#fox nut uses

[daniel-is-me]

im freaking out how did i forget who drew this he is the most memorable guy in the world

[dailyish-mario-hugo]

* day 12

[elstabler]

this is me once again begging someone to edit msr to down bad 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😪😪😪😪😪😪

[ruskatuskapuskasapuska]

I'd call these low-effort memes, but I may have spent over an hour or two on these... anyways, which route has the most gourmet shit?

(Shit i forgot to add that lowkey bother me: Celia's rat poison and glass shards, Fox's water and bread)

(fun fact: i almost didn't make anything for fox's route cuz i couldn't think of any food-related shenanigans but the i remembered: MC's arm was the food-related shenanigan)

[fisheito]

@pawhands FSEAUSHIEA arrives wet and ready to consume right out of the box!! no need for additional liquids!!!!

[hoennislands]

It’s so weird how it’s always a thing not to bring up controversial things like politics at work but these 2 older white guys love to bring up politics out of nowhere to us….

[ouroboobos]

Very specific so I know its a long shot, but does anyone have that relatively famous pic of the foxes jumping and playing in a circle?? It's like 3 or 4 of them and the shot was taken while at least one of them was in the air and theyre all sort of leaning towards each other while they play. Cannot find it for the life of me but I know I'd recognize it as soon as I saw it

[lynxgriffin]

Deltarune Chapter 3 and 4 RANDOM THOUGHTS

Spoilers so it's going under the cut! This is just me gushing about the madness

Geez I have like 50 different things I want to do art for and I can't focus on any of them long enough to start, SOB

Was NOT expecting Susie to find out that Darkners are objects immediately upon starting up the chapter. I'm glad she took it as well as she did, though! Still think this may come up much much harder later.

Holy crap Tenna's designs and animations just hit like a truck LOL. It wasn't until much later that I was like "wait...this guy is not getting recruited to Castle Town, is he. There's no way those sprites will get integrated."

Disappointed we did not get a proper Susiezilla sequence, I wanted that!

All the banter of them sitting around playing Legend of Kris was adorable

Did not expect Lanino-Elnina-Rouxls Kaard DISASTER THROUPLE???

Lancer MY BOY

Geez all of the stuff where Kris was playing their solo adventure was just. SO unsettling.

"You didn't do Snowgrave in chapter 2? Well you're doing it here now lol"

"You were used up" UH OH!!!!

I managed to S-Rank both boards somehow and got to the Shadow Mantle boss but got my ass handed to me; I'll need to go back and try again later.

Totally called Toriel being in the prize capsule from the start

saxophone noise

Me at the end of the Tenna boss battle: Kris Knight is real? Well, not what I would've liked, but I'm sure it'll be--

Me five minutes later: I'M SORRY, WHOMST??????

But no for real the Knight design and demeanor is LEGIT scary, I'm so glad we got a proper really intimidating villain

But yeah absolutely got thrashed by the Knight as well SOB SOB

THAT ENDING THO??? AND THEN THE TRANSITION INTO THE NEXT CHAPTER?

Please give Susie MORE PANCAKES

Absolutely fascinated by the fact that the monster religion is also just. Like. The game legend. The implications

Cannot believe we had friggin Tom and Jerry-ass shenanigans in Noelle's house with the soul including Kris beating the crap out of us with a hockey stick

banging fists on the table SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE!

Asgore how did you get more awkward every chapter

The whole scene with Carol was just generally so, so DEEPLY UNCOMFORTABLE

Evil and intimidating deer by awesome lesbian couple indeed

Me earlier: Man Carol Holiday is going to get a pretty brutal death in Eldritchrune, I feel a little bad, it's probably going to feel unwarranted--

Me after chapter four: Hell naw this bitch gettin' what she deserves

I gotta say that I REALLY loved the music in this chapter, absolutely outstanding. I might like From Now On even more than Rude Buster

All in all in chapter four was SO cool, loved that we're taking everything seriously now, it felt like a real turning point

OKAY SO turns out THIS KINDA HAPPENED A BIT? But while my initial thought was Gerson being the Knight, I honesty like this better

IDK Gerson was just SO funny as a J.R.R. Tolkien-esque party member and I absolutely appreciated him being a mentor to Kris and especially Susie

Did NOT expect Susie making her own dark fountain before Noelle did!! But oh man all the differences in her version of the world that you can see compared to the usual one...

In any case I love Susie more and more every day if horrible things happen to her I will teleport to Toby Fox's house and push everything breakable off of his shelves

YOUR TAKING TOO LONG

Ralsei I am DEEPLY WORRIED about you my dude

He was looking so ragged this chapter and missed good chunks of Susie's dark world, too

I am extremely anxious about that critical part of the prophecy that we conveniently missed but that Susie saw, my weird kids need to be okay

Also uhhh??? Am I nuts or like? Did my half-human Susie crack theory get more evidence?? I was expecting just a solid debunking but if anything there's just more hints of it???? I'm kind of terrified???? Half-human Susie real????

Seriously I may just finally dive into the nightmare realm of making a theory video for it

HELLO NEO DARK FOUNTAIN ALREADY

HI TITAN ALREADY THAT WAS SICK AS HELL AND ALSO TERRIFYING

Seriously that Titan boss battle was crazy hard; it took me a lot of tries and it was a LONG fight every time

I have no solid thoughts on whether it's Carol Knight or Dess Knight; I'll have to ruminate on it more

It's Raining Here made real...

CANNOT BELIEVE WE ENDED THIS CHAPTER ON FRIGGIN KRIS MISERABLE IN BED WHILE SORIEL DISCO HAPPENS DOWNSTAIRS

Again: I want to draw but have no focus aaljsda

Also I got like two hours of sleep last night because my brain would not stop buzzing lol

Once again THIS GIF REMAINS MY ULTIMATE REACTION TO NEW DELTARUNE BYE:

[maladaptive-daydreamer-23]

Vixen

Part 1 • Part 2

A/N: I have… nothing to say for myself… except… enjoy???

Also, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 50 FOLLOWERS!!!!!

Love,

Mal 💋

Warnings: 18+ beyond this point!!!! Minors DNI, Mirrors, Thigh Riding, Mild Dirty Talk, Pet Names, exhibtionism??? If you squint???, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Lap Dance, Female Orgasm, Dom/sub if you use a microscope, praise kink, teasing, Mentions Of Trafficking (type unspecified), Canon Typical Case stuff, I think this is the longest my warning section has ever been, if I missed anything please tell me!

Additional information: Hotch likes to watch, the smut is there I promise, so sorry this took me two weeks, my life is nuts

Pairing: Hotch x UndercoverBAU!Reader (NO Y/N)

WC: 8,181

AO3 here

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Hotch had known he would live to regret approving this undercover operation. He also knew he would never be able to look you in the eyes again, especially after what he was about to do.

As he entered the club, the bouncers stopped him at the door to pat him down. He was unarmed and that made things even more stressful. You were already in there, with no back up and no wire to call for help. The only way they had been able to keep an eye on you was Garcia. They’d gotten a warrant to tap phones and hack security feeds. So Garcia, Reid and JJ were watching from a van a few blocks away. Morgan, Prentiss and Rossi were with swat, as they were every night for the past month, waiting for you to give one of two signals. The first meant that you had all the evidence they needed to bring down the trafficking ring they’d been after for months.

The second meant your cover was blown and you needed help or you were going to die.

Thankfully, the second hadn’t happened and he had no reason to suspect they’d made you or were suspicious. Unfortunately, the first hadn’t happened yet either. No, the reason Hotch was coming to meet you, was because there’d been a major development on the outside. One that you really needed to know about.

He knew he didn’t really fit the role he was coming here to play, but he already had one agent in this hell hole with no weapons or back up. There was no way he was going to send in another, not when there was such a high risk of getting caught.

Not when the consequence might’ve been death.

So here he was, sitting front row, center stage, as you walked out into the spotlight and wrapped your dainty little hand around the gleaming stainless steel of a stripper pole. It felt wrong.

Watching you like this…

In person.

Not from behind the screen of a CCTV, where watching you was simply part of the job he had to do to make sure you were still safe. Here though, here he could see everything. In a way he was incredibly uncomfortable with, because he could no longer keep his eyes from wandering. He couldn’t help the thoughts that forced their way into the forefront of his mind. He could not deny the way you made him feel.

Not when he was close enough to see the detail of the red lace that barely covered anything. Close enough to see the matching red polish on your fingers and toes. The way your hair was glinting in the red stage light.

Red.

