#but also leng in that shirt

[pharawee]

"You're safe now. Everything's alright. I'm here."

—KIDNAP THE SERIES · Episode 05

[beelmons]

Luxury Poker Nights pt. 2

Pairing: Hotch, Reid, Morgan x fem!reader Rating: Explicit, smut (18+, minors do not interact with this story) Word count: 5,806 cw: unprotected sex (do not recommend), sex-servant kink, voyeurism, multiple partners, non-vegan food options, slight degradation, free use kink Summary: It's Aaron's turn to host the poker night, and he figured it would be a great move to invite the entertainment they all fervently enjoyed last time: you. A/N: This was so highly requested I hope it lives up to expectations. Prompted by an original blurb found here Tag list: @illumi3 @ash-recs @canyonmooncreations @howabouticallyou @unlikelyqueenninja @kay-moranguinho and my always honorary mentions: @ihavemanyhusbands @cassiemartzz

Meeting Aaron Hotchner was nothing short of an absolute pleasure. Gentle, kind, considerate, funny when he finally got rid of the stoic boss facade, everything you would love in a partner whether casual or serious. All these reasons played a role in deciding to partake on a very specific contract: to serve as his servant, sexually speaking. 

"Hey," Aaron greeted you before leaning in to press a friendly kiss to your cheek. 

"Hey, Mr. Hotchner." you replied. 

His head tilted and eyebrows raised with playful offense "I've told you, if you don't want to call me Aaron, at least go with Hotch." 

Every so often he would call you in, mostly to a very beautiful house owned by a man you knew as Rossi, and you'd come for the sole purpose to act out your role. To serve and please them. 

This time, however, he was hosting in his own apartment. It was the classic bachelor pad, the adult version, barely decorated but tidy and resourceful. You had been in there only once, but you had memorized the area pretty well. He also looked especially handsome, navy blue polo shirt and denim black pants with casual sneakers, you could notice his toned biceps in that outfit. 

"What are my instructions for today?" you asked as you got in, taking a look around to remember the layout. 

"The usual. Although, I might ask you to take charge of the kitchen for a little bit. Bring snacks, beverages, nothing too complicated. Oh, and…” he began to say, reaching for a bag that was laying by the entrance “this.” 

From it, he pulled out what seemed like a traditional maid apron. You could tell he had it tailored for your body, and that the lace around it seemed to be fine, not the cheap ones costume stores had. You reached for it and pulled it from the strings you were supposed to tie, you hovered it over your body to catch a preview of what it would look like, the man had a good eye, it sure made you feel hot. 

“Of course, if it makes you uncomfortable, we can ditch it.” he tried to reassure you, seeing how you kept admiring the piece. 

“It’s alright, Mr. Hotchner. But a maid outfit? I thought you preferred me in the bare.” you teased. 

“Don’t worry, we still get plenty of access to the parts of you we love the most, being that the apron is the only garment of the costume you will actually wear.” his hands slipped in his pockets, his face lighting up with a smug smile “You can change in the bathroom, the guys should be here soon.” 

You made your way to the mentioned room to obey your first order of the night. Aaron waited patiently in the kitchen, putting together a couple more things so that the serving part of your job would be easier. Nonetheless, a knock on the door distracted him from his duty. He hurried to open, immediately being greeted by Morgan and Reid. 

“Hey, where’s Dave?” he asked, noticing a missing member. 

“He said he’s got something to do but he’ll catch us—” Morgan’s eyes fixed on something behind Hotch, and his train of thought completely disappeared “—later.” 

The boss turned around when he noticed Spencer’s perplexed eyes, similar to Morgan’s, and he smiled to himself as he turned around to watch you already in your ‘uniform’, to call it some way. The apron was comfortably secured around your waist, the length of it barely covering your front to the middle of your thighs, your back absolutely exposed, being that the fabric of the apron was only on the forepart, your upper body out in the open, with your nipples already perked from the cold air conditioning hitting them. And to them, you were the most beautiful of monuments. 

“What’s your safe word?” Aaron asked, his eyes immediately scanning your body.

“Cacao.” you said confidently, your head nodding in reassurance. 

Aaron looked back at Spencer and Morgan, making sure they caught what you had said. They both shook their heads in agreement, and so he locked the door behind them “Let’s begin poker night, then.” he ordered. 

“I’ll get some drinks for you guys.” you said, and you were about to move to the kitchen when Hotch’s voice stopped you. 

“I believe I haven’t given you permission to speak.” he emitted in a commanding voice. 

You understood his words for what they were: a warning. He had been clear enough, when you were there to work, you had to be diligent. Always keep yourself busy, available, and quiet, those were the rules you had signed up for. Your hands folded on your lap and you bowed your head slightly in response. 

Once they were out of your sight, you headed to the kitchen. You gathered a couple of snacks that Mr. Hotchner had prepared; some peanuts, pretzels, and cut up fruit, added with three open beers. He had let a tray out for you as well, possibly with the intention of making everything easier. By the time you got to the table and began to spread the food and beverages around they had already dealt the cards. 

You settled the empty tray on the side on a random surface, and Mr. Hotchner spread one arm in your direction indicating you that he wanted you to join his side; you did as he desired and his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to sit on his leg. As if ritualistic, the hand that was closer to his body was grabbed and brought to his lips, a gentle kiss landed on the back of it, and then he guided it to his member, that at some point he had already exposed. It was an instinct, you already knew what to do. Your hand began to slowly massage the barely hard shaft, and you could hear him exhale particularly hard at the sensation. 

“Rules will change for tonight. You can’t bet ‘All in’ unless you have at least fifteen chips, and you can’t bet two rounds in a row.” Aaron began to say. 

“Isn’t 15 a bit expensive?” Spencer’s eyes narrowed with doubt. 

“Not at all, given that an ‘all in’ winner also gets 10 minutes to command our servant as they please.” his hand dragged upwards, purposely taking his time to brush your skin with his fingertips, nipple included, until they landed on your chin, tilting your face to have you look in the direction of the other two men “And you could agree, she’s worth the risk.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat at the way they hungrily stared at you, but they didn’t say anything further, both Morgan and Reid simply went back to looking at their cards. 

The game began and you hadn’t been given permission to move, you had to remain on Mr. Hotchner’s leg, caressing his member. He seemed unbothered by your steady movement, but you could feel him throb every so often, and it would fill you with cocky pride. That was another rule: you weren’t allowed to go rogue, they came when they wanted to, not when you caused them to. If you acted too smart and tried to make them climax before they wanted to, you were sidelined, given the silent treatment. That was more punishment than doing anything else to you, because chances were you were going to enjoy whatever else. 

You would steal a glance at random times to notice his tip swollen and reddened, even when he tried to keep composure, and continued to play his hands normally, you had learned the little twitches his dick made whenever he was getting close. His head turned to place a chaste kiss to your shoulder blade, giving you permission to keep going. Your hand trailed down to give his balls a gentle squeeze, which caused a loud groan to come out of his throat, and after a couple more fast strokes he began to spill his seed. 

Mr. Hotchner had been clear that he did not like messes; his entire member was coated in his semen, and some had spilled over his pants as well. You reached for one of the pockets the apron had sown on to find a handkerchief that you recognized as his, in seconds, you were on your knees, you wiped clean the fabric of his pants, his shaft, on the other hand, didn’t require the cloth, you grabbed at the base and licked a strip up, repeating the same movement until he was clean, and hard yet again. 

“All in.” Morgan’s voice snapped everyone’s attention, and since you hadn’t been given indication to do otherwise, your mouth kept working Aaron’s dick.

“Already? You’ve only won one round.” Spencer asked, his math not quite adding up. 

“I’ve got enough.” he clarified. 

“You got exactly 15, though, if you lose this, you don’t get any more.” Hotch looked in his direction.

Morgan’s head tilted slightly to the side, catching sight of your still bobbing head. He smiled as a response to his boss’s explanation, pushing the chips forward to the center of the table. 

“She’s worth the risk.” he said, a wink sent to Spencer. You couldn’t help but blush at his words, even if you weren’t able to stop your current activity unless indicated. 

The other two men exchanged looks, if they didn’t raise, they would still lose, perhaps that was part of Morgan’s scheme, but they weren’t about to just give you up by default. They pushed the corresponding chips to the pool in the center, and Reid was the first one to open his cards. Full house, nines over jacks. Hotch was in a slump, two pairs, queens and kings. 

“Full house.” Morgan said before he opened his cards, and Spencer’s attention was specially perked “Aces over sevens.” he finally said. 

Spencer let out a soft curse under his breath as Morgan laughed in pride, he was certainly rejoicing on having made that play. You received a light tap on your shoulder that indicated you it was time to move masters, and so you stood up and directed to stand next to Derek. 

“Actually, sweetheart, I will need you in the kitchen for a bit.” he said, his hand nonetheless landing on the skin of your rear, gently squeezing it “Peanuts and pretzels are a bit hard on my stomach, do you think you could make me a quick sandwich?” he asked ever so chivalrously.  

“Anything in particular you would like?” you asked, taking his question as permission to speak. 

“Some ham and bacon would be excellent, thank you.” with a soft slap of your ass he sent you your merry way. 

Kitchen duty was on the original arrangement, although you didn’t quite picture yourself making sandwiches, Derek’s smile was so charming you would learn gourmet cuisine just to please him. 

You gathered the required stuff, bread, some mayonnaise, and the ham and bacon. Being that you were topless, using a pan was out of the question, so you used the tray on the small electric oven that was next to the stove to cook the pork strips. You were too entranced by the silly way in which the meat shrunk to notice that Derek had walked into the kitchen, only becoming aware of his presence when he leaned next to you against the counter. 

“You make a great maid.” he pointed out, and you bolted up a little from the surprise. His hand instinctively reached for your waist, trying to keep you from falling back “Easy, you might hurt yourself.” 

Even when he made sure your feet were steady, he didn’t remove his hand from where it was, in fact, he simply took a couple of steps closer. 

“I enjoy servicing.” you said, eyes traveling south. You could see his cock already hanging out from his zipper, and you tried to reach for it in an attempt to caress it. His free hand, however, stopped you. 

“I can see that. You also take initiative, that’s impressive.” he began, his hand bringing yours up to press a kiss to it in a similar way Hotch used to do, but instead of allowing it to stroke his member, he directed it to the kitchen utensils you had laid out “But I believe for things to be done right they have to be done with the utmost concentration, so why don’t we focus on that sandwich, huh?” 

You pouted a little and he let out a light chuckle at your disappointment. You went back to the task at hand, getting a dull butter knife to begin spreading the mayonnaise around the slice. You felt the warmth of his touch leave your waist, and you were about to complain yet again until you felt one of his fingers sneak between your legs and trail up your slit. 

You shuddered and your legs instinctively closed. He tsk’ed his tongue in disapproval, and you understood to return them to their original position. Derek wasted no time, the two fingers in the middle of his hand slipping into your cunt. He was fixated on your face, absorbing every expression as you melted due to his digits, your hands gripping on the surface, leaving the sandwich unattended. 

“I haven’t told you to stop working, have I?” he whispered commandingly. 

His fingers began to curl upwards inside of you as they continued to move inside and out, getting coated with your juices. You tried your best to keep yourself still, your hand shakily reaching for the rest of the ingredients. He didn’t stop his movements even when you dropped the knife on the counter from the way he hit the back of your cunt.

“Careful.” he warned at the clinking sound, you peeked over your shoulder while you grabbed the utensil and out of the corner of your eye you could notice his hand moving over his now hardened cock “Come on, beautiful, keep going.” 

