldn’t leave me alone, constantly being in my thoughts and dreams. Part of me wonders if by some miracle he was doing it on purpose. I attempt to shake my head clear as I enter the office building in which I work. I have said nothing about the night to anyone. Sometimes I catch myself wondering if it was actually real or just a weirdly vivid dream.

I trudge through the first half of my work day and when it’s finally time for lunch I make my way to the break room for my food. I avoid eye contact with anyone around and only speak when spoken to to not seem completely off my rocker. I plop back down at my desk to poke and nibble at my food but am soon lost in thought, staring at the small fan perched on the edge of my desk.

After I’m not sure how long, a hand breaks my eye contact with my fan making me drop my fork into my still mostly full bowl. I look up at my coworker and best friend with confusion written across my face.

She chuckles, “You good (Y/N/N)? You’ve been really off all week.”

I shove the thoughts of Mr. Mysterious out of my head and nod, “Yeah, just haven’t been sleeping well.”

She tilts her head, “Are you sure? Seems a bit more than sleep deprivation. Kind of feels like your mind is just somewhere else.” I shrug, knowing I’m caught but hoping to avoid explaining myself. She doesn’t seem to accept my answer as she pulls up a chair beside me. She pats my shoulder gently, “Do you wanna talk about it? You know it’ll stay between us.”

The problem here is I really do want to talk about it but I don’t want to worry anyone or sound crazy. I decide to dance around the bush, “I may have met a guy.”

She slaps my arm, “No way! Who? Do I know him? What’s he like?-”

I halt her barrage of questions by placing my hand over her mouth, “Shhhh! It’s not like I want the entire office to know!”

She composes herself before whispering, “Sorry, sorry. Go on.”

“Well, he’s the mysterious type. Talk, dark, and handsome ya know?” I explain. She nods, encouraging me to go on so I do, “I don’t know I just can’t get him out of my head.”

A grin stretches across her face, “Ohhhh fun. When are you seeing him again?”

I think for a moment before shrugging, “I’m not.”

“What do you mean you’re not?” She inquires in shock, “If you can’t get this man out of your head then you obviously need to see him again.”

“I don’t know… I just… Something just feels strange about it,” I stumble out.

“If you don’t see him again, I’ll never let you live it down,” she declares before noticing the clock shows lunchtime is over, “Welp, keep me updated.” She gets up from her chair and wanders off, grinning at me over her shoulder before disappearing behind the cubicles. I take my lunch back to the break room fridge, thoughts quickly slipping back to Colby.

Finally, the work day ends and I make my way back to my apartment. Even as I go about my evening routine and get ready for bed I can’t help but wonder if my friend was right. Maybe I should go see him.

Colby’s POV

Sitting here, deep in thought at the bar there’s only one thing on my mind, (Y/N). All week she has had me distracted. I don’t bother to look away from my glass as someone enters the room. The chair to my right slides out before being filled. Clearing his throat, Sam speaks up, “Whatcha thinkin’ about man?” My only response is a shrug. “It’s her isn’t it?” He inquires. Again, I simply shrug. Sam claps a hand on my shoulder, “I’m telling you, bro. She’ll find her way back.” He orders a drink before suggesting, “Or maybe you go looking for her?”

I shake my head, “Wouldn’t know where to start.”

“With this,” Sam replies, sliding a slip of paper in between me and my glass.

My eyes drift down out of curiosity and find a receipt for a gas station not too far from here. “Where’d you get this?” I ask as I scan over the purchased items.

“She dropped it on her way in,” Sam answers, “I figure maybe she frequents there and if so, maybe you can catch her.”

Jake stretches and sits up on the nearby couch, “Or you could always stalk her Instagram like I did.” My head snaps up as he shuffles over showing me his phone. There she is. Somehow this goofy fucker found her. I look up at him in confusion. He shrugs, “Figured there couldn’t be too many in the city by her name,” he takes the seat to my left, “I was wrong… but I finally found her while you were over here in your sulk fest.”

I take Jake’s phone from him and scroll through it briefly before handing it back to him. I take a deep breath looking up at the clock, it’s late but worth a shot. I down the rest of my drink before scooting away from the bar and exiting the building. I need to find her, there’s just something strange about her that I can’t let go of.

(Y/N)’s POV

I toss and turn for hours after going to bed. Finally, I toss the covers off of me as I decide to make a gas station run for snacks. I guess I’ll just follow my new routine of snacking all night while I stare zombie-like at the TV screen. Slipping into my sneakers and shrugging on a jacket, I make sure to grab my keys on the way out. The walk to the gas station is quick and soon I’m heading back to my warm, humble abode.

Since I got so many snacks and drinks this time, I decided to throw my hood up and take a shortcut through an alley way. However, I soon find that to be a terrible idea as a man steps out of the shadows in front of me. I look up half expecting it to be Colby or maybe even Sam but the man before me is nowhere near the oddly comforting duo. This man looks like he’s seen some shit and quickly spits out, “Drop your shit, cutie, and give me your wallet while you’re at it.” I attempt to sidestep him but he blocks my way and holds a knife to my throat.

Colby’s POV

During my wandering around the area surrounding the gas station, I began to get more and more disappointed. That is until I saw her. My heart skipped a beat and I a smile etched its way across my face. There she was. I followed close behind, too nervous to actually call out to her. What if she thought I was a creep for looking for her? To be fair, I guess I am a creep considering where I am now. I watched as she entered the gas station and after some time returned with several bags. I almost reached out to her then, I wanted to offer to carry her bags and escort her home. Still, I stayed in the shadows. Perhaps, if I had stepped out and helped her then she wouldn't have walked right into a man I knew was dangerous. He ran with the Red Gang. He was a lacky but I’d seen him out and about.

My stomach drops as I notice him pull a knife from his pocket before placing it to her throat to stop her from sidestepping him. I don’t think this time, only act. In a flash, I pin the man against the wall by his throat, baring my fangs at him. He immediately cowers before me, “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Brock. If I had known she was with you-“ His words halt as I squeeze tighter.

Behind me (Y/N) speaks up, “Colby, don’t. Let’s just go.”

I look down, concealing my fangs and eyes before looking over my shoulder at her, “You okay?” She nods. I look back at the man in my grasp and decide it’s better to not start a turf war right now. I release him and turn to (Y/N) offering my hand, “Let me carry some of those for you.”

(Y/N)’s POV

Gratefully I look down and begin untangling some bags to hand off to Colby. As I return my gaze to him I notice the stranger raise his knife and aim it at Colby's back. Before I can speak up to warn him, the stranger lies dead, a red dot on his forehead where the bullet entered to end his life. Colby looks up in the direction the dot is coming from with a disappointed look on his face. I follow his gaze and spot Jake who waves with a smile upon making eye contact with me. I look back at Colby with shock on my features. Colby doesn’t look at me, only clenches his jaw before commanding, “Get down here,” not directed at me but at Jake.

In the blink of an eye, Jake is at our side, “You know I’m not gonna let you waltz into enemy territory alone, Boss. Always gotcha back.”

Colby purses his lips into a scowl before removing all of the bags from my hands and shoving them at Jake, “Back to the bar.”

Before I can even take a breath, I am standing in the middle of the bar in which I had originally met Colby, unable to even think straight.

Masterlist

More Colby Brock Imagines

[amor-immortalem]

My Human

OMweek2023 Day3+4: “You are Mine” + “Over my dead body”

Pairing: Mammon x OC

Warning: possessive Mammon, my oc/mc almost gets herself eaten by a classmate and a little bit of demons being demons.