Everything was red; your lips, your lingerie, your fingers, toes and even your heels. That drove him insane. Red was a weakness of his, especially on you and you wore it every night. It was part of your stage presence, your character. Red like a fox, after the moniker you had chosen; Vixen. He couldn’t help but think it fitting.

As the music began to play, he sent up a prayer to whomever was listening.

The club had been lenient with you so far, allowing you to keep your lingerie on as you danced. Letting you get a little more comfortable on stage before expecting you to bare yourself to the crowd.

They had… until a few nights ago anyway. When in the middle of your routine with a group of other girls, one of them had unclipped your bra for you.

You had simply let it fall to the floor.

Hotch and Spencer had both been watching from the van that night, and had immediately exited the vehicle. Leaving Garcia and JJ to keep watch over you until your limited clothing was securely back on your person.

He hoped beyond all reason that you wouldn’t be exposed like that with him sitting this close. Because if he looked away, it would call the attention of the bouncers. The men who frequented this establishment did not shy away from nudity, they reveled in it, leaned in to get a better look. Which had him regretting every life decision that had brought him to this moment, because if he didn’t look away, he would never be able to erase the sight of you from his mind.

He knew what he had to do. That didn’t mean he didn’t feel guilty about it. No. The shame had already risen in his belly and was slowly clawing its way up his throat. It only got worse when he thought about what he’d have to do next.

He’d seen countless other men do it over the last few weeks. So he knew that when your dance was over, he had to flag down a bouncer, and request a private dance from you. That was the only way to get you alone, so he could give you the information you needed. The only way to speak to you unseen and unheard. They didn’t record the private rooms, they didn’t even have audio in there, so you wouldn’t actually have to dance for him.

Still, he was nervous about it. About all of it.

Try as he might to convince himself that the anxiety—clutching his heart with a grip made of titanium—was because he knew you could both die if your cover was blown. The lie just didn’t ring true.

Not as your perfect leg bent at the knee and gripped the spinning expanse of metal. Not as your back arched and your head tipped back, so slowly it was agonizing. Your hair, just barely grazing the floor in all its glory, was a bit too tempting for his sanity.

He was anxious—more like petrified—because he knew that as soon as you walked into that room in a few minutes you would be able to read him like a book. Then you would know.

So he watched, with bated breath, as you danced. Looking as though you’d been born to it. You were a natural.

He knew, of course, that when they’d started planning this undercover op you had enrolled in an exotic dancing class that also offered pole dancing. But you’d only been in classes for a month.

Which meant calling you a natural wasn’t a stretch.

He didn’t know how he was going to remember what he was supposed to tell you. Everytime he looked at you a little too long, his mind went blank and his mouth stopped working.

He was so absorbed in watching you, he didn’t even notice that you’d seen him. You were on the floor of the stage, thrusting your hips up into the air and rolling them, then all the sudden, you were making very intense eye contact. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t look away. Your eyes burned into his like lasers, but there was no disgust, no accusation, no confusion.

Then the song was over and you started to gather the money that had been thrown at you and landed on the stage.

A wave of shame crashed over him and Hotch looked away.

You’d clocked Hotch’s tall broad frame the moment he’d entered the club. His gait as recogniseable to you as your own face in the mirror.

You had him memorized. Every single mannerism was familiar to you, every word predictable.

You had kept an eye on him as you’d danced, worried about him fitting in, but his acting was impeccable. The way he had watched you when you were doing your floor work had been… heated. You almost would have thought it was real… if you didn’t know better, of course.

It’d been a month since you last saw him, or any member of your team, in person. Communicating only through weekly calls on a burner that you had hidden in your UC nest apartment.

Your last check in had been the night before. So you had turned the phone off. If Hotch was here–inside the club, you knew he was always watching from outside–that meant he had something very important to tell you. He would never risk your cover otherwise. So as soon as your dance had been over and you’d gathered all your hard earned cash and gone to the locker room to put on some lingerie that was a little less–revealing.

Sure enough, less than five minutes later a bouncer caught you on your way out of the locker room.

“Hey Vixen!” He’d called out. “You got a guy in room one, he bought an hour. Nice work!”

An hour!? Holy shit, this was either really bad… or they were about to raid the club and sent Hotch in first to get you out of harm's way. You had assumed he would just ask you to sit at the table with him otherwise.

“Alright, I’m on my way.” You assured him.

Your stripper name had been a joke that Derek and Spencer had come up with while you’d been preparing for this operation. Derek had made the comment that you were a fox in the henhouse so you should go by Foxy as a joke. You and the other three women on the team had groaned, complaining that Foxy was the least sexy stripper name you could think of. Specifically because it reminded you of the bully from the Chicken Little movie. Then Spencer, of all people, had suggested Vixen, because that was the term for female foxes. You had all agreed that it was much sexier and still just as funny. You still smiled to yourself every time you thought about the look on Hotch’s and Rossi’s faces when you’d told them.

You didn’t knock before you entered the room, you simply slipped inside quietly, closing the door silently behind you.

Though dimly lit, you had no trouble observing the concerning body language that was reflected at you in the mirror lined room.

He was pacing, staring at the floor in front of him, his thumb rubbing the side of his forefinger anxiously.

Great. So it was bad news then.

He turned to trod back toward you on the path he was wearing into the floor, but stopped on a dime when he saw you.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. Remembering the camera in the corner that he didn’t know about.

“Hi, I’m Vixen.” You said, using the sensual tone you’d perfected over the last month. One of the other, more veteran, dancers had told you that the syrupy sweet customer service tone you came in with might have worked as a waitress, but wouldn’t cut it as a stripper. So you’d practiced. “What’s your name, handsome?”

Hotch blinked at you a few times, confusion evident in his expression. You slowly, but purposefully, turned your body toward the wall to your right, tipping your head forward so that your hair fell in front of your face. Obscuring your mouth from the camera in the left corner. Opposite the door you’d just walked through.

“Camera.” You mouthed in his direction, flicking your eyes toward it.

You saw the panic that took over his face for a split second. Then he went stone faced just as quickly.

“Aaron.” He murmured softly.

“Aaron.” You repeated, as though testing the way the word tasted on your tongue. You were, in truth, you’d never said his first name before. Not aloud… not to him… but at night, in your bed, when you were all alone…

No, stop. You can’t think about that right now. Not with what you had to do next.

He nodded, as though confirming that, yes, that was his name. You smiled salaciously at him for the camera’s benefit and he froze. You took a few steps closer, keeping the camera behind you so that you could give him an apologetic look.

“I like it.” You said keeping your tone the same as it had been. “It’s strong… like you I’m sure.”

He cleared his throat, shifting his feet. Where was this awkwardness coming from? You had never seen Hotch act like this before. He was always confident. Sometimes anxious, if he was worried for someone’s safety, but he never acted like he did not know what to do or say next.

“Have a seat.” You gestured to the long couch against the wall. Slinking over to it yourself and lounging lazily against the backrest.

He hesitated. Frowning-no, glaring at the couch as though it was a danger to his health.

“Aaron, sweetheart. Relax.” You soothed, pulling him out of his stupor. “We’re just getting comfortable.”

He came over and sat—several feet away from you—on the edge of the couch. Your back was to the camera so you rolled your eyes at him playfully. Then you scooted closer.

“I don’t bite.” You teased, he looked back at you, his eyes clearly stating that he was skeptical of that claim.

“Sorry.” He croaked and then cleared his throat, flattening his hands against his slacks and rubbing his thighs forcefully. As if his palms were sweaty. “I’ve never—ummm. I haven’t ever…”

You nodded your understanding.

“You’ve never had a lap dance before?” You asked. Not judgmentally—of course, this only bolstered your preconceived notions about him, he was a gentleman—just softly, soothingly. Hoping to calm him because you knew that if you didn’t the bouncers would know something was strange.

He cleared his throat again and shook his head.

“I’ve never even been to a… club�� before. I don’t know what I’m doing.” He murmured quietly.

Translation: this is completely uncharted territory and there are no policies about this particular situation to guide me. You’re my subordinate and this is fucking weird. I don’t know what to do.

Got it. You nodded slowly.

“That’s okay, this is a pretty normal reaction. I can walk you through it.” You replied, but what you meant was: I’ve got this, follow my lead. “Why don’t we go over the rules, do’s and don’ts, and that’ll tell you what to expect and then if you’re still uncomfortable then we can just sit here and talk, okay?”

He nodded, swallowing hard, and he still looked so nervous you felt the need to poke the bear a little. To break the ice.