You shook your head a little in an attempt to clear it, even when his relentless fingers weren’t giving you the opportunity. You finally managed to pay attention and began to assemble the deli meats. You barely noticed when he moved behind you until you felt his tip rub against your entrance. 

His hands ran over your front as he pushed inside of you, slowly, and they landed on your breasts. A pleasure mewl slipped past your mouth, but you cut it short. 

“Come on, now, I’m not Hotch.” he complained while he gave you the chance to adjust to his member “You don’t gotta have my permission to talk, let that voice out.” 

His hips snapped rather roughly against yours, a loud slapping sound echoing around the kitchen; it caused a loud moan from you, one that you were sure could be heard from the other room. “That’s a good girl.” he praised. 

His initial rhythm wasn’t slow, after all he was in a hurry. It made assembling the sandwich all much more difficult, you struggled to open the door of the electric oven, almost getting burned thanks to the way his cock so deeply pushed inside you, all while your throat was unable to keep quiet, intermittent noises unsteady from his thrusts. 

One of his hands slipped down and in between your legs, the tip of his middle finger rubbed at your clit with a gentle speed, almost unmatching to his hips. You sensed him look over your shoulder to check up on the status of his food, and your hand trembled as you set the bacon down to finish it up. He laughed with pleasure, and his fingers dipped on the skin around your hips. 

“Can you take it, baby?” you could feel his thick member erratically twitching inside of you as he asked, and you nodded your head fervently “Of course you can.” he reassured. 

He snapped a couple more times, rough enough to make you lose your balance and press up against the counter, before you heard him grunt and felt your cunt being filled with his spill. The sensation of his cock pushing your walls sent you over the edge, and you began to drip with your release, a loud moan accompanying the blissful sensation. He pulled out with ease, not waiting for you to come out of your high, and stepped away to grab the meal you had prepared. 

“Thank you, beautiful, looks delicious.” he winked at you with his signature charming smile before he began walking out of the kitchen “Oh, and pretty boy said he wanted some iced tea, be a doll and bring it after you’re done cleaning up, thanks.” 

Without further word, he vanished from your sight. You had to take a second to catch your breath, desperate for a bit more friction. You considered touching yourself, but if Mr. Hotchner were to catch you, you wouldn’t be able to come again all night, he would make sure of it. 

You could feel Derek’s cum beginning to drip, but the cleanliness of the kitchen was a priority. You abided by the task that you had been handed, after a couple of minutes of cleaning up, since you hadn’t made a big mess, you prepared the beverage for Dr. Reid and headed back to the area. You settled the glass of iced tea next to the man that had requested it. 

“All in.” as soon as you stood next to him, you heard the youngest of the group exclaim, he then muttered a casual ‘thank you’ at the gesture of having his drink brought over. 

Hotch and Morgan exchanged playful glances. They knew he was rushing, his decision possibly prompted by the fact that your breasts were so close to his face; they noticed the bobbing of his adam’s apple, and Aaron had paid attention to how he palmed his bulge while he heard you get taken in the kitchen. Logic just flew out of the window when you were around, and his coworkers adored seeing that side of him. 

“You got me.” Morgan said as he folded his cards, and Reid cockily took a sip off his drink.  

“I’ll play.” Hotch mentioned before adding his chips to the pool. 

“Two pairs. Kings and Queens.” Spencer opened his hand. 

On his part, Hotch could simply scoff while he threw his cards on the table. “Jacks and Queens.” he said with pretend defeat. 

The blond man boasted with his expression in pure pride. He didn’t use to be the kind to order you around, unlike the other two who had gotten very comfortable, and preferred you took the initiative during game sessions. 

This time, nonetheless, he looked quite eager to take control. Once he noticed you looking at him expectantly, waiting patiently for your command. He narrowed his eyes, ever inexperienced, trying to come up with something, or rather trying to find the right way to ask. 

“Could you…” he stopped to try and analyze his next words “Could you bend over?” he motioned towards the table. 

It took your entire strength to not laugh, you weren’t making fun of him, he was just ridiculously adorable, and it made hard contrast with the whole situation in the first place and his actual sexual interests. You obeyed, not wanting to make him self-conscious, moving Derek’s plate out of the way elegantly before resting your entire body face-down against the piece of furniture. 

You let out a quiet whimper from the contrast in temperature; your ass was left up and exposed in his direction. He finally stood up, and you looked back to peek at what he was up to, his hips had lined up with yours, his member was still clothed, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing at your asscheeks and pressing his bulge against your dripping cunt. 

“Why don’t we change the game?” his eyes were glued on your skin wrinkling up with every push, but he kept talking to his coworkers “How about blackjack? Hotch can play house” he proposed. 

“Reid, it’s literally illegal for you to play blackjack in two states.” Hotch pointed out. 

“That’s true. You have an unfair advantage.” Morgan added. 

“Card counting can only be done with extreme concentration and observation of the cards being dealt.” his eyes didn’t leave your body, his palm gently massaging your skin as he kept rubbing himself on you “And I happen to be too busy to pay enough attention.” 

“Alright, but blackjack is a fast game. The player needs to win at least three rounds to claim their prize. Draws don’t count towards the winning number.” Aaron clarified.

The rest of the players nodded in agreement. Mr. Hotchner was the dealer, since he was playing the role of ‘the house’, and he began assigning the first round of cards. Before he got to Reid, though, he noticed there was no space on the table, your body occupying most of it, and so he resolved he would just put it over your naked back. 

You gulped in surprise and your body seemed to get hotter, you surely weren’t expected to be used this way; your nipples brushed against the surface of the table, and Reid noticed how you pushed back against him slightly. 

The doctor pulled away, satisfied for the time being with the friction that he had gotten, and realized there were a couple of white-ish stains. 

“Come on, Morgan!” he exclaimed once he noticed it was semen “Can’t you clean up after yourself?” 

Derek could only break into a laugh, and you noticed a small smirk on Aaron’s face as well. 

“Sorry, kid.” he simply said, waiting for Hotch to open his second card. 

Reid made an unamused expression and crouched down to observe the situation. You still had some drip down your thigh, and your slit still had some traces of Morgan’s release. 

“I’ll help you out, but I need you to do something for me.” he said, palming at your ass to let you know he was talking to you; you hummed, replying that you were listening intently “I won’t be able to use my mouth, so if I suck, it means hit, if I insert, it means stay” 

You furrowed your brows with confusion, but he didn’t give you much time to understand. You felt his tongue trail up your inner thigh, taking the liquid that had spilled over it with it, and shortly the muscle pressed against your slit, taking a lap at your entire sex.

Your hands gripped at the side edges of the square table, on your right side Derek Morgan was looking intently at his cards, on your left Aaron Hotchner was paying close attention to the youngest’s movements. He snapped back to the game once your pleased noises started flowing, his hand darting out to land on top of yours and rub at the back of it slightly. Aaron dealt the second round of cards and Reid’s landed on your back once again. 

“14.” the older man said. 

A little distracted by the way his tongue teased your labia, you didn’t pay attention to the words the dealer had said until you felt Spencer’s lips wrap around your clit and intensely suck the air in. The sensation, which was foreign, made your legs go weak; the man pressed his face against your rear to keep you up, and it only made the interaction so much hotter. 

“Hit me!” you exclaimed in between moans. 

“8. Adds to 22.” Hotch said calmly. 

Reid grumbled against your cunt, his tongue going back to your entrance instead, superficially licking, taking his time to taste everything around it. 

Morgan was busted as well, which meant the house took the round. Spencer kept a steady and slow pace; you felt the cards being removed from your back and, almost immediately, a new one was added. 

“20.” Hotch said again. 

The youngster’s hands had been placed against the outer sides of your thighs in the meantime, however once he heard the number they traveled up. He pulled away and you slightly whined at the lack of contact, his thumbs spread the outer part of your pussy open and his tongue immediately slipped inside your entrance. 

“Stay.” you struggled to let out, only coming out as a shaky breath. 

Hotch opened a couple more cards, Derek was busted again, so there was a chance for Reid’s win. 

“21 for the house, house wins.” Aaron exclaimed. 

Your head defeatedly laid against the wooden table, the man buried in your rear could feel your walls clenching and your hips slightly moving to grind against yours. Your shaky breaths didn’t only alert him that your second orgasm of the night was coming, the other two men could also tell. 

“Reid, your time with her is almost up.” Aaron pointed out after taking a look at his watch. 

Spencer pulled away once again, to your discomfort, and narrowed his eyes pretending to think.

“I’ll tell you what, win this round and I’ll let you orgasm.” Reid proposed to you. 

You trembled a little with anticipation, feeling your orgasm edging on. Instead of allowing his tongue back on you, he simply pressed open-mouthed kisses to your labia, making sure he wouldn’t touch any sensitive areas. 

Aaron dealt another round of cards over your back, not even paying attention to your begging face. 

“16.” he notified you since your eyes were tightly shut with irritation from being so close yet unable to release. 

“Hit me.” you commanded, still feeling Reid’s wet lips kissing your sides. 

“3. Adds to 19.” He clarified as he threw another card against your back. 

“Hit me.” you said once again.

Aaron and Spencer exchanged looks, it was a very risky move, statistically heavily improbable.

Hotch opened the new card against your back, and he let out a pleased chuckle. “2. Adds to twenty one.” 

Reid laughed with incredulity, but he was a man of his word. His lips clasped your sensitive nub once again, and he sucked the air in as his tongue moved rapidly from side to side. A high-pitched moan at his movements, and you couldn’t help but to release your juices over his face. You could hear an erotic slurping sound from the back, he was abiding by his promise of keeping you clean. 

“Well played!” he beamed at you and cleared the cards from your back “That was a very unlikely pull, I’m surprised you made it.” 

“Certainly.” Hotch reassured as he dealt the next round of cards.

Reid had sat back down on his chair, and as the pieces of carton landed on you, you decided to stay put on the table. Spencer’s eyes would travel from his cards to your ass from time to time, almost as if he was pondering his next move after he won. 

However, he wouldn’t be as lucky, and neither would Derek, since the next round was won by the house, which meant Hotch was back in control. You were about to stand back up and his hand laid on your bare back, stopping your movement,

“Actually, honey, why don’t you remain there for a little bit more?” he commanded and you obediently remained “Reid, move.” he said standing up.

The younger furrowed his brows with unintentional defiance “But this is my seat…” he quietly complained. 

“You can have your seat back once I’m done with her.” Hotch said, his tone was as imposing, but you could tell he was a little more gentle. You didn’t know the exact nature of their relationship, but you had figured Spencer was a soft spot for him. 

He finally obeyed and stood up and away from the chair, leaving enough space for Hotch to stand behind you. You could immediately feel the tip of his member prodding at your entrance, after what Reid had done to you, you certainly didn’t need any more preparation. You were overstimulated as it was, but his cock was always welcome, and he could tell by the way you were clenching around nothing simply by having him so close. 

He smirked to himself at the feeling and immediately allowed himself inside of you. You grunted with pleasure as you felt him enter, your fingers, tired from gripping on the sides of the table, beginning to curl around in the air. 

“Here, you can grab onto this.” the ever so chivalrous Derek Morgan reached out to intertwine his fingers with yours, giving you a soft area for you to squeeze trying to not lose control. 