A/N: hey remember when there used to be talk about demons eat humans back in Season 1. I miss those days…things aren’t as fun without Mammon threatening to eat us… also sorry this is late but I couldn’t help it cuz I’ve been working 12hr shifts back to back.

Life in the Devildom is hard for humans. Non-magical humans more specifically. Arella is finding that out more and more each day. Demons can be so much more stronger, wiser, cunning than your typical run-of-the-mill human but Arella’s not all that typical either. After a childhood spent watching over her shoulder, the human knows when anyone has misguided or evil intentions.

That’s why, when a pair of her demon classmates approaches her in potions, the freckled girl is on high alert. Her glorified babysitter isn’t with her today. No, he cut the last class of the day after hearing about an underground casino on the other side of town. He’d invited her to go with him but Arella declined, not in the habit of gambling away what little money she did have from working some part time jobs over the last couple of weeks. Now she wishes she would have.

“So human, I noticed you’re missing your guardian. Pretty careless of him to leave sucha cute lil’ thing like you alone.” They say through a cheshire grin. “Why don’t you roll with us for a bit?”

Arella and the pair of demons are alone right now. How unfortunate for her.

“No thanks, I’m more than capable of managing on my own for the time being,” Arella subtly scoots away from the demon beside her only to bump into the other on her right..

“We insist,” the other demon replies, placing a hand on the human’s shoulder. The action immediately sends every nerve in her body into fight or flight mode. As she turns to tell the other demon to back off, she feels a hand seize her throat tightly.

Half a year. She’d managed to make it half a year down here without any major issues- any attempts on her life. It seemed that would change today. Her luck always runs out eventually.

Arella’s eyes widen as she watches the first demon’s mouth open to the point where the jaw has to be unhinged. Rows of sharp serrated teeth line the inside of their mouth and esophagus. As they lean in to swallow her in one bite, the human squeezes her eyes tight. She feels paralyzed, unable to even scream.

Their breath smells rancid as it grows dark around her before she feels air rush around her and the light returns. When Arella opens her eyes she see Mammon standing there blood on his right hand and the edge of his uniform sleeve as his eyes are trained at the ground.

“If ya wanna eat that human, it’ll be over my dead body…” his voice is noticeably deeper, rumbling with a growl as he locks eyes with the other demon. “You. Scram. ‘N take yer buddy with ya while I’m still feelin’ charitable.”

Not one to wait and see what would happen if they defied an order from the Devildom’s fourth most powerful demon, they gather up their friend and takes off but not before Mammon stops them one last time.

“If I ever see either of y’all harrassin’ my human again, I’ll do more than just rip your buddy’s throat out. Got it?” His voice is quiet as he gives the pair an ice-cold stare.

“Y-yes sir. It won’t happen again.” And with that, the pair of demons make a break for it.

It’s just Mammon and Arella in the potions lab now. Just them and the overwhelming silence that’s broken by the sound of the faucet turning on.

“So I won big at that casino I was tellin’ you about…”

“You did? Good for you…” Arella’s voice is soft, emotionless as her eyes stay glued to the blood on the floor. “Is that why you came back so soon?”

“Nah, I got a funny feeling that something was wrong ‘n I couldn’t ignore it… glad I didn’t.” The white-haired demon dries his hands before approaching her, arm slung around her shoulders.

She looks down at his hand before looking into his pretty blue-and-yellow eyes.

“Don’t forget, I’m your first demon, sweetheart, which means I get first dibs on your soul and your body. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let some pair of losers eat ya before I do. You are mine. And I ain’t about givin’ up something that belongs to me and me alone.”

“R-right. I’ll… keep that in mind.”

“Great,” Mammon chirps, the mood now drastically different, “now, like I was sayin’, I’ve got cash to burn ‘n you’re coming with me.”

Silently, Arella just nods as she grabs her backpack and follows along.

・・・〆・・・

[rudemaidenswrite]

Crowley!!! Part 2

Part 1       

So I’ve Had this mostly written for quite a while but officially finished for like a month. I just wasn't sure if anyone would want it , but I’m biting the bullet and posting it. I do have more ideas for more chapters let me know if yall want more.

Word Count:1258

Warnings: language is all that I know of

Credit to Gif Owner

Author: @bookchic20

Thanks to my Beta Reader @sylvanasthebansheequeen and @pusantheamazonian

“Yeah I just got it home I’m sending you a pic now.” You say to your best friend on the phone, as you pull the phone away from your ear and then sending her a picture or your new car. Putting the phone back up to your ear you say, “Alright sent it you should be getting it soon.”

 “Got it” (Y/B/F) answers you. “Oooo I like it, but I am gonna miss taking you to work and getting free food out of it” She jokes laughing.

 “Now you know we will still get food girl, that’s guaranteed.” You say laughing along with her.

“For sure, well have you decided on a name for this one, yet? I always love hearing what your gonna call your cars.” She asks.

 “Well, I think I’m gonna keep with the same trend as the last one.” You start as you put some of your things in the back trunk area.

 “Oh, so sticking with characters from the supernatural books, eh?” She asks. “But which one will you choose this time?”

 “Well, I figure since this is actually like an SUV and so much taller than the cars I’ve driven in the past, I’m thinking Moose, after Sam ya know since he is supposedly so tall.”   You say as you start to pull down the hatchback of the SUV.

 “Really Moose? I thought you had class.” You hear in a Scottish accent from behind you.

 “Ouch shit.” You say as you hit your head on the hatch.

“You okay?” You hear from your phone, as you turn around and see Crowley standing behind you, leaning up against your apartment building.

 “Wha… oh yeah just hit my head uh I gotta get off here I’ll call ya back ok?” You say.

 “Cute guy, gotcha.” She says hearing the specific tone in your voice that she knows.

 “Uhhuh something like that.” You say. “Later.” You hang up your phone putting in in your pocket.  Smiling at Crowley, you put your hands on your hips.

 “Hello, darling.” Crowley says with a grin.

 “Well Hello to you too Crowley, it’s been a while hasn’t it.” You say starting to head towards him, and the door to your apartment.

He nods at you as you open your door and wave him in. “Not as long as you think.” He says, following you into your small apartment.

 “What do you mean?” You ask him. “It’s been like a year.” Grabbing a water out of your fridge you offer him one.

 Shaking his head, he asks. “So why a new vehicle? I thought Crowley was running just fine after I left you that night.” Crowley sits down in your armchair crossing his right leg over the left.

 “Well yeah it was but…wait.” You look at him intently.

“What?”

“It was you!” You yell pointing at him.

“What was me?” He asks, looking annoyed to be accused of who knows what.

“I thought I was crazy, my friend thought I was crazy!” You exclaim, throwing your hand in the air as you pace back and forth before stopping and looking at him. “You fixed Crowley, well I mean my car Crowley not you Crowley…well not that I can say that I don’t know what’s going on down there fixed or not.” You mutter your eyes briefly going just below his belt line, before continuing to pace again. “You made my car work better and didn’t even let me say thank you and then you vanish for almost a year, and randomly pop up after I get a new car and named it something you aren’t a fan of.”  You rant on. “Why do you even care what the cars name is are you just jealous its not named after you?!”

 Crowley sits up straight in the armchair eyes going wide, staring at you as you rant, he clears his throat. “Ehem.”