“I’m honored by the way.” You said, letting your tone convey the mischief coming his way.

“Honored?” He asked, his back straightening a bit, and there was that look you adored. The one that practically screamed ‘what the actual fuck’ even though you knew he’d never say those words outloud. He was a gentleman.

“Mm hmm.” You hummed, giving him a mischievous grin. “I consider it an honor that you chose me to pop your metaphorical cherry.”

He choked on air, coughing and spluttering. You chuckled softly, amazed at how flustered he was getting. The Hotch you knew was stoic, confident and poised.

The man before you now was a wreck.

Hotch had not been prepared for this.

The lingerie, the sensual tone, the way you seemed so at ease—like you’d been doing this for years, not just one month—the way you were looking at him, the dirty jokes, it was all just too much.

He hadn’t expected there to be a camera in the corner of the mirror lined room. Garcia hadn’t found this one’s frequency or whatever it was called. He’d have to tell her about it later to see if she could find it. For now though, he was going to have to get creative with his words to tell you what you needed to know, without raising suspicion.

“So,” He breathed, clearing his throat for what felt like the thousandth time since you entered the room. (It was embarrassing, honestly.) “how does this work?”

What he was trying to ask was: how am I supposed to tell you sensitive information without blowing your cover? He could tell that you understood by the look in your eyes.

“Well, you paid for sixty minutes and it’s been about three. So, we can spend that time however you want to spend it, as long as you follow the rules.” You explained to him, then started listing said rules. “First, I have to tell you that we’re being recorded. It’s for my safety and yours. That way, no one tries to take more than they paid for, and none of the dancers can claim sexual assault if it didn’t really happen.”

He noted the way you phrased that, and fully understood the meaning behind it. The camera was to cover the ass of the establishment, not to protect the girls or the patrons. Classy.

He nodded that he understood.

“Now don’t let the camera scare you, these tapes are erased and recorded over every night unless something happens that the club needs a record of.” You explained. “So the tape won’t get out unless you… do something ungentlemanly.”

He nodded again, no one would be analyzing this recording after the fact. Got it. That also explained why Penelope couldn’t hack into this feed. It’s old school tech. No internet required.

“The bouncers are watching us, but don’t be embarrassed, when I turn on the music to dance it will drown us out and they won’t be able to hear anything. They also can’t see your face from this angle, so we still have some privacy.” Your expression gave that phrase its true meaning.

I have to dance if the music is on, or they’ll be suspicious. If I don’t turn on the music you can’t tell me what you came here to say without being overheard.

He felt his heart trying to beat its way up into his esophagus. Choking him as it pounded.

“Now, nothing happens without my say so, got it?” You said sternly, for the camera’s benefit, as if he really was a stranger. A patron. It made him feel a little sick to his stomach. This felt as though he were demeaning you, debasing you. He didn’t like that, not at all. “You don’t touch me unless I say so, and only where I allow it.”

He would never, and he knew you knew that—he hoped you did anyway—but he still hated hearing you say it.

This was the most uncomfortable thing he’d ever experienced on the job. You were his subordinate and he was your boss. There was already a clear power imbalance between you. That was the only reason he hadn’t already made any advances with you. Now, you were standing before him, nearly naked, and he was fully clothed. He didn’t know how you were so calm, how this didn’t make you want to crawl out of your own skin.

To make matters worse, his body and his morals were at odds with each other. In his head he knew how messed up this was, but his libido did not care. You were simply stunning and every fiber of him was hyper aware of it.

“Of course.” He replied, giving you an apologetic look in response. Hoping that you hadn’t had any trouble of that sort from other men in the last month.

“Your clothes stay on, even if mine don’t. If the bouncers see a dick, they will barge in here and ask you to leave. They will not be nice about it.” You continued the rules for the benefit of the camera. Then you hesitated and he knew that whatever you said next was for his benefit only. “As long as you’re comfortable, I’ll keep going. If you don’t want me to do something, just say so and I’ll stop. Are you ready?”

No, he was not, and would never be. This was going to completely ruin his professional relationship with you. He was sure of it.

He nodded anyway, knowing he had no other choice.

“It’s gonna be okay, Aaron.” You whispered, so quietly he barely heard it. Then you got up, walked over to a sound system in the far corner, selected a song and set a timer. The timer seemed to be protocol but he knew you also didn’t want the bouncers to interrupt and hear anything they shouldn’t.

The music was loud, the bass made the whole room vibrate, it was sensual and the lyrics were beyond suggestive, bordering on raunchy.

When you started to dance, running your hands over your body, he did his best to keep eye contact. So you would know he was being respectful, professional. It didn’t help to look away, the mirrors reflected you from every angle. You’d said the camera couldn’t see his face, so that was the least he could do. He hated putting you in this situation, but there was nothing he could do now except make you as comfortable as possible.

You held eye contact with him, even as you dropped to the floor, crawling to him on your hands and knees, then sat on your knees between his feet. You leaned back, dragging your hands up your thighs, stomach, and breasts, then above your head as you completely laid down on your back in front of him.

This, Hotch thought, was his own personal hell. Being forced to sit here and watch you move like that, knowing it was only because you had to to maintain your cover.

Your legs were in the air now, kicking sensually, then spreading wide. The red of your panties—because of course you’d chosen red for the second time tonight—caught his attention briefly and he cursed himself for looking. He closed his eyes, clenching his jaw and thought about literally anything else. Praying he wouldn’t get an erection.

Then you climbed up into his lap, and began to ride his thigh.

Hotch bit his own tongue, doing whatever he could to stop the inevitable. Even if it meant causing himself a little pain.

“I’m so sorry.” You murmured in his ear, your hands on his chest. “It's part of the routine they taught me.”

“It’s fine.” He gritted out.

“Why are you here? Has something happened?” You asked him, and for the life of him, he couldn’t remember.

Not with you rolling your hips like that. Not when he could feel the heat of your core through the fabric of his slacks.

Luckily you continued without giving him a chance to respond.

“Has there been a leak? Do they suspect me?” You asked and the tinge of fear in your voice had him opening his eyes.

“No! Nothing like that, you’ve done an excellent job. They don’t suspect a thing, as far as we can tell.” He assured you softly, looking into your eyes to make sure the fear left them. “You’re still safe, I promise.”

And since he was studying your face, he saw.

He saw the way the fear melted away as you flushed at the praise, and he felt the way your thighs clenched around his. He was intrigued, unsure of what he knew he’d seen and felt, so he started to pay attention.

You noticed his attention, the change in his expression from soothing reassurance to curiosity. Your brow furrowed and you gave him a questioning look, then you stood. Your dance moves had become increasingly filthy and when you turned around and bent over, putting your ass almost directly in his face, with your legs spread open, he noticed something that hadn’t been there before.

A patch of darker fabric had appeared on your panties. Right over your pussy.

He glanced down at his lap, finding another dark patch on his leg, he touched it and his fingers came away damp.

You were wet, soaked.

Because of him?

Well… he didn’t see any other men in the room that you could’ve had that reaction for.

The way he was looking at you had changed. It wasn’t… uncomfortable? Not anymore. It was searching. Scathing? Questioning? Scrutinizing.

It felt like his eyes were filleting you. Deconstructing and analyzing your every move. You didn’t know what had caused the sudden shift in his demeanor, but you were worried that it’d been something you’d done.

You sank down to your knees again, facing away from him, as you leaned forward onto your elbows and arched your back so that your ass was high in the air. Legs still spread wide, a gust of cool air hit you and suddenly you weren’t sure that your ass was the only thing on display.

You sat up, leaning back so that your head fell into his lap. Touching your body in ways that felt so much more intimate now than they had when you’d practiced, you looked up at him.

Then you met his gaze again, and his eyes seemed to devour you. He wasn’t just keeping them respectfully trained on your face anymore. He was drinking you in and it intoxicated you. Even though part of you knew you had to be imagining it.

“I need you to do something for me.” He murmured, and you could swear he was looking straight into your soul.

Your breath turned to lava in your lungs. That tone of voice was much different as well… and you didn’t know how to react to it.

“Sir?” You asked, barely breathing at all now.

“We received intel that the ring is smuggling in a shipment tomorrow night, I need you to confirm that it’s happening. Can you do that?” He responded, his voice barely a rumble in his chest.

Oh, it was only about the case. You relaxed a bit.

“Of course. I’ll do my best.” You assured him.

