#hiya everybody!

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

why does he have to be so cute

[rezwrites]

Hiya! Can you please write fem reader x Rio where Y/N gets possessed during the trial by her dead evil mother (similar to Agatha) and others want to punish her too, and Rio is the only one who protects her? Later she calms her down too, when reader is back to normal

Here you go!

Warnings: thoughts of stabbing

Everyone was gathered around the ouija board fingers on the planchette. The air grew heavy with an otherworldly energy. A round of questions go by with no answer until Teen asks, “what do you want?”

Everybody looks puzzled when the planchette spells out punish. Everyone’s voices rise up questioning if someone was moving the planchette, overlapping each other.

“Stop it, enough,” you take a deep breath, speaking up, “who do you want to punish?”

The planchette started moving across the board erratically spelling your name repeatedly. Your heart sinks as feel everybody looking at you, Rio keeping her eyes on you gauging your reaction.

Yanking your hands away as if the planchette burned you. You walked to the middle of the room trying to prevent yourself from hyperventilating. Everyone agreed on what had to be done to pass the trial, moving towards you with various ideas to punish you.

“Don’t touch her!” Rio puts herself between you and the rest of the coven, knife in her hand. Overcome by the malevolent presence of a spirit, you feel an eerie chill crawl up your spine as you fall to your knees.

The lights go out as supernatural screams fill the room, objects flying everywhere. Realizing you’ve disappeared everyone grabs a light, Rio frantically looking for you, “where is she?”

You came out of no where snarling, acting erratically. Everybody panics not knowing what do when you start attacking all of them.

Lilia finds the breaker switching the lights on, all the noise and objects stopped. Snapping out of your trance you back yourself against the wall by the television, as an apparition manifests on the wooden stairs.

The ghost of your mother appears. Rio’s face twists in clear disgust, putting her knife away knowing there’s nothing she could do against a ghost even if she wants to stab your mother a thousand times.

“Leave her with me. She needs to learn what it means to be a true witch.” You mother tries convincing then to leave you behind.

“No! no way. Just because she isn’t selfish or power-hungry like you doesn’t mean she isn’t a true witch. If anything her punishment was having a mother like you trying to corrupt her every step of her life, in order to use her as a weapon.” Rio rants to your mother, cursing her name. The second it leaves her mouth, every regressed memory and feeling came bubbling to the surface.

The path to the road opens up, Rio signals to the others to go on ahead, that you two will catch up. She runs to you, kneeling beside you. You kept her at arms distance, “I’m fine, really.”

Rio shook her head in disbelief, “I know you aren’t. Don’t brush this off like it’s nothing.”

“I was terrified, okay?! And so angry,” you take a breath attempting to steady yourself, “I thought I was okay after all this time but after seeing her, all the trauma she put me through I just wanted to-” choking up on your words your magic flickered around your fingertips, diminishing when you curled your hands into fists.

Rio slid her arms around you, pulling you into her embrace wanting nothing more to never let you go. She tucked your head under her chin as you break down in her arms, clinging tightly to her torso. She rubs your back as you sob, “You’re doing the best you can, that’s all anyone can ask of you. Take your time, I’m right here.”

[hees-mine]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, choking, mirror sex, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, lots of cursing.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 🎧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

It’s Halloween night, and you’re supposed to be going to a party with your best friend, and he has yet to show up.

You sigh, and you almost cancel your plans with him because he always did this shit only to make it up to you later with all your favorite snacks and trips out to the movies or the mall.

You wonder how the hell a person could always be so late, like all the time, especially during big holidays. It’s like he’d purposefully do it just to piss you off.

Truth is, he did do it on purpose, not to piss you off but just so he could have an excuse to take you out and buy you stuff all the time cause he had the biggest fattest crush on you. Little did he know you’d drop everybody in a heartbeat for him anyway cause you, too, had the biggest, fattest crush on him, but of course, neither of you said anything because you didn’t want to “RuiN tHe fRieNdsHip.”

Just as you were about to go to the party without him, you heard a knock on the door, and since you were standing right in front of it, you immediately answered, making him nearly jump out of his shoes. “Hiya, y/n!” he waved to you with the fake knife he had gotten along with his costume.

Before you could even yell at him for showing up thirty minutes later than he said he would, the breath got knocked straight out of you when you saw his costume choice.

Why on earth, out of everyone and everything he could have chosen to be, he picked fucking ghost face? Maybe you should cancel your plans after all cause that mask was your weakness, and it didn’t help that out of all people, he was wearing it.

“I don’t get a hi?” he pouted, but you couldn’t see because of his mask.

He frowns at your silence, and maybe he took the whole being late thing a little too far, especially cause he knew this was your favorite holiday. “Look, y/n, I’m really sorry.” he drops his head and quickly lifts it back up. “But I’ll make it up to you. I swear I will. You know I always do.”

Coming out of your lust-induced trance, you snatch up the crown from your lampstand, putting on the final touch to your costume before brushing past him at the door. You were fucking furious at him, but surprisingly this time, it wasn’t because he was late. It was because he had managed to make you fucking wet within just a few minutes of seeing him.

Thanks fucking lee heeseung.

“Your princess costume looks great, by the way,” he compliments you, nearly tripping over his own costume on the way to his car.

He goes to grab the door for you, but you brush him off and do it yourself. You weren’t trying to be mean to him, but the farther away you could be from him, the better.

Arriving at the party, you quickly enter without him getting lost in the big crowd and head straight for the kitchen to get yourself a drink or two or maybe even fucking three because of that sexy bastard of a friend of yours.

Heeseung wandered around the party for about half an hour without you, giving you some time to cool off. The party was dead without you, so he went on a very short search, finding you alone in the kitchen and dealing with your inner turmoil and the never-ending dampness in your panties. Thanks to heeseung, your whole night was ruined completely.

He sits down next to you dejectedly and awkwardly taps his foot. “I’m sorry, y/n, I really am” You shift away from him, and he just scoots his chair closer and fucking finally, he lifts his mask up, but somehow that just made everything ten times worse cause for a moment, you forgot just how fucking attractive your best friend is, and now the arousal in the pit of your stomach and the constant throbbing between your legs just got increasingly worse.

“Heeseung, it’s fine. I’m not mad,” you say, attempting to get him to go back to the party and leave you to suffer alone.

“You are,” he says matter of factly.

“I’m not,” you say with a tone that definitely tells him you’re angry or at least agitated.

“Y/n,” he whines. “What can I do?” He turns to you, looking at you with all seriousness, yet you can’t focus cause all you want is for him to bend you over the sink in the nearest bathroom and fuck you from behind while you both watch the sinful act you commit.

“Nothing,” you say and get up to leave, but he quickly grabs your wrist softly, pulling you to sit back down next to him.

“Come on, don’t try and play me. There’s definitely something you want, and I promise I’ll do it just so you won’t be mad at me anymore,” he pleads with you desperately. If there’s one thing your best friend hated, it was you being angry or upset with him.

“It’s really okay, hee.” you try to leave, but your feet stay glued to the ground cause his offer would get you exactly what you’ve wanted all night, but you couldn’t do that just to fulfill a fantasy of yours. He was still your friend at the end of the day, and friends don’t do all the things you wanted him to do to you and vice versa.

“You sure?” I’ll really do anything you ask.” he was really making this so hard, but you tried to stay strong for however long that would be.

“Yes, hee, just dance with me.”

So dancing was probably the worst idea mainly because every time he’d ask you something, he’d have to lean in and say it in your ear, and it didn’t help how deep and breathy his voice sounded with that mask on, not to mention he was a little bit more touchy with you tonight or maybe it just felt that way cause how turned on you were that his slightest touch could make you wet.

“Y/n, you’re not okay,” he sighed and dragged you back to the kitchen. You were barely even dancing, and you were completely zoned out. Every single last one of his questions fell on deaf ears.

“You’re right, hee I’m not okay, let’s just go home.” If you didn’t get out of there, you were one thousand percent sure you’d do something you’d regret in the morning, and there was not even close to being enough alcohol in either of your systems to blame your stupidity on.

“No! We can’t leave. You’ve been waiting all year for this. Are you crazy?!” You know, one thing that made you fall for heeseung was his consideration for you, but right now, you despised him for it. “There’s gotta be something I can do” There he goes back to that shit and you know what? That was the last straw you gave in. You couldn’t help it. The way his hand felt in yours, the wetness in your underwear, and the mask was all too much.

“Fine, you wanna know what you can do?” He nodded eagerly, and you could tell that he had that stupid little excited smile that you loved so much on his face from the way he nodded his head so enthusiastically. “You can take me to that empty bathroom over there, bend me over the sink fuck me senseless while you make me watch, all while wearing your costume.”

You hated that he was wearing a mask even more now because you couldn’t see his face, and you couldn’t tell if he was judging you or disgusted by your filthy request but judging by how quickly he gripped your hand and led you to the bathroom you assumed he must have been down with the idea too even though you were expecting him to say no.

As soon as he heard what you said and it registered, his eyes darkened with lust, and truth be fucking told, he can’t say he didn’t fantasize about fucking you like this one too many times during his late-night jerking-off sessions.

What can he say? He was kinky, and to his luck you were, too.

He quickly locked the door, creeping up behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder while he caged you between the sink and his firm body.

You were already burning with excitement. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt this impatient for anything in your whole entire life. Not even Halloween night made you this excited, and that was saying a lot cause it was your favorite holiday.

He was just as impatient as you, and even though your guy's first time together was gonna be like this in some janky bathroom with a flickering light, neither of you could wait. It’s been years of pent-up longing and desire for each other, and this moment was not going to go to waste.

Pressing down on the small of your back, he bent you over the sink just how you wanted it. Gripping onto the sink to stable yourself, you could already feel his hardened bulge on your ass, making you whine in anticipation.

He placed his hands over yours, rutting his hard-on against your butt teasingly.

“Hee-“ he spanked your ass hard before you could even beg him to do anything to you. He slipped his hands under your dress, yanking down your panties and hiking up your little princess dress revealing the absolute obscene amount of leak dripping from your hole.

“Fuck baby, how long have you been like this? You’re fucking dripping” he gathers the string of wetness from your hole with his index finger, pressing it against your core and pushing it back in with his digit, fucking it into you nice and slowly.

“S-since y-you came over,” you admit shamelessly as you watch him stare at your wet pussy in the mirror while he fingers you.

“Shit, princess, should have told me sooner” Your eyes roll in your head at the sound of his voice filling your ears, and that alone makes you clench around him like a needy whore. “Want another?” He asks, seeing you take his first finger with flying colors which he expected nothing less from how fucking soaked you were for him.

“Mmh, yes, hee.” You were already gone by this point, legs shaking, and he’s barely even touched you. You felt pathetic, but you were living out your wildest fantasy with your best friend, who you also have a crush on, and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Obliging your request, he took out his first finger and added his two middle digits, pumping you full of his long, thick fingers.

You dropped your head down, looking between your legs and biting on your lip from the feeling. You moaned at the view of his finger fucking your pussy from the back. “Nuh uh, princess eyes up here.” he grips a handful of your hair, forcing you to look at him in the mirror. “There you go,” he says, sickeningly sweet.

With the way your water logging his fingers, he can only assume that you’re ready to take him, but for good measure, he curls his fingers up, hitting your spot over and over again til your hands turn white from gripping the sink so hard. “Hee I’m gonna cum!” You moan lewdly as his finger pads fuck your spongy walls.

“Cum princess, know you been wanting to all night,” he grunts when your walls spasm around him, and he can’t wait to feel you gripping on his dick just like that. “So fucking beautiful,” he says while ruining your glossy cunt until your whole body is shaking in absolute pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You squeak, eyes rolling into your head as the sight of him behind you makes you lose your fucking mind.

He chuckles darkly, loving the way you’re so turned on that you couldn’t care less about how absolutely fucking shameless you look right now, desperately rocking back on him to feel every inch of his fingers inside you.

He bends down to whisper in your ear, barely even giving you time to finish creaming his fingers. “Want me to fuck you now, my pretty little princess?”

“Yes!” You scream in desperation, walls clenching harshly around his fingers as your first orgasm withers away.

“Fuck” he grits through his teeth, releasing his grip on you and standing upright to pull his jeans down in a needy manner.

He pulls down his underwear clothes pulling around his feet as he slots his cock between your ass cheeks, hissing from the minimal contact.

You nearly choked on your spit when you felt his hot length on your ass, and you already knew he was huge. It was shameless of you, but you looked at your friend's dick print one too many times. “Put it in, hee, please fuck me!”

“As you wish,” he grabs the base of his girth, his thick cock head splitting you right in two as his precum stains your entrance and your tight walls. “Fuck princess, so fucking needy and wet for my cock” he grunts, setting a rough pace from the start, his hips smacking against yours every time he brims you over.

“Fuck yes,” you sigh in pleasure as his shaft relieves that aching tension in your walls that you felt for the last hour.

“Feels good?” You try to answer him, but you can’t stop moaning, and you’re thankful the music outside was so loud. Otherwise, the whole party would know that you’re getting railed in the bathroom by your best friend in a ghost face costume. “Look at you,” he looms over you, cheek pressed against yours as he pants over and over again fucking into your tight wet cunt. “So needy for my fucking cock” he groaned, moving his hand from your hip to press you into his body, sneaking his other hand up to your throat, adding slight pressure.

You choked slightly, eyes going crossed as your mouth hung open, drool spilling past your swollen, bitten lips as he drilled you from the back, his thick tip hitting you in all the right spots. “Fuck hee, love your cock so much. Feels so fucking good” You gasp for air as you continue to babble out downright filthy sentences that make his cock twitch.

“Like my cock fucking you deep, your little cunt has been craving it, yeah? Just been hungry for me all night” he pulled back a bit to give you one hard thrust sending you forward on the sink, your princess crown hanging on for dear life as he fucked you completely senseless.

“Y-yes hee s-seung fuck!” His hold is the only thing that kept you upright cause your legs had turned to mush the moment he started fucking you.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” He whimpers beside your head. “W-where do you want it?”

“Inside!” You beg.

You didn’t even have to tell him twice. “Fuck y/n, please cum on my cock fuck!” he reached around, rubbing your swollen clit tipping you over the edge nearly right away. “That’s it, cream on this fucking dick.”

“Oh, heeseung fuck!” You lose all your strength In your body as he holds you up fucking you like a rag doll beating your cunt with his cock til you’re screaming his name so loud that someone’s almost bound to hear.

“Want my cum, y/n?” He asks, snapping his hips against your ass roughly.