 Stopping in your tracks at the noise you look at him. “Sorry…I was ranting wasn’t I?” You ask him with an apologetic look.

 “Its fine Darling, I think we just have a couple things to address from your…rant.” He says.

 “Oh yeah sure like what?”

 “Well for starters you told your friends about me?” He looks at you with raised eyebrows.

 “Well not exactly.” You say and he looks at you unconvinced. “I told my best friend that I had a dream about meeting you and that my car was better after it like it was a coincidence type thing. So, I didn’t really tell her I met the real you…or ya know that you are in fact real in the first place.” You explain.

 “Ok well that’s fair enough now for the other thing.” He says with a smirk.

 “What other thing?” You say with a confused look. “Sorry sometimes I get lost in my rants as you called it and don’t pay attention to what I say. And what’s with the smirk?”

 “Well you said something along the lines of you ‘don’t know what’s going on down there fixed or not’ .”

 “Oh…” Your face goes red. “I didn’t mean… I just get caught up in talking sometimes…I… Wait a minute you’re avoiding my question.”

 “I am not.” He says with a huff before sitting back in the chair.

“You so are, and I think I have my answer you are jealous, aren’t you?”  You smile at him, and he huffs crossing his arms. “You’re jealous of a car! Ha!”

 “Mnot.” Crowley mutters under his breath, barely able to be heard looking away from you.

 “Crowley.” You say his name softly.

He doesn’t respond.

“Crowley.” You say a little louder, as you pat him on the shoulder. Come on Crowley look at me.”

He slowly turns his head. “What?”

“You know you’ll still always be my favorite right?” You ask him. “Just cause my other car got totaled after a wreck and I had to get a new one doesn’t change that.”

 “Wait you had a wreck?!” He asks concerned. “Are you okay?” He asks standing up and looking you over.

 “Hehe..” You chuckle a bit. “I’m fine Crowley, It was like a month ago and I wasn’t even in the car at the time so it’s all good. You don’t have to worry about me.”

 “Wait a month ago.” Crowley thinks back to a month ago, when he was helping the Winchesters with some issues they were having. He hadn’t been able to check in on you like he had been doing every so often over this last year. “This is all the boys’ fault.” He sighs as he turns away from you.

“What are you talking about? It’s nobody’s fault really. I was just in a fender bender and when we got out of the car to exchange info a car that was driving by slammed into it cause their brakes went out on them and so it was totaled. It could have been way worse.”

 “It shouldn’t have happened at all though, but because of those damn Winchesters you could have been hurt.” He says turning back around to face you with a strange look on his face.

 It was a look that you were not expecting to see on him, concern. “Wait a minute I’m confused.”

 “I should have been there to check in on you.” Crowley said, as he starts to reach out to you, right when your phone starts ringing.

 Looking over at your phone you reach to stop the ringing, and by the time you look back Crowley was gone.

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@hisslord ; "I'm gonna get you something to eat. If you wanna get cleaned, there's a towel and a bath in the guest room upstairs." ( Vaggie. )

unprompted. || always accepting !

he feels a bit sick, if he’s being truthful. vaggie’s kindness is almost a worse fate than if he had come back & she reacted with anger. at lest he was used to anger ; it was common ground that, for the most part, angel could navigate like a seasoned professional. offering a moment to gather himself & some food, without the threat of violence dancing on her tongue or the silent understanding that she would require something else in exchange for the favor, was not as familiar. it flipped angel’s stomach & leaves him uncharacteristically speechless.

there’s a moment where he considers lashing out at her. had this been about a year ago, when he’d first shown up at the hotel, he probably would have. he’d tell her to mind her own business & leave him the fuck alone ; that he never asked for her to care about him, & he didn’t need her pity. but the words catch in his throat & all he can give her is a pathetic stare.

angel knows that he looks a mess. he’s recently been fucked more times than he can count while at work ( some saved specifically for his boss, despite how out of it angel had been. maybe that was almost better, now ) & his clothes were skewed, thrown on his body with little care to how they fell. his makeup hadn’t been wiped off nor reapplied. he distantly hopes that the dark tear stains from his mascara have faded, but he also doesn’t really have it in himself to care, currently.

he sniffs before finally replying, ❝ y’don’t gotta do all’a this shit fer me, ya know. even if charlie puts ya’ up to it. it’s my own fault. it was just work. ❞ he chews on his bottom lip to keep it from wobbling with emotion. fuck, he refused to cry again tonight. & especially not in front of anyone else.

❝ don’t go through the trouble of makin’ me anything. not hungry. but, uh . . . ❞ he inhales deeply. ❝ thanks. i’m not, y’know, used to this. sorta thing. ❞

[fnaf-hereafter]

Part 9, Chapter 4

A few new faces and names to make note of, hm? Oh, there’s quite the cast list for this particular production, and they’re not all to be met just yet. I’m sure you’ve seen the art post, however, so let’s see what Henry wants with Tessa? He certainly counts her as a close friend from the sound of it…

Tessa swallowed the tiny bit of nerves that tried to bubble up in her throat and sat down. Henry sat the folder he’d held up in front of her to let her start looking through it, “... this… is a copyright properties form…? Like, there’s a licensing agreement-” She stopped and looked up at him.

“Yes. For a specific part of the Freddy Fazbear IP. For An-” Tessa saw the briefest moment of him looking pained before he corrected himself, “For Leyla.”

“.... You’re… transferring her to me..? Like-”

“Her ownership, her concepts, her design. Licensing when the company wants to get her on merch or her own sets of merch. And those upgrades you’ve been in my ear about for her,” he nodded, “Don’t pretend that Chester didn’t immediately tell you and Viktor about my stepping down. I’ve pretended not to know about you three keeping each others’ backs safe over the years and being the knowers of all around here. I’ve just pretended I don’t see you three running the show, but I’m well aware. It’s why I know I’m making the right decision in handing care of Leyla over to you.” Henry nodded his head down at the papers in the folder.

Tessa looked down, scanning over the legalese and just what all he was really signing over to her. Rights, future upgrades or design iterations, merchandise… All would be up to her.

“So. That’s it? You’re… actually leaving the company?”

“... Yes. I’ve thought on it recently, and I’m… I’m not doing anyone any favors by sticking around when I haven’t gotten past Annora or Charlie. I was barely of use during the incidents in ‘85, and I’ve just… been going downhill since. It’s time I handed it over to someone else. Or, rather, those of you who know what you’re doing, and are still feeling… youthful enough to keep it going.”

Tessa didn’t comment on that. She really should work with Viktor on ways to make themselves look older… “Heh… You’re still sharp enough, Henry. But we’ll take care of the place. I want it to be back to the way it used to be. Fun, full of life.”

He nodded. That was what he had wanted, a place of life, joy, celebration, “I know you will. But I have to be serious with myself for your sakes and my own. So, consider this the start of me handing over the reins, officially.”

She paused, nothing needed to be signed immediately. She wanted to sign this, to make sure Annora, what was left of her, was in good hands. Her hands. But she also hadn’t expected it to be this easy. Henry said he’d noticed the three of them taking charge, taking over unofficially… It was just hard to see him actually leaving. Any member of the Emily family, really.

Tessa leaned back in here chair and crossed her arms, “Ya know… I thought this corporate thing was temporary,” she saw him start to say something but read it easily, “Ah- I’m not shit talking it, I’m talking in general. I’m not saying I don’t want this, because someone has to take care of things with Leyla that isn’t part of the company and the big corporate body. Plus,” she grinned, “You know how I like fucking with people who think they can stomp all over me.