Mr. Hotchner wasn’t going to pretend being gentle, his thrusts picking up speed as soon as you had gotten used to his size. He moved his shirt slightly aside, enjoying every second of watching himself disappear between your contracting walls. He let out a soft groan in pleasure, and you could tell he was beginning to lose himself in you. His hand gripped at your buttock, squeezing roughly to help him move your hips back and forth. 

The other two participants didn’t seem to move a finger, they could only stare, with pleased expressions on their face, at the way tears began to prickle on the corner of your eyes. Reid reached to land a hand on top of your head soothingly, and his kindness was always appreciated. 

Your obnoxious sounds were a delight to the three of them, therefore they dreaded the tune of a ringing phone interrupting the melody they adored. Hotch reached for the gadget within his pocket, furrowing his brows at the caller ID. 

“Yeah, JJ?” he said and made a ‘shushing’ sign to Spencer and Derek. 

Reid gently moved his hand from your head to your mouth, initially he was simply going to cover it with his palm, but an impulsive thought beat him to it: his index and middle finger slipped inside your mouth and pressed against your tongue. 

“Suck.” he ordered in a whisper “It will help you keep quiet.” 

You obeyed the doctor’s order, however, focusing on coating his digits in your saliva; your sounds were kept muffled in your throat, but they escaped your lips from time to time, since Aaron was not giving you a second of rest. 

“Can’t it wait? I see. It’s fine, Reid and Morgan are with me, call Dave, we’ll meet you there in 15.” Hotch continued instructing. He was doing his best to appear unbothered, and he was purposely hitting deeper each time, almost making it a challenge for you to keep your sounds down. 

“A case?” Morgan inquired as soon as his superior got off the phone. 

“And urgent.” he put the device away once again and leaned slightly over you. His fingers glued themselves to your clit, circling it slowly, he was trying to, most likely, rush your orgasm. The pleasure it brought to you was a little painful, being that it had been the part of your body that had received the most attention during the night. You whined at the sensation, and Reid had to slide his fingers further back to keep you from screaming. 

“You know, Hotch, there’s a question that I’ve been meaning to ask for a while.” Spencer suddenly emitted, and Aaron looked curiously in his direction, prompting him to inquire “Are you really paying her?” 

The question caused Hotch to chuckle slightly “No, it’s more like an arrangement.” he confessed, still focused on pounding your cunt. 

“Then what does she get out of it?” his eyes narrowed as he observed you, fucked out of your mind, swallow your cheeks around his fingers. 

“She gets to come,” he clarified “as many times as she can take.” 

As he spoke, his hand raised to land a loud, yet not utterly strong, slap on your ass; he did that sometimes when he allowed you to release. His hips snapped one final time, pressing all the way in to spill his cum inside of you. Your third orgasm of the night was divine, your teeth slightly gritting against Reid’s skin. 

You laid there, absolutely exhausted, for a couple of minutes as they gathered their things and fixed up their clothes. Once you had recovered your energy enough to stand up, you felt your knees betraying you almost immediately. Morgan bolted from his nearby spot to offer his body as support, his arm surrounding your middle. 

“You alright?” he asked with concern and you nodded. 

“Here.” Spencer came closer with a wet wipe that he handed to you. 

“I’m sorry we can’t see you off, but this is urgent.” Hotch came out of a random room with a briefcase on his hand and his pristine suit already on “Rest as much as you want and help yourself to anything in the kitchen, just make sure to lock the door when you leave.” 

Without saying any further he leaned closer to you and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. He muttered a ‘let’s go’ directed to his subordinates and almost dashed outside the apartment. Morgan simply took a quick peck at the side of your head and told you to ‘take care’. Spencer stood there awkwardly for a second; you could see in his eyes that he was trying to do something, anything, but he couldn’t find the right gesture. Unable to take it much longer, you curled your hand into a fist and offered it in his direction. He bumped it with a fist of his own, and both of you laughed with a bit of embarrassment.

“Listen,” you said before he could move away, slightly entranced by his hazel eyes “the arrangement I have with Mr. Hotchner…” you diverted your gaze, suddenly slightly embarrassed “...it’s not exclusive.” you finally said. 

Spencer’s eyes opened and eyebrows raised in surprise, were you insinuating what he thought you were? His mouth opened and closed in search for an answer, but he struggled to make sense of anything, too scared to diffuse the interest you had shown in him. 

“You don’t have to agree right now,” you reached behind you, to the side table that had the landline phone on it, to grab a pad and a pen and immediately wrote down your number “if you want to explore a contract of your own, give me a call.” you said with a smile handing the paper over to him. 

“I will!” he said with almost too much excitement. 

“Reid!” Morgan yelled from the corridor. 

Spencer let out a quick curse and wrinkled his face with frustration “I’ll call you.” he said before he left in a rush. 

You giggled a little with teenage-like excitement, a feeling that you hadn’t experienced since you first started your dynamic with Mr. Hotchner. New guy, new conditions, new games. Perhaps poker is not the only way to have fun. 

[respectthepetty]

I thought I would be able to watch anything with ohm in it, coz he always clicks with his costar

Sadly the new BL was too much for me, the other lead just wasn't putting in anything while the whole cast was trying their best

Also the story was so boring, where were the writers and why did they write is mess

I watched all of Battle of the Writers without understanding one part of that plot, but did I care?

No! Because in this life, I can simply enjoy something solely for the aesthetics and the aesthetics alone.

And Kidnap is giving me visuals!

It's giving me looks!

And it's giving me vibes!

And sometimes, we just don't vibe with something which seems to be the case with you. I understand since I didn't vibe with Bad Buddy, but I did vibe with Ohm looking like a five-course meal.

Which is what I think Kidnap was banking on - - - my thirst. Because in the first two minutes of the first episode, Ohm was shirtless, dehydrated, and looking like a snack.

Delicious enough to eat up like honey and butter on a warm tortilla.

Then in the second episode, Leng was taking off his shirt too.

This show put two attractive boys in sleeveless shirts for a majority of the series and tied them up together because the show knows what most of us showed up for.

AESTHETICS!

So I get your issues with the show, but what it's lacking in substance, it's more than making up for in the looks.

I'm not here for the show. I'm here for a show.

And it's delivering.

[bengiyo]

Moonlight Chicken Ep 8 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

This brings us to the end of finale week, and I couldn't ask for a better show to close us out.

Yesterday, Alan opted to stay with his family instead of compelling Wen to take care of him. Also, Jim and Wen went on a cute date..Jam came to the house to tell Li Ming that she wants to remarry and also wants to be a mother to him now. Li Ming did not want any of this at all because they have never been close, she didn't raise him, and be doesn't want her making decisions for him.

Meanwhile, Jim accidentally outed Li Ming to his mom as Jim struggled with his own fears and insecurities about Li Ming. He and Jam had a not-great conversation about it, and so Jim went to talk to Wen about it. Wen gave Jim some perspective, and Jim gave Wen probably the best sniff kiss we've seen in a very long time.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Hong passed away, and we spent the back half of the episode on her funeral. Khaotung destroyed us with his performances, and the funeral opened up all of the characters to think about where they are. Li Ming and Jim reconciled. Jim cleared things with Alan, who met Gaipa at the funeral. Heart and his family came to the funeral. Jim finally decided to let go of the restaurant and set down his burdens.

We just started and I'm already crying! Jim feels so much lighter now that the restaurant and Li Ming aren't weighing him down. He's also finally acting like a gay uncle. He's helping guide Jam away from Li Ming and assuring her he'll help his nephew.

Chapter 8: The Self-made House and Home

It's such a relief to see Li Ming comfortable around Jim again.

Big fan of the "Person's for Men" hoodie.

I love Wen. I want to be this bold in love.

Fourth has incredible chemistry with Lookwa. I get why they paired them twice. Jam has had a messy romantic history her son has witnessed. I get why she values his approval.

There are so many people like Gaipa, who went on to get degrees that they don't necessarily get to use. I don't think they should be ashamed of the lives they've built.

I like that Wen and Gaipa never turned nasty with each other over Jim.

This party was so sweet. Saleng is being that cousin again. Li Ming taught Heart how to cut chicken. Wen made fuck-me eyes at Jim. Jim basked in the warmth of his little family.

I like how double-speak is a constant character trait of Alan's.

Heart's mom is really trying. I'm glad they told her about the school Heart wants to attend.

Heart and Li Ming are so adorable that it almost hurts. Fourth is all about kissing the homies.

I see Earth and Fourth aren't just gonna give me a break. "When did you know yourself?" is really the question. I don't mind Li Ming not answering, but the way he answers tells me he always knew about his uncle and chose to live with him because he didn't want to figure himself out with anyone else. I'm so glad Jim reiterated that there's nothing wrong with him, even as Li Ming gives the kid answer that getting money is more important.

That hug from behind? I think that was inspired by all of the GMMTV actors hugging Aof that way. Gosh, Fourth is really a special talent.

Big fan of this last minute complication in Wen's promotion.

The "Welcome Back Foam Fest" shirt is foreshadowing Tinn's fantasy in My School President.

First and Khaotung are so powerful. They sailed an entire ship in two scenes.

Kinda like the idea of Jim with a food truck.

Oh, I'm crying because of Mark Pakin again. Leng got the necklace back, and is working well enough that Praew can focus on carrying for their son, Jason.

Jim took Wen to meet his sister's new family and called him boyfriend. Wen is giddy in his seat over it.

I said this earlier, but Lookwa and Fourth work so well together. I like how she immediately tried to use sign to thank Heart. You can see her making the decision to get the money for Li Ming to go with Heart to America.

They really did the thing with Heart and Li Ming. I see why GMMTV greenlit them for Our Skyy 2 even before My School President released.

I really love how Aof's compassion and empathy infuses his characters. Yes, Jam was not a good mother to Li Ming, but she's trying to do right by him now. Life is the future, and she's doing what she can now to help Li Ming the way he wants to be helped.

They saw the shift in demeanor when Li Ming stopped being so angry and knew that Fourth and Gemini could carry a show.

I really love Alan joining their little family at the end here. Of course Saleng is going to tease Gaipa. I also like that Wen is learning sign language as well. What a beautiful final shot.

What a pleasant epilogue. Loved the metaphor about there being nothing wrong with the DVD, and rather it just being the player. You are still capable of love. You just need to try a different player.

Final Verdict: 10, Must Watch. This was Aof's best work so far with his best cast. This show managed all of its threads flawlessly without a single missed beat. Everyone is dialed in the entire time to tell a story about the families we build and the love we bring to our communities. In so many ways this feels like Aof in conversation with Boss from I Told Sunset About You. I have such high hopes for the future of queer storytelling out of Thailand after the last week.

[mimilind]

A Magical Classmate - Part 8

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 3500

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Draco and you start dating for real. When he meets an old friend, part of his burdens may be lifted from his shoulders.

8. A Wizard and a Muggle

After Draco made up his mind, it was like turning a switch. He changed from morose to cheerful, and after many more sweet kisses he asked you to follow him home. 

Unlike the last time you were in his apartment, now there was no need for him to hide anything from you. He showed you how he used spells for everything from cooking to cleaning his teeth, and some of his wizard equipment too. He had a clock with strange numbers and symbols, and several sets of black robes which you recognized from the Halloween party.

“No wonder you didn’t know how to use electrical stuff when there are so many spells. And how sly to dress like your real self for Halloween!”

He smirked. “I thought it was a brilliant idea.”

Next he pulled out a photo album where each image moved. Most of them pictured a chubby toddler smiling toothlessly into the camera.

“You were such a cute baby.”