“Yes,” you cry out, eyes trained on him in the mirror as he tightens the hold around your neck, nearly making you pass out from the many different sensations you were feeling.

“Yeah? Princess, take my cum” he moans, pressing you against the counter as his hips stutter, and he sloppily gives you the best back shots you’ve ever taken as he fills up your spent cunt with his cream pumping you full of thick hot spurts, of cum. “Fuck!” He curses as he gets another orgasm from you, and you lock his cock in your tight clenching pussy, taking every last drop of his leak.

“Fuck yes, heeseung! Yes, yes, yes,” you chant over and over again, his cock still restlessly destroying your walls until the end of your orgasms.

He leans down over you, panting breathlessly, trying not to pass out from the pleasure and lack of oxygen due to the mask he was wearing. “Hmm,” he gulps and gives your hips a little squeeze before propping himself up.

He pulls out and makes a mess everywhere, and by the look of your worn-out state, he takes it upon himself to turn you around and lift you up on the counter to clean you up.

“You feeling ok? That was really something.” he chuckles and finally takes off his mask, face flushed , hair messy, and neck covered in large amounts of sweat.

You smile at him in satisfaction, nodding your head despite feeling like you were going to pass out and your legs feeling like jelly. You were doing good. “Yeah, I’m good you?”

“So good.” he smiles at you and gives you a wink.

After you both were all cleaned up, neither of you really knew what to do now that you weren’t driven by a little thing called lust.

You were going to just leave, but he spoke up first. “So,” he chewed on his lip nervously. “Uhh,” he cleared his dry throat. “Would you have still.. you know, umm, done it without the mask?” He blushed. “Like just with me?”

If this was his way of trying to ask if you liked him back, it was absolutely adorable. “Hmm, sure!” You answer enthusiastically.

“Really?!” His head jolts up, and you swear you see little stars in his eyes. “I- I mean,” he clears his throat yet again. “That’s cool,” he says awkwardly. “Maybe sometime in the future, we could do it again?” His eyes go wide when he realizes how wrong that came out. “Like not just like this, but maybe if you let me, we could go on a few dates, and then we could see where that takes us.”

“Heeseung?” You ask with a smile.

“Yes?” He visibly gulps.

“Are you asking me on a date?” You tease.

“Maybe” his lips curve up into a small smile.

“So if I said yes, would it be a date then or just maybe a date?” You bite your lip to hide your smile.

“A date! Yeah, definitely a date,” he chuckles.

“Well then, Ghostface,” you say and pull his mask back down over his face. “Yes, you can take me on a date and we’ll see where it takes us.” you take his hand, leading him outside the bathroom, maybe when the party’s over, and he drops you back at home, you’ll go for a round two, but this time without the mask.

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[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Hi Shems! :)

so, at the weekend I visited in person my first convention with actors (and second convetion ever - first being The Ineffable Con <3)... The Republic of Pirates - an Our Flag Meets Death convention.

Since 2018/2019 I've been quite hyperfixated on Good Omens (could you tell? :D), and I was not much looking for new shows, but I heard about OFMD and in the months GO S2 in 2023 I was depressed from the ending and since S2 of OFMD was just coming out I decided to give it a try and I... fell in love Izzy Hands and Con O'Neill :D <3.

I started reading ao3 fics and watching other works with Con and after the whole Gaiman thing my hyperfixation on GO has been a bit shaken and complicated so to my great suprised I managed to hyperfixate as well on Izzy and Con.

So when I heard that there is an OFMD con happening with Con attending (and Vico Ortiz, Nathan Foad, Kristian Nairn and Rhys Darby), I just had to go. :))

It was this weekend and I still half can't believe it has happened! I met them all and they are all very lovely and funny and brilliant and Con is absolutely amazing and even more beautiful in person <3 <3 <3. I also got two hugs from Con! NGK!!!!!

Some months ago I started my FuckYeahIzzyHands blog (... you are very surprised by the handle name, I can tell :D) and I made stickers of what I think Izzy's pirate flag would look like:

to bring to the con to give ppl and since I had still some FuckYeahGoodOmens pencils I took them as well in case I will meet some GO fans. And after gave someone a sticker I asked: "Do you like Good Omens as well" and everybody said yes that they do and they do want a pencil! :D

So yeah, I think there might be a bit of an overlap :D.

(anyway if you've seen only one of them, I recommend watching the other one :D)

Sending hiya to all those I met during the con and I hope to see some of you at The Ineffable Con 6 next year! :) <3.

[sinnersweets]

DogDay x Reader part 6

<;-----part 5, part 7----->

“Alright class listen up!” Miss Delight called out. The children settled down and listened to what she had to say. “As you know, our fall festival is approaching which means that it’s time to start our yearly fall theater show! Normally each group would perform separately but this time my sisters and I have decided to combine everyone together! I’m proud to say that this year we will be doing; drum roll please!” Everybody's hands started tapping on the desk for the drumroll. Me and DogDay also joined in with the children. “Beauty and The Beast!”  

Some kids were ecstatic while others groaned in annoyance. I liked Beauty and The Beast. “Tryouts will start around 5 o’clock. Those who wish to be a part of it please come up to my desk to receive the tryout scripts. And to those who do not wish to be a part of the show will be assigned as the stage crew.” Most of the children got up and went over to Miss Delights desk while a few stayed in their seats. Damian got up to get a script. “Our script is usually handed to us right before auditions start.” DogDay whispered to me. “Huh? ‘Our script?’ We have to audition also?” DogDay smiled and nodded. “Gives us a chance to interact with the other kids.” I wasn’t expecting this. DogDay pulled me into him before saying, “I have full faith in you Angel, who knows you might get the lead!” “Haha....woopie.” 

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The theater room was huge! From the outside it doesn’t look like this room even existed. Me and DogDay walked in together and this was the first time that I’ve seen all the Smiling Critters. “Hi DogDay!” “Hiya BB!” DogDay walked over to the group, and I followed behind him. “Oh? And who’s this?” The way Bobby Bearhug spoke sounded like she was not at all interested in knowing who I was but asked anyways. DogDay scooted me into him and held onto my shoulder. “This is my helper, Angel!” His tail wagged while talking about me. I smiled nervously at all the Smiling Critters; except for KickenChicken. I just rolled my eyes at him.  

Miss Delight came up to us and split the helpers and the Smiling Critters apart. I took a seat next to Sarah since she’s the only one I’ve really talked to. It was obvious that she didn’t want to talk to anyone since she put in headphones. I looked over to the Smiling Critters and saw that Bobby was just chatting away with DogDay. In the shadows I spotted CatNap. I tilted my head in confusion; weren’t they all supposed to be friends? I got up from my seat and started walking towards him. My heart was beating faster, and my palms got sweaty.  

“Hey CatNap.” I said nervously. It took ten seconds before he finally spoke. “Friend.” So creepy. I cleared my throat to talk but he beat me too it. “Sorry.” Woah, he apologized. “Wanted to apologize sooner.... but was kept away.” Kept away? “Oh that’s okay. What do you mean you were kept away?” He just stared at me again. “Doctors.” I was gonna press on but a voice from behind me caught me off guard. “Oh Y/N! It’s almost time for you to go on!” I turned around and saw that it was Miss Delight. “O-okay, coming!” I turned back around, and CatNap vanished once again. 

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Two hours passed and soon everyone in Playcare auditioned. Miss Delight and her sisters all went backstage to select the cast while everyone else sat in the seats waiting for the verdict. I spotted Damian and made my way over to him. “Hey kiddo.” “Hey Miss Y/N.” I took a seat next to him and smiled. “So do you think you’ll get a part?” He asked me. I chuckled before saying, “Nah. I mean I did do theater back in high school, but it’s been a while.” It would be interesting if I got casted. In high school, I never got the lead due to being a nervous wreck. “How about you?” Damian looked proud and sat up straight. “Oh yes, I’m hoping I get cast at the candle man. He’s my favorite.” “I’m hoping you’ll get the part.” I ruffled his hair and then got up and looked for DogDay.  

It wasn’t hard to spot him since he was the second tallest one here, CatNap being the first. As I started walking over to him he spotted me and waved me over to him. “Over here Angel!” I couldn’t help but smile sweetly at him. He held out his paw for my hand and once I took it he pulled me into a hug. “I missed you Angel.” “I always looked over to you and waved.” I laughed and returned the hug. “Yes, but I would’ve rather had you sit next to me Angel.” My cheeks felt warm. Thankfully, the theatre room wasn’t lit up well so he couldn’t see. “Oh DogDay~” We both turned and saw that it was Bobby calling out for DogDay. “Y/N shouldn’t you be with the other helpers and not over here with DogDay?” Okay rude. “She’s allowed to be over here with me, she’s my helper.” DogDay said. I could see Bobbys’ eye twitch before saying, “Oh of course! Anyways DogDay; do you think I got the lead?” I pulled away from DogDay so that he could face her. While he spoke he held onto my hand. “No doubt in my mind that you auditioned well BB, but I think Angel here did pretty good as well.”  

Another eye twitch from Bobby. “Well seeing how I always get the lead I’m fully confident.” The lights suddenly flashed on, and everyone's attention went to the stage. Miss Delight stood there with her sisters. “Okay everyone! We are about to announce our cast if you could quiet down and take your seats!” Everyone started to take their seats. I was about to sit next to DogDay when Bobby beat me to it. I then tried the other seat next to him, but then KickenChicken sat there. “Hey Angel.” He spoke out while grinning. I was gonna leave and sit somewhere else, but DogDay grabbed onto me and placed me on his lap. “You don’t mind sitting like this do you Angel?” “N-nope! Not at all haha...” I could feel Bobby glaring daggers at me. 

Miss Delight started calling names and Damian got cast as Lumière. He walked onto the stage and me and DogDay cheered him on like proud parents. She then called out the rest of the cast: Miss Delight would play Mrs. Pots, Chip would be played by Todd; a kid from my group, Babette was played by Miley; a girl from CraftyCorns group, Wardrobe was played by Emily who was KickenChickens helper, PickyPiggy would be The Enchantress and Bubba Bubbaphant would be Maurice. “And now for our final four!”  

“Lefou will be played by Hoppy Hopscotch!” “Woo yeah!” Hoppy jumped up and walked over to the stage. DogDay clapped for his friends. “Next up we have Gaston who will be played by... KickenChicken!” “Radical!” KickenChicken got up and made his way up onto the stage. “And now the role of The Beast will be played by- drum roll please!” The sound of everyone hitting their legs echoed through the room. “DogDay!” All eyes turned towards the back of the theater where DogDay was. “Really? Wow!” I got up and hugged DogDay excitedly. “Congrats DogDay!” “Thank you Angel!” “Congratulations DogDay~” Bobby said while removing one of DogDays paws off me. “You and I will be great together.” DogDay pulled his paw away and said, “They haven't announced who Belle would be played by so it might not be you BB.” He said that so cheerfully while making his way up to the stage that I almost laughed.  

I took a seat and Bobby glared at me before saying, “It’s pretty obvious that I’ll get the lead, I get it every time when we do it in our groups.” She sounded so cocky while she spoke. I didn’t say anything and just looked ahead at the stage. DogDay gave Damian a high five and also ruffled the top of his head. “Now ladies and gentlemen the moment you’ve all been waiting for; Belle will be played by-” “ME!” Bobby stood up proudly. “Miss Y/N!” Everyone in the audience gasped. I guess they all were expecting it to be Bobby. A spotlight shun down on me and I sunk into my seat. “Woo yay Angel!” “Way to go Miss Y/N!!” DogDay and Damian both cheered for me. I stood up and walked over to the stage with everyone else.  

As I made my way up the audience started to cheer for me; I even saw Sarah give me a thumbs up. I stood on the stage with everyone else and Miss Delight spoke out. “Those of you who did not audition or did not get cast will oversee the set and props! I look forward to this year's fall theater show!” All the remaining children and helpers stood up and applauded while Bobby glared even more daggers at me. “This role was made for you Angel, you’re already quite a beauty.” He then winked at me and stuck his tongue out. This time I’m sure he saw me blushing. Damian ran up to both of us and pulled us into a hug. It almost seemed like a kid hugging his parents; it was a sweet moment.  

A/N: Thank you for reading!!

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Second Chances Are For Winners

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

WC: 2.7k

TW: Swearing, teasings, blood, abduction, breaking and entering, Criminal Minds General list of triggers apply here.

A/N: Hiya gang! so actually I have been so unmotivated to write and I just got back from vacation so I promise I will finish up VDVE soon. But please enjoy this mouth vomit that Just came out of my mind. It's a part one since the rest of it is mapped out, just not written! (also why is like every other gif his mouth moving. This man really just doesn't stfu and it's only hot on him)

Spencer Reid being overwhelmed was an understatement. He needed to get out of that police station as soon as physically possible. JJ confronting him about his hostility towards her had not gone the way she had hoped it would, and Spencer was once again, fuming. 

The Oklahoma heat was not kind to someone who only wore sweater vests, a fact in which he would later start to reconsider when planning his outfits to places where the heat had personal vendettas against the living. As soon as he stepped outside, it was like he was met with a brick wall of temperatures well over what they should be. As the sweat dripped down his forehead, so did the tension. He took a couple of breaths before picking up the phone and dialing a number he knew all too well. 

“Speak and be heard, Wonder Boy” 

“Hey Garcia,” A small smile formed from hearing the familiar voice. “I need you to look up someone, and find their cell number for me, if that’s okay.”

He could hear Garcia roll across her ‘batcave’, “Hit me.”

“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N…” 

“Give me two seconds…..Isn’t she—” 

“Garcia, please.” 

He could hear the smirk forming across her face as her fingers flew across the keys. 

“You’re looking up more than her number…”

“One point for Boy Genius everybody. Yes, I’m looking up more than just her phone number. She’s the gorgeous mystery woman who kissed your cheek in front of the whole team—of course I’m going to look her up now that I have her name.”

Spencer pinched the bridge of his nose, starting to regret the decision to call Penelope in the first place. “Can you just send me her number and snoop around later Garcia?” 

“Fine Genius.” His phone beeped. “Just sent it to you.” 

“Thank you Penelope.” 

“Anytime Boy Wonder.” Reid hung up the call before looking at the screen, opening the text Garcia had sent him. He smiled at the number, and almost dialed before thinking better of it. Maybe after the case, he’ll call you and take you out for lunch to catch up. But it’s nothing more, Spencer decided. You probably didn’t feel the same way, but at least he knew that there was someone who wasn’t a part of the team in which he could finally vent his frustrations to. Now he’ll finally be able to get an objective view on the whole Emily situation. 