“But… I can’t see you fully stepping out. And what about Jojo? Alex? Sammy I don’t think any of us expect to touch things again since he and Charlie were so close, but…?” An eyebrow raised at Henry, asking the question of how far he was taking his leave of the company.

And he clearly hadn’t thought that far yet. His expression changed a handful of times through worry, anger, regret, and anxiety before he finally shook his head, “That’s not my call to make. I won’t be my parents and try to control what my children do. Jojo and Alex have been doing their own healing over the years, and I’m proud of the young man Jojo has become. Alex is still young, she has time to figure out if she wants to stay involved with all this or not. Sammy…”

“I don’t think any of us expect him to come back to this place. He’s barely come to visit anymore since that day.”

“Mmhmm… But I’m only removing myself. I… can tell you now that Richard will still want to be involved. Believes this whole thing to be very… lucrative. A firm believer that even bad publicity is publicity and can be turned around.”

A shouted laugh came from her, “Now that has me worried. Chester better give you the answer he told us he was going to,” Henry’s mustache quirked up, “Yeah, yeah… You were right. He told us and we told him he should go through with it.”

“... I’ll admit that does make me feel better about going through with this. I can’t take the toll of this place anymore, but I know I can leave it in good hands. And… other things in capable hands?” Henry nodded at the legal documents still in front of Tessa.

Right. These should probably be done before the company signing over. She picked them up and gave them a last glance over them. Then, she held out her hand with a look at him, and he handed her a pen with a resigned smile. This pained him, she could tell, but it would pain him more to keep Leyla with him and not do anything with what he still saw as his niece's dream.

"Guess I should clear out some space in storage. I see some of her other design ideas in here?"

"... Yes. Annora… had plans for many things. I know Viktor prefers his programming and Chester's going to be taking over my role, but… I've also noticed you have an eye for design. Not the same as she did, but… all the same. I'm signing her old concepts over to you as well, they were listed as hers to begin with."

"Hen, I can't-"

"You can. They want this franchise to grow, and between you three, I don't want them to be able to kick you to the wayside and forget about the friends of mine that make me think this franchise can still go places. Viktor owns rights to any programs he's made and Chester still has founding stock in the company. Consider this a… safeguard of mine.

"I may have come from a family that didn't know much as far as business and corporations, but… William did teach me a few things here and there. I'm not having friends be put out because my dream franchise got a bad reputation." He motioned firmly to the papers.

"... Thank you. I do get it, I do," Tessa started rifling through and checking the lines she had to sign over, "I just… It feels odd. But I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth."

He nodded, "Good. And when you're done with that broken machine from earlier, check the archives. I want you to separate and catalogue everything that has her signature or name on it. Blueprints, photographs of parts or animatronics, names or just concepts, all of it. Make copies, make notes of it. Annora was a designer and I want her work passed on to someone who'll do something with it."

She paused, and smiled, "I'm glad you think so highly of me."

It took a few more minutes to get through it all, but everything seemed to be signed and dated as needed. Henry had taken the folder with the finger twisting pinkie promise that he'd be back with notarized and official copies and the originals to give them both backups before anyone tried anything. Which left Tessa with one broken animatronic and one filing job to finish after.

First, she had to find Alec. If she could, for the night shift, get him and Fritz to work on the broken bot, she could get Leyla's help with the blueprint filing. Or rather, get Annora's help in checking what they were finding was actually hers. She paused. He'd be affected by the turnover too… And wasn't 'Ginny' one of Annora's old designs? She was pretty sure, but she'd have to double check. And have to keep Alec from his friend for the night.

And there was still the matter of whether or not they'd turn everyone over if they knew everything. She and Viktor had kept an eye on the two investigators when they'd first shown up, and when Des had gone missing. Maybe they'd just gotten used to covertly talking to Annora since figuring out it was her in the lynx robot, but Alec constantly trying to meet up and discuss things with 'Ginny' was starting to cause rumors since Des was in the same boat as Annora. Stuck inside a robot until she passed on or found a new body.

A small lightbulb went off. If she wanted to let Alec and Des know about the changes coming up, and her obtaining of Ginny, and get the hint across that those two needed to work on being more hush-hush… She could drop hints and hope he was better at picking them up than he seemed to be at picking up tech jargon. Thinking back to earlier, she checked the security office first. Ginny and Leyla were having a conversation while a guard set up for the night, she couldn't see who past the two animatronics.

"Hey, is Alec already heading back towards Repairs?" Tessa asked them.

"Fritz came earlier to tell him he was needed," Leyla nodded, "I arrived at that time and saw them both leave."

"Yeah, something about a broken little bot?" Ginny leaned into one hip, "Kids break something again?"

Tessa… tried to ignore the dissonance between the two acting like animatronics. She had to remind herself Des didn't know she knew she was possessing the old suit, but she really wished Leyla would give some pointers on how to act a bit less… herself. If only around the other workers and the parents.

"Cool. You two try to make it a quiet night, and Leyla?"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to need your help tomorrow. Miiiight need yours too, Ginny, but I don't know yet."

If the goat could raise an eyebrow, she would have, "Don't know?"

"I haven't started on the task I need help with. You'll hear from me tomorrow if we need you," Tessa waved as she went back towards Repairs, "Just keep an ear out, never know what you'll hear." It was a hint to Des as well as a request.

Finally back in the technician's area, Tessa turned on her radio to hear from Viktor and whoever was on security tonight, and looked at the two men trying to carefully arrange and organize the broken parts in front of them. Alec waved as she came in and Fritz looked up then back down.

"So, broken bot. Lots of bits. What's the plan?" Alec asked.

"Fritz, did you think ahead and get the old blueprint for it?" he tapped the paper sitting on a table right behind him, "Cool. Well, we follow that and fix what we can. Glue together the fiberglass, while wearing gloves, and save further restoration for an order from higher up or for whoever buys it because they want a piece of entertainment history."

"Gotcha. Well, we've got parts… mostly organized, but putting them back together is gonna take some time."

"Well, then let's plan snacks, get our tools, and get to work, boys." The two jokingly saluted and picked up some tools and rolled over a cart of spare parts. Time for the night shift to begin and hope it was quiet.

[diamondoidxx]

𝒮𝑜 𝑅𝒶𝓇𝑒

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

genre: fluff? 

fic warnings: nothing except I wrote this with a plus sized black woman in mind!

summary: 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘣 – 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘻𝘻 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

notes: yayyy its my first fic? is that what this is? idk but it’s kinda long for my first time. 1.7k words lol. Anyways yea hopefully you enjoy it and let me know what ya think! OR what I should create and also if you want a part 2! Maybe make this a seriessss???? A SONG GOES WITH IT I DID LINK IT! play it for the nice ambiance ya know. this fanart is what made me write this so thank them!

THE old concrete industrial factory shelters the noisy men from the blistering August heat. It was currently 4 in the afternoon on a Friday and the sun was still shining. Most people were ready to go home to their loved ones from work but Eren still had 3 more hours to go. Usually, he was able to grit his teeth and continue the day, but today though, he just wanted to be home already. After arc cutting a piece of Ferrite, arms with veins swelling, Eren steps back and flips up his helmet waving a gloved hand at the dust that came from the material. The perspiration on his face was beginning to drip down his body, he took his arm and wiped the sweat that sat on his eyebrows.