“Really? I think I was ugly. Look, I had no hair at all.” He traced an image with his finger, where baby-Draco was riding a broomstick across a neat lawn. “Flying is what I miss most from my old world; there is this sport we have, where we use broomsticks and different balls and I was rather good at it.” He absent-mindedly rubbed the callouses in his palm. Perhaps he had gotten them from gripping the broom handle.

In the next picture a handsome man with long, platinum hair was posing in a chair, his lips curled in a contemptuous smile. The likeness with Draco was striking, apart from the arrogant expression. It could only be his deceased father. 

Draco frowned and turned the page.

Another photo showed a beautiful woman at a concert piano, her fingers dancing soundlessly over the keys. 

Draco’s frown disappeared and instead he looked sad. “That’s my mum. She taught me how to play.” He nodded at his own piano.

“Do you miss her?”

“Sometimes.” He shut the album closed and put it back. “Want to see my potions? I made most of them myself.”

He had rows of bottles with labels in his neat handwriting. You examined one marked ‘dreamless sleep’. “I can see now why you like chemistry.” 

“The subject has many similarities, yes.” He took the bottle from you and put it back. “I don’t think I will need this tonight.” He gave you a small kiss on the cheek. “I’m glad you came. I always hated sleeping alone.”

“Same.”

His words reminded you of how late it had become. With everything that had happened you weren’t sleepy at all.

“Shall I put out an extra mattress or will we share my bed?” Then he quickly added: “I meant for sleeping, not…” His voice trailed off and his cheeks colored rather cutely.

“We can share.” You were secretly relieved he had no other expectations; you didn’t think it a good idea to rush it and sleep with a guy on the first real date.

Preparing for the night together with Draco was very different this time. Now you were sober, and had all the things he told you still fresh in your mind. When he undressed and exposed his tattoo you now knew the meaning of it, and though the sight of him in a tank top still gave you butterflies, it also reminded you of his dark past.

It felt a bit awkward and embarrassing to take off your pants and socks in front of him, but that disappeared when you slid under the comforter and was met by Draco’s warmth and now familiar scent. You edged close and pressed your nose against the crook of his neck, and he put his arm around you, softly stroking your back over your t-shirt.

Despite the late hour, neither of you were tired. Protected by darkness you talked, sharing more about yourselves; childhood memories; hopes and fears; personal things you had never told anyone before. 

When you could think of nothing more to say, you started kissing again. Lengthy, intimate kisses, so gentle and soft your heart swelled with fondness. 

After a while the kisses changed, becoming more intense. Draco raised himself on his elbow, leaning over you to deepen the kiss, slipping a hand under your t-shirt to caress your bare skin. 

You responded with the same eagerness, mimicking his movements. When you explored his broad shoulders and hard, flat chest, and felt his heated skin against your fingertips, new emotions stirred in you.

Draco drew back first. “Maybe we should sleep,” he mumbled breathlessly. “It’s already past sunrise.”

You willed your heart to slow its pace, glancing at the windows where a faint light spilled in. Seagulls squeaked outside, a common sound around dawn in this city. You estimated it was three or four in the morning. 

“Sure. But this time of year it’s always past sunrise.” You gave him a last, sweet kiss. “Good morning then, and sleep well!”

“Good morning,” he replied with laughter in his voice, looking adorable with mussed hair and chapped lips from all the kissing. 

Not long afterwards you fell asleep in his arms with a smile lingering on your face.

You were surprised with how easy it was to get used to dating Draco. How his magic became part of your everyday life in the same way as his company grew familiar and comfortable. It soon felt completely natural to let him warm and dry you with charms after a cold swim, or eat a meal he used spells to cook. When you had a headache you swallowed a potion rather than medicine, and if you wanted to get somewhere it was very practical to ask Draco to apparate you instead of taking the bus, even with the nausea you got from the teleportation.

Draco adapted to you in a similar way. Under your influence, he learned to dress like a muggle and how to use all the electrical appliances in a normal home. He bought a TV, a mobile phone and a Playstation, and no longer had to be bored when alone in his home. Not that he was alone much; the two of you alternated between staying at your apartment and his, and you rarely spent a night on your own.

This day was warm and sunny; Sweden was showing its best side. You were at a beach not far from the city with Catrine, Andreas, Martin, and Martin’s boyfriend.

Draco lay stretched out on his back on a patch of grass between the bare, smooth cliffs, closing his eyes against the sun. He wore only swimming trunks and had used a spell to hide the Dark Mark; it was apparently a bit of a hassle to keep up which was why he normally preferred long sleeves.

You took the opportunity to admire his body, rare as it was to see him shirtless outdoors. You found him especially attractive now, in an adorably scruffy way; his hair disarrayed and damp from bathing and his jaw covered in stubble, and a healthy tan contrasting with a scatter of fair hairs on his chest and stomach that continued in a thin line down to his trunks. The sunshine painted his ripped torso golden and the mesmerizing sight gave you flutters. 

Suddenly you wished you were alone at the beach.

He opened his eyes. “I’ve been counting back. We’ve dated for two months today.”

Catrine made two thumbs up. “Yay! This calls for a party.”

“Why not? You’re all welcome to my place tonight, then.”

It became a wild, but fun party. The morning after you were tidying away empty bottles and scores of burst, heart-shaped balloons (a gift from Martin), feeling perfectly well thanks to a dose of one of Draco’s amazing potions, when he came out of his lab looking slightly concerned. “This was the last batch; from now on we’ll have to resort to muggle medicine.”

“Can’t you buy more?”

“No, I can only get the ingredients from a wizard apothecary and if I show up in the magical community my cover will be blown.” He sighed. “I wish I had polyjuice potion; then I could have gone there looking like someone else. As of now, I’ll just have to make do without potions.”

You didn’t like the sound of that at all; you had gotten too used to his potions to give them up. 

You pondered over it for a few moments. “What if you use that concealing spell? You could go to the apothecary and take it off long enough to buy what you need.”

“Hmm. I doubt any shop owners in this country know me by sight… it might just work.” A pleased smile broke out on his lips. “I could buy more glassware as well, and a new cauldron.”

“Can I come too? I’d love to see a part of your world.”

He firmly shook his head. “No. Too risky.”

By now, however, you had become an expert persuader, and Draco clearly had a weak spot when it came to obliging you. It didn’t take long for him to budge.

“Alright then,” he acceded in mock exasperation. “You’re too curious for your own good.”

Draco chose an early Saturday morning for your visit since he figured the place would be basically empty at that hour. He apparated you to the entrance, which was located downtown in an underground garage. When you arrived, fighting your usual nausea from such transportation, a sickening smell of stale urine worsened your condition.

“I had imagined it to be a bit more stylish,” you said, covering your nose.

“Wait to judge until you see what’s on the other side.” He went over to one of the walls and stood in front of a spot that appeared no different from the rest of the whitish-gray surface. Using his wand, he tapped a pattern.

“There; it’s open.” He took your hand. “You need to trust me for the next part.”

“Always.”

“Then close your eyes.”

You closed them only partly; you didn’t want to miss what would happen, but when he commenced to lead you through the wall they squeezed shut by their own volition at the last moment.

You opened them again at the other side – widely. “Oh my God,” you breathed.

Entering the Swedish wizard shopping area felt like being transported back in time at least a century. The buildings were quaintly mismatched, with pillars, turrets, and decorative trim, and the street was paved with uneven cobblestones. 

“Welcome to Trollstavenyn. Pretty neat, eh?”

Under the disillusionment charm, and a silencing spell to hide your voices, Draco could show you around, explaining what was in the shops, and you gaped at everything with excited awe.

“Amazing. I wish we could go into them all and look more closely.” You pressed your nose against a window with an assortment of animals inside. 

“We’d better not.” He took your hand again. “Let’s shop for potion ingredients now. I’ll need to remove the muffliato charm so remember to keep very quiet.”

The apothecary was even more intriguing than the other shops you had passed. On the crowded shelves you saw jars and bottles of everything imaginable, from powdered spiderweb to unicorn lashes soaked in rum. 

Draco pointed his staff to himself, turning visible again, and walked up to the counter where an elderly witch was labeling glass bottles. “God morgon,” he greeted in Swedish. “I need some ingredients.” He handed her a list. 

He was waiting as she packed his purchases into a bag when the doorbell rang and a beautiful witch entered. Unruly curls cascaded down her back almost to her waist.

“Draco?”

You went cold. Oh no! This was exactly what he had feared. To be recognized. Would he have to move away now? You couldn’t stand the thought of losing him!

On hearing the witch’s voice, Draco’s frame grew rigid, his features undergoing a strange transformation from neutral to haughty. 

He slowly turned around with a contemptuous sneer on his lips. “Why, if it isn’t Granger,” he drawled.

She closed the distance in two long steps, looking genuinely delighted. “I can’t believe I found you of all people, here, in this small town! Where have you been these years? How have you been? You just disappeared. Everyone wonders what happened to you. And your mum… I used to work with her and even she doesn’t know where you are.”

His sneer immediately disappeared. “Mum… works?”

“Yes, can you believe it? But she’s changed. A lot.”

“Is she, uh… well?” His voice was neutral but his face betrayed his coiled tension.

“She’s worried about you. And misses you, of course.”

“Oh.”

The look on Draco’s face wrought your heart. You slipped your hand in his, squeezing it. 

The witch narrowed her eyes. “Is someone there?” She looked vaguely in your direction and you held your breath, keeping as still as you could.

Draco frowned. “I have to go.”

“Wait… It’s been so long. Can we talk over a butterbeer or something? I want to put your mum at ease. Please.”

You squeezed his hand again, looking at him encouragingly. His cover was already blown; he might as well talk to her and find out more about his mother. You knew he missed her too and regretted he had had to leave. Whenever the topic of parents came up, he would grow rigid with repressed emotions.

“Alright then,” he muttered.

As the witch led the way to a nearby inn, you were dying to ask Draco about her. Was she one of the kids he had mentioned who would pretend to be his friend because they envied him? Or was she one of those he had bullied? But if so, she wouldn’t have looked so glad to see him…

The inn was small and cozy, with wood paneling and a merry fire burning in the fireplace despite the warmth of summer. Draco and the witch received their drinks, and you eyed them curiously. They smelled sweet, like toffee. Maybe you could try one too after the witch had left. 

The witch sipped her butterbeer. “I still can’t believe I chanced to meet you. I’m only here for a brief visit to learn about the Swedish Short-Snout dragon’s healing properties. For my research.”

“You study healing, then?”

“Yes, and soon finished, too. This research is for my final thesis.” She continued talking, first about her studies, then mentioning several names, relating what they did now and who dated whom – small talk, that you had a hunch was mostly meant to make Draco at ease. 

When she was done, a silence ensued. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to take another sip but the bottle was empty. 

“Draco…” She leaned across the table, becoming serious. “I’ve been meaning to thank you, but you disappeared so soon after the war there was never an opportunity.”

He blinked. “Thank me?”

“For not turning us over to… him. That time in your manor. We were caught, and I know you recognized us, but you said you weren't sure who we were. You saved our lives.”

“Oh.” He shifted his stance again. “Well, then we’re even, I guess… You guys saved my life in the war too.”

“Have you been in Sweden all the time since it ended?”

He shook his head. “I went to South Africa first, to a sanctuary for magical creatures. I, uh… volunteered, actually. After Dad died, I just wanted to get away from everything. Get a fresh start.” He looked at his empty bottle, twirling it in his hands. “It didn’t work too well, as it were; as soon as people heard I was British I’d get questions about the war. All the questions I didn’t want to answer… Then I figured with my looks I might pass as a Swede and moved here instead. Unfortunately the language was complicated as hell so I thought ‘screw it, I can’t pretend to be from here’, and joined a muggle university as an exchange student.”

