#i actually have no ideas on how they would meet

[thatoneautisticshark]

Adding further to this, everyone needs to stop jumping to try and say it's for disabled people. I am disabled, a shit tonne of fandom is disabled, because fandom is an escape.

It lets us meet people online, who don't give a shit if we can't speak out loud, who understand if we drop of the earth for a few days because of a flare up, and just want to make sure we are okay.

Fandom is something we can actually participate in, regardless of what issues we may have IRL.

So saying that, oh well, it's for disabled people to be able to write, is frankly offensive. We are just as capable, if not more capable of writing, then abled people (Due to hyper fixating many of us write more)

A tool to help would be a spell check. Text to speech of someone can't type, or if it was an assignment, extra time incase health got in the way.

An accommodation or tool allows us to achieve the same thing as an able bodied person. Generative AI is not writing, it is a Frankenstein of stolen content mashed together to seem original.

"Oh but I can't focus to write" then don't write right now, I've dropped off the face of tumbler for a few days because I couldn't focus to post anything good, rather then give my followers AI slop.

Or push, write anyways and edit later.

You use it for ideas?

There's thousands of ideas people post they would love to see written, or put up a post asking for asks!

You use to to roleplay?

I can guarantee, as someone who got fixated on the AI chat apps before I really learned how bad it is. I know it feels good, but can make your mental health dive so easy, and it's even easier to get addicted, don't.

Roleplaying with real people is even better anyways, and so much more satisfying, and the RP community on tumbler is live and well right now.

If you really can't compile your ideas well, don't. Post them as a scrambled lump of headcannons, people will still love it.

Don't be stealing content and fucking up the environment just because you are too fucking lazy to grind your work out.

Yes you won't be perfect at first, but I mean, no one is, you won't improve if you don't try. The first fiction I posted as a young teen? Was first person, constantly switching POV and was written, no kidding, like "I looked at him, he was hot, I blushed"

And you know what? People still enjoyed it!

The thing about fanfiction is it is from the fans! It people liking these blorbos, this universe enough they write their own stories.

And I could have edited this more, but no. I might seem protective of fanfiction, and that's because I am, it's an escape for a lot of people. Hell being able to post and interact with fandom helps keep a lot of people going, so we do not want it fucking full of ai slop.

Hey, you reblogged that AI post and I was surprised to see something so mean on your blog. "If you cant write unassisted, fuck you, youre a disgrace to the community." Is that really something you want on your blog?

Just in case this isn't a spam message:

Posting AI-generated content to a platform intended to be an archive for writers is not appropriate use of the platform. On a platform intended for human creation, it is rude and inappropriate to clog search results with AI-produced content which often plagiarizes the work of human authors.

Use of generative AI is also horrible for our environment, leading to massive waste of fossil fuel energy and water. We should not be doing damage to our planet for the sake of generating (robot-produced, often plagiarized) fiction, especially when the joy of fiction comes from the creation and emotion of real people.

Rather than giving a prompt to a generative AI, people should consider attempting to write their own work, or asking another writer from the fandom if they would be interested in writing it. Anyone who is capable of typing a prompt into ChatGPT is capable of writing a story. The first attempts may not be amazing, but that is true of any skill, and anyone can improve with time and practice - and while ChatGPT may give you big returns in your time, it doesn't give you practice, growth, or creativity, which is where the joy of writing should come from.

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

chasing city lights

chapter 29 - the grammys

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

masterlist

cw: language

i listened to ever since new york writing this and i recommend you do the same because it WORKS

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you, sarah, john b, kie and pope all arrived at the venue. it was buzzing with energy, cameras flashing, the air thick with anticipation.

you had just taken your seat, nerves and excitement rushing through your body.

you felt a gaze on you, and you turned around to see rafe already looking at you.

he was standing with the band, photographers swarming them, interviewers trying to steal a moment, but his focus was locked on one thing. you.

his eyes roamed over you slowly, taking in every detail of your dress, the way it fit you, the way you wore it like it was made for you. his lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

you bit back a smile, tilting your head slightly as if to say, what?

he exhaled sharply, shaking his head, his lips curling into a smirk. he mouthed, come here.

you simply lifted your glass of champagne in response, taking a slow sip, knowing he was going to come to you regardless.

sure enough, not even a minute later, rafe was making his way toward you, weaving through the tables with purpose.

john b chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “man’s got a whole grammy nomination tonight, and he’s acting like you’re the biggest prize in the room.”

and maybe you were.

rafe finally reached your table, his hands sliding into his pockets as he looked down at you, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“jesus, y/n” he murmured, voice just loud enough for you to hear over the music and chatter. “you’re trying to kill me tonight.”

you raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “i have no idea what you mean.”

his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again. “yeah, you do.”

rafe reached for your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “come with me for a second?”

you let him pull you up, following him past the crowd and into a quieter part of the venue. the moment you were alone, he exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair.