He blew some air out of his mouth and scanned his eyes around the assembly. Some of the men were chatting amongst themselves whilst having a water break with paper cups in hand, meanwhile, others were busying themselves with the work in front of them making sure they got every cent that they could earn. Cents. That's what Eren was working for, specifically $0.75 an hour. He rolls his shoulders already feeling tense, wanting to just take a shower and lay down to do it all over again tomorrow. He glances to the outside of the garage like opening of the factory. The cars whizzed by in the bustling city. Eren thinks he’ll never get used to the sound, being fond of the silent and freeing countryside. He pulls out his hand from the heavy-duty welding gloves and wipes his wet hand on the beat-up and previously dirtied wife beater. He shuffles his tan overalls that are stung lowly on his hips and flips his helmet back on his face to continue working.

It was around 7:30 in the evening when he got off. The sun finally letting the earth cool down from the assault today. Duffle bag in hand, Eren steps away from the establishment and begins to walk to the bus stop ready to sit on the trolley for 40 minutes out of town. His hair was tied in a bun with some flyaways surrounding his scalp and a few tired line indents on his forehead. The overalls that were once on his waist now hug him to keep warm for the night breeze.

“Hey Yeager!” a voice calls out. Eren turns around and sees Jean, Connie, and Armin. The three men were huddled as if they were whispering before calling out to him. Eren raised an eyebrow as if to ask them what they wanted. Eren didn’t speak to anyone at work. The only conversations that he would have with his colleagues would be “when’s lunch being called” or “did they have a specific tool he needed.” So watching these three yell out to him was unusual.

Jean and Connie push Armins' shoulder to talk. The blonde-headed man clears his throat, “UHm..did you..um did you wanna come down to The Catfish Club with us?” pointing behind his shoulder somewhere.

The Catfish Club? Eren never heard such a thing before. Is that a restaurant? He looks between them with a deadpan expression.

“No,” Eren states and begins to walk the way to the bus stop.

“OH COME ON, It was hot today ain’t ya wanting a nice tail’ and some jazz!” Connie yells at him. Eren pauses. A bar? Why would he want to go to a bar with these idiots to listen to some jazz with these bozos? Eren faces them.

Connie continues, “It's great! The liquor is strong and the music is live! I got a buddy of mine who will shuttle us all home when we wanna leave!” excitement comes from his words. Eren thinks for a moment rubbing his jaw. He could use a Manhattan, he hasn't had one of them in a long time. He should treat himself, just going home and spending it with his cat Carla wouldn't be that amusing on this nice Friday night.

Eren sighs and shrugs. “Sure.” The boys have grins on their faces and Connie wraps an arm around Erens shoulder as he walks up to them.

The walk to the club wasn't that far from their work. About 15 mins or so. The place looked packed and bustling. Men and women flow through the black double wooden doors. The building was a bright pale red with a sign in the dark window shining THE CATFISH CLUB in illuminating blue lights with a catfish wearing a top hat playing the cello. The boys walk up to the door and open it. The place was bigger on the inside than you would think. The sounds of horns, clarinet, sax, and strings bounced through Erens ears. There was everyone EVERYWHERE. The bar, the dance floor, the booths, and tables. It was a squeeze. The walls were a velvety green color with black and white pictures hanging. A stage was in the middle back of the club, slightly raised – having the ability to easily step on it. Jean and Connie barrel through the crowd with Armin and Eren on their behinds. They sit at a booth fairly close to the stage.

“Isn’t this amazing? God, I haven't been here in a while,” Jean says while they are settling in the rubber seats. Connie and Armin make conversation as Eren still wanders his eyes around. He brings his attention to the stage as a band starts setting up. His eyes are directly on the woman with the white sparkly ball gown that goes just a bit below her knee caps. The straps came together behind her neck showcasing a bit of cleavage. She had on white pumps with a diamond on the point. Satin white gloves came just above her elbows. Eren couldn’t see her face as people were passing by. As he's moving his head to find her, Armin nudges him to look at him.

“What did you want to drink Eren?” he asks. Eren just now notices a waiter by their table. He looks back at the woman and turns to the waiter. He nods while saying. “Just a Manhattan please.” The waiter gets the rest of the guys' drink orders and Eren's eyes fall back to the captivating singer.

Her hair is short and curled like it's been in rollers, slightly parted with a white flower hair clip. Her earrings twinkle under the lights and her smile is brighter than anything he’d ever seen. She was talking to the host of the club pointing at the band behind her and nodding when he spoke back to her. He pats her on the back lightly and goes up to the mic.

The waiter sets Jean, Connie, Armin, and Erens' drinks down as the host says, “How's everybody doing tonight!?” The crowd whoops and hollers, Connie and Jean joining in with them. Eren takes a sip of his beverage enjoying the burn that it leaves behind, never taking his eyes off of her.

The host laughs and claps his hands together, “I see! Hey now – we got a new upcoming singer here with us tonight, it is her First. Ever. Gig! Let’s all welcome…Y/N!” He throws his arms to her as she smiles and waves shyly at the audience that gives her some claps and whistles. Eren sets down his drink and claps along.

She steps up to the mic fixing it to her height while looking back at the band anxiously. One of the members gives her a thumbs up and a wink. She turns back and breathes.

(Play song)

It felt like the whole town stopped to hear her. Eren couldn’t help but feel entranced. Her voice was heavenly, delicate, alluring…he couldn't find the words but what he knew was that he was in love. He felt his jaw slack a bit as he watched her sing. The way her lips moved and the way she held the mic stand. Y/N had no idea the effects she had on him. His chest was beating as if he ran 3 miles and his legs were stuck as if he had seen the boogie man. Her eyes are low and move across the sea of people, meeting emerald green ones. She swings her hips back and forth to the beat, smiling as she emphasizes the lyrics escape her.

Eren held her stare, sipping more of his drink, tapping his foot to the song. The lines she belt out felt as if she was speaking to him. That the words were only for him. She took the mic off the stand and began to waltz around the stage, stopping and doing gestures or poses. She stepped down from the stage and danced a little, going around the club. She smiled and smirked at the patrons. Y/N wanted to find the person who was behind the piercing eyes she was stunned internally by. She looks over at a table full of welders and strides toward them, elegantly placing her hand on a dark-haired man's shoulder. Y/N feels warm when he looks up at her from his seat. This was the man who she was searching for. His lips lift in a smile, almost like he's trying to hide it. Y/N slides her hand from his shoulder down to his hand and stretches it to her, holding it for a second staring at him in his eyes. She squeezes his hand and lets go of it. She walks back up the stage not forgetting to look behind her shoulder to see him looking at his hand and back at her. Y/N stops on the stage and closes out the song.

The club was in an uproar as she quietly curtsied. Eren stands up and whistles, Jean, Connie, and Armin following him. She exits the stage after pressing her hands to her chest and thanking everyone. She tries to get through the crowd as they continue to praise her for her singing, passing Eren just in time for him to grab her wrist to stop her.

She staggers at the interruption and turns her head to see who halt her. Y/N's face heats up as Eren looks at her. She looks down at his hand holding onto her and he looks at it after her, blushing he quickly let go of her, “Sorry, I just wanted to say you were incredible up there,” Eren says.

Y/Ns eyebrows lift in a delightful surprise, “Oh! Uh, thank you…..?”