Spencer looked at the file in his hand and sighed, opening it up. As he was reading through it for the umpteenth time, something occurred to him, and he quickly made his way back into the station, and towards his team. 

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Once the jet touched down in DC, Spencer was the first one off the plane. He walked through the hanger, and towards his car. He could feel the others watching him, especially Emily, but his mind was elsewhere. 

He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, dialing the number Garcia had sent. 

“Y/L/N and Associates, how may I help you today?” 

Spencer didn’t even try to bite back the smile before he cleared his throat, reaching into his back pocket to grab his keys. 

“Hi, yes, I was wondering if I could speak with Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Sure, let me make sure she’s available. Her meeting should be ending soon. Can I ask what this is for?” 

Spencer pursed his lips before answering. “She, uh, just told me to call this number.” 

He heard the person on the other end shuffle something around before answering, “Good enough for me.” They hummed. “Can I just get a name?”

“Yeah–uh, Spencer–Spencer Reid.” 

“Give me one moment Mr. Reid” was all he heard before he was put on hold. He sighed and entered his car, chucking his go-bag into the passenger seat. As Spencer turned on the car, he heard your voice.

“Spencer?”

His face lit up, and a smile graced his features. 

“Hey! Yeah. Um” He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “Hi.” 

She laughed. “I knew you’d find me eventually, Doctor, but a whole week? I feel that maybe your profiling skills need a bit of sharpening.” 

“Well–I was, I was working on cases. I-I didn’t forget—”

You cut him off, voice softer than he remembered. “I’m just teasing Spencer. So what do I owe the absolute pleasure of having Doctor Spencer Reid grace my line.” 

“Well, I was hoping you’d give me your cell number so I don’t have to annoy your secretary…”

You were silent for a moment. “Well my number is going to cost you something.” 

“Y-Yeah absolutely.” Answered a bit too quickly, almost out of breath. 

“I expect a meal sometime soon, and maybe throw in coffee one of these mornings as well.” 

Spencer smiled so brightly he almost couldn’t see the road as he was driving. 

“I-I, um, think that’s something I can do.” 

He heard you hum in agreement.

“What about tomorrow night?” 

Spencer paused. 

“I–...I actually can’t do tomorrow night, I have a team meeting, but what about breakfast the next morning?” 

He heard you shuffling papers around and a bit of typing on the keyboard before you answered him. “Seems like I’m all yours Doctor.” 

Reid smiled and parked his car outside of his apartment. 

“Then you’ll have to give me your cell phone’s number and it’s a sealed deal.”

“Are you usually this good at negotiations? Should I start prepping my list of demands for breakfast…” You joked, letting out a small laugh. 

Spencer shook his head before he realized you couldn’t see him. “N-No, well yes actually. It’s a part of the whole FBI thing.” 

You laughed at his joke before giving him your cell number. “I’ll see you soon Spencer. Bye.” 

As you hung up the phone, Spencer sent a quick “hey!” text before getting out of the car and heading up to his apartment. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a tense week after all. 

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The Team isn’t stupid. They’ve noticed that Spencer was somehow in a better mood when he arrived at the office the next morning, despite the way he basically ran away from the jet. They also noticed he was spending a lot more time on his phone than before, especially since Spencer was not the one to text. 

As Spencer dumped his sugar into his coffee mug, Derek came up next to him and started to prepare his own coffee. 

“Wanna tell me why you’re in such a good mood Pretty Boy?” 

Spencer pondered the offer for a moment before putting the sugar back on the counter, next to the coffee pot. “Nope.” and he walked back towards his desk. 

Derek was taken back a little bit, but finished his coffee. He made eye contact with Emily and shrugged. 

Emily was next, since her desk was next to Spencer’s. 

“Morning Spence…” 

“Morning Emily.” He quickly replied, and even flashed her a quick smile before his phone lit up and his attention was taken away from her. He sent a quick text, before placing his phone face down and started looking through his files to find the right paperwork to finish the consultation he had started before they left for Oklahoma. 

“Wanna tell me what’s going on with you?”

“Nope.” Spencer replied yet again, and now that Derek was back, he watched the same look pass through Emily’s face before she looked at Derek. 

Derek decided he was going to try a different tactic this time. “Hey Reid, wanna tell me who you're texting there man?” 

Derek’s face lit up like a Christmas Tree not even a moment later when Spencer ignored his question. 

“Is it…oh what was her name…”

“Ohhhh,” Emily joined in, “It’s the lawyer from last week…” 

Spencer just shrugged and tried to stay focused on the paper in front of him, yet all he had been doing for the past minute was rereading the same line over and over because all he could think about was when you were going to answer his text. 

“The lawyer, right right…” Derek smirked and looked at Emily, both knowing they hit the jackpot. “Wasn’t her name…Y/N?” 

At the mention of your name, Spencer made the mistake of sitting up a bit straighter, which both profilers noticed instantly.

“Oh so Y/N has been texting you all morning huh. Is that why you raced off of the jet last night? Couldn’t wait to go see he–”

“No.” Spencer cut off Derek, looking up at the pair. “I haven’t seen her since last week’s case. Now if the two of you wouldn’t mind leaving me alone I have a lot of paperwork I need to make it through before I head home tonight.” He turned back to the file in front of him and tried to read it again. And again. And again. Eventually, Spencer was able to continue his work once Derek and Emily let him be. 

But anytime his phone buzzed, he could feel the smirks from his friends, he just didn’t care. 

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You were so over your entire day. Every single one of your active clients decided that they had an issue that needed to be resolved in the second they called you. 

So when you woke up, face leaving a print against the wood of your desk, you let out a groan. 

The little clock in the corner of your laptop's screen flashed the time, causing you to let out a string of curses. 

“I cant fucking believe it’s 2 am. Fuck.” You grumbled, standing up and stretching your arms over your head. 

Your phone screen lit up with a notification, which also showed that you had missed a few text messages from your favorite profilers. The last one was a, correct, guess that you had fallen asleep at your desk. You smiled and responded with: 

Do you ever get tired of being right all the time Doctor Reid?

As you packed up your things, your phone buzzed. 

Not really. It’s just in my nature. 

You laughed out loud a bit, shaking your head. 

And why are you still awake? 

That’s when your phone rang. You held it in your hand, staring at it for a moment, before remembering to answer it. 

“Hello?”

“Did you even check caller ID or are you trying to encourage stalkers?” Spencer���s voice rang through your body as you let out another laugh, placing the phone between your shoulder and your ear, packing up the rest of your things. 

“Well Spencer, I seriously can’t think of another person to call me at this hour besides you…; and maybe this Baby Daddy who won’t leave me alone.” You grumbled, shoving your laptop into your bag with a little extra force than normal. 

“Baby daddy?” 

“Yeah, one of my clients, he’s a sweet guy—great dad. But because he’s so worried about his daughter having any sort of parenting time, he’s been calling me nonstop, freaking out about supervised visits. Like, I get it, but it’s fucking 2 am and I stop working at 5, maybe 6 the latest. 

You heard Spencer hum in response, but no words. “Spencer?”

“Yeah?”

“You okay?” 

“Ye-yeah, I uh–”

“Did…Did you think I was talking about someone I had a kid with?” 

Spencer sputtered out a “n-no, why–why would…”

You let out another laugh, that was like music to his ears. “Spencer, I feel like you should have figured that out from the way that you clearly used the FBI to look up my office number to get my cell number. You would’ve found out if I had kids.” 

“Y-Yeah I guess…” 

“Give me one second Spencer.” and before he could respond, you put your phone down, and pulled out your airpods, letting them connect to your phone so you could go hands free. 

“Can you hear me?” You placed your phone in your skirt pocket, adjusting your airpods so that they would be comfortable. 

“Yeah? Is everything okay?” 

“I just had to put my headphones on, I need my hands.” You slid on your heels, and walked out of your office locking the door. “Tell me about your day Spencer, I have to walk around and lock up.” 

Spencer hummed again and looked up at his ceiling. He had been sitting in his apartment, trying to read, waiting for you to answer his text–partially because he thought the worst, but mostly because he couldn't stop thinking about you. 

“Well. Not much happened. I was at work, and was trying to finish a report for this case I’m consulting on by sending them a preliminary profile, and then Derek was up my ass all day.” 

“What about?” You asked, placing your bag on the floor near the office, going to check the rest of the offices to make sure no one was still there. 

“Oh, um, well…”

You laughed again, causing his chest to swell again. “So it was me.” You teased me. “Excited to talk to me?”

You could feel Spencer turning redder and redder as the moments went on.

After a brief pause, Spencer responded to you. “And what if I am?”

It was your turn to blush, but it only made you feel a bit bolder. 

“Getting a bit flirtatious, Spence. This is not the Reid I once knew from all those years ago.”

You could hear Spencer laugh. 

“You sound tired. Why don’t you get some rest Spencer.” 

Spencer sat up straighter. “No. I’ll stay on the phone with you—” He interrupted himself with a yawn. “Until you get home. What kind of agent would I be letting you walk home alone at this hour.” 

“I’m not going to stop you, but if you fall asleep….I’m hanging up.” 

“Fine—Just text me when you get home?” 

You hummed and nodded. “Can do sweetheart. Night Spencer.” 

“Night Y/n” 

You hung up the phone and turned on your spotify, listening to some music that would make this fifteen minute walk bearable. You usually drive into work, but it had been such a nice day, and you usually don’t mind getting in the extra walk since you sit behind a desk all day. 

You paused before you exited the first set of doors—part of you felt like you should just go back upstairs and sleep in your office. It wouldn’t be the first time, and it would provide a certain agent with a lot more comfort knowing you’re somewhere safe. 

But then you thought about your bed, and the new sheets you put on the night before, and the weighted blanket spread out across the bed spread, and you realized you’d much rather sleep under that than on a stale couch without even a pillow. 

You managed to make a fifteen minute walk into a ten one. Speeding home at 2 am was not exactly what you wanted to do, but you’d rather that then the couch. You quickly unlocked the front door and made it up the stairs and into your apartment. 

You sent Spencer a quick text saying that you had arrived home, and immediately moved into your bedroom. 

The apartment was a small one bed, one bath. It would have been considered a studio if not for the door between your bedroom and the kitchen/living room/entrance/dining room. Your bedroom was quite small, with a skinny closet, a dresser, and your bed. You had gotten lucky enough to shove your bed against one wall, and create a reading nook in the turret window on the other side of the room, which was only about ten feet away, but still. 

You kicked off your shoes, and made your way into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and listening to whatever music spotify had decided to play for you. 

You took off your outfit for the day and pulled on your pajamas, which felt so good against your skin as you slid into your bed, and shut the lights off. 

You wished you took the first option when two minutes later, you heard your bedroom door creak open, and a voice tell you not to scream. 

To Be Continued...

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[weirdlyeldritch]

LADIES AND THE REST OF MY ESTEEMED SMG4 ENJOYERS! :D

Hiya everybody! I finally got this project done which I will now share with all of yall ;3c

✨️emo boyo has scars now✨️

Based off of the thing it became

+ bonus thing w/ @theartistisme43 scarred smg4 as they were the whole inspiration for this whole thing :D

(Go show cantro some love for me NOW THEY DESIRVE IT >:D)

[totaly-obsessed]

can you write for katie where her and reader have a child and readers admiring them playing together

Mo Stór

Katie McCabe x reader

-> Watching Katie play with your daughter will never get old

➳ Masterlist

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People could say all they wanted about Katie on and off the pitch, and no matter what she did there would always be someone who would not like her – so she gave up on getting people to like her and just started being herself.

That’s why you fell in love with her all those years ago. It was so easy to fall in love because the Irish woman was just so lovable.

When the then twenty-two-year-old had returned from her loan spell to Glasgow City, she was a changed woman – more mature with more bite and goals in life as she returned to Arsenal, and you. You, her girlfriend since 2015 – but that title would not hold much longer, because upon returning, Katie proposed to you.

It was a lovely day in – you had woken up together and prepared a nice brunch before going for a walk outside. It was as romantic as Katie would get, still keeping her humor that had won you over in the first place – handing you a ring-pop at first before pulling out the real one.

The wedding was small but everything both of you wanted, taking place in Katie's hometown of Tallaght where you had set up in a stunning barn. The footballer’s entire family was there, as were most of the Arsenal girls that could make it – for you however, there were just a couple of friends that had come.

Same-sex marriage had only been legal for two years in Ireland It was after the wedding that it would be legalized in Germany where you were from. And while your parents were not necessarily against it, they also weren’t fans of it – opting not to make an appearance.

Later in the year, in October 2017, after many conversations you had started the first round of IVF, thankful for the chance of having a baby together. And to everybody’s surprise, it worked. The first round worked. Both of you were incredibly happy and after a hard pregnancy, Aine Lily McCabe joined your little family in July of 2018.

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Now in 2023, the five-year-old was still the light of your life – making every single day better than it already was. You thought life couldn’t get better after Katie, but you were wrong, Aine made life just a little more colorful.

With Katie being a footballer, her schedule could be crazy, but your teacher lifestyle came with a very consistent week, which made everything much easier, there always would be difficulties - like on that particular day. Aine’s Kindergarten was closed due to sickness, but you had to work – leaving Katie with her spitting image at the Arsenal training grounds.

You had been scared that the day would end in a catastrophe, but the girls loved ‘their youngest member’ and Jonas was happy to have her as well as she was a nice distraction from the serious topics and hard training.

After finishing for the day, instead of heading home, you opted for the Arsenal Training Center, desperate to see your girls after a long day. Once parked, you didn’t even need to check inside, hearing the girls yell from the pitch – so you just followed their noise.

It was now the midst of October and the Arsenal girls were preparing for their game against Aston Villa. You could see your breath due to the cold, as you walked the way to the pitch. It was chaotic, and the girls were playing matches on smaller fields, with fewer people – but there were 2 games at the same time.

You could see Aine sitting on a jacket by the side of the pitch, a beanie much too big to be her own, on her little head, hiding her brown hair. She was dressed appropriately in a warm sweater, with a big jacket on top, not even remotely cold as you shivered on your way. Pulled over her jacket was a bright yellow bib, that marked one team from the other. And after a glance, your guess was confirmed, that Katie was also wearing yellow.

“Hiya baby!” The little brunette squealed as you plucked her off the ground, swinging her back and forth before sitting down with her on your lap. “Mommy!” Wet kisses were littered all over your face – something else that she copied from her mother. “I missed youuu!” She sang the last ‘u’ while pouting adorably. “Missed ya too baby.”