“i haven’t seen you all day,” he muttered. “and then you show up looking like…this.” his hands found your waist, pulling you closer. “how am i supposed to focus now?”

you grinned. “maybe by remembering you’re about to win a grammy?”

he smirked, shaking his head. “don’t care about that right now.” his voice dropped lower, pulling you in for a long kiss.

the kiss was slow, deliberate, like he was savouring every second, memorising the way you felt against him. his hands tightened on your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of your dress as if to remind himself you were real.

when he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips. “you have no idea how much i’ve missed you today.”

your fingers trailed up the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair. “well, you found me.”

he chuckled softly. “yeah. and now i don’t wanna let you go.”

you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “you kinda have to. unless you wanna ditch the grammys?”

he groaned, pulling back slightly but keeping his arms around you. “as tempting as that sounds, i think my manager would actually kill me."

before you could say anything else, an event coordinator passed by, gesturing toward the main hall. “they’re getting ready to start seating nominees,” she informed rafe with a polite smile.

he sighed, stealing one last glance at you before reluctantly pulling away. “come on,” he murmured, lacing his fingers with yours. “let’s go find our seats.”

you joined the others, topper and jj now sat at the table with everyone, murmuring amongst themselves.

''y/n! you look amazing." jj said, pulling you into a hug.

"as do you." you replied, sitting between him and rafe.

rafe’s arm draped casually over the back of your chair, his fingers grazing your shoulder.

as the lights dimmed, rafe’s knee bumped against yours under the table, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your shoulder. you could tell her was nervous, they all were.

the ceremony started, and the first few awards were announced, applause filling the room as artists took the stage giving emotional speeches. you could feel the anticipation building at your table, the weight of the moment sinking in. their category up next.

topper leaned in, nudging rafe. “you ready for this, man?”

rafe exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a small laugh. “not even a little.”

jj smirked. “well, if you pass out, at least we’ll go viral.”

the whole table laughed, even rafe, but you could tell his mind was racing. his fingers tightened slightly around yours, and you turned to him, speaking softly so only he could hear.

“hey,” you whispered, “no matter what happens, you’ve already won.”

he searched your eyes, his expression softening. “yeah?”

you nodded, squeezing his hand again. “yeah.”

before he could respond, the presenter stepped up to the mic, announcing, “and now, the nominees for song of the year are..."

the entire table tensed, all eyes fixed on the stage. rafe’s grip on your hand tightened, his leg bouncing slightly under the table.

you held your breath.

“…and the grammy goes to-"

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a/n: told u guys i was gonna use those photos for the grammys🙈

anyway chasing city lights is coming to an end very soon and i am a wreck OVER IT💜

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[nyoomfruits]

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ) followed by a heated kiss while holding them by the throat for landoscar? 👀

okay so i interperted the 'etc' as. strip uno lmao.

Upon reflection, maybe Oscar should’ve seen it coming when he started a game of Uno with George, Alex, Charles and Lando and agreed to play by their ‘house rules’. Actually, he should’ve definitely asked what those house rules meant, maybe. Instead of assuming they’re just simple things like that you can play a green five and a red five at the same time.

“I… what?” He asks, blinking up at George.

“I asked,” George says, patiently. “Do you want to take two or do you want to take off a piece of clothing?”

Oscar blinks at him. Looks around at the others who are eyeing him curiously, but otherwise seem to find this completely normal. “I’ll uh. Take 2,” Oscar says, and reaches for the card pile.

“Your loss,” George says, with a shrug, and places down a green 4.

Oscar is still 99% sure they are pulling his leg with the whole strip thing when, three rounds later, Lando pouts at a +2 and then promptly takes off his shirt. Oscar stares, realizes he’s staring, quickly looks somewhere else, and meets Alex’s knowing glance.

He’s starting to think maybe he’s in over his head.

Especially when, just as he’s started to get used to the fact he’s apparently playing strip uno, he puts down a +4, assuming Lando will just have to take off two pieces of clothing instead of one.

Instead, Lando shouts, “KISS RULE, I’M EVOKING THE KISS RULE.”

“Uh,” Oscar says, but then before he can ask what the kiss rule is, he has his lap full of a grinning Lando who kisses him full on the mouth.

The whole world freezes, and for a second it’s just Oscar, and Lando, and the warm feeling of Lando’s thighs pressing against his own, and Lando’s hands engulfing his face, and their lips pressed together, and he thinks “Oh my god.”

But then Lando pulls away, disappears off his lap, cheers, “No +4 for me!” and the world comes crashing back down again.

It’s a game. It’s just a game.

Oscar plays the rest of the game, tries to pretend his lips don’t still tingle from where they pressed against Lando’s, gives George a chaste kiss to get out of a +4, nothing like what he share with Lando, takes off his socks to get out of a +2. It’s fine. It’s fine, just a silly game between bros.

And he’s good at it, when he finally gets the hang of all their bizarre rules. Which means it all comes down to one final round. The all or nothing. Oscar has the winning card in his hand, has called Uno, is getting ready to win, when.

“+2,” Lando crows excitedly. “Suck it, nerd.”

“Right,” Oscar says, staring at his final, winning card. He’s already taken off any acceptable piece of clothing he can. His socks, his hoodie. The only thing left are his jeans or his t-shirt, and he’s not really comfortable with taking off either. But winning. There’s nothing sweeter than winning, is there? And this would be his only shot. George also only has one card left, and he’s vibrating with excitement next to Oscar, and Oscar knows he’ll take the win if Oscar takes the +2.