Eren reaches out his hand. “Eren.” Y/N takes it and shakes it. “Thank you, Eren. It's nice to meet you.”

Eren smirks, “Nice to meet you too Y/N.”

Again I hope you enjoyed reading, sorry if it’s like so descriptive I just want y'all to imagine what I'm imagining. Idk if this fluff really but it does make me gooey inside like when I do read fluff so

[causticsunshine]

because i’ve supposedly entered my villain era by calling out weird fan behavior alongside the unsafe lack of masking earlier on in louis tour, ya boy is back with another Fandom Gripe Post at long last!

i'm fully prepared to have some people coming for my neck over this one because this one is more larrie focused, but if you are feeling directly attacked by what i have to say, all i have to say in turn is: perhaps you are feeling attacked because i hit the nail on the head in some way? perhaps rethink things a little?

but anyway, today i'm going to talk about problematic levels of clear ✨Favoritism✨ and the hypocrisy i've lately been seeing it go hand in hand with:

- a good amount of larries i see around these days just love to pretend they don't have strong biases towards harry or louis, meaning that they love them equally or love them differently but with the same fervor, but then constantly show their asses in showing their favoritism by actively criticizing one and constantly uplifting the other.

like there's no shame to be found if you vibe with one more than the other! or if you're like me wherein depending on what's going on, your attention tends to switch around, because at least there's honesty found in that! instead though i've seen countless people claim they love and support both of them equally but then constantly show their ass when it comes to favoritism, and in a really ugly and hypocritical sense.

- the specific favoritism i wanna talk about today is the one i've been seeing the most of lately, and that's the favoritism i see in those who have louis is a clear favorite but cannot seem to stop finding excuses to dog on harry or make fun of him and/or hold him to standards i definitely don't see louis being held to and pretending it's just a quirky dynamic, ya know <3

if you want good and recent example of this: people being mad as hell about how HSLOT was going down last year and nitpicked every little thing about it from fans going to multiple shows to the mask mandates at shows, and then have since gone to or are going to go to numerous louis shows at much smaller venues where most fans aren't wearing masks or are taking theirs off (when it's the area's and/or venue's fucking policy especially!) and are packed super close together with other fans because most of these venues sell most of their tickets for pit/standing on the floor?

or! saying how H immediately putting on a mask and running backstage after a show wasn't 'safe enough' when L was almost consistently meeting fans maskless the first little leg of US tour, not to mention handing out food maskless (regardless of the kind gesture...bro it ain't the time)? like both their asses haven't always smart about public masking and def have deserved callouts for it but at least harry wasn't hanging out around fans maskless before or after shows in close proximity?

and if anyone tries to jump down my throat again about where masking is mandated and where it isn't because then 'it shouldn't matter alex omg you're so stupid'..... bro people are still getting covid even in areas where the mandates have been lifted?? a mask mandate being lifted just means numbers are supposedly good enough that we don't have to mask up everywhere anymore but it's still your choice if you'd like to keep wearing your mask or not and risking shit but like sorry you lack the common sense to understand that?

- and also on the treatment of harry vs. treatment of louis by those with an obvious favoritism to louis: why are so many of y’all so goddamn meaaan to H all the time like the fuck did he do to you that you always gotta talk about him like he’s your bitchass annoying friend you constantly make fun of just because you don’t want them to sit at your lunch table anymore?? it’s really not funny considering the point most of you take it like 'oh i wanna throw hands with him so bad <3' and 'louis is my fave but yeah h and i got beef uwu' as if that's just your Quirky Ting you do with him because your relationship is ‘different’ to yours with louis… like bro why is that funny to you? why is that your knee-jerk reaction when he legit hasn't done shit to you? sure most of us have a different relationship to the two of them individually but we’re not all constantly making fun of either of them to that degree?

personally yeah, before anyone tries to come and call me or anyone else a hypocrite: i do make fun of the both of them in a lighthearted way pretty often—like i'll call harry a silly fruit or roll my eyes at some of his music/book/tv and film tastes because they're not for me, or i'll tell louis if he doesn't stop talking about NFTs i'm gonna smack him with a rolled up newspaper—but i’m not the one here claiming i'm a 'true larrie' and i 'love them both' when all i do is raise one up and have some weird and warped personal vendetta against the other based off of some petty made up bullshit to try justify my favoritism?

sorry but some of y'all are just assholes about this shit... like, you ever hear of the phrase 'if i don't have anything nice to say...' because i'm here to remind you! you don't have to start babying them but jesus christ what do you get out of being legitimately fucking mean to your lesser favorite all the goddamn time? do you have a sadism complex? are you mean to your friends like this too, because you can't seem to distinguish poking fun from being a dick? gotta say i'm a little concerned!

- i always say solos, particularly solos who get it Wrong like het harries and stunt louies and uwu-louies (just to start!), are the bane of my fucking existence here but “larries” acting in similar accordance to them with these warped favoritisms passed off as anything but and constant inability to keep your clear non-favorite’s name out of your mouth—especially when all you are is mean to and about them and constantly lord shit over them and criticize them for anything and everything—are quickly shooting to the top of my shit list because i’m convinced in some ways y’all are worse… at least with solos they’re not pretending to like someone they just constantly talk shit on??

but yeah i'm just tired of the hypocrisy and this is a callout i see far less than some of the other warranted ones i see floating around but i wanted to make it because i think people just fully being assholes for the stupidest made up reasons is a bit of a problem?

and just a reminder because this was a more pointed post, but if you're doing the same shit but in reverse wherein harry is your clear fave and when you talk about or on louis, all you do is dog on him and hold him to weird standards.... every callout to nasty behavior i made here applies to you as well, you're not safe!!

but yeah i wish everyone doing this nonsense pretending they're not or feeling a little called out when they genuinely believe they're not taking things this far a very happy Reassess Yourself and Get Well Soon x

[whythinktoomuch]

Andrea sighs. “I hate this part.”

“And what part would that be?” Kara spares a small glance for her, but continues to tug on her socks, her shoes, and anything else that she might need on her way out of Andrea’s apartment without a second thought. Again.

“The part where you make me sleep alone.”

Kara whips her head around. “… I’m sorry?”

“Nothing.”

Andrea regrets everything as she buries her head underneath her pillow. Maybe she can blame this sudden onset of weakness on her most recent trend of foregone sleep, or maybe even the very reason for said lack of sleep now standing at the foot of her soon-to-be half-emptied bed. But it certainly isn’t something that deserves any more elaboration, much less voiced.

Unfortunately though, Kara’s never been one to let something go. The rustle of clothing dies away, leading to a padding of steps which leads to the sagging of Andrea’s bed as Kara sits down beside her. “Hey, what’s going on?”

--

“Nothing,” Andrea repeats, her voice firm despite being muffled under her pillow. “Make sure to lock the door on your way out.”

“No, come on…” Kara’s tugging on Andrea’s arm, thumb rubbing gently into her skin. “Talk to me. Please? I’m right here.”

Groaning to herself, Andrea finally sits up, frown deeply set and disgruntled. “Where are you even going anyway?”

Kara takes a deep breath before answering, and Andrea hates how these are the kinds of things that refuse to escape her notice now. “I told you,” Kara says slowly. “I’m meeting a source downtown.”

“Right now? After midnight?” Andrea says with a scoff. “You don’t have a better, more business-friendly time—I don’t know—during the day to be meeting up with these people?”