A shrill whistle marked the end, two sets of women cheering in victory, as the opposing teams looked disappointed. It didn’t take your wife long to join you, taking her biggest fan out of your arm, and settling her on her hip, before pulling you up by your hands. You couldn't even register anything as fast as she had already roped you into a deep kiss, as Aine hid her face in Katie's neck. “Come on a stór – show me watch ya got.”

Katie had taken her little stór, her treasure with her, setting her down and explaining where to steal a ball from, when a long, lanky arm found its way around your shoulders. Viv was smiling at you, giving you a quick hug, before Beth could get there first. “What a bad wife you have – doesn’t even give you a jacket.”

The three of you chuckled as you pushed the blonde off, picking up Katie's discarded jacket from the ground, and pulling it over your own. It was nice to chat with them even if you saw them just a couple of days ago – there was always new gossip to gather. The whole team was obsessed with your student's gossip – and while you would never tell important or confidential stuff, the ‘who-loves-who’ was very interesting to the footballers.

“Oh, look at Aine go!” It was Alessia who made you look back to your daughter. The five-year-old was sprinting down the pitch, Kyra by her side as Katie was ‘trying�� to defend the goal where Sabrina jumped from left to right. The Australian passed Aine the ball, who just stretched her leg out and it went in. Leaving a stunned Katie and Sabrina.

Loud cheers made your daughter shy, as Kyra picked her up, throwing her in the air and catching her again. The brunette walked over to her mom, hiding in her legs, with a broad smile on her face. “Mama, I made it!” Your wife could not help but laugh “You did baby, but right now, I’m your opponent, not your friend, right?” She had crouched down by now, wiping some dirt off your daughter’s face. “No, you are Mama. My Mama.”

Meanwhile, you stood at the side of the pitch, staring at your gorgeous wife and daughter. Viv and Beth were quite amused at your speechlessness. “Recon if they were alone Mrs. McCabe would jump her bones right here and now.” You nearly gave yourself whiplash with how fast you looked at your friend. “Beth!” The couple walked away chuckling to themselves.

You had not moved an inch, watching Katie kick the ball at Aine, who sent it back to her. It was adorable. Whenever a ball went to wide, Katie would run after it, reassuring her daughter that she did a great job. Big smiles on both their faces. Smiles that looked almost identical.

Katie was so incredibly great with Kids, that it made you cry sometimes. She would always make time for the little girls and boys who wanted her attention or signature, even if she was already late. She really listened to them, getting on their level, meeting their eyes, and never took them as too young or inexperienced when she talked about something serious. Katie took the time to explain, helping your daughter with homework when you were just too tired.

Your wife by now had noticed your starring, a smirk on her face as she sent Aine to go with Kyra to the changing rooms. Your daughter abruptly took the Australian's hand, tugging her with her. Once Katie stood in front of you, she covered your very cold ears with her warm hands, giving you a passionate kiss after making sure that you were the last ones outside. “What are ya starring at, lovie?”

The smile on your face was love-drunk, and Katie loved it. “I want another one.” You had buried your head in her neck, trying to hide your hot face – but she quickly nudged you out of it. “Huh? Repeat that for me, my love.”

Her smirk was unbearable to look at, as hot as it was. “Could’ve sworn ya said you want another one.” Your nod was enough to earn you another searing kiss that left you breathless. “I really do Katie. Do you- I mean do you want another one?”

“Mama! Kyra stole my shoeeee!” Your wife pressed her forehead against yours, keeping you close. “We’ll talk about it when we get home, yeah?”

“Kyra! Give it baack! Mama!” Apparently, Aine had found herself a big sister in the Australian who was standing in the hallway, holding a tiny shoe in her hand, pretending to throw it outside. “I’m coming mo stór!”

[theemporium]

hey love, saw your posts abt marauders smut... how abt siri going full sub mode when reader pulls his hair and/or calls him puppy. and like his moans go all high pitched and desperate and needy and i just kwefhkwegferhjgfrjf

lots of love, hope youre alr xx

hiya love! not really a massive fan of the puppy nickname ngl, sorry about that😅but thank you for requesting! enjoy some general sub!sirius🖤

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To the world, Sirius Black was the flirt. 

He was a cocky bastard and everybody knew it. He was the kind of guy to have people blushing in seconds, have them giggling and smiling and turning their world upside down just for him. He was the kind of the guy who thrived with the attention, who enjoyed feeling like the man on top of the world.

He had the world wrapped around his finger and everybody knew that, but if there was one person who could have the cocky personal crumbling in seconds, it was you. 

“Please,” Sirius whined, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving as he tried to fight against the magical bindings you had wrapped around his wrists, but no matter how much he pulled and tugged, they would stay in place. 

“Shhh, gotta be patient,” you murmured, your hand running through his hair as he nuzzled his head against your touch. “Thought you wanted to be a good boy for me?”

“I do,” he breathed out, nodding his head aimlessly. “I wanna be your good boy.”

“Then you gotta be patient f’me, baby,” you murmured as you leaned down to kiss him, lazy and messy as he moaned against your lips, squirming on the bed. 

Your other hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking his length at a slow, torturous pace that had led the boy almost to tears. You had been going at it for the better part of the last hour, keeping the boy constantly tethering the edge that he so desperately wanted to tip over. 

It was his fault for being impatient. He had been desperate for you, practically pawing at you all day and when you eventually reached the library after dinner, you had given him an ultimatum. The boy hadn’t even considered the options before he was crawling under the desk, shoving your panties to the side and dipping his head under your skirt as he lapped at your cunt like a starved man. 

Now, he was tied to your bed, completely naked whilst you were dressed as he bucked and whined and wiggled under your touch, desperate to come and desperate to be inside you. But like you had said earlier, you just wanted him to be patient. And he was damn near losing his mind if he didn’t come soon. 

“I’m your good boy,” he moaned, his face scrunching up in pleasure as your thumb circled the tip of his dick, a choked noise of pleasure leaving his lips.

“My pretty boy,” you cooed as you placed comforting kisses along his jaw and face. “You gonna come for me? Gonna be a good boy?”

“The bestest boy,” he nodded furiously.

“Come for me, baby,” you whispered in his ear, teeth nipping his lobe as you stroked his cock. Whispered praises washing over him as he bucked his hips to meet your thrusts, his come splattered across his stomach and thighs. “That’s my baby.”

“Fuck,” he whispered, his eyes bleary as you scooped his come with your fingers, slipping them into your mouth before you leaned down to kiss him. He couldn’t help but moan at the taste of himself on your tongue.

“See, good boys get rewarded when they are patient,” you murmured against his lips.

“Do good boys get to fuck you too?”

You grinned, hand cupping his flushed cheek. “Good boys get to fuck me any way they like, baby.”

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[welcometothemaraudersspam]

intoxicating

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word count: 4.1k

warnings: grinding, drinking, cussing, plz lemme know if i forgot anything else :3

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the first thing people took notice of when they looked at you -

that mesmerizing smile.

the way you carried yourself was so profound, as if every bad thing thrown your way would just bounce right off.

your bubbly energy enraptured everybody around you, feeding off of your wide grins, and constant laughter bringing a sense of joy into their life.

earning your nickname; sweet girl.

everyone loved you from the moment they laid their eyes on you.

i mean... who wouldn't?

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part 2 here!

"Sweetheart, you have got to get ahold of yourself."

"I do- I don't know what makes you think I don't."

A scoff left Garcia's stained lips, as she stared at your frantic fingers messing with your hair, trying to apply everything all at once. Reaching for your signature perfume, spraying a good dosage on to ensure it stays on the whole night. The blonde had come over to get ready for a night out in the town with her fellow co-workers, including a certain brunette that you had a soft spot for.

Your hair was not cooperating with you. Not. In. The. Slightest.

Does this dress make me look- too much?

Who the hell made this damn mousse-

"If you touch your hair one more time, I will personally make it my life's mission to get rid of your existence." She grabbed a hold of your arm, tugging you out of the bathroom despite your protests. "Spencer won't care what your hair looks like when he's got you underneath him."

A gasp left your lips, smacking Penelope's giggling behind as she ran away from you towards your front door. "Or above him- whatever you're into sweet cheeks."

"Oh! I'm going to get your ass, Pen."

"Run that by my boss first!"

Penelope ripped the front door open, revealing a startled Hotch who had just raised his fist to knock on your house door. A smug smirk graced the blonde's lips, sticking her tongue out at you as she ran towards the SUV where Morgan was waiting. You stood there with a pout on your lips, grabbing your purse from your entrance table. Hotch eyed your dressed up figure, feeling his heart rate pick up as you made your way over to him your perfume engulfing his senses.

"Hiya Hotch." Wrapping your arm around his waist, giving the older man a tight squeeze letting your free hand lock the door behind you stuffing your keys into your purse. You and Penelope might have had one too many shots, the constant cheesing on your face giving you away. 

"Hello sweet girl." Hotch had known you long enough to see you in every situation imaginable, including your drunk side. He chuckled as you left your arm around him, not minding it for a second as you guys walked down the steps to the car. "Are we sure this isn't the aftermath of the bar?"

You let out a small giggle, knowing he was partially right. Hotch opened up the car door for you, helping you into the lifted vehicle a small thank you leaving your lips as you scooted further in as he squeezed in behind you.

The car smelled like people who had were planning on getting laid.

Hotch’s cologne smelled of leather and cinnamon. Discretely trying to hide the fact that you were inching closer to him like a dog sniffing out a treat.

Whilst Morgans cologne smelled of coconut and sugar; not enough to be irritating to the nose.

Both you and Penelope's perfumes smelled nice and sweet, contrasting with the guys.

Penelope was blasting Kesha through the SUV, while Morgan attempted to turn it down without her noticing. Either she noticed or didn't care, allowing her voice to do the work for her as she embodied Kesha.

"We are just getting started, I promise. You should join us! Didn't Morgan draw the short stick for tonight? Leaves you perfectly able to get wasted with us,"

Morgan gave you a glare in the rearview mirror, not letting your mocking affect his driving as he tried his best to follow the law with his boss as his passenger. Hotch just shook his head as you unzipped your purse showing him the contents inside.

His eyebrow raised, he saw several colorful shooters clinking around in the small accessory adorning your body, a smile gracing your warming skin. You took out a bright green shooter, shoving it into his hands.

"What in the-"

"Pen. Catch." Penelope didn't even have to move, her hands expertly catching the pink shot you had picked out just for her. You opted for a blue one, knowing this flavor in specific masked the taste as best it could making it easier to down.

You raised your eyebrow back up at Hotch cracking your drink open, a soft sigh left his lips knowing you wouldn't back down. He proceeded to crack his open, whoops leaving the girls lips. Clinking your shot against his. Your arm moving to wrap around his bringing the cold glass to your lips, allowing the burning sensation to trickle down your throat. Hotch felt his breath hitch at your touch, downing the shooter back.

Hotch was used to harder liquor, but something about the neon colored vodka was already making him feel a little warm. Shaking his head at the taste, putting the lid back on the drink as he watched you reach for another.

"Woah, sweet girl... you sure you can handle another?"

Your rolled your eyes at his concerning words, easily tossing another shooter back as you opened your mouth to show it was gone. Hotch felt a small smirk tug at his lips at the sight, adjusting himself in his seat subtly.

"I almost flunked out of college my freshman year because I was getting drunk every weekend. I learned my handful of tricks- I would put Dr. Reid to shame." Morgan whistled, making Garcia laugh as she reminisced on some of the stories you had told her. An ever-growing smirk graced your lips, re-applying a generous amount of lip gloss to your lips. 

Hotch eyed the bubbly girl, as she made herself comfortable against the taller man. He spread his jean cladded legs as she plopped her purse on his lap, using him as a table rummaging through the contents. Choosing to ignore the sensation of her nimble fingers ghosting over his dark wash jeans, adjusting his position on the leather seat. She pulled out another shooter and mingled it into his hands, a small chuckle bubbling in his chest.

"You're going to have to show me one day, sweet cheeks.”

"Wouldn't you love to see that, sweet boy?"

Morgan smirked up at you as he pulled up to the valet who were excited to take the keys from your favorite Agent, sending a wink to the blushing girl holding the keys. You were about to open the door, almost jumping as you saw Hotch had already beaten you to it. Looking back and forth between the door and your now empty seat beside you, the grinning raven haired man made your heart skip a beat.

"How-"

"Your intoxicated state is making your reaction time slow," His deep voice hummed into your ear, his hands splaying across your back allowing his warmth to keep you from shivering. Hotch lent his arm out, grasping onto his bicep firmly as you made your way into the bar. The shooter you had given the tall man tucked away in his jeans, holding your body close to ensure you wouldn't run off.  His cologne smelled even stronger up close, allowing yourself to engulf the scent a soft sigh leaving your glossed lips.

It didn't take long for Hotch have to glare at the wandering eyes of plenty of men who were attempting to undress you with their nasty eyes. He knew men were absolute garbage as time had gone by, but he knew that he would never let these ones especially anywhere near you tonight. 

It didn't take long for you to find your other co-workers even in all of the chaos, the place bordering a club atmosphere. The bar was currently playing one of your favorite songs, allowing the music to guide your body. You let your grip loosen as you made a beeline towards JJ who was smiling widely up at you, a bright pink coating her cheeks. Your heels clicking mesmerizingly against the stone floor, having mastered the art in running in those strappy shoes.

"JJ!! I missed youuuu," You hurriedly wrapped your arms around her neck, pressing a sticky kiss onto her cheek. She let out a muffled laugh as she held you tighter. "Where is-"

"Spence? Right behind you, honey." The giggling girl whispered into your ear, you spun on your heel making eye contact with the man you had been thinking about all night. A smile made its way onto your lips, taking a seat beside the brunette. 

As if he couldn't get anymore attractive.

The sight of his dark green cardigan bringing out the green in his hazel eyes, hidden behind his god forsaken sexy ass glasses. His cologne wafted over to you, the soft scent of coffee and something sweet. The smell was enough to make your mouth water.

What kind of test do they have to pass to work at the BAU? It seemed like every man and woman had to make your knees buckle to work there.

"Hiya Spence."

The flustered boy tucked his hair behind his ear, turning in his seat to give you his undivided attention. Your perfume infiltrating his nostrils, before having heard your voice. A smell he was all too keen on knowing, wetting his bottom lip nervously. "Oh h-hi!"

The conscious part of your brain attempted to send signals to your body to be smart, your drunk limbs ignoring it as you allowed your legs to entwine with his slack cladded leg closest to you. His breath hitching the smallest of gasps leaving his pink lips. 