“Good girl.” He purred, so nonchalantly you thought you’d misheard it. You blinked up at him, stunned, even as your body reacted. You felt your nipples harden, poking at the rough lace of your teddy. You’d chosen this one because it covered more of you than what you’d previously had on, but you hadn’t considered how flimsy it was. So when his eyes flicked up to your chest, you knew he could see them, and he looked… pleased?

The choreo you had memorized put you in his lap again, rolling your hips and grinding your ass against him. You felt the need to apologize again.

“I’m so sorry…” You winced, knowing that you’d never be able to look him in the eyes again, not when you felt so guilty for being turned on by this.

And you were.

You had held it together so well until he had praised you and prioritized your comfort in the same breath. The way he had looked at you when he said it… like nothing mattered more to him in that moment than making sure you were okay. It had drawn you in, and the proximity to his body had done the rest. Until he’d called you a good girl with the confidence of someone who knew you’d like it. You felt like there was a fire in your belly and a river between your thighs.

All because of his words.

“Don’t be sorry, you’re doing great sweetheart.” He rasped in your ear.

You froze, was he…? No.

“Don’t stop, they’ll think something is wrong and come in. We don’t want that, do we?” His voice, low and rough, flowed over you pushing your heart into overdrive.

What the fuck?

“Hotch?” Your voice came out in a strangled gasp, completely unsure of the situation, and desperately hoping you weren’t misreading him.

He shifted his weight, making you settle more firmly into his lap.

And then you felt it, solid and warm against your ass as you continued to roll your hips against him.

He was hard.

Heat flooded your cheeks as you looked over your shoulder at him.

“You– you’re– Are you?” You stuttered, then closed your mouth so hard that your teeth clicked.

He smirked at you, and your breath hitched.

“I am, it’s a little hard not to be when you’ve left a mess on my thigh.” He murmured.

You threw a panicked glance down at his leg, the one you had straddled before, and found a spot that was darker than the rest. Gasping in horror, you tried to stand, to separate yourself from him.

“Stop.” His voice was commanding and strong, any hint of nervousness that may have been there previously was now long gone. You obeyed, but you didn’t sit back in his lap, instead choosing to sit between his feet on the floor. As though that was what you had intended to do all along if anyone was watching. “There’s no need to panic, but I need you to tell me the truth. Is it the atmosphere? The music, the physical contact, the clothes? All of those things can trick your psyche into thinking you feel things that aren’t real, that aren’t true. And that’s perfectly normal and not at all anything to be ashamed of. So, is it that? Or–”

He paused, swallowing hard and then taking a deep breath. His eyes trained on the ceiling.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this…” He mumbled under his breath, then looked down at you with a vulnerability you had never seen in him before. “Is it me you’re reacting to? Am I making you feel this way?”

You couldn’t breathe. You didn’t know what to say, how to act! You couldn’t read him, pick up on his nonverbal cues, or his verbal ones! Your brain had left the building, fuck, it had fled the country and was on a beach in Tahiti for all the good it was doing you!

On one hand, you were mortified. You had just left a wet spot on your boss’s thigh, and that was bureaucratic suicide, you’d have to quit your job, request a transfer to the Alaskan field office, or the Hawaian one. No, you didn’t deserve Hawaii. Alaska. You’d go to Alaska. As far away from him as possible so you’d probably never see him again. That sounded great!

But…

On the other hand…

He was hard. Which meant he was also at least a little bit into this.

Into you.

There was nothing you wanted more than him, in this moment especially.

So you let your brain take that Tahitian vacation, and your raging hormones take the reins. Which is why you let down every wall, knocking down every carefully placed brick, and looked him in the eyes.

“Yes.” You whispered, unable to think of a single other thing to say.

“Yes?” He asked for clarification, needing to be sure that you meant what he thought you meant.

“Yes, it's you.” You breathed.

He almost couldn’t believe his ears, but his eyes were showing him the exact same evidence and he couldn’t deny what he was seeing.

You were a mess. Your chest was heaving with labored breaths, your pupils dilated till they nearly over took your irises, you were quivering under his gaze and biting your lip so hard hewas afraid you’d break the skin.

You wanted him.

He didn’t have time to process the thrill of elation that shivered up his spine. He only had about fifty minutes left with you, and he still had to tell you everything he could to keep you safe while you went snooping in places you probably shouldn’t.

But first…

He was going to make you ride his thigh until you saw stars, and enjoy watching you for every second as he talked you through it.

“Then climb back up here and straddle my thigh, sweetheart, just like you were earlier.” He instructed you, his voice sounded a little strained even to his own ears.

“We’ll get caught…” You whimpered, clearly torn between what your body wanted and what your instincts told you was safe.

He shook his head.

“We’re not gonna break any rules.” He assured you, then clarified. “We’re not gonna break any club rules.”

Bureau rules on the other hand… He’d worry about that later.

“Are you sure?” You questioned, and he bit back a smirk, because you were already moving to get back in his lap.

That lack of restraint exhilarated him, and he itched to touch you, but knew he couldn’t if he wanted to make this work. So he balled his hands into fists and forced them to stay at his sides.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

“Yes.” You responded without hesitation.

“Do you want me?” He challenged, as you settled yourself with one knee between his legs and the other on the couch next to him, hovering just above him without putting any weight on him yet.

“Yes.” You breathed, and even though he barely heard it over the music, you sounded sure.

“Then I’m sure.” He grinned up at you, and you seemed to relax, finally resting a bit of your weight on his leg.

He laid his arms along the back of the couch, just to keep his hands off of you. You, of course, caught the movement immediately.

“Aaron you can touch me, I only said that because it's what I’m supposed to tell patrons.” Your voice had just a touch of a pleading tone.

“I know Sweetheart, but I’ve come to realize that I love to watch you. So what I want you to do right now is ride my thigh and make yourself fall apart on it.” He coaxed, and bit back a smile as, once again, your thighs tightened around his. “Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

The little whimper you let out as you nodded your head almost changed his mind about not touching you. You liked it when he talked to you like that, he was certain now.

“That’s a good girl…” He praised, as you started to rock against him slowly. “Just like that. Use me baby.”

You moaned, so softly he almost missed it and he couldn’t allow that. He wanted to hear every single sound you made, no he needed it, like he needed oxygen.

“No one can hear you but me, sweet girl, so let me hear you.” He encouraged you as you started to work yourself a little harder against his leg.

You tipped your head back and moaned louder this time. Fuck, you looked so alluring like this, he thought, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to go back from this. He was positive that if he didn’t get to see you like this every single day for the rest of his life, that he would simply lose the will to live.

“So fucking pretty…” He murmured, taking you in, every perfect inch of you.

In that red set that was so stunning on you, you looked like a goddess. He wanted to thread his hands into your hair, to run them over your skin. He was certain that you would be the softest thing he would ever touch in his life and he couldn’t wait to test that theory. For now though, for now, he just wanted to bask in the moment. One that he had imagined so many times… a little differently than this… but it was perfect all the same, simply because it was you.

He knew that if he let himself touch you now, he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself, and judging by the way you were rocking frantically against him, you wouldn’t want him to either. But he didn’t want the first time with you to be in a strip club. That just wouldn’t do, not for you.

So he wouldn’t touch you, but he wouldn’t deny you this either.

“Look at you, looking so beautiful like this. I can’t wait to take you home and let you ride me, pretty girl.” He traced his eyes over your form and then hummed softly. “Take your top off for me sweetheart, I wanna see you bare.”

You shifted your weight a little to keep your balance—as if he would ever let you fall—then unhooked the clasp that lay between your breasts. You hesitated then, just for a moment, as though you were nervous.

“I don’t know why I’m nervous. It's nothing you—and the rest of the team—haven’t seen before.” You chuckled, but it was self deprecating and anxious.

He shook his head at you.

“The only ones who watched your performances were JJ and Garcia after that first night. Even then, Spencer and I left as soon as we realized what was happening. Morgan and Rossi have been waiting with SWAT the whole time, so they haven’t even seen you in lingerie. Prentiss has but only because she had to grab something out of the van, and the entire time all she could say was that you were incredible for someone who had only been doing pole work for two months.” He assured you. “So no Sweetheart, the whole team has not seen you like that, especially not me.”

That seemed to calm you a bit, and then without any further hesitation, you dropped the teddy to the floor.

Hotch lost all semblance of coherent thought.

The air in the room had been cold at first, but now it was soothing to your overheated skin. You felt like you were simmering. The music was still thumping through the room and the beat was making everything feel so… erotic.

To be fair it was.

The way Hotch was talking to you…

No one had spoken to you like this before, and you loved it.