“I have to go where the story takes me! And I also have to meet my sources on their own terms if I want to cultivate a lasting sense of trust and profess—”

“But for what article?” Andrea demands. “You’ve already met all your deadlines for this week. You wouldn’t be here”—she gestures aimlessly about her bed—“otherwise, so what else could you possibly be researching right now?”

“It’s…” Kara stumbles slightly, and Andrea wills her heart to harden into something that can never sink. “This is for a new story. One that I’m thinking about pitching. Soon.”

“Okay. What story?”

“I can’t tell you yet! It’s not ready,” Kara says, and Andrea just scoffs again. “Hey, seriously. What’s really bothering you? You never care about my work.”

“I’m your boss, Kara. It’s literally my job to care about your work.”

“Just tell me what’s actually bothering you, and I’ll fix it.”

Andrea rubs at her face. “I’d just… really like to know what it’s like to sleep next to my girlfriend for once…”

“Your girlfriend?” Kara echoes. “Who’s your girl—oh!” Her eyebrows nearly shoot up to her hairline. “Wait, oh…”

Groaning once more, now about ready to bury her entire body beneath her pillow if possible, Andrea just waves her hand. “Never mind, okay? Just go.”

“No, hey, hey, hey…” Kara tugs on Andrea’s wrist, refusing, per usual, to let an unwieldy moment die down on its own. “Girlfriend?”

“Forget I even said anything…” Andrea starts, but Kara seems quite unwilling to. In fact, she’s looking at Andrea in complete awe, and Andrea can’t help but straighten up at the attention. Maybe even pushing out her chest a bit just to make a point. “All right, fine, we can talk about this. But you should know right now, that I can’t date anyone who refuses to sleep with me.”

“Pfft, what do you mean? We literally sleep with each other all the time,” Kara protests, until Andrea shoots her a meaningful look—glare. “Oh… Right. You meant, just sleeping, sleeping. Um. Okay. Well, I guess that’s something we can try if you really want…”

Andrea rolls her eyes. “I don’t want you to try it just to appease me, Kara. I want you to want it too. For your own sake.”

“I do want it too! I just didn’t realize that it was something that you’d want. From me, especially.”

“Why the hell not?” Andrea says. “I’m sorry—was the past hour and a half not convincing enough for you?”

Kara flushes all over, sputtering, “No, what I meant was… I didn’t realize that you actually liked me like that?”

“Again. Was the past hour and—”

“I get your point,” Kara says, flapping her hands. “And okay. I, you know… like you too.”

“Oh, how promising,” Andrea mutters, but her nerves were undeniably starting to settle. The flow of conversation now comfortably in her favor.

“And I do want that too,” Kara continues, cracking a smile. “So… let’s do it. Let’s be girlfriends who, you know, sleep together.”

“Deal.” Andrea clears her throat, fidgeting with her sheets. “I imagine that it’ll have to start another night though, no?”

Kara rubs at the back of her neck. “I’m sorry. I just really have to meet this source tonight. It’s really important, I swear.”

“Fine,” Andrea says in a sigh. “It’s not like I don’t understand the need to put one’s career first.”

Kara pouts. She reaches out to cradle Andrea’s face, thumb tracing down her cheek, and Andrea’s not melting, she’s not melting, she’s not.

“I’ll come back,” Kara says at last. “No matter how long this meeting goes for, I promise to come straight back here and sleep with you.”

“Oh, you promise?” Andrea laughs, but there’s a serious glint to Kara’s eyes, twinkling in the way that they do in the strangest moments sometimes.

“Absolutely. I’ll be right back. And I’ll be right here for you, okay?”

Andrea lets out another laugh, ducking her head slightly. “Okay. I guess we’ll see how you do then.”

“Thank you,” Kara says, beaming. “But for now, I really do have to go. I’m actually kinda late now.”

“Then go. I ain’t keeping ya.”

Kara leans in, clearly in askance of a goodbye kiss, but when Andrea goes to cup her face, Kara resists just a tad. “Trust me,” she says. “You kiss me like that, and I’ll never make it out of here.”

“Want to test that little theory?” Andrea asks, her voice dropped into huskier territory, and Kara accordingly flushes pink cheek to cheek.

“Oh… boy…” Kara says in a hushed whisper. “I… er, I gotta go though, so…” She quickly shakes her head. “Yup, gotta go, gotta go. So sorry, but bye!” Pecking at Andrea’s cheek, Kara all but bolts out the door.

With a tiny unseen pout, Andrea sinks back into her bed, her moment of vulnerability already regretted with that aching part of her chest. But Kara promised to come back, and she seems the type to keep promises like that—the girlfriend type, that is.

Andrea’s final thought as she’s drifting off is a fleeting hope that wherever Kara’s rushing off to meet her source wouldn’t be anywhere near the sirens that have been going off. The last thing this would-be relationship needs is for Andrea’s would-be girlfriend to get stuck in traffic this late at night because of fire trucks or something.

//

Andrea wakes up to a sudden dip in her bed, coherent thoughts still slow to return as a column of warmth wraps around her middle from behind. She blinks blearily into the darkness. The sharp bite of smoke lingering in the air somehow only seems to get stronger the clearer her vision gets.

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” comes a sleepy mumble close to her ear, and Andrea starts to chuckle, her surprise melting into blessed relief.

There’s a wry comment sitting on Andrea’s tongue as she glances over her shoulder, but the specifics of it all gets lost when she sees Supergirl curled up against her. “Whoa. W-wait…”

“Oh, m’s’rry…” Supergirl says softly, eyes still squeezed shut. “Forgot to ask… Can I call you ‘baby’ now, since we’re girlfriends who sleep together and stuff…?”

Andrea is reeling, as she takes in the sight. That is to say, the sight of National City’s darling and daring hero rapidly passing out in her bed, blonde hair strewn across Kara’s go-to pillow like a golden halo, her bulk scrunched up into a tiny ball of warmth pressed into Andrea’s side, cape splayed out without a care.

“You’re…” Andrea clears her throat, hopefully ridding herself of the dry stutter caught within. “Excuse me, you’re wearing boots in my bed.”

Supergirl lets out a small whine—there’s a literal, bona fide superhero whining all disgruntled in Andrea’s bed right now—and kicks out her feet. “But I’m so tired, maybe-baby.”

“Maybe-baby,” Andrea echoes, rolling her eyes, because okay, this is definitely Kara all right.

She manages to extricate herself from Kara’s embrace with surprising ease, considering, then manages to tug Supergirl’s boots off one by one with far less ease. But the sight that Andrea’s greeted with startles her into soft laughter.

“Hey. What’s so funny…”

“I like your socks,” Andrea says, slipping back under the sheets, eyes fluttering shut when Kara sidles right up against her once more. “You know, you weren’t wearing those when you left me.”

“Is it really leaving when I come right back?”

“Yes.”

Kara snorts, burying herself into Andrea’s hair with a sigh. “Mm, I like my socks too. Was a gift from Santa,” she says, and Andrea can almost feel Kara wiggling her toes. “I like the smilin’ fruits…”

“Yes, I figured you would.”

Kara lets out a mock scandalized gasp, “It’s s’pposed to be secret Santa, you know…”

“You know what else is supposed be a secret?” Andrea shoots back, arching an eyebrow that is of course lost on her half-asleep almost-girlfriend. But Kara seems to know, because she grins.

“Hm. We can talk about it in the morning, mm’kay?”