The sound of someone hollering behind you made you turn around in your seat, waving excitedly at the dark hair girl approaching. Elle feigned a dramatic hand over her chest, her dress showing off her curves in all the right places. The girl walked over to you, your smile having not left your lips since getting in the car. Smacking a wet kiss on your dark haired friends cheek who just wrapped an arm around your waist. "We were about to send out a search party. We thought Morgan got you guys lost again,"

"Oh he most definitely did, I think the aftershave has made him lose some brain cells over the years." You teased the burly man, who shot you a glare reaching over the table to flick your forehead a gasp leaving your lips. You detangled your legs from Spencers missing the warmth almost as soon as you detached, sending a harsh kick to Morgan who hissed at your heels.

"Son of a bitch. Watch your back, sweet cheeks."

"Want me to kiss it better?" A small twinkle shone in his eyes, his usual flirty smirk making its way onto his face. You turned on your charm, resting your face on your hands as you batted your eyelashes at the man your glossy lips parted open. Everyone at the table watched in amusement as Morgan practically melted at her doe eyes looking up at him, leaning closer to her face. 

"I would love nothing more-"

"I call dibs first, Chocolate Thunder." Penelope butted in, making her first appearance at the table a tray full of drinks. She handed you your signature drink, the vibrant color matching her outfit. Clapping your hands as you blew a kiss to the blonde, wrapping your lips around the straw humming happily at the cold liquid making its way down your throat. 

"No need to call dibs when I've already kissed you, baby cheeks."

"You're not special, Derek. We've all kissed, sweets." All the girls threw in their words of agreement, a chuckle leaving Spencers lips as he watched the look of disbelief on Morgan's face. "Sweet as her name, she is." 

"Don't make me kiss you on the mouth again, Pen."

"Maybe that's what I'm hinting at, sweet girl."

A burst of giggles left the girls mouths as they all grabbed ahold of the shots Garcia had bought everyone. 

Well, everyone except Morgan. 

Penelope had grabbed something strong; wanting to ensure it did what it was intended to do. You had seen Spencer had also proceeded to throw back a shot a small wince leaving his lips. "You would think after 9,006 years, that we would know how to mask the taste of alcohol."

"I like the pain. Gives a little thrill, don't you think?" Tilting your head at the doctor whose eyes widened a little, his cheeks flushing pink. A small giggle left your lips placing your hand dangerously close to his thigh, turning your attention to the raven haired man beside you.

"What are you nursing there, Hotch?" He turned to his left, eyeing the flustered girl a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he showed her his glass. "Mind if I have a sip?" 

"Of course. Go ahead." The girl gently took the glass from his hands, taking a small sip of the drink a soft hum leaving her lips. He felt his chest tighten at the sight of her lips on the same glass his were just on. She just grinned at the man, handing him back his jack and coke. "Not bad- too Hotch for me." 

Gently rising from your chair at the table, gaining the attention of everyone at the table a grin already plastered on your face. Spencer eyed your radiating body, his brain turning to mush as he tried to focus on the words leaving your pretty lips. Chugging the rest of your cocktail, the cold feeling nice on your warming face. "Time to dance!"

Penelope wasted no time, dragging a more than ready Morgan onto the swarm of people on the dance floor. JJ and Elle had already partnered up, their swaying bodies entwined together. Leaving you in between Spencer and Hotch. Both who looked absolutely delicious-

Hold on- what?

Delicious?

I mean... 

Hotch's black polo did absolute numbers for his muscular body. His biceps just about bulging out of the shirt, snug around his lean torso. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around his waist. And don't even mention his gorgeous eyes, with their specks of green becoming visible the closer you got to him.

And then Spencer.

That boy looked like straight out of a rom com. His puppy eyes staring at you intently like nothing around you existed. His chiseled jaw and those puffy lips were all you could think about at work. His button ups fitting him just right, the cardigans about to swallow him whole wishing you were in them as well.

"Sweets?"

The sound of Hotchs raspy voice speaking broke you out of your trance, blinking away your borderline wet dream about your co-worker and superior. Taking notice of Spencers empty seat, turning to Hotch with a confused look on your face. "He went to the restroom. Everything okay? You were unresponsive there for a second."

"Y-yes. Sorry, I was- I don't even know. You guys both looked so good, my brain started short circuiting." The words were spewing out of your mouth like muscle memory, a shocked expression filtering over the usually furrowed mans face. "How about that dance?"

"Oh no, I don't-"

"Hotchner, don't start. I was promised a dance,"

"-I think that was you doing the promising." You grabbed ahold of his wrist, tugging the protesting man whose eyes had grown soft. "You're awfully strong when you're drunk. Did you know that?"

"I think it's similar to when crack heads do crack, except without the crack." You shouted into his ear, the music practically making it near impossible to hear. Hotch just let a laugh slip out, his hands having found their home on your hips barely touching you, afraid he would mess it all up.

Pitbull had begun to blast through the club, your body swinging to the beat having known the rhythm a little too well for your liking. The clubs lights had gotten dark, except for the strobe lights and stage lights lighting up the crowd every now and then. You could see Penelope shouting the words at Morgan who bared an amused stare at the blonde, dancing with her drunken form the pink spotlight lighting up her blonde hair perfectly.

A whine left your lips at the lack of contact with your dance partner, pressing your body against the towering man above you knowing this exact situation must be written somewhere on what not to do with your boss. He almost halted his movements if it weren't for your hands finding his and wrapping his arms further around your waist. Hands finding their home around his neck, chills going down his spine as he felt how close you were to him.

The music took ahold of your body. Every beat sending your hips to follow half a second later, memorizing the way Hotch followed your every move. As if your bodies were made just for one another; you moved in sync with each other, neither of you having to give cues as if you guys had been doing this for years.

Hotch felt this body growing hotter the longer you were grinding up against him, a small line of guilt bubbling inside but his body seemed to be doing all the thinking for him. His hands tightening their grip on your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer to him a soft gasp leaving your lips. Your body swaying and turning in his grasp pressing your ass against his growing member, Hotch's head leaning into your neck.

You rolled your head back leaning against Hotch's muscular body, trying to see if it was your mind playing tricks on your or if it truly was what you thought it was poking against your ass.

Every touch felt- electric.

The pawing at your body from Hotch made your body writhe in his grasp, feeling yourself getting drunk in his touch. Shaking hands reaching behind you to find his head full of hair and run your fingers through his gelled hair, enjoying the soft rumble against his chest. Turning back around to face him, wondering what was running through his head right now.

Hotch knew he must have looked as crazy as he felt. Scanning every inch of her face, cupping her face in his warm calloused hand tucking her hair away from her face.

He could see every tiny freckle, and scar on your face.

The sparkly gloss coating your lips enticing him the longer you mouthed the words close to his chest.

Every one of his senses was focused on you.

Your perfume.

Your body.

Your gorgeous eyes.

He couldn't look away-

"If you wanted to kiss me Hotch, you could have just asked,"

Before Hotch could lean down and press his awaiting lips on yours, you spotted a tall lanky figure looking around detaching your limbs from the man a giant grin gracing your features. Waving at the approaching figure, tugging the brunette closer to you. The older man almost rolled his eyes, keeping his hands tucked into his pocket his fingers knocking with the shooter you had gifted him earlier.

"Spence! I was about to send out a search party,"

The blushing boy tried to stammer out a response, his eyes locking with Hotch's.

His boss- correction. His friend was staring at him as if he had just came out and told him he was the unsub on a case. Wiping his clammy hands against his dark slacks, wondering what he had interrupted.

"The line to the bathroom was long. If it weren't for the fact that I had to-"

"Did you know that Aaron is a good dancer?" You shouted in Spencers direction, the name slipping off your tongue sweet like honey.

Hotch turned to face the girl replaying the sound of his name falling off of her lips over and over again, hoping she would say it again. Spencer raised a surprised eyebrow at the cheesing girl, whose hold on him hadn't faltered.

"I'm not too surprised. His stature and athleticism point him in the direction of having better coordination than the average person."

"I have no idea what you just said! Maybe Pitbull is having some affect on my hearing," 

"Maybe we should go sit down, hm?" Hotch whispered into your ear, his breath fanning over your face. Nodding along to his words, grabbing ahold of his unsuspecting hand tugging them over to the back corner table you were sitting at. A soft sigh left your lips, as you reached for Hotch's glass tossing the rest of the drink back. 

Spencer eyed your hand that was still holding onto Hotch's practically burning a hole into his much larger hand, a million thoughts coursing through his head. "Next one is on me, Aaron."

"Don't worry about it, sweet girl. Let me go buy another drink, I'll order you a water."

"What! I'm not even close to being done, please..." A pout found its way onto your face," Just one or two more."

Hotch couldn't say no to that face. "One more. Reid, want anything?"

"Can I just get a water, please?"

Hotch untangled your hand from his, his retreating figure hard to miss even with all the people surrounding him. Spencer took this chance to try to erase any progress Hotch had made, his figure seating itself right beside you. His shaking hand found its place on your thigh, a choked sound leaving your lips eyeing the nervous boy standing before you. Your heart just about dropped into your stomach, a fluttering in your stomach as the guy you had been crushing on had made a move.

Please move it higher-

"I wish we could have had our dance, Spence... I'm sure you've got some more tricks up your sleeve I haven't seen."

"I don't think I would have been able to keep it professional if I got my hands on you,"

Fuck.

"What if I didn't want you too?"

You were playing with fire. 

Knowing full well you had just basically had sex with your boss out on the dance floor, but your brain wanted them both. 

And bad. 

Spencers face heated up, his face leaning closer to yours feeling your chest tighten as he almost brushed his lips against yours his warm minty breath burning your eyes slightly. Holding your breath as you felt him pull back a confused look on your face, taking notice of a looming figure coming your way. The feeling of your blood rushing to your already burning face made you feel a little faint, fanning your face to try to cool off.

Morgan raised an eyebrow at the pair of you a knowing look on his face, clapping Spencers shoulder with a smirk on his lips. "My man. I never knew you had it in you,"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, okay. I didn't know it was a secret, sweet girl. Does this mean the nicknames are off limits now?"

You giggled at the reddening of Spencers face, nudging him playfully. "Not at all, baby. But, Spencer is right. We have no idea what you're talking about."

"What is Spencer right about again?"

"Oh, him and our sweets are-"

Spencer had read your mind, sending a swift kick towards Morgan who let out a yelp turning around and giving the brunette a harsh punch to the arm. Hotch felt his face tense at the words Morgan was insinuating, hoping Morgan was just playing a joke on him taking the seat closest to you leaving you sandwiched in between your two wet dreams once more.

"Don't tell me you're all out of dances, sweet girl. I still haven't gotten mine."

"Oh trust, I'm not. I was just waiting on a good song to come on-"

As if someone was listening in on your conversation, Club Can't Handle Me came on a fan favorite between you and Morgan. A loud laugh leaving both of your mouths as he made his way over to you dragging you over to the huge crowd that you had just escaped. Morgans hands expertly found their place on your hips, having danced with the famous flirt many times. 

The way he grinned against your body had you almost a mess, allowing your legs to slip around his thigh dancing on him as if your life depended on it. By this point there was a layer of sweat on both of your bodies, making you look pornographic on the dance floor. His tight v-neck showed off his muscles well in the dim lighting of the bar, his arms practically engulfing you. 

"You're too hot to be here by yourself,"

"Shut up, Morgan."

The pretty boy leaned into the cusp of your ear, his lips brushing up against you. "If looks could kill, your two lover boys would have killed me tenfold." 

Peeking over his shoulder, noticing the evident glares of Hotch and Spencer who looked like they were 2 seconds away from walking over. "Want to help me make them make the first move?”

"You're an absolute minx, you know that?"

You knew Morgan was right, but the alcohol in you just wanted them to walk over and make you theirs. The music had changed to a slow sexier song, knowing if you were to do anything it would have to be now when the music would show everything off.

Closing your eyes allowing the music to guide you, putting every ounce of your being into grinding against Morgan. It didn’t take long of Morgan putting his hands closer to your ass before a cough interrupted the pair of you.

“Mind if I but in, Morgan?”

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a/n: guys this came to me in the middle of the night and i did NOT stop writing until 5 am. it just kept coming out. and FUCK, i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn. this is my first criminals minds fic pookies.

a/n: GUYS WHAT THE HECK! i am literally writing part two right now, you guys have been so nice to me :,)

[pygmi-cygni]

How It Should Be

there are a *thousand* versions of this fic on tumblr/ao3 but I love the trope so much that idc. fem reader, she/her pronouns and female anatomy

cw: long asf, smut, innuendo, emotional rollercoaster, discussion of sexuality/pos, mentions of abusive ex partners (minorly), riding, p in v, gentle Poe, gratuitous smut

Base had never experienced this kind of rainfall. It started early, a distant drumming of thunder and some light drops slicking the pavement. But in a few hours it was torrential, soaking through flight suits and falling in rivers down gutters and drains. The hangar almost flooded. The rain covers were useless, the wind blew them off as soon as the mechs strapped them on.

Drills were understandably canceled, and everybody enjoyed a night in.

Poe, true to form, did not listen to the recommended instructions and decided to mess around in the puddles. Him and the entire Black Squadron were drenched in seconds, hooting and hollering in the empty fields. You'd joined in for a bit, but had quickly retreated after your teeth started chattering.

Poe had come in an hour later, lips violet and jaw chattering so hard he couldn't speak. The mess crew begrudgingly allowed him to sit in front of the ovens, leaning into the warmth. HIs buddies followed and soon twenty sopping wet pilots were huddled around the coals like moths on a lamp. The smell of wet hair and sweat was enough to make your nose burn.

Once everybody recovered from hypothermia, Snap smuggled in some hot toddies. Rodian firewhiskey and expired hot chocolate was one helluva drug, apparently. It had become a raging party within minutes.

God, please let this hangover be quick, you prayed when Snap poured the first glass of...stuff.

Your head was now very warm and more than a little floaty. It was the first day off any of you had in a while. A little cold, and definitely wet, but still fun. The tension once thick had disappeared entirely. Sabacc boards had been produced, and somebody brought in a few racing speeders to hydroplane in the hangar. Sabacc had never interested you, and you'd had enough rain for the day. You watched the races from inside, smirking when somebody eventually crashed.

Rose sidled up to you, reeking of Snap's cocktail.

"Hiya," she said, looping an arm around you. Her flight suit was tied around her waist, and a distinct line of hickeys had been stamped across her neck.