“Alright,” Oscar says. “Fuck it.” And takes off his t-shirt and one fell swoop before slamming the winning card down on the pile. “I won.”

George and Alex grumble loudly. Charles, with his hands still full of cards, keeps yelling “I got it, I nearly got it, I was so close to winning!” And Lando.

Lando is just staring at Oscar.

“Uh,” Oscar says, reaching for the t-shirt he threw on the floor somewhere.

“Don’t,” Lando says, his hands circling around Oscar’s wrist. It’s insane, how much bigger his hands are compared to Oscar’s. “Let me just-“ He doesn’t finish his sentence, just pulls Oscar up, pushes him out of the hotel room they’re in, into the bathroom.

“What-“ Oscar starts, but Lando is already slamming him against the now closed door, crowding close.

“Jesus, Oscar, do you have any idea how hot that was?” Lando asks. He’s distracted, though, his hands roaming all over Oscar’s still exposed chest, his arms. “Fucking hell.” His hand brushes over Oscar’s collarbone, near his neck, and Oscar swallows, thinks about how easily Lando’s hand fit around his wrist, wonders how easily it would fit around his neck.

Lando must hear his thoughts somehow, because suddenly his hand is on Oscar’s neck, not really pressing, just holding, and Oscar gasps, a noise that immediately gets swallowed by Lando as he presses his lips against Oscar’s once again.

And before, before it was a game. Could be written off as just doing it for the points. But this. This is real. This really is Lando pressing him into the door, slotting his knee between Oscar’s thighs to pry them open, this really is Lando’s hand still on his neck, keeping him there, making it so he can do nothing else but let himself be kissed.

Not that he wants anything else. Lando kisses like a starved man, desperate and like he can never get enough, taking taking taking, and Oscar just wants to give.

“Oy, please don’t tell me you’re fucking! I have to brush my teeth in there.” Alex suddenly yells through the door and Lando and Oscar spring apart, suddenly acutely aware of where they are and who they are with.

“Fuck, shit sorry, I got carried away,” Lando says, pupils blown wide.

“No, no, no, I want-“ Oscar chokes off. You, this, everything.

Lando nods, eyes still a little crazed. “Okay. Okay, yeah. My room? Ten minutes.” He says, and then moves past Oscar, out the door.

Oscar lets himself fall back against the door, hand resting at the base of his neck, where Lando’s hand just was.

Maybe. Maybe he should play by the house rules more often.

[augustjoy]

The Color Pink

Based on the following ask: Hii, I was just wondering if you could do Aaron x reader but the team for some reason refuses to warm up to her for a while.  If you can please make the reader hyperfem only if you want to. Thank you!!!! I love the idea of Hotch with a hyperfem girlie – she’d be in pink ALWAYS, with a wardrobe and home full of ruffles! So, the BAU team is against this relationship of Hotch’s because 1. They assume she’s a bimbo due to the hyperfemininity and 2. She’s young. Basically, they are questioning Hotch’s judgement on this one. Flashbacks in italics.

Aaron Hotchner x HyperFem! Reader Angst/Fluff Word count: 2552

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, age gap (reader is 20s/Hotch is 40s), female reader, np physical description (other than having hair long enough to curl and Aaron referring to her as little – which he’s big tall so everyone is small compared to him), hyperfeminine reader, explicit language, consultant reader, BAU being judgy overprotective, Morgan being rude, Spencer and Garcia defending the reader, Reader is a presumed Bimbo…but is actually really smart (Elle Woods-esque),  mentions of food/eating, reader has a flash of self-doubt, mention of Jack, let me know if I missed anything.

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

Meeting you had been an act of fate. At least, that’s how Aaron saw it. You were not the type of girl he’d typically go for…not ever. But that morning, you’d got a flat tire on your way to work, ironically on Aaron’s way to work. He had to do the right thing, any chivalrous man would, he was going to pull over no matter what, but when you stepped out of your car…that sealed the deal. He needed to pull over because if he didn’t, someone else would, someone potentially dangerous.

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“Excuse me miss; do you need some help?” Aaron offered.

“Oh, I um – I got a flat. I called Triple A, but they said it be like forty-five minutes.” You explained.

You stepped out of your car and stole the breath from Aaron’s lungs. You were in a satin pink button-up blouse, with high-waisted white trousers, and strappy pink heels. Your hair was cascading over your shoulders in beautiful loose curls, your gaze lifted to his. Aaron had to release a light cough to pull himself out of the trance you had him in.

“Do you have a spare?” He asked.

“I don’ t think so. But like I said, Triple A is on the way, so I guess I will just sit and wait.” You shrugged.

“I’m not sure I feel comfortable leaving you here on your own.” Aaron admitted.

You gave him a once over. He was in a well-fitted gray suit, his hair lightly slicked back, black dress shoes, and a silver Rolex resting on his left wrist. You took quick note of the absence of a wedding ring. A very brief rush of unease slid through you, but it was washed away as he moved his hand to his hip, unknowingly flashing the FBI badge that was clipped to his belt loop.

“I’d hate to be an imposition. Plus, we are strangers…” You eyed him once more.

“Right, I uh – I’m Aaron Hotchner.” He introduced himself and offered you his hand to shake.