“Oh, we most certainly will,” Andrea says, turning on her side, allowing herself to be happily spooned. “Good night, Supergirl.”

“Yeah, yeah, good night, maybe-baby.”

[notanotherreidgirl]

I just had an idea based on my recent health experience: What if Spence had to wear a Holter for 24 or 72 hours to measure his heart's activity (maybe as part of the FBIs health checks) ? And he has to take notes of everything he does so that they can match it with the information collected so he cannot have sex or masturbate unless he's willing to justify his increased heart activity to a team of doctors. So, reader being reader, decides to drive him nuts, teasing him again and again because she knows he can't do anything about it. (Does he end up cumming in his pants because he's trying so hard not to touch himself and increase his heart rate?) ☺️🥰

Love ya! Have a great day!

Let's Get Physical

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, edging, blowjob, grinding, coming in pants

Word Count: 1380 (i'm inclined to just call this a full fic)

A/N: First, an apology. This has been in my inbox for quite a while and I am very sorry about the wait. Secondly, I made this entire scenario up after doing some minimal research on Holter monitors so it might not make sense.

Spencer gave Hotch’s door a light tap before taking a deep breath and then giving two sharp knocks. “Come in”

The door swung open and Derek patted him on the shoulder with a smile as he exited, no doubt having just received a glowing report regarding his physical health. Spencer dropped into the seat, casting a quick glance at the team of health professionals on Hotch’s couch and immediately regretting it. They were very clinical looking - pressed white lab coats, hair combed and gelled back, clipboards piled with papers, already scribbling away and speaking among themselves in hushed voices. “Ok Dr. Reid, we just have a few questions to ask you regarding your health practices and then we’ll take a look at the results from the Holter Monitor. Is that alright?”

“Um yeah. Yeah, that’s fine” he glanced over at Hotch who was leafing through Spencer’s notes with a raised eyebrow. The first few questions about his diet and lifestyle practices were easy but then came the dreaded evaluation of the Holter measurements. “Now we just have a few questions about some of the readings from the Holter. I see there was a bit of a spike right after you put it on that you attributed to nerves?”

“O-oh uh yeah, I was just a little nervous about having it on. That was it.” But that wasn’t the exact truth.

---

You had Spencer sit cross-legged on the bed without his shirt when he came home with the Holter. He was explaining how it worked as you studied the diagram detailing how to put it on. You slipped the wearable recording device over his head and climbed into his lap, surreptitiously rocking your hips into his as you untangled the wires. His hands encircled your waist, adjusting your angle so your clothed core ran against his entire length. You attached the electrodes carefully, kissing each patch of skin before covering it. His breath came out in soft pants as his release mounted and he squeezed his eyes shut. Just as he was about to come, you clicked the machine on and his eyes flew open.

“Wait, Y/N! I can’t - I’m supposed to keep my heart rate down.” The panic in his voice was evident and you smirked. If there was one thing you knew about Spencer it was that he liked succeeding. One might even say he liked winning - 3 Ph.Ds, prolific poker player, unsubs behind bars - so it didn’t come as a surprise to you that he was keen on passing his health evaluation. You trailed a hand down his chest, feeling the pounding heart he was trying to calm with deep breaths. “If you say so, doc”

---

The evaluator’s next question snapped him from his reverie. “That sounds fine but there was a concerning increase in your heart activity at 2 AM. It says here that you were exercising, specifically sprinting?”

Spencer dropped the pen he had been twirling and dove under his chair to get it. “Ah yes, I - uh - those are my nightly sprints.”

If Hotch’s eyebrows went up any farther they’d disappear in his hairline. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand across his face in exasperation when he spotted your face peeking out through an opening in his office blinds. You darted away quickly, sprinting back to your desk. Meanwhile, Spencer mentally chastised himself for his lack of self-restraint, saying that he was doing sprints at 2 AM was stupid but it was the only thing he could think of that could somewhat explain his elevated heart rate without revealing his actual activities.

---

He couldn’t sleep with the monitor on, tossing and turning in your arms until he rolled onto his back and let out a frustrated huff. You sleepily propped yourself up on your elbow. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

He scooted in closer, curling his body into yours and burying his face into your tits. He whined, “Can’t sleep with this thing on me”

“Oh, poor baby. Do you need me to make you feel better?” You dipped a hand down the front of his pajama pants and he automatically pressed his hips forward, used to you soothing him in this way after nightmares. He was already half-hard and you stroked him softly before sliding down the bed. His whimpers at the loss of your breasts exploded into loud moans as you swallowed his length, running your tongue up the underside of his cock and sucking at the tip before taking him back into your throat. Usually, you would take your time but you were feeling particularly wicked tonight, bringing a hand up to cradle his balls as the other forced his wild hips down onto the bed. Once again you pulled away just as his orgasm began to materialize and he threw his head back against the pillows, whines devolving into a choked sob. “We wouldn’t want to mess up your Holter results, now would we?”

Needless to say, he didn’t get any sleep that night.

---

“Well Dr. Reid, this kind of activity is most unusual and frankly quite concerning. Your heart rate even shot up right before you returned the monitor which you again attributed to nerves.” Spencer’s face reddened as he recalled the events that transpired that morning.

---

He was pacing down a vacant hallway in the basement of the Bureau, willing his nerves away. He was sure he would fail. Could you even fail one of these evaluations? Probably. If anyone could fail it would be Spencer. Between the events of the last 24 hours and the fact that Derek was going right before him, he knew he was screwed. And then as if the universe were conspiring against him there you were coming out of the printer room, heels clicking against the floor, hips swaying, a form-fitting blouse leaving just enough to the imagination. And Spencer had a very vivid imagination. Watching you float towards him was really all it took to have him standing at attention, heart rate skyrocketing. But you were ever the overachiever, threading his tie between your fingers and pulling him in for a kiss. Your knee came up between his legs and he automatically rocked into you, still worked up from your relentless denial. You ran your tongue over his bottom lip, deepening the kiss and applying even more pressure. “You’ve been so good, sweetheart. Trying your very hardest to control yourself. It’s adorable.”

It didn’t even occur to Spencer that he had to return the monitor along with his notes in less than 10 minutes, he was cumming in his pants as soon as the praise left your lips, whining into your mouth as he finally attained his long-awaited release. He looked down at you in shock as you stepped back. “Shit, Y/N! What do I do? They’re gonna call me up in 5 minutes!”

You gave him a mocking look of sympathy as you smoothed the wrinkles in his dress shirt. “Guess you better get cleaned up then”

---

“Dr. Reid, I’d like to see you again for a follow-up.” The doctor on the left scribbled their name on the bottom of a form and handed it to Spencer. He gave the paper a quick glance before looking over at Hotch with wide eyes. Help me.

Hotch sighed, taking the form from Spencer and giving it a quick scan before returning it to the evaluation team. “As we know, Dr. Reid has had a tumultuous history with these physical assessments. However, he is an invaluable member of this team and has proven himself in the field time and time again. I don’t see any reason to prolong this evaluation. Now if you’ll excuse us, I believe Dr. Reid was your last appointment of the day”

They protested but Hotch fixed them with his trademark stare and they stood up to leave. “Very well, but Dr. Reid will not be exempt from his yearly fitness test this time.”

Spencer gulped, watching them file out the room. He turned to Hotch thanking him as he took his file and turned to leave, glad it was over. But before he could leave, Hotch cleared his throat. “I take it Y/N will be helping you train for your fitness test”