Snorting, you turned back to the hangar. "Having some fun time with Snap, I see."

Rose grinned, pulling her collar down to reveal...a lot more than you expected from Snap. It was certainly a surprise.

"I assumed he'd start crying at the prospect of hand-holding," you mused, nodding reverently at the impressive display.

"Yeah, well, he just needed a little encouragement." She flipped her hair primly and leaned against the window. Another thrash of rain smacked the glass with a massive thwack and made the both of you jump.

"Hey, how's that guy you've been dragging along? Marcus, or Mason, or whatever?" She asked, turning to you. You snorted, taking another pull.

"Long gone," you said drily. "He was...subpar."

Rose gaped, eyes wide and fluttering. "What? Him? No! After everybody warned you? Craaazy," she giggled, leaning against you. Your cheeks flushed. Yeah, okay, it had been a bad idea. He wasn't a bad guy, just...well, a little boring. Did the job for a while but hey, you can only do one position for so long before it's just pathetic.

"Well, he knew what he was good at," you sighed into your cup. God, what a relief that was over.

"He never knew much, did he?" Rose barely kept a straight face, and you watched her laughing fit with an amused grin.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, Rose, laugh it up. We can't all be having sloppy makeouts with Snap in a supply closet, okay? Some of us have dreams, you know." It did nothing but make her laugh harder, nearly spilling her drink down your front.

Swearing, you propped her upright. "God dammit- Rose, Maker, how much did you drink?"

Clearly this was only concerning to you, because she sighed listlessly and finished her god-awful drink in one massive swig. Well, it looks like you'd be babysitting tonight.

Subtly you guided her towards the bunking quarters. Maybe you could convince her to turn in early.

"I mean," she drew out the vowels, stumbling as you held her elbows steady, "you kinda got a trend with that sorta thing, hon."

You narrowed your eyes and stopped. "What is that supposed to-"

"I'm just saying," she guffawed, and you clapped a hand over her mouth when a few people looked over, "you don't...you don't get laid very well," she whispered before dissolving into giggles.

"Rose, good god," you groaned, heaving her away from the crowd. "Come on, you're embarrassing yourself."

Poe raised his eyebrows over his cards when you dragged her by. You rolled your eyes and mouthed Firewhiskey. He and the rest of his group nodded understandably. Rose was not a lightweight, but unfortunately her capacity for alcohol and her appetite for alcohol did not correlate safely. Many a pilot had been saddled with Rose duty on a night out.

You almost made it to the room when a familiar voice called behind you.

"Hey, wait up!"

Poe jogged over, fistful of credits stuffed in his satchel. Guess he won the betting pool.

"Poe," Rose cheered listlessly, grinning sloppily. You sent him an apologetic glance, but he only grinned.

"Hiya, Rosie," he punched her shoulder affectionately, "heard you and Snap were gettin' hot and heavy. Ooh, look at those." Rose had again pulled down her shirt to triumphantly reveal the necklace of bruises Snap gave her. When she felt Poe had given them their due appreciation, she stumbled forwards and promptly passed out.

"Oh shit- some help, please?" You struggled to hold her dead weight. Poe took one shoulder and held your drink while you fiddled at the keypad.

It was a game of "left, right, left, right" as you wrangled her through the door, out of her flight suit and under the covers. Poe slipped a couple of bacta pills near her bedstand and a glass of water.

"You, uh," he started after a moment of standing, "you wanna grab a snack?"

"Hell yeah I do." You bumped his shoulder and fell into step beside him. The halls were empty now except for the occasional droid on late-night rounds. The drumming of rain could still be heard on the roof. It felt like a comforting backing track on your little adventure. Poe's quiet humming made your lips quirk in a smile.

"So," he grinned, sidling up a little too close to avoid suspicion, "you and Rose were spilling some news over there, huh?"

Your ears reddened. "Eavesdropping? That's not very Commander-y of you."

"Oh, c'mon. What was so funny? That game of Sabacc was trash, I needed something to pay attention to," he pleaded.

"Trash? You won the whole pot, Dameron. If you don't want it, I'll-"

"Yeah but Hix is so bad it doesn't even count," he complained. You rolled your eyes. Sometimes Poe forgot that his level of excellence was not as ho-hum as he believed. Fifty credits felt like a pretty good steal, regardless of the achievement. Ah, the standards of being the Favorite.

"Well anyway, it wasn't anything important. Just...girl stuff," you said ambiguously.

Poe didn't buy it, but he kept his mouth shut. You knew he was planning something; he'd never shut up unprovoked. Your hackles raised as you walked in silence. Better to be prepared for whatever it was he was plotting.

You blinked in surprise when he grabbed your elbow and pulled you down...his hallway?

"Poe! Hey, let go-"

"Nuh uh," he grinned triumphantly. "I'm gonna find this out one way or another."

"I want a snack first-"

"Hush."

You rolled your eyes when he dramatically opened his bunk door and pushed you inside. While he rummaged for something, you plopped onto his bunk. Frowning, you bounced a bit on his mattress.

"Does being a Commander give you nicer mattresses? Holy hell, this feels amazing," you gaped. Even the blankets were softer. No wonder he looked so damn pretty all the time, the amount of beauty sleep he was getting.

Poe had cultivated a diverse array of treats on the floor. Meiloorun candy, Naboo chocolate (not expired), rice cookies, and a bunch of pudding from mess hall.

"Ooh, where'd you get- hey!" You snatched your hand back, palm stinging from his slap. Poe's dark brows furrowed and he pulled the hoard closer to his chest.

"One secret for one treat," he sniffed, opening a cup of pudding. You watched him suck it down and move on to the next one.

"That's not- come on, just lemme have one-"

"Nope," he said around a mouthful of lemon mousse, "deal's a deal."

Scowling, you weighed your options. Rose's teasing earlier wasn't...that personal, but something about Poe knowing made you curl up with embarrassment. He had no trouble with picking somebody up. Hell, he was the best lay on base. And yeah, Rose was right, sex was something you'd never really hit gold with. So? It didn't bother you, not really, but it was a bit embarrassing.

What's wrong with telling him? What's he gonna do, slutshame you? He's had more hookups than heartbeats.

But something stopped you. A little seed of a concept struggling to crack in your mind. Something had shifted, you just weren't sure what.

Do it, come on. Just bite the Beskar and go for it.

"Fine, but it's worth at least two chocolates. And a pudding," you acquiesced. A glimmer appeared in Poe's eye and he grinned.

"Alright, shoot."

"Treat first."

He appraised you for a second but relented, tossing you a single bar of chocolate.

"I'll give you the rest after your secret," he said to your protest. Sighing, you snatched up the snack and dropped your head in your hands.

The bunk was quiet, punctuated only by chewing and the crinkle of a wrapper. That little seed had blossomed into doubt and you felt something sour in your chest. Deep breaths, don't be a pussy, come on.

"...IbrokeupiththisguyI'vebeendatigbecausehewasreallybadatsex."

Poe blinked. "What?"

A brilliant shade of red colored your cheeks and seared your neck. You lasered your gaze into the carpet, willing it to burn away and suck you into space.

"I broke up with this guy I've been dating," you mustered, "because he was really bad at sex."

A heavy pause.

"That is not worth two chocolates and a pudding, you fraud," Poe snorted, licking his spoon clean, "unless his dick is like four centimeters long and bright blue I don't know why that's such a big deal. What, did he not make you cum or something?" Another laugh and he tore into a packet of cookies.

Something ravenous and sharp ripped through your chest, flaying the skin open and leaving you dumbfounded. Hot and brutal anger bubbled up so fast it scared you, making your fingers twitch and your nose burn.

Poe caught sight of your face and immediately froze. "Hey, woah, I didn't-"

"Well, not everybody is as blessed as you," you snapped, "you have no issue finding someone to fuck or fall in love with or whatever, so the fact that I have that issue shouldn't be any of your-"

"HEY!"

His shout smacked you back against the wall, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth.

You'd never seen him genuinely upset. Poe got frustrated, sure, but he always had a positive outlook and an easygoing grin. It looked wrong the way his brows were twisted and his lips stuck in a frown. A little bit of shame tickled your ribs.

"I'm sorry, where the hell did that come from? I was not insulting you, if anything I was insulting that guy. I just was saying that you don't need to be so upset over a random guy who can't fuck!"

"Sex is kind of a big thing and so if it doesn't work out maybe it feels a little embarrassing, okay?" The colume was stacking, bordering on mean. You felt hurt and angry, he felt defensive and confused. A horrible, vicious cocktail of bad was stirring and souring the air.

This wasn't how you talked. You didn't yell. This was wrong. You took a deep breath, willing the tears to cease.

Why were you crying? Poe was right, it wasn't a big deal. You sat in a heap, head in your hands. The sudden rush of anger left you a little bit rattled. Something jittery and uncertain coursed through you, leaving a mound of jumbled thoughts. It was hard to think. You needed some space. You turned away, pressing your cheek to the wall. Maybe that disgusting drink had screwed you up more than you thought.

Poe had pushed away the snacks and crept over, sitting in his desk chair. You felt his gaze on your back. He was making that face, the one when one of his crewmates was flipping the fuck out and he was trying to play nurse.

God, this went south.

"it wasn't that he was bad," your voice wobbled, "he just...he was in it for him. And I was just...there."

Every time you slept together, it was cold. Dead. You needed sunshine and Marcus just wanted a quick bang. The truth made you hunch in on yourself, cowering. Poe hummed in sympathy, sliding closer.

You scowled at him over your shoulder. Something in his eyes pried a little too close to your heart in a way you couldn't describe. It left a raw, tender feeling in your chest that prompted another swell of tears.

"Stop looking at me like that," you snapped. He cocked his head, genuinely curious.

"Why...why is sex such a big thing for you?"

Oh, that tone, damn him to hell with that tone. Soft, gentle, like you were some sort of tantruming baby. Your nose burned with shame and you had to bite your thumb to keep from screaming. None of his business, this was none of his business, just fuck off please. Why had you followed him to his bunk? This was dumb, and all for a chocolate bar.

"Can I just grab my food and go, please?"

A moment before a foil wrapped chocolate and a cup of lemon pudding rolled next to you. Furiously you scrubbed your cheeks dry and sighed.

"I didn't mean to make you mad," Poe said quietly. You turned slightly. His eyes were genuine and open. Dark pools that exuded nothing but support. Way to hit home how much of an ass you were.

"It's fine," you whispered, defeated. "The sex thing...I dunno, it just feels too...intimate."

"It doesn't have to be."

You scrunched up your face, confused. "What? You're literally inside somebody, how-"

Poe laughed, the tension lifting a little bit. "Well, yeah, okay, but like...it doesn't have to be emotional. It could just be physical. One and done." He gestured vaguely, then cringed at his facial expression.

A puzzle was turning in your mind. Not...what? You'd always looked for that little spark before you invited someone over. That little rush of heat, a shared glance. Sex was supposed to be romantic, at least a little bit. That's what you'd gleaned from the girls gushing in the bathrooms over how it felt and the moment.

Something cracked and dislodged in your chest. You took a shuddering breath, feeling your heartbeat stutter. There it was, that thing again. That little confusing piece that followed you around since day one of academy. Since you'd tagged along with Poe and watched him bloom alongside you and Rose, watched your friends and family grow into people with life and love and-

Something.

You felt twisted upside down. This was all wrong, this wasn't how it was supposed to...Poe had thrown a wrench in your ideas of everything, opened a door that you didn't like the idea of.

He was still looking at you carefully, analyzing the way your face twitched and you slowly put the pieces together.

"Have you ever actually been attracted to somebody?"

There it was. Hit the nail right on the head, right where you wanted him to miss. Of course. Of course you had, but he was sitting so close but so far away.

You scoffed. "What's it to you?"

He held up his hands and sat back. "No, hang on. It just sounds like you don't..."

"Don't what?" Something distinctly icy had entered your tone. A familiar defense when acknowledging that scared little emptiness in your cardiac region. One that ached and tore with every breath.

Poe realized he needed a different tactic. Pursing his lips, he tried again. "I mean, have you ever liked somebody as in, like, romantically? Or something past the physical stuff?"

"I'm not an asshole, what kind of-"

"it doesn't make you an asshole," Poe interrupted, "sometimes it's just how stuff is. I asked because it might explain why you feel that way about intimate sex."

The combination of your exposed secret and the bluntness of his vocabulary created a strange mix of comfort and indignance. You knew he meant well, he'd never shame you for sex. He couldn't, not with his roster. But Poe's curiosity was a bit strange. Pointed, specific, determined.

He hadn't cared. He wasn't supposed to care, he was Poe. Out of reach, off limits. With every word he dug up something you'd shoved down into the pits years ago.

"Why does it matter?" You swiveled to face him, chin propped on your palm. He shrugged.

"Dunno, just...troubleshooting."

"Troubleshooting? What am I, a protocol droid?" Your tone dripped with sarcasm, but the sentiment filled you with warmth.

Poe snorted. He reached for another bottle cap and flipped it between his fingers, rolling it along his knuckles like a Erko chip. "You said you had a problem, and I'm gonna help you fix it."

Oh, Maker. You recognized that expression. When Poe had an idea, nothing in the galaxies could derail his focus. You sighed. "Please don't, I don't care."

Poe looked up, mouth agape. "What do you mean you don't care? Sex is a great experience, and I want to find a way for you to enjoy it-"

"Why?"

"Because-"

"Why you? Why do you have to, what's it matter to you?" You tossed your hands up, exasperated. He paused his fiddling, swallowing thickly.

This conversation was muddling your already groggy mind. Twenty questions had not helped the predicament, and you really wanted to go to bed. Early training tomorrow, provided the rains let up. Poe watched you stand and grab your jacket, not making a move to stop you.

"I'm heading off," you mumbled. "Thanks for....yeah."

Maybe it was the light or maybe just wishful thinking, but his eyes softened with a smile.

"Night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams."

That curious feeling followed you all the way back to bed. Your dreams were not helpful either - twirling and changing and morphing into something wholly familiar but astounding.

Poe's voice, and that familiar smell, but accompanied with a flutter you don't remember feeling. It was gentler, softer. Something was there, something that hadn't been been before. You didn't understand why here his touches felt different, but they felt...better. Righter. Not sexual, not bad, but somehow there was an unspoken agreement that this was how it should be. Together.

You woke up in a cold sweat and pit in your stomach.

The rains were stronger that afternoon. Lightening flashed in the clouds, adding to the melancholy feeling in your chest. Last night's conversation had undeniably changed the air between you and Dameron. Even Rose noticed in her hungover haze.