“A muggle university? You live among muggles?” The witch’s eyebrows rose so high they disappeared under her curly bangs.

“I know; ironic, isn’t it? I thought it would be the last place anyone would look… But, getting to know some muggles, I found that… It became more than just a hiding place.” He glanced at you. “I’ve made friends here.”

”There is someone there! I knew it.” Her piercing eyes brushed over you again. ”You can show yourself; I don’t bite.”

Draco and you exchanged gazes and you nodded your head. He could reveal you; the room was empty and your table wasn’t visible to the innkeeper. And you didn’t think this woman was a threat. 

He touched you with his staff.

The witch gaped at you. “You brought a muggle with you? You really have changed, Draco… I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.” She stretched out her hand. “I’m Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you.”

You recognized the name; she was one of the three who had been Draco’s chief adversaries at school. He had recounted to you many of his past squabbles with the trio, sometimes with amusement when he described the more harmless pranks he had put them through, other times with obvious guilt over his behavior. 

That considered, you were surprised Hermione acted so friendly. You didn’t think the warmth was feigned.

“I suppose I have changed, yes,” he said. “It’s been liberating to be an unknown nobody. And to do some good.”

Hermione smiled. “You’re so much like your mum. She’s a volunteer at St Mungos Hospital and works with patients who were injured in the war. She feels guilty for being part of the side who did that to them.”

He looked thoughtful at that.

“Can I tell her about you? I don’t want to expose you if you don’t want to.”

Again you were baffled over the kindness and consideration of this woman. If she kept his secret Draco wouldn’t have to leave you after all. Relief filled you.

Draco seemed to have similar thoughts. He met Hermione’s eyes for the first time, replying with gratitude in his voice. “You can tell her I’m well and that I’m happy, but please don’t give away that you know where I live… you can say we met at Gringotts or something, and I didn’t give you the details.”

“Alright, I will.” She rose. “Can I send you an owl the next time I’m in the vicinity? I’d love to keep in touch. If it’s alright with you, of course.”

“Sure.” He suddenly blushed, dropping his gaze again. “Hermione… For what it’s worth. I’m sorry for everything… I was a jerk. I don’t deserve your kindness, really.”

”Think no more of it. And I’m sorry too; my friends and I could be a bit harsh at times. Everything was either black or white when we were kids. But we all grew up, thankfully.”

“Surprisingly, we did.” he smiled wryly. “If you see Potter, tell him I still think he’s a twat but that I’m sorry.”

She grinned. “I will. But you should tell him yourself or he won’t believe me.”

When she had gone, Draco renewed the charm that hid you, and bought another couple of drinks, handing one to you. It tasted like it smelled, sweet and syrupy.

“Well, that was awkward,” he said.

“She seems nice. And you did well; apologizing like that was brave. I’m proud of you.”

“I’m honestly a bit proud too.”

“Will you go see your mother?”

He looked thoughtful. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder and he put his arms around you.

“I support whatever you decide.” 

Draco was silent and brooding the rest of that day. In the evening when you lay in his bed, he kissed you with unusual tenderness. Like the first time. 

“I’m so grateful for this. For you, for my friends… I’m a lucky bastard.”

“You deserve it.”

“I disagree.”

“No, you really do. You saw what kind of person you were and left him behind together with the rest of your old life. You became a new, better you. After giving so much up, you deserve everything good coming your way. You deserve friends. You deserve forgiveness.” You looked deep into his eyes. “You deserve love.”

He replied with a long kiss, overflowing with feelings.

You responded, and then gently pushed him onto his back. You kissed a trail down his neck, and each of his many tiny scars and nicks from hexes thrown on him in the war, and then the faded Dark Mark. Showing him how none of his past mattered. 

“I love you,” he mumbled thickly.

Your chest filled with warmth at hearing those words for the first time. “I love you too.”

When you started to doze off in his arms a long while later, you felt happier than you thought possible. Draco loved you. Even if he decided to return to his own world you were certain he would take you with him now. 

You also felt hope for him, for a happier future. Hermione’s visit had shown him he wasn’t as hated as he had thought. He would get closure eventually. A chance to make everything right again. 

He deserved that.

A/N:

I'm leaving it open whether Draco returns to live in the wizarding world or stays in the muggle one. But you, Reader, will be at his side, no matter what. :)

Thanks for reading, and don't hesitate to comment! I always love to hear from you and what you think about the story.

Note: The wizard town Trollstavenyn is a pun, “trollstaven” = the magic wand, and “Avenyn” is a famous Gothenburg street. :) My husband made up the name for me, so I assume it’s peak dad humor. XD

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[waitmyturtles]

Oh my EFF, where DO I START. Moonlight Chicken, episode 7 thoughts and impressions. But first, a question for the family:

Did any of you notice the filming style slightly change during the condo/living room scene with Jim and Wen (after Jim put on the chicken shirt), and the second scene with Jam and Li Ming, when they’re eating the ginger stir-fry? In both scenes, I noticed that the camera pans were a bit more fast/jerky between characters, and that Jim and Jam (#jimjam) were filmed from the chest up. I wish I knew more about cinematography, but it seemed to me that the other shots throughout the show were wider and taller. I don’t know if this means anything to anyone, but if it does, I would love to hear thoughts on it. I feel like the shooting style gave those scenes some kind of different old-school flavor. 

1) JUST GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH WHY IS THIS SHOW SO GOOD. Sorry for the yelling, but now I know, I KNOW, full-bodied, there is no way one post is enough for each of these episodes, so just expect a whole freaking unspooling over the weekend. ANYWAY. I’ll try to organize the quick thoughts first, then the deep thoughts.

2) Just get First and Khao together again already! They can’t help their chemistry to be ridiculously great. AND HOW GOOD IS FIRST. HOW GOOD IS HE. Just knowing when to fume just slightly, when to pull back for the sake of a scene. AND HOW GOOD IS KHAOTUNG. God. His crying! It took me OUT. Tears over here, streaming tears.

3) Speaking of hearts aching, I cried not only during the funeral scene because of Khao, but because I love this now-repeating motif that Aof uses of bringing a song that’s sung in the show as music for the background of the show, à la Bad Buddy. To think of every step of art to weave into a drama to keep you fully connected -- it’s really beautiful to me.

4) Mark/Leng with his UCLA jacket, what up, Cali, cute cute. (By the way, I’m missing View/Praew. She was incredible in 10 Years Ticket, and I think she could have lent her brilliance to MC. I’m going to add The Shipper to my list for First/Ohm/View.)

5) The continued motif of showing the cast participating in time-honored spiritual rituals. As sad as it sounds, I love funeral scenes and the way a temple brings together a community. Even Wen working at the temple -- it’s very real (at least at the Indian/Asian funerals I saw as a kid) to basically have a lot of the funeral feel like a community get-together.

6) Heart joining Li Ming to hand out drinks at the temple just messed me up. It messed me up good. When the young adults automatically help out at events without being told by their parents. It means a lot in Asian societies. 

7) Deeper thoughts. @wen-kexing-apologist hit on this in their BEAUTIFUL POST about the show being centered on parent-child relationships. There’s a lot here in this episode, I may not get to it all. 

Here’s how I’d break it down (and this post by @justafriend-ql covers so much so well):

a) Jam comes back after years of not seeing Li Ming b) Li Ming is OBLIGATED, by UNSPOKEN CULTURAL RULES, to continue to respect her as a parent c) Li Ming, clearly, wants fucking none of it d) Li Ming/Fourth EMANATES distaste for what he’s dealing with  e) Li Ming STILL has to control himself around his mom who moved him aside to live her life f) He has to ALSO DEAL with his uncle, who (yes, hypocritically) (but also hypothetically) asks him why he’s gay g) So Li Ming has to also deal with his uncle’s internalized homophobia and old-fashioned views on gays in society, which may very well arise in part from his upbringing in rural Isaan h) Jim has to also deal with his sister’s guilt over not having been a mom, and her trying to sort of half-heartedly show up (until the last scene with them, which I think was meant as a symbol that there might be healing happening among the three), and i) Jim beginning to see Li Ming for the adult that he is becoming.

@justafriend-ql covered in their two posts about Li Ming the sheer SIMMERING, the shimmering ANGER that Fourth portrayed, and I felt @wen-kexing-apologist​’s  pain in my bones when I watched those scenes.

So much of what I am loving about Aof’s work as I enjoy my ride through his oeuvre is this family dissection -- the microscopic examination of the painful aftereffects of holistic filial piety (COUGH Bad Buddy) -- and I can never say enough how important his family art work is to Asian audiences. When I see these scenes of young adults holding themselves back with every iota of their energy to not JUMP KICK their parents when they’re acting stupid -- man, I feel that so hard. 

Jam coming back and asking for Li Ming is just lame, and we all know it, and Li Ming knows it. And yet, he is BOUND by CULTURAL PRACTICE -- cultural rules that even JIM REFERENCES -- to need to hold back and respect his mother, because that’s what Thai cultural boundaries demand. So I agree with @justafriend-ql that what Fourth radiated was beyond brilliant. As a viewer, I really want to see Li Ming’s gates open and to see him rage, because my inner child wants to rage right along with him.

But that night scene with Jim and Li Ming, man. 

I think this bit of this scene is what ended up helping Jim to relax, and to see Li Ming as an adult. 

I am loving how Jim is written. The constant, CONSTANT pull between old values and new. This scene so beautifully depicted Jim in that balancing struggle. 

Li Ming is just pulling Jim along to the light of the future, as children/young adults do. Li Ming NEEDS his uncle to see HIMSELF (Jim) in Li Ming. And I think that’s what’s happening, in part, in this scene. Jim sees that Li Ming CAN understand how complicated the world is around him. Jim SEES that Li Ming is a CRITICAL THINKER.

Jim has been a solo parent for so long. He’s worried about his kid. They’re poor. His kid’s gay. Jim’s worried about his kid being poor and gay. Jim expresses it, at first, in an old-fashioned, shouting, angry way. Jim accidentally outs Li Ming to Jam.

And then. The two guys -- the guys -- sit with each other, rest and wash in the process of mourning an important member in the community. Jim tries to hear Li Ming at Li Ming’s level. And Jim finds that he can hear. 

And maybe, even, Jim is beginning to learn that he can transcend those old-fashioned values -- those UNSPOKEN CULTURAL RULES that still bind much of Li Ming’s behavior towards his mother -- to be a model for Li Ming, AND TO HIMSELF, to live a hopefully more fulfilling life. (I think that might be what’s happening, in part, with the cancellation of the diner’s lease at the end of the episode -- but the preview for the finale has me wondering if I’m right.)

8) I don’t know how much I have left, but I took these screenshots to also talk about Jim’s internalized homophobia. I think I’ve covered it already in my Li Ming analysis, but come AWN, just look at this SASS BUCKET OVER HERE:

I took these to confirm that Jim was “just being a dad” (ugh) in the moment of him yelling at Li Ming, but I think Jim redeemed himself with that night chat with Li Ming. So I’m just gonna leave these screenshots here BECAUSE COULD WEN/MIX BE ANY MORE SASSY?

I’m already missing these guys. I need Our Skyy 2 REALLY SOON. 

I’m gonna need a lot of sleep tonight to manage tomorrow.