And when he had told you to take your top off, Christ, you’d nearly passed out.

But now, as you let it fall to the floor, and you saw the effect it was having on him. You smiled.

He was drinking you in, his eyes dilated till they were nearly completely onyx, instead of the warm hazel you adored so much. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as though he were imagining the taste of you there.

“Fuck, Sweetheart.” He whispered under his breath. Then looked back up into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful. Touch yourself for me, pretty girl. Let me watch you come undone.”

Fuck indeed.

His voice was like a goddamn aphrodisiac, pushing you to let go of every single reservation and do exactly as he said.

So you did.

Dragging your hands up your thighs, to your stomach and then your breasts. Caressing and squeezing, your eyes on his face the entire time. All the while you continued to roll your hips against his thigh, the pressure building in your lower stomach was growing rapidly.

Hotch groaned, his hands gripping the back of the couch so tightly his knuckles turned white and you wanted to feel his hands on you so badly you couldn’t focus on anything but that.

“Aaron.” You whimpered. “Please, touch me. I want your hands on me so bad.”

“I know you do, pretty girl.” His voice rumbled through you, and a shiver went up your spine. “But you know I can’t do that, so if you wanna come then you’re gonna have to do it all by yourself.”

You whined, writhing against him, trying to create enough friction to finish the job. But there was just something missing.

“What if I can’t?” You keened, clutching his lapels and grinding faster.

“You can do it baby, I know you can.” He murmured.

“How do you know? You’ve never seen me like this before.” You pointed out, a little sassier than was probably necessary.

“No I haven’t.” He admitted. “But in the short time we’ve been here, I’ve noticed that you like the way I talk to you, you like being praised, and you like to please me. Don’t you?”

Your eyes shot wide and your mouth fell open.

“I- I uh-“ You stammered, at a loss for words.

He smirked at you. Not teasingly, not really, but it was very smug. “It was a simple yes or no question, sweetheart. Do you like those things?”

You nodded your head, because how else were you supposed to answer that? He had you in a vise with those gorgeous hazel eyes, so your verbal skills were sorely lacking at the moment.

“Then listen and do what I say, pretty girl.” He murmured, those eyes locked on yours with an intensity that burned through you like a hot knife through butter. “Slow down baby, find your rhythm for me.”

You stilled against his leg, then slowly started over again, rolling your hips in time with the music that was still pounding through the room like a heartbeat. A slow steady pulse.

“That’s my good girl, you look so beautiful like this, sweetheart.” He purred. “Look at yourself baby, look in the mirrors and see how striking you are right now.”

You felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, the way he was talking to you…. It made everything feel heightened somehow, you weren’t even sure if it was the words he was speaking, or his voice alone.

All you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop.

So you did what he asked, and looked at yourself.

He was right, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. You looked so powerful. Sitting astride him like that with your chest bared to him. It didn’t look demeaning or subservient. You looked ethereal.

But what really stole your breath away, was the way he was looking at you, while you weren’t looking directly at him. It made your core tighten and your skin heat even further, until you felt like you might literally explode.

“There it is baby, I can see it written all over you.” He murmured.

“I feel like I’m gonna explode.” You whined, your legs tensing and your grip on his jacket nearly ironclad.

“I know, Sweetheart. You’ve gotta relax, just breathe through it and follow that feeling until you fall over the edge.” You coached gently. “You can do it, pretty girl. You’re almost there.”

You forced your muscles to release, your whole body melting into him as you rolled your hips against him steadily. You took deeper breaths, in your nose and out your mouth.

“Good job, baby. Just like that.” He cooed, his voice sounding more and more strangled every time he spoke.

You felt it building, could practically see the cliff coming, and you were so close to falling over it, you just needed… Something.

Your eyes started to flutter closed and your head tipped back.

“Don’t close your eyes, pretty girl. I want you looking right at me. Look at my eyes.” He instructed firmly, and your eyes snapped back to his. They were burning, the heat in them was palpable and you felt like you could read every single thought running through his head. “I wanna see it on your face when you come.”

That’s what finally did it. The unbearable tightness in your core exploded and spasmed violently.

“Aaron!” You moaned as your vision filled with colorful little spots.

“Good girl.” He hummed, the praise only spurring you on. “That’s it, come for me baby. Ride it out.”

You felt euphoric and then numbness settled in your limbs, making supporting your own weight feel impossible.

You collapsed against Hotch’s chest, your breath ragged and shallow. Your heart racing. Body trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Are you alright?” He murmured in your ear after giving you a minute to bask in the moment.

“So much better than alright…” You sighed contentedly.

He chuckled softly and finally touched you, just to stroke your hair affectionately.

You hummed pleasantly and nestled in a little closer.

He tilted your chin up a bit so he could look at you, and he smiled.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks heat all over again, suddenly feeling bashful, even though you’d just ridden his thigh to completion.

“Thanks…” You mumbled, and you didn’t know what had gotten into you. Shyness wasn’t your style, you owned your choices and actions. Something about the way he was looking at you, though, it had the blood rushing to your face in force. “Should we uh… Should we maybe talk about why you’re here? Other than… that.”

“That?” He asked, his tone teasing enough that you knew he understood exactly what you meant. “Is ‘that’ what we’re calling it?”

You wouldn’t have thought your face could turn any redder, but apparently it could!

“I don’t know what we’re calling this,” You gestured between the two of you, “we can figure that out when the case is over. Right now I need to know what you came here to tell me.”

He chuckled softly, and brushed your hair back from your face. Then, checking to be sure you were shielded from the camera, he dropped a kiss to your forehead.

“I told you part of it already…” His smirk was going to stop your fucking heart, you were sure of it.

“Let’s just pretend you didn’t?” You suggested. Not wanting to admit that you’d forgotten because—well the why was pretty obvious.

He laughed again.

“That’s alright sweetheart. I’d probably forget too if I just came as hard as you did.” He murmured, his eyes were twinkling brighter than the goddamn stars you were sure.

You didn’t respond, instead you buried your face in his chest, hiding your embarrassment.

“Hey,” He murmured, tilting your face back up to his with his knuckle. “I was just teasing. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“I know.” You whispered, and to be honest you had completely zoned out again because somehow… somehow, he was even prettier from this angle.

“How much time do we have left?” He asked.

You glanced at the timer you’d set on the sound system.

“About thirty minutes so we better get on it.” You said and started to lift yourself off his lap, to be at least a little less distracted.

“You’re fine where you are.” He said, freezing you in your tracks.

“Okay.” You breathed, barely.

So you sat on his lap and let him hold you as he told you every little detail of the intel they had gotten since your last call.

Then he went over it with you again, and then quizzed you on it. Until he was absolutely certain that you knew it by heart.

And then the timer went off, stopping the music.

It startled you both and you sighed reluctantly as you peeled yourself off his lap.

He stood and followed you to the door, but before you opened it he caught your hand.

”Aaron?” You questioned, glancing at the camera that could now see and hear everything.

“Sorry, I thought you stumbled.” He said smoothly. “Are you going to be alright? If you’re dizzy, maybe you should take the rest of the night off?”

Translation: Are you gonna be alright if I leave? Cause I’m not sure I will. I will pull you out the second you give me the signal that you need help.

You smiled at him sweetly.

“No sugar, I’m fine. Just caught my heel on the floor.” You assured him. “Thanks for catching me.”

In non cryptic terms: I’ll be okay, I know you have my back and you won’t let me get hurt. I’m not scared.

He searched your eyes for a second and then nodded, approving of whatever he found in them. So you opened the door.

The sounds of the busy club rushed back in as he followed you out into the chaos.

“Hey Vixen!” A male voice called out.

You froze, fear running down your spine. Surely they hadn’t read into that, or saw what was happening. All the girls rode men’s laps like that, granted they didn’t finish, but the bouncers wouldn’t have known that because you literally get paid to act like you’re getting off on it too.

Hotch nudged you gently, effectively sending you back into motion.

“Yeah?” You called looking in the direction of the voice.

It was the same bouncer as before, heading your direction.

“Hey I forgot to tell you that the camera in room one is down tonight, got a short in a wire or something. I don’t know. But if you go back in there tonight, scream or something if you need help.” He said nonchalantly as if that was the most inconsequential thing he would ever say in his life.

To him it probably was

You, however, were pissed. You could’ve ridden a whole lot more than just Aaron’s thigh.

“Thanks.” You muttered, he nodded and walked away.