"Jeez, you 'n Poe really screwed something up, huh?" she slurred, an ice pack resting over her eyes. She peered inquisitively at you from under her hood and you scoffed.

"No, Rose." It couldn't be farther from the truth. The idea caused such a viscerally upsetting image in your mind that you physically jolted in your seat.

"I need some air," you muttered, palm to your chest. A raw, nervous energy had consumed you from your first waking moment. Anticipation and dread rolled up into a nerve-wracking package.

Your feet, the bastards, walked a familiar route that you recognized all too late. Poe looked up as he was leaving his bunk and paused. HIs eyes held that same soft look from last night and your stomach lurched.

"Hey," he called, reaching out to snag your elbow. You flinched and a flicker of hurt crossed his features. He'd just woken up, curls sticking every which way atop his sleep-mussed face. Attractive in a way that floored you.

You muttered a hello and kept walking, darting into the first available room.

The dance kept up all day, swooping and waltzing around each other until everybody knew something was up. The rumor mill was brutal, fantasizing everything from a fight to a secret pregnancy. Any comments whispered behind your back paled in comparison to the mounting anxiety you felt.

That thing. That thing that Poe said that broke the wall around your heart. It was fucking everything up. He hadn't even said much. But it did a lethal damage, sending everything toppling down in a domino effect.

You couldn't focus. That something, begging to be let out, beat and hammered against your ribs, making you gag. Your pace faltered and you hurried to a bathroom.

"I'm gonna be sick-" you croaked, and somebody yelped. A pair of hands hauled you off the floor and up, but the world was already spinning. Your heart had jumped out of your mouth and was sputtering on the floor, dying in a wash of crimson glory. Something had also snagged your lungs, tearing oxygen just out of reach.

What a way to go.

Poe's smell filled your nose and you hoped it wasn't another dream. That dream had stripped your faculties and left you an emotional mess. A better dream, please, I want to be at peace.

A hacking, gagging, awful sound that you realized was coming from you. Someone was pounding your back as you heaved in air, choking on your own spit.

"Umph cut it out!" you rasped, smacking away whoever was braking your spine.

Your heart wheezed a last breath when you met Poe's eyes. It was his room that smelled that way. And yes, your heart was still in your chest and your lungs were in working order. the air was a bit hard to breath now that Poe had clouded it with his pure, unadulterated concern that looked a little too close to-

Something.

"I'm sorry," he blurted, hands flexing at his side. "I...I fucked up. Last night. I'm sorry."

It felt like a collective breath was released. You swallowed, steadying yourself against the wall.

"It's okay," you said, nodding. "Me too."

A tentative silence before he crossed to sit next to you. There was that look again, so genuine and pure that it made your breath halt. You'd walked into it. A little glimmer grew into a solid shine over your heart.

Something, something, something.

"You didn't answer my question," he whispered, almost too quiet. Your tongue stopped working. You knew what he meant. That was throwing a wrench in things, that unchecked box. The blank space. The answer was clear. He knew. You knew. Rose knew, she'd seen it a galaxy away.

"Have you ever-"

"I remember," you cut him off, heart hammering. "I remember the question."

He nodded imperceptibly. The situation became abundantly apparent as you forced yourself to press on.

He'd been waiting. His soft pink insides were already bared, ready for you to take a bite. Nothing was hidden anymore. All out, for everyone to see.

But for you especially.

Your turn.

Tentatively, you leaned forward. Poe's eyes burned, and you saw the muscles flexing with his restraint. His rope was twisting tighter as you hesitated.

It snapped.

He tasted like chocolate and summer. Your lips fell open in shock, allowing his tongue to slip inside. He cradled your jaw gently, sucking and pulling you out of your shell. Each gentle lap and kiss broke off another stone, chipping slate from your soft center. Your skin tingled, feeling every emotion you'd bottled up.

The vulnerability was too much. You couldn't breathe, enraptured with the way his hands felt and he held you tighter.

"Poe," you mumbled into his mouth, and he withdrew. The empty space between you was weaponized, scratching and biting your tender skin. You needed to be closer. Together. Bound as one, breathing in and out with the same lungs and beating the same heart.

That was the something.

Something built under you as he hauled you into his arms and sank into his mattress, devouring your lips with his. This was how it was supposed to feel. Alive with a burning feeling that ate you up on the inside. Like hot desert sun that warmed your bones and dissolved your mind into mush.

His finger traced under you shirt. Your nerves screamed, twisting your torso away. A wild, nervous colt had replaced your disposition. The hill you were climbing was slippery, and what waited at the top was beginning to scare you.

"Wait," you breathed, stuttering, "I didn't-"

Poe held his hands up, breathing hard. "It's okay. It's okay. I'm not gonna move. Just...tell me when, okay?"

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. You'd never...not like this. Not with your heart on full display and your guard down and certainly not face to face.

"Marcus," you blurted, "always did it behind. To be less...open."

The admission felt liberating somehow, like a weight had been lifted. Poe nodded slowly, gears turning.

"Do you...like it that way?"

Your face said what your tongue couldn't, and he nodded again. Before his hands brushed your arms, he tapped your wrist twice.

Okay?

You tapped him back. Okay.

He drew you closer, gently adjusting your thighs around his hips. "Like this, see?" His eyes were searching, patient. Uncertainty trembled inside, but you nodded.

His lips met yours again and you moaned quietly, leaning into his embrace. your hearts thudded next to each other, feeding from the other's heat. This time, his hands slipped your shirt over your head and you didn't protest. It was a shock, at first, to be so unprotected, but his hands soothed over any rough patches and coaxed you back to safety.

This was okay.

Your sleep shorts hiking over your thighs with ease. Poe slowed, letting you adjust to the cool air. He caught your apprehension and stopped moving.

"Hey," he whispered, hands settling around your waist. You didn't move from your position against his neck, curling tighter to hide your furious blushing.

"We don't have to do this tonight." He relaxed his grip and moved away. Terrified, you grabbed his hand and put it back on your hip. Poe rubbed your back slowly.

"It's fine," you muttered, words muffled by his neck.

"You look like you're about to be executed," he teased, pulling your face back to look him in the eye. Your gaze flitted around, trying to avoid the overwhelming emotion pouring out of his face, and to sneak a glimpse of his perfectly muscular chest.

"I'm okay," you whispered. "Just nervous."

Poe nodded, scooting back a little bit. "I understand. Do you want to just sit like this for a minute? It'll be better if you relax." You nodded, leaning back against him. The sunshine pouring from his skin glowed gently, He fiddled with your hands, inspecting the ridges and bumps on your fingers. You smiled apologetically when he peered at your torn cuticles.

"Nervous habit," you explained. He lifted his right hand and to your surprise, had the most chewed-up fingernails you'd ever seen.

"Me too."

His arms tightened around your middle and you felt the soft brush of his lips across your shoulder. The gentle affection made you tremble. Something distinctly new was blooming in the warm darkness of his room. Something that felt soft and nice but more than a little terrifying.

"Why does this position bother you?" he asked quietly, sucking on your neck. You wriggled at the heady warmth of his mouth.

"Mmm...I dunno, it's just...vulnerable, I guess," you breathed, pressing closer. That familiar heat had returned, glowing under your sternum and making your fingers tingle. Poe hummed in thought, slowly turning you over so you were pressed front to front.

"Not gonna do anything, just movin' you around," he soothed your hunched shoulders. You relaxed, licking under his ear and smiling at his tiny groan.

"Is vulnerability a bad thing?" He continued kissing along your shoulders, hands safely on your back.

"N-no," your heart was picking up, "just...just different, I don't know-" you sucked in a deep breath when he nipped at your earlobe.

"That's okay. Different can be good, too."

Your skin was burning, and an unmistakable knot had started twisting under your navel. The muscles in your thighs twitched and flexed around Poe's waist. You felt him against your inner thigh, harder than steel, but he still waited patiently, mapping your skin with his lips and hands. You faltered, unsure of how to tell.

His thumb tapped your elbow twice, tap-tap. You shifted, confused. He did it again, and you peered at his hand curiously. tap-tap?

oh.

You took a slow breath and tapped his elbow twice, tap. tap.

Okay.

He rubbed the back of your hand soothingly, but didn't move further. His lips didn't stop suckling your clavicle. You hesitantly brought your hand to his hair and stroked it. He groaned quietly, encouraging you. Swallowing, you tugged the ends of his curls and blushed when he pressed closer, grip tightening on your waist.

Okay, okay. This was okay.

Poe's fingers trailed delicately over the soft skin of your stomach, pausing to tickle your ribs. You shivering, giggling, tugging his hair affectionately.

"Poe, what are you doingghuhh," his fingers pushed the air out of your chest, pressing thickly up into your core. You choked out a moan and wriggled, the spark in your chest exploding. Poe's eyes flicked to your face, questioning, but he smiled when you started to rock slightly on his hands.

"I'm following your lead," he said, adjusting the angle of his fingers. You whimpered again, folds fluttering around him. You nodded rapidly, hips rocking faster. Poe grinned cheekily, curling his thumb just so to brush your clit. The responding whine made his cock throb against your leg.

It did not take you long to hurtle over that peak. With a heavy sigh, a wave of warmth and sticky pleasure drowned out your pounding heart, sending a rocking tremor through your body. Your pussy squeezed his fingers and gushed over his lap, to Poe's delight. He caught you when you collapsed against him, moaning with satisfaction.

The aftershocks were almost as intense as the orgasm. You breathed shakily, still bucking greedily on his magic fingers.

"Good," you whined when he raised his eyebrow, "really good..." you moaned louder when he pinched your clit teasingly.

An inhumanly high whimper tore out of your throat as he picked up the pace, massaging and pressing perfectly against your walls. Your leaking arousal trickled down your thigh. Poe swiped a finger of it and sucked, eyes fluttering closed. You stared slack-jawed, unable to look away as he drank up your slick greedily.

Poe groaned, finger-fucking you faster. You shuddered and let it steamroll you again, losing all composition against his chest. Your puffy folds gripped him like a vise. He pulled his hand free and licked a long stripe up his finger, swallowing obscenely. His heavy lidded eyes met yours, brown irises glittering with lust.

You whimpered, overwhelmed with his attention.

"That's two," he winked. Before you could respond he hiked you up against his chest and spread his thighs. Still hazy from your last climax, you kissed his neck messily. Poe paused, squeezing your ass.

"Deep breath, baby."

"Wh-"

A long, punishing stroke as he pushed into you, hot and hard. Your lower body seized, a rush of stimulation short-circuiting your brain. A loud moan filled the room, and you distantly realized it was yours.

Poe was big. Really big, and stretched you past the breaking point. You choked and whined to gain back the air he'd ripped from your lungs. He smiled, rocking slowly to let you adjust. Your arms were pressed tight to your chest, head still tucked away from his view.

"Don't hide, sit back," he guided, tugging you in front of him. The new angle pulled another moan as his tip bullied against your sensitive cunt. Your chest heaved, eyes listless from the constant pleasure.

"I want to see you," he whispered, looking you dead on. it send a shard right through your chest.

"I want to."

You swallowed and he began to rock gently. The sensation made you gasp, locking onto his biceps. His grin was easy, welcoming.

"You look lovely." His praise sent another flutter to your cunt. His eyebrow raised, catching the glaze over your eyes.

Oh, now he's got it. He'd figured out the pattern. That exact combination of touches and moves to make you fall into him. Poe paused for a moment, to your confusion, then rocked forward hard. You bucked up against him, crying out as he began a steady, firm pace.

"You're doing good," he panted, nipping your cheek, "doing really well, see? Feel good, baby?"

You moaned, magma pulsing and rising in your veins. His words sluiced over you like a balm, easing the overwhelming presence of him. Nothing in you was the way it should be; your bones were jelly, your skin felt like fire and your head full of cotton.

Was this what he meant by sex? This? This heady mix of hot and wet and fast and so all-consuming it overrode your brain? Nothing Snap could come up with held a candle to the high you were riding at the moment.

At some point, Poe had flipped you onto your back. Or maybe you'd done that? Your knees were up and pushed against your breasts, his cock driving madly into your fully exposed core. The power in his hips was unbelievable. You felt the muscles bunching beneath your palms as you held on for dear life.

Poe huffed in your ear, mumbling jibbered praise and half-coherent expletives. The bunk quaked with each punch of his hips, further disorienting your fucked-out perspective.

Your nails dug into his back and you gritted out a moan as another orgasm knocked you flat. The mattress was melded to your back at this point; might as well label yourself "Rebel bunk grade" and accept it.

"Poe," you whined, arching and writhing away from the unending stimulation. He grunted and heaved you back up against his chest, spreading his thighs for balance. Your eyes flickered up to meet his; frantic, lust-blown, just a bit unfocused.

That thing, that new, flourishing something burned hot like the sun. It filled Poe's eyes when he looked at you, slack-jawed with pleasure. It rested on the tip of your tongue as you asked for more, please. It was everywhere.

A broken cry accompanied your fourth climax, shepherding you gently into a distant, heavenly pleasure that licked up your spine and filled you with a joy you'd never experienced. Pure bliss leaked out of every pore, drowning you and pulling Poe under the tide. He bucked and groaned, crushing his lips against yours.

You shuddered a sigh when you felt him release inside, a syrupy warmth filling you. Your thighs gave out, crumpling onto the sheets. Poe's chest was covered in a sheen of sweat, but he wasn't quite done yet.

"Poe, wh-what," you whined as he flipped you onto your front. Your cheeks pressed against the mattress, and you braced yourself against the frame.

"Jus' hang on," he panted, "just gimme a sec," his breathing was choppy and labored. It took you a minute to realize he was still hard inside of you, length pulsing tightly against your sponginess.

A small whimper when you felt his chest press against your back. This was familiar...but different. It felt...better. Warmer, kinder, softer. Like the two of you were fitted perfectly, wrapped in a nest of-

of?

There was that something again, whatever it was-

Well, whatever it was didn't matter because Poe's cock hammered your brain flat. He wasn't fucking hard, but deep. Slow, steady, punishing. Every ridge and vein dragged along your velvety petals, lighting every nerve and blood cell and capillary and everything on fire. His strong, stable hands cradled your hips, pulling you back until no space existed between you.

you didn't know what you expected. When his lips touched yours, you didn't know he could wreck you like this. That he could pull you apart and put you back together in a way that made you want to cry. You expected something quick, fast, clinical. Not this. This...this was a new world of torture you hadn't had the pleasure of exploring.