You shook it gently, giving him your name. You couldn’t help the blush that crept over your cheeks at the warmth radiating from him. It was your turn to feel breathless. Taking him in once more, you had to admit to yourself that he was handsome. Clearly older than you, but you didn’t mind…and age didn’t define beauty.

Aaron had waited the whole forty-five minutes with you, once Triple A showed up, he waited for you to get everything squared away with them before turning to leave.

“So that’s it?”  You called after him.

“What do you mean?” He questioned.

“You just sat and waited forty-five minutes with me and you’re just going to leave? Without asking me out? Or at least asking for my phone number?” You huffed.

Aaron was speechless. He had wanted to ask you out…truthfully he’d thought about it the moment you stepped out of your car, but he didn’t want you to fell that he was some sort of predator. But now here you were, this gorgeous little thing, asking him to ask you out.

“Would you go to dinner with me Friday? Provided my work doesn’t call me away.” He asks.

“Yes. Pick me up at seven.” You smiled, handing him a light pink business card.

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Initially, Aaron didn’t introduce you to anyone because he wanted to see if your relationship would bloom into something real. As things did progress, he opened up to you about his life, his job, his family…and his demons. He hadn’t wanted to let his darkness taint your light, your sparkle, but one night while he was staying with you, he’d had a brutal nightmare, one that had him spewing all the information out to you while you held him close, your sparkle shining bright.

Another reason why Aaron had hesitated to really bring you into his world was because you were so different than the other women he’d dated. They were grown-up, mature (maybe even too mature), boring even, and here you were, this pastel princess whose home was filled with pink – ruffled pillows, lace curtains, fashion books, flowers, fluffy rugs, etc. you were the textbook definition of a girly-girl.

He was sure the BAU team would have some pretty strong opinions about his relationship with you, not only because of your differences, but also because of the almost 20-year age gap. It sounded silly, but he really wanted the team to like you.

The first time Aaron introduced you to the team hadn’t exactly gone as he had hoped. He had asked you to join them out at their favorite bar for drinks. They had put on quite the show in front of you, but when you stepped away to get a drink, the truth came out.

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“Hey guys, I hope you don’t mind, but I invited my girlfriend to join us.” Aaron mentioned casually.

A chorus of “what” and “you have a girlfriend” and “who is she” all rang out at once. He couldn’t help but chuckle at them. He figured he should answer some of their questions now so that way they could focus on getting to know you once you arrived.

“She and I have been together for about six months. It’s getting pretty serious and, uh – she uh…” Aaron smiles to himself. “She um, she’s different than the other girls I’ve dated, so just keep an open mind and get to know her.”

You arrived about ten minutes later, rendering everyone speechless. You walked in with a light pink mini puff dress on. It flowed around you in a cloud of tulle it rested against your upper thighs which were adorned in sparkly nude tights. You’d chosen to wear white lace up heels with it, and your hair was pulled back, pinned up with loose tendrils framing your face.

“Hi! I’m so sorry I’m late, a client called last minute and, you totally do not want to hear about my boring work.” You sighed, meeting the gazes of the stunned agents seated before you.

Aaron had officially introduced you to everyone, they exchanged hesitant pleasantries, and you began making small talk. After a few awkward moments, you excused yourself to get a drink.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Aaron asked.

“No, no. I got it honey. I’ll get you another whiskey.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and walked toward the bar.

As soon as you were out of earshot, the questions came rolling in. Most notably, Dereks.

“What the hell are you doing man?”

“I beg your pardon?” Aaron was shocked.

“Hotch, man, she’s young enough to be your daughter. And I mean, look at her.” Derek gestured toward where you stood at the bar.

“I am well aware of her age Morgan. She and I have discussed that at length and have both agreed that it didn’t matter. Age doesn’t change how we feel about one another.”

“Hotch, I’m more worried about the fact that she looks like she just walked off of sorority row.” Emily shook her head.

“Yeah, her outfit…Hotch she’s not serious. I mean she’s still a kid.” JJ added.

“That’s enough, she and I are serious. She’s not a kid; she runs a very successful consulting firm, she is kind and sweet, she takes care of me, she gets along with Jack, and I and…well. I love her.” Aaron concluded.

A muffled remark sounded from across the table. Morgan had more to say, and Aaron wasn’t going to let it go. He cared about you and the people across from him were his family, their opinions meant a lot to him…but right now they were letting him down.

“Say it out loud Morgan.” Aaron demanded.

“Nothing.”

“Say it.” Aaron hissed.

“I said she gets along with Jack because they’re closer in age.” Derek shot back.

The table went silent, tension filling the air. Aaron scoffed, shook his head in disbelief, and walked away. Moving towards you, coming up with some lame excuse to get the hell out of there.

“Look, I know that was a lot, but I didn’t say anything that we weren’t all thinking. That girl, she’s a bimbo. Hotch needs someone more serious…more like Beth.” Derek justified.

“Wow.” Penelope scoffed, pushing her chair away from the table. “You guys are terrible.”

“What are you talking about?

“Did you not see his face? Hotch is happy, his smile took over his entire face…because of that girl and you all tore him down so quickly. I mean come on. Spence when was the last time Hotch smiled like that?” Penelope asked.