[currymuncherxxx0]

Obey me demon brothers with a Chav! Mc

Okay so this hc is gonna be comedy lol. Its the obey me brothers with an mc who is such a chav. A chav is basically a very popular British girl in British schools or anywhere it doesn't have be in school lol. If you're British you'll understand lmao. #chav

As you arrived in devildom you had a very salty look on your face. Your fake lashes falling off, your face looking disgusted and your orange foundation and dark contour stands out.

Lucifer: Lucifer will obviously be very annoyed and irritated. This human causes more chaos than mammon himself. She's too loud and petty. And not to forget, the litres of Victoria's secret perfume sprayed on herself and in her room. It killed his airways. Lucifer comes to her to scold her about spraying too much perfume in the house of lamentation until she replies "Oh my god bruv, it actually bare stinks in this room yeah, you lot need to know what hygiene is." With that, Lucifer got frustrated. "MC! DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU CONTINUE TO SPRAY PERFUME IN THE HOUSE??! IT WILL DAMAGE THE AIR!!" "Okay and, I don't care fam. It still smells like clapped pussios." Lucifer gets more confused now. More and more confused. He don't know a single thing about British slang. But as time went on, the MC and lucifer did have a love hate relationship. In fact, Lucifer even wanted to visit London with MC.

Mammon: Being the second born tsundere, Mammon is obviously gonna be like, "Oi, I don't like ya, MC!" and then he blushes. But when the MC is like, "Okay and? You keep staring at me like a bare madman still. You're clapped anyways." Mammon got more confused. What is clapped? As soon as he finds out what it actually means, Mammon starts sobbing into his pillows every day and night. Although Mammon was an idiot, he was never insulted by someone he loved. Since all of his brothers treated him like shit and insulted him badly. He had to cope with that trauma. A few weeks later, the MC realises how much she's hurt his feelings. "Look bruv. I'm sorry, okay? Look, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings still. It's just that I grew up having to be a salty skept. Forgive me still." With that, Mammon is a bit skeptical but forgives mc. The next time any roadman try to shank MC up, Mammon is here with her in his demon form. And if any girl tries to steal Mammon away from the MC, MC will smoke them still.

Leviathan: Now we all know that Levi is always in his room, watching some random h3nt@1 shit or playing video games. And he probably didn't shower for weeks. And because of that, MC does laugh at him. "Oi you man. What the fuck did you do with your hair, why does it look like some purple bowl? Are you Justin Bieber on crack mate? You're butters! Take a shower as well, fam." With that, Levi was just like "w-well you're obviously not gonna l-like a-an o-otaku like m-me." I swear, this guy gives pick me boy vibes. But the second that Levi takes off his shirt and his toned, outlined 6 pack and chest is showing, the MC is more confused now and also intrigued. "O-oi, MC, s-stop l-looking at me!" "Alai, you're actually so fit icl. You're leng. Since when did you have a chocolate bar shaped body when you're in that prison all day just busting shit?? You're tasty, bruv." And with that, the two of them have hate love relationships again. Levi swears to protect the MC from the opps. And MC swears to scrap anyone who even steals her bf away.

Satan: Well, Satan does has anger and daddy issues. So don't fuck with him or else you'll get smoked by him innit. "Oi, you! Yeah you, you yeah! You look like Cat Noir from poundland still." With that, Satan gets angry. "Well at least I'm smarter than you, kid." He's a bit angry. "You're calling big man a kid?? Nah. I'm a big man, pussio. I'll chef you and your dad up, wait you have daddy issues lololol" Satan has turned intona green flash and then into his demon form. "WTF DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, B***!! ILL FUCKNG BREAK YOUR NECK!!" Satan was destroying everything around him now. "Okay okay fam, calm down fam. No need to act mental and that, get a grip mate. Sorry fam. Geez, you're so sensitive blud." Throughout time, they're still enemies. Yeah.

Asmodeus: Asmo is gonna be the one that the MC hates the most. MC thinks that he's too feminine as a man. As Asmo applies a heavy amount of foundation, concealer, contour, blusher, face powder, glittery pink, orange and yellow eyeshadow, thick eyeliner, long long false lashes, highlighter, bronzer and purple lipstick, MC just looks at him, weirdly. "What the fuck are you doing, bruv? You look bare zesty." Asmo does not know a single thing about British slang so instead he says this. "Oh, sorry for stating the facts that I'm beautiful hun. You're just jealous that I can blend my contour and concealer better than you, you just look more orange than Donald trump, your crusty musty looking concealer lips." MC gets angry. "Oi, what the fuck did you just say to me, bruv?? Do you wanna scrap?? I'll smoke you fam, don't fuck with me innit." Asmo isn't scared at all. "Well try and do that, love. You won't be able to walk the next day, hun~~~ 😏" of course he's gonna be some horny ass mf.

Beelzebub: Tbh, I think MC would kind of get along with Beel. Yes, she would find it irritating that beel eats the whole fridge but still. I have a feeling tha MC would actually have a crush on Beel. "Oi, Ed Sheeran looking man! Yeah you! You're leng still! You look fit! Man eats the whole fridge and still has bare tits and biceps." And yeah, MC and beel just have a nice friendship. As time went on, Beel smoked more oops and roadmen who touched MC and MC scrapped any chav that would lay a finger on her bodybuilder bf.

Sorry I didn't add belphie, I'll try to do that in the next part 😭

[anotherblblog]

Cheating McChicken Episode 4 thoughts

this week was all about set up and the problems 

I really like this double episode a week format 

the li ming heart opening is def one of the cutest openings I’ve seen

gemini and fourth really make magic together

going from li ming heart to wen and alan, oof the anti-parallels couldn’t be more obvious. nascent uwu lovey dovey baby gays to the love has gone sour “near 30s” gays 

Wen might not be technically cheating but he ain’t playing fair me thinks

oof at Jim sneaking through li ming’s stuff, this won’t be an easy reconciliation between them 

lol at this show finding another way to get Fourth’s shirt off but I love heart insisting on making li ming wear the cute pink shirt

and another Wen centered anti-parallel with the coloring and vibe of him in that shirt with Jim and Alan

and also Wen finding a way for Jim to take his shirt off lmao

“I’m almost 30″ sure Mix, sure

Alan: “love shoulda brought you home”

poor Gaipa

Alan and the kill bill theme playing in the bank 

sighhhhhhhh, I really like Gaipa’s mom, but it does seem the plot reaper might be hovering over her :{

Li Ming breathes teenage rebel vibes so I was expecting a sneak out and I’m glad it was for something meaningful like a deaf mass 

and the cheating mcchickens come home to roost

honestly, I was laughing at this confrontation scene and the “oops” Wen was giving 

“Did you sleep with him” “within the first hour I met him”

so sad that Leng had to pawn the necklace but I saw that coming

and the sad montage of these folk’s lives and their hardships

big sad 

I had guessed there would be an angry scene with Heart’s parents but I didn’t guess a driving accident would be the cause of it

[astorythatwritesitself]

canvas and formal for Adrian, armor for Samus!

Canvas: BOY HOWDY - so prior to Lazarus, Adrian was missing her left ear and had a gnarly seam of a scar running from about the earlobe down the back left side of her neck, and a lot of little pockmarks on her face & rest of her body - fun times with thresher acid :'D (also some scarring along her respiratory tract, but not as visible). Prominent slash across her face from a pirate raid as well, and a lot of little cuts, burns, and other injuries from general soldier activity. On the whole, she only covered the scars from Akuze - she let her hair grow out and wore it long and loose to hide her ear and neck, and went clean-shaven to make the facial scars less obvious (since they left some very clear bald patches). There were also a few surgical scars - top & hysterectomy - that by nature of location usually weren't seen lol. She also had a tattoo on one leg - a stylized thresher maw winding around the calf and the top of her foot, the body segments done with the names of the marines lost under her command.

Post Lazarus - She gains a prominent burn over her left eye (lost the eyebrow for a while - and it grew back in white & stayed that way for about a year and a half from the damage), another splash from thresher acid that's mostly restricted to her neck and chest, and a lot of smaller ones through the event of ME2; 3 sees a deep slash from a Banshee's claws, a nasty cut from tangling with Kai Leng, and possibly losing an eye to Crucible fallout.

Formal: Adrian enjoys how she looks in her dress blues (and naturally goes for those during official Alliance events), but Kasumi awakens something in her and maybe thane with the heist getup - black is very much her color, it's a good cut, and she absolutely takes it to get a proper tailoring afterwards. She very much does shift her look based on event though - like, dinner out somewhere halfway nice does see her ditch the hoodie for a button up shirt at least xD

Armor: Sam's a Vanguard, so she needs something sturdy as fuck - in particular, she's a fan of Colossus armor, both for its durability and striking design xD It's well-kept in the sense that she makes sure it's clean and in decent repair, but she uh. She wears it the fuck out and has gone through a couple sets; a long-running joke among her fellow soldiers is that her pay goes straight to Kassa Fabrications and they just send her a new set every like, six months.

[schrodingers-hoarding-problem]

Moonlight Chicken Ep. 3

yes this did take me days to get through, in my defense in that time period I flew across an ocean and had a time zone change of 16 hours

anyways onto the episode!

I am very happy with how they dealt with the angst and possible misunderstandings of wen's job vs jim's restaurant, cause yeah ofc his anger made sense but also its not exactly wen's fault (also I am just a very big fan of wrapping up issues within the episode they start, I don't need drawn out drama and loose ends ok)

that flashback with jim's ex? oof that was painful but hey it gave us wen's line about how love has no gender so im ok

li ming's struggle with his feeling of powerlessness in determining his own future was very well done but also opened the door to a little self-psychoanalyzing (which I don't have the time to get into but something about well written teen characters is so cathartic to me)

but also him wearing a sesame street shirt while talking to wen killed me

praew (pls tell me I spelled that right) is an icon and I love her, her and leng are adorable and hilarious

ofc heart & li ming were adorable this whole episode. from that chin thing and heart doing what I described in my notes as "the thing from the end of dino’s snapshoot rap" because I literally don't know any other way of describing it, and then their little float and the sleepover(?) that I was not expecting. love it all, they are my favorites and ngl I kinda wish I could be friends with gemini & fourth

I also loved the familial relationships we got to see this episode? ofc gaipa and his mom are so sweet, I love how comfortable they are. but then wen and his step(?)dad were an unexpected treat. I was not expecting him to be so supportive and sweet, but I love how close they are especially given that he's not wen's bio dad. we love representation of unconventional families

also sidenote this episode made me wish I had a wen in my life. like im around the age of li ming and their relationship really has me wanting an older figure to give advice and everything, you know?

OH ALSO I can't believe I almost forgot but FIRST!!!!!! finally he is here but damn that intro with the lighting and music was so foreboding

[brie8384]

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[sonofshin]

As he traveld through the mountains he was wearing a light grey hooded trench coat and pants, a white t-shirt, and also white and grey shoes. He also had a silver chain necklace around his neck, the pendant a three pronged crown that was half white and black. However the trench coat was zipped up and with his hood up all that can be seen was a black void.

Leng Yun, standing in the freezing temperatures with bare shoulders, exposed toes, and a thin few layers of clothes, looked at the black figure. It stuck out quite a bit against the white of the snow. Even with the whirling white, it was not easy to miss such a sight.

Who was it, a mushi master? A wanderer? Someone who had gotten lost in the blizzard? Eh, they didn't seem too bothered by the cold, so they were probably out here with a purpose, most likely near enough to a shelter that they didn't need to carry around a tent and supplies.