Your moans were muffled by the sheets. The muscles in your shoulders ached from the way he was pressed close. Any move you made, he made with you. Any time he wanted to clutch you tighter, the limper you got.

"Come on," he gritted out, "almost there, you've been doing so good, come on-" a loud groan and he rammed faster, shucking you up the bed a few inches.

The end was in sight. You were so close, but it felt...too far. You couldn't do it, you were exhausted, wrung out. Too much too fast. It felt good, to be here like this, but there was no way-

Poe craned his neck down, sucking gently on your jaw. His fingers laced with yours and there it was. There was that something you'd been looking for.

As the rest of you dissolved into ecstasy, a single thought hardened into a glowing pearl. Your drained, exhausted body felt drawn to that pearl as you floated out of your mind. A wave of pleasant calmness carried you closer, closer.

Oh. Of course. Your lips slipped into a smile as you drifted back to earth, the last little stitch in place.

A guttural cry met you back in the real world. Poe's hands were everywhere, pulling you up, pressing against your cheeks, wiping tears - were you crying? - pulling you closer. Closer, somehow, than being literally fused together. Everywhere you looked, Poe Poe Poe. His smell, voice, skin, hair.

"Poe," you breathed. He kissed your forehead, still cooing.

"Poe," you said again, urgent. His dark gaze twisted with concern, holding your jaw to inspect you for tears.

"Did I go too hard? I'm sorry, fuck, I-"

"I want to answer your question," you rushed with startling clarity. Poe was clearly surprised by your attitude, having just witnessed your ascension to heaven.

"Wh-"

Frustrated, you pulled him into a hard kiss, accidentally nipping his lip. The iron tang was sweetened by the leftover arousal on his tongue. His confusion soon faded, and you felt his lips slack with understanding. When he moved to pull away, you pulled him back, not yet ready to look at him. Your noses brushed each other, lips a breath apart.

"I-"

"Me too, idiot," he muttered, biting your cheek and laughing when you smacked his chest. Post-fucking endorphins had thrown you for a loop and his cheeky winks were sending you through the roof.

"I was-"

"I know," he said simply, interrupting you with another kiss.

"St-"

"What was that?"

A beat, then you were pulled back into his little galaxy in a whirl of kisses and smiles, content to rest as one again.

There. That was how it was supposed to be.

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[onakomiyaki]

Max is way too excited when he return to his motorhome, body still sticky with champangne, RedBull, rains and sweats. His race suit is tied nicely around his waist and his fire proof (that turn kinda seer from how wet he is) hugs his body perfectly.

Max had left everybody out, including Jos and Kelly and her family. He excuse himself and said that he need to call his mother and Victoria, which of course they can't argue with. Jos raised his eyebrow at him, but not questioning him, instead he was nodding his head and return his convo with Helmut Marko. And Kelly? Well, Kelly is Kelly. She insisted to join the call but Max said its his and his family time and that Kelly should go celebrate his win with her family. If Kelly was hurt by that comment, she doesn't show it. She just smile and return to Redbull crew and celebrating like he told her to do.

Upon arriving at his motorhome, Max start shedding his race suit, leaving him in his boxer short and his fireproof. He held his phone with his left hand as he sank down to the sofa. Max spread his arm as he rest his head on it, facing the ceiling of the motorhome as he enjoy the silence hugging him comfortably.

He close his eyes, finally letting his mask down and cried softly.

He won. In Brazil. From P17.

Max knew that if his father saw him sobbing like a kid he would scold him. Its not champion-like of him to show any vulnerable emotion. But he can't help it. Because he is not strong, not as strong as people think. He, infact, got very sensitive heart.

There is a whirr from the exhaust fan of the motorhome and some static noises from the mini fridge. The motorhome is not 100 percent sound proof, so he can still faintly hear the bustling commotion outside. Probably Alpine duo getting swarmed by the media, and Max is glad that he run away after finishing his media duty.

Max sigh a little as he change his position. He is now leaning down, elbows sat on his thigh as he open his phone. He removed all the media notification, swiping it left and right.

RedBull Racing Team post, swipe.

Team Redline post, swipe.

ESPN, swipe.

F1 Official, swipe.

Daniel Ricciardo, swi-

Max's thumb stopped, frozen in place as he saw Daniel's name. He sucked in some air that decided to left his lungs and clicked the message icon.

Daniel Ricciardo 5.52 p.m

Congratulations, Maxy! Amazing drive mate.

🥂

He hesitantly move his thumb to the calling button, letting his thumb hover on top of it. Max bite his lower lip before finally pressing it. He turn on the loudspeaker mode as he wait for the calls to connect.

He never knew that waiting a call to be connected can feel like eternity.

And when the call finally connect, Max eyes widen at the sight of time finally counting up.

"Hello? Daniel?"

"Hiya, Maxy. Congratulations mate! I didn't watch the race but I saw the post and immediately went and saw the reply. You're such a beast!"

"Ah, thank you, Daniel. It was a hard race. We fought well against McLaren and Ferrari today."

"No no no, YOU fought well against McLaren and Ferrari. And Alpine as well, shocker!"

Max let out a laugh as the person on the other end laughing at his own word. Indeed one thing Max wasn't expected is his fight with Esteban in Alpine. RB20 against A524 sounds like a good joke.

"We're fighting against Alpine now." Max whisper.

"Kinda tragic isn't it?"

"Yeah it does."

Daniel doesn't say anything and Max also went silent. Max can hear the rain out side, the water hitting his motorhome roof. The rain picking up again, he thought. Max also can hear the faint bustling background noises from Daniel's side. He knew Daniel went to watch Bills game, and from what he heard, Bills won the game as well.

"I wish you were here to celebrate with me, Daniel." He broke the silence.

Daniel doesn't answer, but Max can hear his soft chuckles. Max like to imagine that Daniel's chest would vibrate when he let out a chuckle like that. Max would love to feel that vibration on his palm. Max would love to feel Daniel close to him, a lot.

"Me too, Maxy."

"I miss you a lot, Daniel. I miss you. I miss us. I don't want this without you. Come back, please."

Max let out a choked sobs as he break down once again, holding his phone with two hands now as tears streaming down his face. Max closed his eyes as his shoulder tremble. All hell break loose.

"I'm tired of doing this alone.. I want to be with you, in America. Watching Bills, riding dirt bikes, go to parties. I want that. With you."

Max cried out, sobbing violently as the emotions finally caught up to him. The fact that he had to fight alone on the front with Alpine and his teammate is struggling with their sister team had taken a toll on him. This is so unfair for him. He deserve more than this. He deserve Daniel as his teammate.

"I'm tired Daniel.."

Daniel inhale sharply, sniffling a little. Max can hear the background noises slowly disappear. Daniel probably moved somewhere more privatelym

"I know baby, must be tiring. I tell you what, you can go to my farm on the break. We can enjoy some barbeque and talk about it, yeah?"

"Yeah?"

"Of course Maxy. For you."

Max nod his head, not aware that Daniel can't see anything. But he did it anyway.

"I would love to visit your farm, Daniel."

"Of course you do, you always want to visit my farm."

Max let out a chuckle at his comment. He can imagine Daniel's cheesy smile when he said that and that make Max happy. Much happier than few minutes ago. There is another silence between them when Max don't know what to talk again on the phone. He never like phone calls, he prefer talking in person because somehow the topics flowing in naturally when he talk in person. Or maybe because it is Daniel on the other side.

"Well, its settled. You and me, in my farm. Enjoying sunset and beers, riding dirtbikes around. Its a date then."

"You're an idiot."

"Oh but you love it, Maxy."

Max feel something flipped inside his stomach when Daniel change his tone. He can feel his body temperature rising and he close his thighs together involuntary.

"Well then Maxy, I will leave you to celebrate your win while I'm celebrating here."

"Okay Daniel. And thank you for the congratulation message."

"Anytime sweetcheeks. See you around."

The call ends and Max had to compose himself for a second. His phone vibrate, indicating a new message on his phone. He open his phone open and see another message from Daniel.

Daniel Ricciardo 6.24 p.m

You're not alone, Maxy. I will be here for you.

🦋💙

Max smile at the message.

I'm not alone after all.

[that-sunny-pup]

Hello! I'm the mod, you can call me Mod Duck! Please respect that this blog is both as canon as I can be, but mostly headcanons, so some stuff might not be accurate or in character! I only had a couple scenes to work off of, so cut me some slack here 🙏

DogDay is 14 years old, and big DogDay/Solar is like. 31

𖤓 WARNINGS:

This blog may contain cursing and heavy topics such as mental breakdowns, Violence, panic attacks, and stuff simular to that. Mod is a Minor, so sexual topics will be kept to a minimum 🫵

𖤓 Role-playing and symbols:

"This is the regular, small DogDay! Hiya friends!!!"

"And this is the big DogDay, AKA Solar: They took my fuckin legs.."

[This is actions and/or thoughts!]

and this is how I'll speak most of the time! sometimes the tags tho

𖤓 other SC blogs:

@the-cool-chicken

@the-crafty-unicorn

@bubba-bubbaphant

@picky-piggy

@hoppyhopscotch1

@acat-foryournap

@bobbybearhugs-blog

@bunny-go-hop-hop

@dogday-shines-bright

@bearhugs-from-bobby

@the-cat-that-naps

@bubbabubbaphant-blog

@baba-chops-emo-sheep

@simon-the-dragon

@rabie-baby-bat

GO FOLLOW THEM, THEY'RE ALL WONDERFUL!!! 🫵

Plus my other blog: @allister-the-procrastigator

𖤓 ART:

[all drawn by me!]

current status: REVIVING!! very soon

headcanons under the cut:

Dogday has Autism and ADHD!

Because of his big ol ears, he has bad sensory issues with specific sounds, especially since he can hear so well. Because of that, he carries around headphones with him everywhere, so if you see him sitting somewhere with them on, he is overwhelmed, do not bother him!!

He glows in the dark like a nightlight, but his pendant glows constantly.

When he stims, he does so with tail wagging, hand flapping, and leg stomps/shakes.

he howls at the sun instead of the moon!

He is TERRIFIED of sunflowers. they stare back, he swears they do.

he finds pop rock candy very fascinating! it's his favorite candy.

he likes basking in the sun! and though he may be busy with something almost all the time, he always has an eye out, and is always keeping his friends safe, no matter what!

He 100% puts others before himself, no doubt.

he also has bad memory. not HORRIFICALLY bad, but its not very good either.

his body temperature is warmer than everybody elses, meaning he overheats easily. In contrast to what most would think, he likes cold weather more than summer weather.

[woahitswednesday]

Woooo pinned post tiiiime 😘

Hiya everybody! I'm Wednesday 😊 Why Wednesday? Because I'm a short little nerdy goth girl but with giant tits and a lot more willing than Wednesday 🤭

Now just because I am nerdy does that mean I am smart? NO WAY, I am a silly little ditz and that is ok because it's a big part of why I am sweet and so agreeable. Also this isn't fantasy for me, this is the real me.

I really am a goth bimbo and don't pretend to like all the things I reblog, I actually like them, so if you think I will fit some fantasy for you because I enjoy being a dumb goth slut you have to remember part of being a big titted bimbo comes with some very real restrictions. With tits like these I have to wear a bra 🥲, these big milk makers hurt my back and wearing a bra is necessary (hint if you want to buy me a pretty bra or send me money to buy one).

Just remember, part of being a genuine dumb girl means I probably don't like getting a million questions about things, so keep it short and simple, and be nice to the dumb little goth bimbo(well, teasing me is ok 😛)

Love and kisses Wednesday 😘💜🥰

Written by @primalprofessoragain, emojis and other dummy stuff added by Wednesday!

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Hello!

I was looking into supporting the kickstarter, but I can't make sense of the page (I've never done this before). Which tier do I do if I want just the graphic novel and the enamel pins? Or are the pins only in a higher tier?

I'm sorry if the question is annoying, but you seem like the person who knows this stuff :') Either way, thank you!

Hiya! :) So, kickstarter is a crowfunding project page. You need to make an account there (register :)).

There are two types of goodies one can get with their copy of the Good Omens graphic novel :) <3

goodies determined by the Tier you choose and pledge to - basically, so everyone who chooses the same Tier gets the same goodies, for example all on Serpent Tier get the copy, Frank Quitely cover dust jacket, and Loot Pack #1 (the content of the Loot Pack is getting bigger as more people pledge to the project and budget is getting bigger :)) (greater description what is in each tier is on the Campaign page)

goodies determined by your pick as add ons - more things you can add to your tier pick :), the things you can pick from are the same for everybody.

So, basically you choose your tier, that will determine one pack of goodies you get, and then before checkout (or after - you can edit your pledge) you can add more things to it. :)

Now, you asked for pins :). That depends on which pins you mean:

Pins determined by Tier: the Graphic novel pins - Aziraphale and Crowley (Hellhound Tier and those up), Another Aziraphale and Crowley, Dog, two unknowns (Demon Tier and those up), Terry and Neil, Beelzebub (Horsemen Tier and up), Metatron (Archangel Tier and up)

Particular pins chosen as add on: there are two possibilities of TV Crowley and Aziraphale to add as an add on:

Pins from the mystery pack: there is a bunch of TV inspired pins that are available to buy in mystery packs, 3 in one mystery pack (plus many more of them will be reaveal at this page)

you can add a mystery pack as an add on :)

Hope that helped! :) ❤

@goodomenshq did I get everything right? :D

[your-mommy-ems]

OK OK SOOO EVERYBODY WELCOME TO A NEW ERA OF EMMA!!!!

urbanflorals is no more 😔 rip.

my new url for the time being is @flowers-for-em it might change depending on the poll :))

tagging ppl so you knowww

@nqds, @reminiscentreader, @sophiesonlinediary, @sophiesonlinediary, @percabeths-blue-cookies

@art-of-fools, @deprivedofbraincellsandsleep, @xo-zozo, @lxvebelle, @lost-in-reveriie

@svnflowermoon, @maybxlle, @nuncscioquidsitamor-13, @his-littlefox, @gentlehue,

@kozumesphone, @missedyour21st, @riordanness, @mqshido, @hopelesslyromanticshark

@nereidaa, @feerique, @over-the-oceancall, @moonlightt444, @skeelly

@gergthecat, @ssparksflyy, @sunsetovertheocean, @shuhuaspookie, @moondust-on-the-hijabi

@that-multi-fandom-hijabi, @hiya-itsamber, @daydream-of-a-wallflower, @sleepinginmygrave

for now thats all i can think of <333