“The last time Hotch has smiled like that in front of us was back in 2005 when he introduced Jack to the team as a newborn.”  Spencer rattled off.

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That was about eight months ago. Aaron and you have grown even more serious since then, you moved in together – into a new house where you could set up a space that was all your own, full of pink and ruffles and lace.

Honestly, Aaron had gone as far as buying a ring for you. He wanted to propose and had the whole thing planned. He and Jack were going to take you on a picnic and then they’d ask you to become a permanent part of their family.

Despite the happiness he felt at the idea of marrying you, he couldn’t help the disappointment that crept in. He wanted his family to all be there in support of you two…and his family, well that was the BAU.

He knew he’d have to talk to them, to do something to prove to them how incredible you are.

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Aaron had called everyone to the round table. He needed to tell them about how serious he really was about you, and he needed them to love you.

 “I asked you all here because today we will have a special guest for lunch.” Aaron went on to explain that you’d be coming in, bringing in lunch from one of the BAU’s favorites. “I know that when you all first met her, you were unsure. But I need you all to realize that I’ve been with her for over a year now, we live together, and…”

“You can’t be serious man. She’s naïve, just some young hot thing seeking an older man, presumably for his money.” Derek interrupted.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Aaron commanded. “I plan on marrying her, and you guys are my family. I need my family there when I marry this woman. If you can’t get on board…then I guess you aren’t the people I thought you were.” Aaron says with finality.

There was a collective nod and shrug amongst everyone.

--

When you walked in, you could feel the tension like a thick fog. It was all consuming, like picking a hangnail until that piece of skin runs further and further up your finger, bleeding and tender.

You needed this to go well.

Aaron had told you to be your usual self. He wanted the team to like you for you, but you knew it would be best to tone it down at least a little bit. You’d choose to wear light blue jeans, a chunky pink sweater, and some heeled ballet flats. Your arms were juggling multiple bags, filled with sandwiches and another one with drinks for everyone.

“Hi guys.” You offered a small wave as you entered the conference room.

“Hey sweetheart, let me help you with those.” Aaron was quick to grab the bags from you.

“You look stunning as always! It’s good to see you again!” Penelope greeted.

“Oh, thanks babe! I love the new hair; it is such a good color!” You complimented. “Oh, Spence, I got you something!” You pulled a wrapped book from your bag, handing it to him.

“What’s this?” He asked, gently pulling at the wrapping. “The Narrative of John Smith, this is one of my favorites!” Spencer gushed.

“It’s a special edition, they only made 200 of them. But that’s not the best part…open the cover.” You were giddy with excitement.

Spencer opened the book to reveal that it had been signed. “Are you kidding me! This is amazing, thank you so much!”

“It’s really no problem.” You smiled.

Aaron was beaming at you, you had been so kind, showing them all who you really were, and he just hoped that they’d all finally see you for who you truly are.

As everyone finished their lunch, you began clearing the trash. Everyone offers thanks to you, the girls planning a day out with you. Each of them seemed to be coming around except for Derek. Aaron couldn’t figure out why he was so against you.

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You said your goodbyes and made your way out. They had all filtered out of the conference room when Aaron decided to confront Derek once and for all.

“Everyone else has come around, so why can’t you? What is your problem with her?” Aaron asked.

“It’s not her that I have a problem with. Not really.” Derek shrugged. “Look man, I am sorry for how I have acted towards her. It’s unacceptable. But I don’t think you dating her is a good idea.”

“I appreciate your concern, but it’s misplaced Morgan. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“You think that now Hotch. But what are you going to do when she up and walks away. That is the type of girl who will ruin your life and Hotch, you’ve been hurt too many times. You and Jack have lost far too much.”

“Derek, I know you are worried for me, but I have to see this through. I really love this girl, and she can handle herself, she makes good money, so I know that isn’t the motivation here. She is everything to me, and she has done nothing but prove that she feels the same for me.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I have your back man, and if you love her, then I’m not going to stand in your way.”

--

Things began looking up after that. Derek had pushed his concerns aside and took the time to get to know you, which only made him feel like an idiot for his behavior. Aaron had been right, you could hold your own – you were smart and witty and far to quick with your words, giving him a run for his money. Derek started to see how big your heart was, and he saw the changes in Aaron thanks to your presence in his life. He started to actually appreciate you and your love for his boss.

Aaron told you about his interaction with Derek and you offered some valuable insight.

“Honey, Derek looks up to you. You have made a huge impact on his life, and he has seen you lose so much because of your work, he’s seen you in, quite literally, your lowest moment. He just wants to protect you from hurting like that once again.”

“You are the smartest person I know sweetheart.” Aaron pressed a kiss to your temple.

--

Months later, the BAU team stood and witnessed Aaron and you vowing to spend forever with one another. You had finally been welcomed into this family.