“Try not to look so upset, Sweetheart.” Hotch murmured in your ear, sending the warmth of his breath straight to your clit—which was suddenly throbbing again. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities for everything you’re thinking about as soon as we wrap this case. I’ll make sure of it.”

Then he was gone, before you even managed to turn around, lost in the crowd. You only saw the back of his head as he exited the club.

part 2

[zebarius]

✨Valentine's Day Special ✨

Who's going to break the news to Fox?

The thought's nice, I guess...

Which jawa do you claim as your fighter?

-

Who says love has to be only romantic? Share some wine with a friend. Give your grandmother some chocolates. Gift a flower to a stranger. Buy your dog a new toy. Leave food out for the stray cats. Scatter seed for the birds. Sometimes a little goes a long way!

Spread the love <3

I got my Grandma some of her favorite nuts to snack on today. She got me some chocolate. Somehow, in some hilarious twist of fate, both of us got something neither of us liked, so we ended up giving it all to my Grandpa who ended up with quite the snack hoard XD

[kenyummy]

so funny trying to see johnny try 2 be nonchalant after saying "special spider" like it was nothing... you are not fooling anyone boy... also wing girl mj?? bless her i love u mary jane.

+ which member of the batfam do you think reader is most likely to 'forgive'? like they dont seem to much like any of them, but who would u say is the least least favorite? -🍎

for your ask; assuming you're talking about spidey as the reader—they're not very inclined to "forgive" any of them, if that makes sense.

they don't really know any of the batfam, they just took the place of an already existing person and is now having to live their (pretty sad) life. while the fam are feeling mountains and loads of guilt for not being there for you, for not protecting you like they should've—

in reality, it was really your fault you were shot in the first place. you sensed the bullet and could've dodged it easily, but then it would've hit the man in front of you, and you couldn't have let that happen. you're just not that type of person

but they don't know that—they think you had just become victim to the evils and horrors of gotham and you need to be coddled so this never happens again!!!

in general, spidey doesn't really feel anything toward the fam. they think they're all pretty big assholes from how they act toward both them and dc!reader (as far as they can tell from the diaries and hundreds upon hundreds of messages left on delivered), but it's not spideys place to forgive them, so they kind of just never will.

and that's what drives them REALLY nuts because they're really trying their hardest and yet its like you want nothing to do with them!!! (you really just donr want to talk to them bc you have bigger problems to worry about; but they don't know that).

they have a soft spot for kids (which will play a part in the future story) and every spider is good with kids, so by default damian would probably be the easiest for spidey to like. (chapter 4 watch out for him hegfhehehe)

HOWEVER if we're talking about dc!reader, it's probably either dick or jason (talking about sibling/parent family, so no babs, steph, kate kane, luke fox etc.) as they did have a very strong bond with them until jason died.

it's less because they did the least to dc!reader and more because they simply just want the love of their two oldest brothers back—still craving the care they used to get that was robbed of them so unfairly.

anddd OMGGG chapter 2 johnny thinks he's slick... he is not!!! everyone and their mother knows... the serial playboy flirt hasn't been serial playboy flirting for the past couple months... and he's been giving this weird spider googly eyes... I wonder... 🤔🤔🤔🤔

he's so whipped for spidey and deep down he knows he is obvious as HELL and he punches himself mentally every time he says something that shows his genuine feelings (he thinks its corny as hell). don't worry, spidey will get it one day!

mj the only wingwoman ever!!! being an unofficial third wheel is just as bad, if not worse, than being an actual one—she's tired of seeing you two pine; just make out already!!! geez, with all those fancy parties you both go to, you'd think a pair would find a storage closet at some point.

THANK YOU SM 🍎🍎🍎🍎 THIS WAS SO FUN TO ANSWER ☆☆☆

[ivy-elle]

Winter in Snezhnaya

Scaramouche x gn Reader

Scenario: You accompanied him to Snezhnaya, but much to Scaramouche's dismay, a certain ginger harbinger has come along as well. And the familiarity between him and you is testing Scaramouche's last nerves.

The Zapolyarny Palace towers behind you in all its imposing might, radiating glory and power. Somewhere within its walls, Scaramouche is trapped in yet another assembly with the other harbingers, while you are out here, walking along the edge of the winter forest.

Though you’ve accompanied Scara down to Snezhnaya and are a welcomed guest in the Tsaritsa’s palace during your stay, you find yourself turning restless rather quickly.

It’s obviously cold as shit up here, and darkness falls early, but as you stroll along the icy path, the moonlight reflects off the snow, making your surroundings shimmer like something straight out of a fairy tale.

Suddenly, a fox approaches you, showing no signs of fear or reserve. That’s another curious thing you’ve noticed around here, just how unusually amiable the animals are.

You rummage through the pockets of your coat, pulling out some nuts you’ve been carrying for that exact reason. You toss them into the snow in front of the fox.

The snow crunches as you kneel down to watch the animal feed on its newfound food in delight. Like it is used being fed in this city and knows exactly where to get what it wants.

“You’re going to spoil the wildlife if you keep on feeding every stray you come across!”

At the sound of his voice, you rise back from the ground, turning to see Scaramouche approaching. He stops a few feet in front of you, hands stuffed into his winter coat, the harbinger sigil prominently displayed.

“You’re already done for today?” You ask, giving him a subtle once-over.

Scaramouche crosses his arms and clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Fortunately, that was the last assembly for a while. One more day with these morons, and I promise, heads will be rolling.”

His eyes shift to the fox on the ground before they settle back on you. He raises an eyebrow. “Are you really so keen on catching a cold for the sake of some mutt?”

“It’s a fox, first of all,” you defend both yourself and the animal, unfazed by his demeanor. “And second, don’t pretend like you weren’t making eyes at that stray cat on our balcony last night.”

He scoffs, disdain evident on his face. “Yeah, of course. Seems like the cold ist really getting to your head.”

Not feeling particularly defeatist today, you decide to drop the subject (because you know exactly what you saw) and change the topic. “When will we go back home, then?”

But before Scara even opens his mouth, another jolly voice joins you. “Home already? What a shame!”

You can practically feel Scaramouche's whole demeanor dropping with irritation, rivaling the frigid temperatures. “Someone, have mercy on me,” he mutters darkly under his breath as Childe approaches you both.

Childe is wearing a suspiciously wide grin on his face as he deliberately ignores Scaramouche and puts his entire attention on you instead. “You should stay a few more days and enjoy Her Majesty’s hospitality to the fullest. I promise, you’ll love it.”

Scara’s jaw tightens at the familiarity between the both of you and if he weren’t bundled in his coat, you would be able to see a pulsing vein on his neck. “Shouldn't you be busy mopping the Tsarita’s ballroom or something, Childe?”

The 11th harbinger shoots him a grin. “Why, and miss all the fun of bidding you guys goodbye? You wound me.”

Then the ginger’s focus shifts back to you, making Scramouche’s eyebrow successfully twitch. “Truly, y/n, your absence will be felt not only by the hungry animals around here but I too will miss your lovely presence. What a joy it is to witness you making our balladeer here hot and bothered in a way I’m not quite used to seeing.”

You frown, but amusement twinkles in your eyes nevertheless, being used to his antics. “Thanks, Childe. It was very nice to see Snezhnaya for myself.”

“You’re welcome here anytime, my dear.” Childe chuckles, placing a friendly hand on your shoulder, but that’s when whatever little patience Scaramouche had left drains away for good. He steps in between you, his gaze deadly and fixed. “Touch them again, and I’ll end you.”

A bold, delighted laugh escapes Childe, clearly aware of the effect his words and actions have on his comrade. He lifts his hands in defeat. “Ahh, finally! I’d love a good fight with you, my friend.”

Scaramouche lets out a dry chuckle, but there’s no humor in his eyes. His fingers twitch, ready for some action. “It’s on then. I’ve been waiting for this day for long enough.”

Meanwhile, you have to suppress a groan. This has been going on all week, them breathing down each other’s neck the whole bloody time. How do these people even get any work done with the way they hate each other’s guts?

You step to the side, Scara’s eyes immediately following you. But you put on a mock-serious face, clasping your hands together. “What a fabulous idea, boys! We can finally settle this like the big grown adults we are, right? You do that - but if you’ll excuse me, I'm heading back to my warm, comfy bed.”

“Don’t you worry.” Childe laughs, amusement dancing in his eyes. “We’re just messing around, isn’t that right, Scaramouche?”

A cold smile spreads across your lover’s face as he regards Childe with a deadly look. “No, please, go on. Keep testing me. See how far it gets you.”

“Now, don’t sound so detesting; I might start to think you don’t like me.”