And so, Leng Yun went back to what he was doing, not minding the traveler. If they knew what they were doing, who was Leng Yun to try and interrupt them. Hah, perhaps they would come knocking on the school's door. Wouldn't that be a funny surprise.

In the meantime, as Leng Yun smiled to himself, he continued to try and see what spirits had decided to chase away the animals that normally hibernated here.

[luvsersi]

Late nights

Steven Grant x fem!reader

A/n: bold italics means Marc is talking (: i actually kinda like this. also missed u guys.

Summary: You live on the same floor as Steven and he accidentally wakes you up.

Warnings: very very slight swearing

Word count: 668

“Alright mate you can do it! It’s okay!” Steven said to himself looking in the mirror. He was trying to keep himself awake because he didn’t want Marc to take over, and figured he might as well try to talk to his neighbor. His really pretty neighbor. And he was kind of hoping the talking would lead to him asking you out on a date.

“Can you though?” Marc teased him from the mirror.

“Shut up please. You’re making me more nervous than I already am.”

Steven adjusted his shirt and somewhat tried to tame his curly hair. The only thing he wasn’t aware of was the fact that it was 3am and other people were asleep at this time. Other people also meaning you. Marc knew damn well what time it was and he was well aware of the fact that you were probably asleep. He just wanted Steven to embarrass himself as revenge for not letting him take control of the body.

“I look fine, yeah?” Steven asked Marc looking at himself in the mirror.

“Meh”

He chose to ignore Marc’s comment and went out the door. His palms were sweaty as he walked down the hall. You lived in the end of the hall and your apartment was the one that was most far away from the elevator.

“Do I knock or ring the bell?” He asked mostly himself but Marc chose to answer.

“Why do you think she has a bell smart ass?”

“Yeah alright. Okay. Okay I’m going to do it.”

His hand was shaking as he pressed the button hearing little tones come from inside. No answer. He tried again. The door slowly opened and a head peeked outside. Your head peeked outside.

“Hi I’m Steve-” he blurted out but stopped mid sentence. Your hair was messy and you were wearing a simple t-shirt and some shorts. You looked like you had just woke up. And then it occurred to Steven; you had in fact just woke up!

“Oh my- blimey I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you were probably going to be asleep! Gosh I’m so sorry! I’ll just go right back to my flat. Sorry!” He stammered, his voice shaking.

He could see and hear Marc laughing from the reflection of your hallway mirror.

“Oh noo it’s fine really” You stood up straighter and opened the door so he could see you properly. You scratched your head and yawned. Steven just watched you in awe, absolutely mesmerized by you.

“So Steve did you need anything?” You asked him leaning against the door in a way making him speechless.

“I uh oh- haha. Okay wow-” he stuttered. “It’s actually Steven hah.” He poorly laughed.

“My apologies Steven.” You smiled.

“Alright so I actually wanted to ask you something.” He played a little with his fingers.

“Stop being a chicken and ask her out already!” Marc hissed from the mirror.

“Alright here we go… so Y/n would you maybe want to go out sometime?” He fiddled with his fingers. You raised your eyebrows in shock and Steven immediately regretted asking you.

“No that was stupid I’m so sorry, have a nice day- I mean night! Goodbye lovely meetin’ you!” He could see Marc rolling his eyes from your mirror.

“No actually that doesn’t sound so bad.” You smiled at him. He raised his eyebrows.

“What?” Steven wasn’t sure if he was just imagining those words coming out of your mouth.

“Steven. I’d love to go on a date with you.” You repeated yourself.

“Oh. Oh! How uh how about tomorrow? Eight?” He asked you, his head having the shade of a tomato.

You nodded. “Just make sure to come on time! I don’t want to look like a complete mess.” You laughed and pointed at yourself. Steven laughed nervously with you and you waved goodbye.

“A mess? She looked rather leng didn’t she?” He asked Marc right after you shut the door.

“Go to bed now.” He sighed and rolled his eyes.

- 💌

@vasnda

[brokehorrorfan]

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A long-sleeve shirt designed by Leng ($50) is also available for one week only. It’s pictured below.

[hydrobes]

Ayoo can we get a sub & stressed dottore x top! Female! Reader

Reader uses a 8inch dildo :) (size can be changed lmao).)

Dottore has been stressed and reader wanted to please him and get his stress out by fucking him into the her desk 😩

He submissive, breedable and bendable 😩😩

Stress relief

Pairings: Sub!dottore x top/dom!F!reader (semi-established relationship, colleagues with benefits)

Warnings: NSFW, anal penetration, cunnilingus, hand job, sex toys (dildo/strap-on), use of ropes, pet names, masochism, sadism, submission, domination, dumification, stomach bulge, orgasm denial, body worship, hickeys.

W/c: 3.3k

a/n: my first thought after reading this was ‘oh fuck yes’, thank you for sharing your thirsty idea with me Anon 🙏😩 ive attempted to make him abit bratty as he’s still an evil, evil guy and I think he’d be really into being torn between pride and pleasure~

also reader is wearing a skirt for the sake of easy story writing, I guess imagine you’re wearing a stereotypical business woman outfit; blouse, heels, pencil skirt lmao

NSFW, 18+ content below cut, MDI.

Working under the Fatui was never going to be easy. It was deadline after deadline and your work load came in the form documents and reports piling up on your desk, all needing to be signed off.

It was certainly a rare sight to see your desk void of paperwork, especially when the Harbingers were about. After all someone had to sign off all the reports that followed Childe’s misadventures and that, unfortunately, was you.

Still, all that worry and stress could be simply washed away with one filthy, secret deal you had with the notorious Harbinger Dottore.

It all started when Dottore had stormed into your office one day, demanding to know why his request for more willing test subjects hadn’t been seen to yet, and you, who had been behind on paperwork because of said doctor’s recent endeavours demanded to know where he found his audacity.

After that every meeting was a confrontation made up of choice words, various threats and plenty of challenges until eventually your displeasures began to change into something else. A carnal desire to see who would crack first, who would submit first.

At first it was a matter of pride, but eventually you both began easily seeking out each other’s company. Wether it be him creeping into your office or you sneaking away to his lab, it was all for a certain type of stress relieving gratification you both hungered from each other.

Today, much to your delight, it was Dottore who sort you out. Stressed and over worked, his agitation was obvious. He scowled at you while standing in front of your large oak desk. You, of course, were more than happy to help relieve him of his worries.

“I told you to stay still.” You clicked your tongue in annoyance, pushing Dottore down against your desk again. He braced his hands against the smooth wooden surface as his chest made contact with it.

“You want me to help, right?” You smiled softly and ran your hand down his spine. His usual coat was strewn over your chair, you drew your bottom lip into your mouth as you watched his back muscles strain against his tight dress shirt.

“I..” He licked his lips, his gaze forward. “Yes.. your help.” He groaned and released a shaky breath, arching into your touch.

“How usually eager, you really must be stressed.” you laughed lightly, surprised he outright admitted he wanted you. Your hand stopped on the small of his back, you splayed your fingers out and pushed down to keep his pelvis in place.

You felt a shiver wrack his body followed by an audible swallow. He chewed his lip, his desire for you to bend him into submission fighting against his ego.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you like I always do~” You smiled softly, your words were dripping with honey. Standing behind him you made sure to purposefully press yourself against his behind as you reached down to the drawers of your desk, searching for something in particular.

“Mm.. found it.” You chuckled, pulling a length of black rope out. Grasping his wrists you pulled his arms behind his back, wrapping and securing the rope around them.

“Ah..” He gasped and trembled as you tied him up, his hips bucking a little as you continued to press against him.

He tested the rope, attempting to pull his bound wrists apart. You grinned wryly, satisfied it wasn’t cutting off blood flow. Resting one hand on the rope you smoothed the other over his behind, sliding around his hips until your hand teased over the front of his trousers.

“Hhaa..” he shuddered as your hand traced over his bulge. His cock strained painful against his tight trousers.

“Hard already? All I’ve done is tie you up.” you laughed breathlessly and he bucked against you once more. You gave him one long teasing stroke that incited a deep moan from his throat before pulling away.

“Mm..” he let out as discontent grumbled at the loss of contact and rocked his hips against your desk, aching for friction.

Stepping back you drank in the image before you. It was one you’d seen plenty of times, but one that looked just as delicious each time; the notorious Dottore bent and restrained over your desk willingly. He swallowed thickly as you rounded the desk, stopping in front of him.

“What-?” He narrowed his eyes, his lips upturned in a shaky scowl. A deep red flush had crept up his cheeks. You held his gaze with a coy smile, it truly didn’t take long for his tough exterior to crumble when you had him in such a submissive position.

“Just admiring the view.” You smiled sensually, sucking your lower lip between your lips. “It’s not everyday a big bad Harbinger so readily submits to me.” You purred. He broken your fighting gazes first, turning his face away sheepishly.

Reaching forward you brushed your fingertips against his mask, pulling it away and throwing it aside. Now smoothing your fingers against his cheek you dragged them down to tuck under his chin, tilting his head towards you again.

“Ah, that’s not really true though, is it? Not when you come crawling to me all the time.” You grinned, stroking your fingertip over his bottom lip. You watched the conflicted look of vexation and embarrassment cross his face.

“You-! Mmph-“ he started, only to be cut off as you slipped two fingers passed his parted lips. You toyed with his tongue, circling and caressing it until he replied with soft needy whines. You inhaled sharply at the noise, your own desires quickly flaring up inside you.

You thrust your fingers in and out of his mouth, the movement and the sight just as lewd as the wet sucking sound he produced. You breathed a laugh as you pulled your fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting your digits to his lips until you pulled to far away.

“You-.. just get on with it already.” He panted heavily, his sharp gaze weakened into one of hazy desire.

“Mmm?” You hummed, tilting your head to the side. “Who’s in charge here?” Shaking your head you leant down until you were face to face. You let your lips hover just above his, taunting contact.

He grit his teeth, his gaze shaking as they struggled to hold yours. You licked your lips teasingly, then purposefully let your tongue brush against his lips. He closed his eyes and groaned hotly.

“You..” he spoke softly. His desperate, panting breath warmed your lips.

“That’s right.” You smiled sweetly then crashed your lips against his in a deeply urgent kiss. He readily opened his mouth for you, meeting your tongue as you both fought for dominance.

You reminded him just who was in charge today as you grasped his hair, pulling it harshly and angling his head further back until his gasped. Using this as an opening you let your tongue take full control of his mouth, tasting him deeply and robbing him of coherent thought as you stole his breath.

“Mm..” you both groaned into the devouring kiss, finally pulling apart to gasp for air. You kept your grip on his hair, keeping him from looking away. His eyes were full of lust, his lips already red and swollen from your bruising kisses.

“Tell me what you want.” You whispered with your eyes half-lidded as you gazed at at him through fluttering eyelashes, you pursed your lips coyly.

“Just-.. Haa..” he quivered against the desk and whined unashamedly. “Fuck me already-“ he begged desperately as he struggled to catch his breath. You pulled away with a smirk, releasing his hair as you took a step back.

“Tsk, tsk. Always making demands.” You chuckled and circled around the desk until you were behind him again. “You never even think of saying please.” You sighed with fake dramatics and held onto the rope with one hand, pulling towards yourself until he bent backwards.

“Well?” You leant over his back, your lips pursed against his ear.

“..please.” He groaned out as you pulled his bound wrists further back, bending his spine awkwardly.