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your boyfriend satoru meant the absolute world to you. he was sweet, always spoiled you, and not to mention a huge fucking nerd.

you’ve always found yourself attracted to the introverted types that looked like they have never even spoken to a girl, and that was your man. the first night you met you let him speak to you about his favorite digivolutions for what seemed like two hours. he was a total social pariah, but you found that endearing about him. no one ever understood how satoru was able to bag a fine girl like you, but there was a secret the both of you kept from everyone else.

satoru was obsessed with porn, and he wanted to try everything he learned on you.

it didn’t help that satoru was also a bit of an attention whore at the same time, his twitter account having amassed hundreds of thousands of followers from the content he posted on there. at first he started by just reposting porn he found on the timeline, and before you two became a thing he tweeted the filthiest things he wanted to do to and with his future girlfriend. how lucky he was to have you fall in his lap soon after that! you instilled a confidence in him that he didn’t have before meeting you, and once you learned about his twitter you actually encouraged him to post more. aren’t you such an angel?

sex with satoru was always exciting. he knew how to switch things up in the bedroom, all thanks to his “gooner” fanbase, he likes to call them. he had to practically beg you to start filming whenever you two fucked, and how could you say no when he was whining your name so desperately like that? to satoru, fucking you was like breathing in air—he had to do it or he’d die. you couldn’t even worry about his phone recording the two of you, you were all too focused on the crown of white hair that was now nestled in between your legs.

satoru was obsessed with eating you out. he told you one of his favorite categories of porn to watch was men eating pussy, and he wanted to show you what he learned. this man had your legs folded up to your chest as he devoured you, his tongue lapping up your juices while trying not to lose himself too soon. “taste s’good baby..” he moans, chuckling to himself as you fight to squirm away from his hold. sometimes his glasses would slide down too much and he’d just throw them somewhere, which he always ended up regretting later. “you’re not going anywhere,” he warns once he comes up for air, spitting directly on to your pussy before sucking your clit between his lips. he got so messy with it, too. spreading his saliva all over your inner thighs as he made out with your lips, gently tugging them between his teeth. he could spend the whole day kissing every crevice of your body. well, almost the entire day. he still had to play digimon. 

and there’s nothing more that satoru wants than for you to cum on his tongue. after all the work he put in to make you see stars, why would he let the bedsheets get rewarded for all his hard work? he needs to literally be shoved off your pussy to get him to stop, which gets you met with his pouty lips and petulant stare. 

remember how you forgot that he was recording? right, now he’s showing you the video while already thinking of the caption he’d post along with it to his twitter account. of course you two went viral, being shared and reloaded by hundreds of porn accounts on the site. since then, your pervy boyfriend’s been asking you to record more of your intimate moments. 

you’re no better than him, though. you keep saying yes.

can you BELIEVE it guys 2 posts in one weekend i'm really hitting my stride.. anyways to that one anon who wanted me to make porn!addicted jjk to a series YOU WIN.. until i get another idea to write for .. also should i make a taglist idk how to go about that but anyway i got work soon beanie out xoxo

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Beg teacher..

Ambessa medarda x Fem!reader x Sevika

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⚠️warning contain smut⚠️

Summary: As a high school teacher, you were conducting a private parent meeting for two of your mischievous students. However, the moment you glanced at their parents—a pair of stunning, sophisticated older women sitting in your office—you felt an immediate wave of regret.

Forgive me for taking so long to update. My exams and projects have been driving me insane. I feel like I rushed this. Happy reading!!

Part III (Final)

Ambessa’s chuckle rumbled deep in her chest, the sound reverberating through you as her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over your collarbone. “Calm yourself, little one,” she murmured, “You’re trembling.”

How could you not? When two undeniable hot woman beside you eating up your personal space. The barely banked heat in their gaze, flaring hotter by every second.

Sevika, still at your side, had begun to undo the buttons of your blouse with a patience that made the act all the more unbearable. One by one, the fabric loosened, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as she undid the first button, then the second—

You shut your eyes, turning your face away.

...

But then… nothing.

Your brows meet. Confused. The absence of movement made you hesitate. A heavy silence settled between the three of you. Slowly, you opened your eyes, only to find them both watching you.

Assessing. Waiting.

Sevika’s grip loosened, and Ambessa’s touch, though still warm against your skin, no longer roamed as freely.

“If you don’t want this, we won’t force you. We’d never force ourselves on you—especially after everything you’ve done for us.” Sevika murmured, her voice lower now, almost hesitant.

Your stomach flipped. You wanted to protest. You were expected them to jump you, to rip off your clothes and fuck you against your office table surface. You didn’t expect them to give you a choice. An escape. And in a rational thing to do, is to take it.

And yet…

They were wrong.. You had never been this aroused in your entire life. They had no idea what they had done to you. Enough to make you abonden your morals. You knew the right answer, the responsible one—the one that would keep you on the right side of the line. But that line had already blurred the moment their hands made a move.

And yet…you were touched by their restraint. That they weren’t actually forcing their way to you—they wanted you willing, unraveling, lost in their hands of your own accord.

And perhaps that was the most dangerous part.

Because you didn’t want them to stop. Too needy to stop.

Heat surged to your cheeks, and you looked away, pulse hammering. Your voice was barely above a whisper when you muttered, “I… I didn’t say you should stop.”

Silence.

Then—two smirks.

Sevika’s the corner of her mouth lifting in satisfaction. Ambessa’s, however, was something else entirely.

The older woman leaned in, her breath ghosting over your ear as she whispered, “Then ask for it.”