“Sucks to be you, then, doesn’t it.”

Childe responds to that with nothing more than a shit-eating grin. He turns to you, his face smug, and you can basically feel the headache forming.

“Write to me, alright? And keep me updated on what Mr. Sunshine over here is up to. I barely get to see him these days.” He begins to step back towards the city entrance, but not without shooting you one last wink. “Too occupied with his honeymoon phase, huh?”

“I’m gonna murder you.”

You gently grab Scara’s hand, in an attempt to ground him - or to stop him from causing the Tsaritsa to lose yet another Harbinger.

And he does stay by your side. His fingers soothingly tracing along your wrist before slipping between your own. He turns to you, his anger still radiating from him, but upon seeing your amused look, he scoffs and looks away.

“You’re in way over your head.”

“Am I?” You muse. “Or is someone a bit possessive because of Childe as of now?”

He locks eyes with you, daring you to continue.

“What? Now i can’t tease you after having to suffer through your constant bickering with each other our entire time here?”

“We weren’t-” he starts, but clearly thinks better of it and sighs, a hand running through his hair in annoyance.

“You were saying something about a bed?”

“Mhm. Want to share?”

“You better.”

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs are so appreciated

[stealthetrees]

So this is more of an AU of the fandom AU where the Coruscant Guard live in a shitty run down building that’s falling apart. But Commander Fox finds this unacceptable so he clears out a warehouse used for storage and builds a shiny new headquarters. The original building they fix up, but only the lobby, a couple offices, and the med bay so troopers on senate duty can stay there due to its proximity to the senate building. Their new building they can go nuts with, adding all sorts of stuff that they arnt allowed to have.

An entire room is filled with tv monitors so they can slice into security cameras around the planet and see everything. They get a nice rec room, an area for the engineers to play around with ideas, even an office for the medics to make you talk about your feelings. A server room is dedicated solely to storing and orgonizing blackmail collected on pretty much everyone worth mentioning on Coruscant.

But after one secret building, what’s another? Areas of strategic importance are carefully chosen and a new headquarters is established nearby. They are each given code names. The original building is still Headquarters, the new main building is the Barracks. The Office is where they run intelligence and investigations from. IT Department is next to the industrial district. The Kennals are much lower than some of their other buildings, a small station set up to monitor the rancor infestation (Thorn moves down there to become a cowboy after he “dies” on Scipio). The Lobby is set in the lower civilian levels as a way to help the people who arnt rich enough to bribe politicians into getting what they want. The Med Bay started as just somewhere for big surgeries, physical therapy and prosthetics, but which the “generous donations” they acquire it grows into a hospital for civilians as well, completely free, and they start hiring nat born doctors, surgeons and nurses while paying them well and proving a great work environment. Adding a therapist office helped a lot of troopers as well.

The system takes a long time to build and works perfectly. Until Fox figures out Palpatine is a Sith. It’s not actually world shattering news, but it does give him a panic attack after realizing Palpatine though Fox already knew, because he had threatened the chancellor with a slug thrower instead of a blaster. Through questions to his batch mates with Jedi generals he learns that Sith can influence people’s minds and decides that in order for the clone rights bill to pass Palpatine needs to die.

And die he does. The rest of the conservative senators are swayed by a mix of blackmail, bribes, and bomb threats. The bill does pass, and most of them are instantly arrested for sentient rights violations, assault, and various other crimes because government property can’t serve as a witness in a civilian court of law.

The timing of all this could not be worse, as two of Fox’s batch mates where on planet, Cody and Wolffe, and they loved to stick their noses in his business. Which means when a lot of Corries are injured in the fight with the senate guards and private security while trying to make arrests, Cody and Wolffe help get them back to Headquarters, because it’s much closer than the Barracks. But Headquarters has a very small med bay because so few troopers use it. So they are over crowded and run out of bacta.

Also Cody gets turned around in the hallway and discovers how bad the rest of the building is. So Fox has a choice to make. He grabs Cody and Wolffe and drags them outside and back to the GAR barracks while texting Thire and telling him he has an hour and a half to make Headquarters look lived in. Then Fox opens a one way comm line with every Corrie so they can keep the story straight as he answers his brothers questions.

Fox commits to the bit so hard they believe the Guard is suffering horribly from abuse and budget cuts while in reality they just steal money from what ever rich person they have the freshest blackmail from. He could just tell them all the illegal things he’s been up to, but Fox would rather die than tell someone more than they needed to know.

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☁︎ sleepy head 💤

── .✦ nanami x gn!reader

one shot. sfw. fluff. bedtime stories. the gruffalo <3 (my favourite childhood book), cg/l kind of but it doesn’t have to be read that way. stuffies. petnames.

⤷ you ask nanami to read you a bedtime story. he complies of course.

a/n: i’m sleepy and i want nanami to put me to bed. also you don’t have to imagine it as cg/l if you don’t want to ofc <3

masterlists

*

You’re on your knees browsing through the bookshelf that stands in you and Nanami’s shared room. You scan through then, searching through your favourite childhood books.

“Have you found it yet?” Nanami asks, buttoning up his night shirt.

“Uh-hm.” You hum a negative. “Ugh, where’d did I put it…?”

“What did I tell you about putting things back where—“”

“Oh! Here it is!”

You find the book, ‘The Gruffalo’ tucked at the very back of the bookshelf, almost completely hidden from view if you didn’t look hard enough.

“Alright then.” Nanami said, swallowing down a yawn. “Come here, angel.”

You dash over to the king-sized bed, book in hand, tumbling onto the bed and promptly bouncing worryingly high.

Nanami fumbles around briefly. He lets out an amused huff. “One day you’re going to twist your ankle doing that.”

“Don’t put that in the air.” You scold.

Smiling softly, he takes the book from your hand and lifts his arm, prompting you to snuggle up close to him. You rest your head on his chest, feeling a rush of affection go through you. You felt so safe and protected in his embrace. Such feelings almost overwhelmed you sometimes.

When you are both in a comfortable position, he opens the book. He rests it in between the both of you.

Before he speaks, you ask, “Oh! Can you do the voices too? Please?”

He sighs, looking down at you with fake exasperation. “Well, it wouldn’t be the same without them, would it?”

You shake your head and he shakes his head back at you, pecking you on the nose causing you to giggle.

“Read it, Kenny!”

Nanami gets to reading.

You can’t help but smile. Nanami reads so well. The low, soft timber of his voice is pleasant, like hot coco running down your throat, the smell of coffee being brewed in the morning, the rich, strong wood of a mahogany table in an antique store. It rumbles within your body like the gentlest earthquake there ever was.

And yes, his voices are perfect. He elongates his vowels and his voice takes on a sinister edge when speaking as the fox; uses a meek, high-pitched tone when he is the little mouse; an overly sophisticated one, using unnecessarily long words with his imitation the owl; puts emphasis on the letter ‘s’ when he voices the snake, making you laugh loudly into the relative quietness of the room.

“SsWhereSs AreSs Ssyou goingSs Ssto, littleSs brown Ssmouse?” He reads.

Nanami puts on a scary, deep grumble of a voice when he imitates the gruffalo, and you’re almost embarrassed to be a little bit scared of the gruffalo, just like you were when you were a kid. You nuzzle your face into Nanami’s chest.

“Too scary? He whispers.

You smile, suddenly shy. “Only a little.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologises with a kiss to your temple. “I’ll make it better.”

Nanami proceeds with a lighter tone, going above and beyond to make you cackle, adding his own comments just to see the way your eyes crinkle and sparkle with delight.

You eyes begin to falter towards the end of the book. It wasn’t even that long - you suppose you didn’t realise how tired you really were.

“All was quiet in the deep dark wood. The mouse found a nut and the nut was good.”

As Nanami finishes, he realises you are near fast asleep, eyes lidded and droopy.

He closes the book and puts it down on the bedside table. “It’s past someone’s bedtime, huh?”

“Hmm.” You hum. “Say goodnight to teddy.”

“Oh, right. How could I forget.”

Nanami leans over your body and kisses the top of the plushies head. “Goodnight, Mr Teddy.”

You smile, pleased and your heart warms with immense affection.

Nanami kisses your head, too. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“G’night, Kenny…” You slur.

Before you notice, you’re drifting off into a mindless, heavy sleep, curled up in the arms of your lover, with the largest grin plastered across your face.