“Good boy.. I like manners.” You released his hands, letting him fall flat against the desk again. You hugged both arms around his hips, pressing your bosom against his back, your hands slid down to unzip his trousers and let them pool around his ankles.

“Haa..” he groaned as you teased your hands into his boxers, you took his erect cock in one hand whilst releasing it from its confinement with the other.

His erect cock twitched in your hand, he rocked his hips desperately, pre cum already leaking from the tip as you soothed your fingers over him.

“Mmph..” he chewed his lip as you tightened your grip and began moving your hand up and down his cock, slick with his own desire. You thrust your hips against him in time with your hand, grinding against him as you worked him closer to release.

“Haa.. please..” he panted, his hips moved against yours. You could feel him twitch and swell in your hand and with a devilish smirk you stopped moving and let him go.

“No-!” He cried out, looking over his shoulder as best he could. You met his desperate, wavering gaze with a cocky grin. His hips rocked back against yours, despite there being no friction. You pressed forward, pinning his hips against the edge of your desk.

“I don’t want you to cum just yet.” You soothed your hand over his blushing cheek gently, then returned to the desk drawer you pulled the rope out of.

“I’ve got us a new toy to play with, and I suppose now is as good a time as any to use it.” You chuckled, pulling out your newest toy and a small bottle of lube.

Dottore’s eyes widened at the sight of it, his lips parted and a hot groan slipped passed them. It was a brand new strap on, the dildo attached to it thick and a good length. 8-inches to be precise, it was a shiny black and covered in small bumps for extra stimulation.

“Shit..” he groaned, biting his lip painfully. You smiled naughtily at his reaction and stepped back. You lifted your skirt to strap it on, pulling the buckles tightly so it wouldn’t come loose.

“I thought you’d appreciate something special, I’ve already heard off Jester that you’ve been working extra hard recently.” You breathed a laugh and grasped your cock, smother some of the lube over it.

It shined deliciously and you positioned it under his cock, thrusting against him. He quivered and flexed his tied hands, he turned his head to face forwards again. You glimpsed the utterly desperate look on his face before he turned away.

You sighed softly and tipped the rest of the lube over his puckering hole, teasing your fingers around the rim. You dipped your fingers inside him, scissoring him open as best you could.

“Ah-!” He gasped at your intruding fingers, his hips thrusting forward against the desk. “Mmh..” he whined as you continued to trust your cocks together, teasing the size and feel.

“Mm.. That’ll do.. I’m getting quite desperate myself. I can’t wait to see this completely inside you.” You said sweetly, pulling your slick fingers away and positioning the tip of your cock against his hole.

“Haha.. brace yourself.” You chuckled, pushing the tip into him. The lube allowed you to slide into him with ease, the thick dildo disappearing between his cheeks. You grasped his hips as you rocked your hips, pushing it deeper.

“Haa-!” He gasped breathlessly, pressing his forehead against the desk. He tried to pull his hands apart desperately, wanting to grab onto something. His feet shifted and dug into floor, and his knees shook as you sunk deeper still, filling him further and deeper than ever before.

“Mmm.” You hummed, your gaze set firmly on where you both connected. You thrust your hips gently until your cock was almost completely buried between his cheeks. When there was but a few itches left you slammed into him, jolting him against the desk.

“Aah-!” He cried out, the dildo stuffed inside him completely. He shook and squirmed, your cock bulging against his insides as it rubbed deeply against his prostate. “Ha-!“ It only took for you to start moving for him to cry out once again.

“Be as loud as you like.” You licked your lips, your grip on his hips tightening as you began to thrust into him quickly. “I do enjoy your whiny cries.” you chuckled hotly, forcing his hips to knock against the edge of the desk.

“So.. so deep-!” he gasped, drool now leaking out of his parted lips. “Nhg..” he grit his teeth as he thrust his hip back against yours, the bulge from your cock pressed against the hard surface with each fully sheathed thrust.

As he continued to gasped and moan, his tight hole puckered wonderfully around the dildo. You knew he wouldn’t last, not with how hard you were fucking him over your desk and how the bumps on your cock were caressing his slick walls.

You let go of his hips and pressed your front against his back again, you brought one hand to his chin and lifted his head from up against the desk. The other hand traced its way around under his hips until you grasped his cock and worked your hand up and down him.

“Haa.. I can’t-“ His moans were loud and unashamed, he twitched and pulsed in the palm of your hand. “Much longer..” he whined. You moved your hand from his chin to his lips, pushing your fingers between them. Like earlier you played with his tongue, muffling he cries.

“Then cum for me.” You whispered hotly against his ear, your own urges burning at his desperation, his submission feeding the fire in your core. You pressed your lips against the back of his neck, sucking harshly to leave a deep red mark.

“Hngg-!” He moaned around your fingers, his cock pulsed as he came undone in your hand. You kept stoking him, not stopping even when he’d finished releasing.

“Wha..” he gasped, his words cut off as he was thrown forward from you slamming your hips up against his harshly, penetrating him fully and staying buried.

“Oh we’re no where near finished darling. I’m going fuck your worries away until I’m all you can think about.” You smirked devilishly, and continued to pound into him with an unrelenting rhythm.

You repeated each movement, each stroke of your hand, each harsh thrust against his prostate, until your hand was soaked in his seed and his puckering hole was fucked raw. His eyes had long since glazed over in overstimulated pleasure and tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

“Aah-!” He cried out weakly one final time, thick strings of cum shooting out of his cock and coating your hand for the nth time. You continued to stroke him as he shook below you, his tongue rest weakly against your fingers, drool soaking passed them and down his chin.

You kept your cock moving languidly, he twitched at each slow trust. As you pulled your fingers from his mouth and let go of his head and he slumped his cheek against the desk, panting and whining hazily. With one final smoothing motion over his cock you let go and moved your hand up to your lips.

“Mmhh..” you over exaggerated the explicit sucking noises you produced as you licked and sucked his cum from your hand. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth at the sound, a deep crimson blush coating his cheeks.

You began pulling your hips back, the shiny slick dildo finally out of him. You let it rest against his thigh as you ran your fingers over his reddened hole.

“You took that so well.” You praised him with a sweet tone, then untied his hands. He arms shook as he pushed his chest up from the desk, and turned to face you.

Placing your hand on his cheek you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then grasped the collar of his shirt and pushed him to kneel before you. His legs, still weak from the position, easily buckled under him.

He was now face to face with the dildo and as soon as you pressed you hand to the back of his head he bent forward and licked a strip up the bumpy toy.

“Archons that’s hot..” you chewed your lip, stroking his hair. Your own need ached desperately for attention.

“Mmm, we’re not done just yet.” You removed the strap-on, letting it fall it the ground with a thump. Taking a step back you sat down in your office chair and neatly crossed your legs.

Dottore’s hazy gaze wracked your body, he knew exactly what you wanted from him. He wet his lips and shifted forward, kneeling before you legs, you grinned at his submission. He gently grasped your crossed leg and pressed a gentle kiss to your ankle.

His soft, plush lips traveled up your lower leg, worshiping every part of skin they could until he met your crossed knees. He reached forward, grasping your thighs in each hand. He glanced up at you, his eyes begging you to allow him entrance.

“Don’t disappoint me.” You smirked coyly, allowing him to spread your legs apart.

“I won’t.” He said with a shaky breath and continued to kiss his way up your legs, his hands pushed your skirt up your hips and out of the way. He nipped gently at your inner thighs, your legs twitched at the pleasurable feeling, you could feel him smile weakly against your skin.

You clicked your tongue at his growing cockiness, you grasped his hair again, playing and pulling the strands to remind him to behave. He winced at the slight pain but continued on until his lips he met your clothed core, your panties already soaked through.

He hooked his fingers around the sides of your panties, stopping to look up for permission again. You met his hazy gaze and nodded. He slid them down your legs and threw them to the side.

He took up your thighs again, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he positioned his face before your wet cunt.

“Mm..” you released a sweet, pleased moan as he drew his tongue around your entrance. “Ah-!” you gasped as he tongue teased over your clit greedily. Closing your eyes, you rocked your hips against Dottore’s movements, his usually sharp tongue being put to good use as he licked and sucked your slick cunt.

Your legs twitched and quivered under his grasp, gasping moans slipped from your lips as he pulled away and plunged his fingers into your leaking hole instead. His tongue returned to caressing your clit, the stimulation almost unbearable.

As you writhed and trembled in your chair, pleased moans were drawn from your throat. He groaned against your cunt in return, the vibrations almost tipping you over the edge. You urged him closer, your legs tightening over his shoulders. You had a feeling he was trying to drag this out.

“I’ve got an important meeting with Jester soon, so you better make this quick.” You licked your lips and smirked as he looked up at you with a disappointed frown.

“Well?~” You tightened your legs and let your head fall against the back of the chair, your eyes half-lidded in desire as he released a shaky breath and buried his head between your thighs again.

a/n: fuuuck me, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. It’s my first dom!reader, hope it was alright

[gatorkid509]

Finally got a chance to draw another one of Leng Ren's children, and as expected, it was very difficult coming up with a design for her. You should remember that Leng Ren mated with many different males of various species in order to form an army of children with varying abilities, so you should expect her other children to look different then one another. So I'd like for all of you to meet Thorn, Daughter of Leng Ren, Younger Half Sister of Ping, @amnshe-wolf's Gale and Spike, and Older Half Sister of Blade. Here's an small Bio about her: Born almost a hundred years after Spike, Thorn has had a lot of pressure put on her to be a worthy warrior for her mother, especially with her unique powers, which aided her in becoming one of Leng Ren's top warriors. She often butts heads with Spike due to the two sometimes getting in the way of one another's targets, along with the fact Leng Ren praises Spike much more then any of their other siblings, as such, she sometimes finds it pleasing to see Spike punished when he fails, though that doesn't mean the two don't care for one another as they were raised together along with Blade. She has the ability to rot organic matter with her hands, a reverse of most satyrs' ability to help plants grow, but it has it's limitations and weaknesses. such as having her hands covered with special gauntlets that can cover and uncover her hands with magic due to not in full control of what she rots when she touches something and not being able to rot non-organic matter such as metal, which is what her gauntlets are made of. She also can not rot those who are blood related to her. I'm pretty proud of how well she turned out, I took inspiration from goats and satyrs of Greek myth as goats are often associated with Satan and demons, along with inspiration from characters with rotting powers like Tomura Shigaraki from My Hero Academia and Kid Rot from a cartoon I use to watch as a kid called Grossology( It aired on the now defunct Discovery Kids Channel and was both educational and action packed at at the same time, and also gross). I also unintentionally took inspiration from the She-Ra and the Princesses of Power character Castaspella with the hairstyle, I mean they're not exact but they are pretty close. Though, I do kinda wish I made the white pattern on her face appear more pronounced on the rest of her body like an actual goat, so that's a bummer. I also had some trouble with her clothes since I was more focused on the rest of her body, plus I had trouble making it looks both masculine since she's a fighter and traditionally Chinese as she is part Chinese on her mother's side, so I tried a qipao like shirt with tight pants and a sash, and it looks pretty good on her, especially with the colors, pink and green are great color combinations. Also no human form like I did with Spike, sorry about that. I actually imagine Thorn not often going into human form due to having trouble hiding her gauntlets and being annoyed when humans question why she wears them. And so I think that it, tell me what you think. I used these references by kirilee on DA for her body and this one by AdorkaStock for the example hand, also on DA, and yes, it is the same one I used for Lily's body.