Your stomach twisted, realizing what she meant “I—”

Ambessa tutted, the sound sending a shiver down your skin. “Beg, teacher.”

Your breath hitched. You wanted to submit—God, you needed to. Desire burned through you, searing away any hesitation. You were past the point of reason, past caring about consequences.

You wanted to be bad, to be dirty. To let them do anything they wanted to you. This wouldn’t last forever—you knew that. But right now, you didn’t care. Right now, you’d take whatever they were willing to give. And you’d beg for more.

Sevika chuckled beside you, her grip firming once more around your chest, thumb stroking over your pulse point. “Go on,dove” she murmured. “Let’s hear you say it.”

You bit your lip, pride warring against the undeniable need burning inside you. The weight of their attention pressed against your skin, scorching, relentless. And when Ambessa’s fingers began to slid just a little higher up to your thigh.

“Shi-.'' You moaned.

"Beg," Ambessa commanded, her voice rich and smooth, like silk wrapping around your senses. You look into her caramal eyes full of desire. "I want to hear it properly."

You swallowed hard, heat burning through every inch of your skin. You already felt so exposed, so utterly at their mercy, but you wanted—needed—more.

"Please," you whispered, a desperate moan slipping out as Ambessa’s fingers hovered mere inches from where you craved them most.

You clenched your fists, your pulse pounded in your ears, every second stretching unbearably long. Sevika’s fingers ghosted along the buttons of your blouse again, her touch lingered just at the edge, barely grazing the swell of your exposed skin through the parted fabric.

A shudder wracked through you as her fingertips traced over the curve of your cleavage.. A smirk tugged at her lips as she felt the way you trembled beneath her touch.

Your lips parted, and before you could stop yourself, the words spilled out. "P-please… do anything you want to me. I don’t care anymore… just—please touch me."

Their concern melted into something far more wicked. Ambessa smirked, her fingers ghosting along your jaw. Your breath escapes in a shudder and you fight not to lean into her. Your not exactly helpless, not being held down, but the feeling is there all the same. Like your a toy for them to play with, a doll here only for their amusement and pleasure.

  At the thought, desire lights you up like you never seen before

“You heard her,” Ambessa murmured, amusement threading through her voice. “She doesn’t want us to stop.”

Sevika smirked, “Then we won’t.”

Sevika immediately undid the rest of your buttons, parting your blouse to reveal the delicate lace of your bra. You inhaled sharply, heat crawling up your skin as her eyes darkened.

''You look so beautiful.. dove'' Sevika said before dipping in to drag the fragile fabric down and bare your tits. Her fingers immedietly cup, squeezing and pinching both of your nipples and you jerk back against her, fighting down a moan. Your panting with desire as she circles your nipples until they pebble to hard points. It doesn’t change the fact that Ambessa watching this only makes it a thousand times hotter.

“Have you even been with a woman before?” Sevika eyes lock on yours.

You swallowed hard. C-can't focus enough'' “Y-yes… once.”

Sevika and Ambessa exchanged a pleasant look.

“Go on,” Sevika prompted, voice low, coaxing.

You hesitated, feeling as if you were confessing a sin. You cannot think straight with Sevika playing on your nipples. “I-It was from my neighborhood… A middle-aged single mother. H-her husband cheated and abandoned her. She was lonely, and I— I helped her relieve some stress.”

A slow, approving hum rumbled in Ambessa’s throat. “Naughty child,” she murmured, her grip on your waist tightend. “Not what I expected from our innocent teacher. So, you like older women, hmm?”

You sucked in a breath. You couldn’t meet their gazes, knowing all too well the heat, the amusement—perhaps even the hunger—lurking in their eyes. Instead, you nodded, they were gravely satisfied at your unexpected kind of response.

Sevika smirked, “And not just any older women. You want to be overpowered. Tossed around. Fucked senseless by women who can ruin you.”

You gasped at her words, at how your own desires were laid bare—exposed and undeniable. A deep, shameful moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You didn't correct or deny her, which only confirmed their assumption.

Ambessa chuckled, her voice curling around you like smoke. She looked devastatingly beautiful—no, not just her, but both of them are.

“That’s what you were thinking when you first saw us, wasn’t it?” Her fingers drifted lazily along your thigh, grazing over your heated skin with an infuriating lightness. “A woman straight out of your fantasies—something out of those magazines you’ve stashed away.”

Your breath hitched, shame and arousal twisting into a knot deep in your stomach.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she murmured, “How your eyes widened in realization when you first saw us… Not just some normal typical parents, but a pair of powerful women—big, strong, and more than capable of handling a little thing like you. Answer me, child”

You desperately nodded in response to Ambessa, overwhelmed by arousal and dizziness. Their words alone was like enough to make you come, the effect they had on you undeniable. You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind spinning.

Sevika hummed in agreement, “Turns out our sweet little teacher isn’t so innocent after all.”

You were moaning, helpless under Sevika’s touch until a firm hand suddenly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up.

“Come.. child” Ambessa’s voice was low,

Before you could even process her words, her lips crashed onto yours in a deep, claiming kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs.