*

a/n: if you haven’t read the gruffalo then you should <3

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them as hybrids, TXT.

featuring — txt members x gn!reader ( masterlist )

summary — headcanons of what hybrids the txt boys would be and how they act around you!

contents — fluff, cute hybrid boys, no warnings.

soobin ✿ bunny hybrid

⟶ gentle aura: as a rabbit hybrid, soobin is soft-spoken and exudes calmness, putting everyone around him at ease. ⟶ loves quiet spaces: prefers cozy, quiet environments where he can relax and feel safe (preferably with/near you). ⟶ alert to surroundings: his long bunny ears twitch at the slightest noise, making him hyper-aware of his environment. ⟶ loyal companion: soobin thrives in close-knit relationships, showing loyalty and care to you from the moment you took him in. ⟶ shy at first: he can be a bit timid, and needed time to be completely comfortable with you, but soon became inseparable. ⟶ cares deeply: will hold you tight and nudge you gently with his nose when he senses if you’re upset, offering silent comfort. ⟶ herbivore diet: snacks constantly on vegetables, fruits, and leafy greens, always offering to share. ⟶ fast reflexes: despite his calm demeanor, he’s quick on his feet when startled by any noise around the house. ⟶ loves cuddles: enjoys being petted behind the ears, or burying his face in your stomach and will nuzzle into you for affection. ⟶ burrow maker: has a habit of building cozy nests out of blankets and pillows in your bed and will only sleep with you.

yeonjun ✿ fox hybrid

⟶ playfully mischievous: as a fox hybrid, yeonjun loves teasing and pulling harmless pranks, enjoying your reactions and expressions. ⟶ clever and strategic: known for his wit, he often cunningly makes you spend extra time with him and keeps you wrapped around his finger. ⟶ charming personality: his fox-like smirk and sparkling eyes make him irresistibly charming and impossible to say no to. ⟶ protective nature: yeonjun becomes fiercely protective of you, and rarely even leaves you alone around the house. ⟶ night owl: prefers being active at night, with boundless energy after sunset which he often spends watching you sleep. ⟶ pride in appearance: frequently grooms himself and uses expensive hybrid products to ensure his fur is sleek and shiny. ⟶ loves adventures: enjoys exploring new places wherever you live and discovering hidden spots with you. ⟶ playful pouncing: has a habit of pouncing on you playfully when excited, catching you off guard. ⟶ eats like a gourmet: has a preference for rich, flavorful foods and often “borrows” snacks from you. ⟶ soft underneath: despite his bold demeanor, yeonjun seeks cuddles and reassurance when feeling vulnerable which is everyday.

beomgyu ✿ squirrel hybrid

⟶ energetic and playful: beomgyu is always moving, chattering excitedly and sitting perched on high counters and furniture. ⟶ hoarding habit: stashes away small trinkets and snacks in the most unexpected places out of habit. ⟶ social butterfly: thrives in group settings, especially when you bring friends over, always liking being the center of attention. ⟶ playfully annoying: loves poking, randomly nuzzling and teasing you just to see you smile or roll your eyes. ⟶ curious nature: investigates everything with a bright-eyed enthusiasm, often getting into minor mischief. ⟶ quick reflexes: beomgyu is agile and fast, he darts around with squirrel-like precision and often helps you cook. ⟶ fluffy tail pride: takes immense pride in his fluffy tail, often flaunting it with a cheeky grin and brushing it on your face at times. ⟶ loves snacks: always munching on nuts, seeds, or snacks, and loves sharing them with you by forcefully popping them in your lips. ⟶ cuddly when tired: after expending his energy, he curls up beside you, seeking warmth, cuddles and affection. ⟶ cheeky charm: his playful antics are balanced by his heartfelt moments of affection, making him impossible to stay mad at.

taehyun ✿ cat hybrid

⟶ independent streak: taehyun values his space but loves being near you too. you often wake up to him in your bed despite him going to sleep in a different room. ⟶ sharp intellect: as a cat hybrid, his analytical mind is always working, observing everything around him curiously. ⟶ silent protector: keeps a close eye on you from afar when you do tasks he deems dangerous (like cooking?), stepping in only when necessary which is every time he sees you handling knives. ⟶ selective affection: chooses when and where to show his love, making his rare cuddles all the more special not counting the times he nuzzles and hugs you while you sleep shhh you can never know. ⟶ picky eater: has refined tastes like expensive fish and specific meat cuts, and turns his nose up at anything subpar. ⟶ agile and graceful: moves with cat-like precision, rarely making a noise, so he startles you often because you don’t see him coming. ⟶ loves warm spots: seeks out sunlight or warm corners to nap in, often dragging you along. ⟶ playful bouts: engages in bursts of playful energy, chasing after strings or playfully batting at your hands and chasing you sometimes. ⟶ subtle comfort: rubs his head against you and scents at your neck when he senses you’re upset, offering quiet solace. ⟶ protective of his territory: gets defensive if he feels someone is intruding on your relationship, his sharp gaze a clear warning.

huening kai ✿ puppy hybrid

⟶ excitable and happy: huening kai’s tail wags quickly whenever he sees you, his joy infectious and unashamed. ⟶ loves attention: always seeks your approval and thrives on your praise for even the smallest things, so ends up being helpful around the house. ⟶ playful and clumsy: frequently trips over his own feet during his enthusiastic antics, laughing it off with a grin. ⟶ loyal companion: kai stays by your side no matter what, always eager to cheer you up and make you laugh. ⟶ adventurous spirit: loves exploring and experiencing new things with you, holding your hand tight and bounding ahead with excitement. ⟶ cuddly by nature: enjoys curling up beside you whether in public or private, resting his head on your lap or shoulder. ⟶ eats anything: has a big appetite for food and enjoys sharing snacks, often begging with puppy eyes for extras. ⟶ big heart: comforts you in the sweetest ways, like gently licking your hand or leaning against you when you’re down. ⟶ protective instinct: stands in front of you, growling softly if he senses any threat, his ears tilted back. ⟶ endearing clinginess: follows you around, never wanting to be far from your side, his affection limitless. * bonus: he calls you like ten times from your home phone when you’re out, reminding you that he’s at home and he misses you.

notes: the hybrid trope is my favorite ever! tell me if you guys want to see me headcanon other groups!

[endereies]

MERCH DROP - CS

No Nut November - Day 30

NNN Masterlist...

-➤ You and Chris decide to announce your relationship through a merch drop

for: @issysh3ll

Merch releases weere reasonably often for the triplets, having them during any holiday or milestone. With their growth, they became more professional and personal to them. A lot of them were in relation to videos they did or even inside jokes between them. Nick would do his own themed drops for space camp, varying in themes. Chris, however, tended to follow a familiar pattern. His love for deer and his logo was printed on every article he sent out. This time, it was slightly different.

“Chris, you messaged me? What’s up?” You sauntered into the living room, staring at the messages Chris sent you only a few minutes ago. Once you placed it in your back pocket, you looked up to finally see what it was about.

“Look at them!” Chris grips a hoodie from a box and lifts it to his chest. The fabric was made from a dark burgundy colour that made the white lettering stand out. It was one you had specifically requested when you and him sat down to gather ideas.

A soft gasp leaves your mouth as you hold a hoodie from the box next to the other. It was a classic black shade with an oval printed on the chest. It had the words ‘Fresh Love’ on top of two printed cans. One of the cans was an obvious Pepsi can while the other was your favourite drink. “These are perfect, all of them look so cute.”

“Want to see my favourite one?” Before you could mutter a reply, a shirt gets uncovered showing a deer and a fox next to each other, presented like his spotlight tee from a previous drop. Both of the animals were looking at each other, not focusing on anything else. It reminded you of how you each act together.

“This is a good idea, right?” the idea of releasing the news to all the fans had been playing with your mind from day one. How would they react? Would they hate on you? What would-

“I’m ready if you are, I don’t want to hide my relationship with you just because some of the ‘fans’ are jealous of what they were never going to get.” He rolled his eyes playfully before attempting to fold the clothes neatly in the boxes.

“Neither do I, I don’t want to hide anything. It sucks when you are all filming, and I have dedicate my time with you around that.”

“It’s not the fans who matter, it’s us, okay?” With the added reassurance, you nodded meekly.

Then he quickly smirked and grabbed your hand and phone simultaneously. Without processing it, your hand instinctively wrapped around his, your new nails clearly on show. He snapped a photo of the merch with both your hands in the bottom left corner. A quick blush covered your cheeks as he immediately added it to his Instagram story, tagging his brands. He didn’t tag you purposefully for the build up.

He shrugged, placing his phone back on the table. “Don’t mean we can’t tease em back.”

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