A whimper escaped you—soft, needy. Her lips was soft. And so so good and sweet just like you expect her to be. She taste like expensive wine. Her lips moved against yours, coaxing your tongue to dance with hers. God, the way she kissed you made your toes curl, your thighs clenching around. She was practically devouring your mouth while cupping your jaw to angle your head exactly where she wants it so she can plunge deep.

Ambessa pulled away, leaving a thin trail of saliva still connecting your lips.

“Look at you… so submissive,” she mused, her voice laced with satisfaction. “This is what you want, isn’t it, teacher?”

You barely hesitated before nodding, eyes dark with lust. Your ability to talk was been taken from you ever since they started to devoured you.

Her smirk deepened. “Such perfect timing… Sevika and I have been looking for a plaything.”

Your drew a sharp breath. “D-did I pass…?”

Ambessa humed, a rich, indulgent sound. “Oh, you passed so well.”

Then—movement. A sudden shift as firm hands guided you.

You nearly yelped as Sevika grab your ass and lifted you effortlessly onto the desk, her strength undeniable. Before you could fully process it, she push you down, parting your legs with ease placing herself between—leaving you utterly beneath their heated gazes. Your cheeks burned, a flush creeping down your neck. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs, but firm hands stopped you—one from each side.

Realization struck like lightning. You were laid out on your own office desk. The door loomed ahead of you, locked— the school was not practically empty yet anyone could have walked in. Your co-teacher, janitor or even your student. And the thought of being caught—of someone seeing you like this, with two powerful women claiming you—only made you hornier.

“W-Wait, this is embarrassing…” you protested, voice barely above a breath.

Ambessa chuckled,. “Oh, little one…. It’s far too late for second thoughts now.”

Your legs squirmed as Sevika’s fingers skillfully worked the zipper of your pencil skirt. You couldn’t help but bite your lip with anticipation.

Then—she dragged the fabric up, slow and deliberate, skirt up around your waist and panties dangling loosely from one ankle to give them free access to your now bare pussy.

A shiver ran down your spine.

Then—a sharp slap. A startled moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it. Ambessa just slap your needy pussy! The sting bloomed across your cunt. sending a jolt of pleasure straight through you. You felt your pussy started to get even wetter at what she did.

"Stay still, little one," Ambessa’s voice was firm, authoritative.

You tried—God, you tried—but with both of them so close, so intent on you, staying steady was impossible.

Sevika then started tracing you with her fingers, teasing you, examining you. “Fuck.. your pussy looks so good. Tell me what this pretty wet pussy needs, dove. Ask us properly and we’ll give it to you.”

You can’t catch your breath, can’t figure out what answer should you give. In the end, you can only tell the truth. “T-touch me.. Make me come... fuck me.. Please. i can't take it anymore..”

Their hand shifts instantly and cups your pussy. We exhale shakily. Having both of their strong fingers together touching… you cry out. ''Fuck!''

"You like that, huh?" Ambessa murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You're dripping, little one. And look at you..." She let out a low chuckle as she presses a finger into your pussy with slow, teasing strokes. "You're moving your hips, chasing our touch. Were you this wet for us? little one ”

“Y-yes,” you moan. You writhe back, trying to take them deeper. “I wanted both of your fingers so bad.”

Ambessa’s smirked and comply, her hot fingers parted your lips taking her time exploring your entrance before diving two fingers inside making you moan louder. Meanwhile, Sevika’s grip tightened as she tugged at your sensitive clit, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. Your head tipped back, a continuos moan spilling free, unrestrained.

You couldn’t help but squirm—too much!

Two pairs of strong, massive hands from butch femme older woman explored your pussy like it were their new favorite toy, teasing and claiming in tandem. Ohh .... The overwhelming sensation had you trembling, your body arching into their touch. They were driving you insane!

Then—suddenly—a hand covered your mouth.

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Shh…” Sevika voice was a low, “I know it feels amazing, dove, but keep yourself quiet… unless you want us to get caught.”

A thrill shot through you at her warning. You didn't even realize you were moaning so loud. Heat climb out your cheeks. Heart pounding, you nodded obediently, swallowing down another desperate moan.

...

Both of your hands on your mouth, desperately trying to suppress the moans threatening to spill out. Their fingers worked you mercilessly, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through your trembling body. Your slickness coated their digits.

Just a minute ago, you were conducting a personal parent-teacher meeting with the parents of your two most mischievous students. That was what you were supposed to be doing. And yet, here you are pressed against your desk as they break your pussy relentlesly.

You had told yourself that you were a professional. That you would never allow anything inappropriate to happen in your office—especially in school. But that promise had long since you stumble upon like Ambessa and Sevika.

How could you resist? These two women—gorgeous, beautiful, and utterly smoking hot—felt like beings carved from myth, like Greek goddesses descending upon and you were just a mere helpless mortal. You felt lucky enough that they grace you with their attention.

Ambessa pushed another fingers inside your pussy, fast and deliberate, stretching you open with ease. A wicked smirk played on her lips as she watched you struggle to stay silent. Your spine buckle coudn't lay straight any longer and let your head fall back against the desk.

Not to be outdone, Sevika suddenly slid in two of her own, filling you alongside Ambessa, their combined movements leaving you utterly helpless. Stretching you wider than you can handle. They were practically degrading your pussy together. They keep on pushing more with those wide strong fingers against your G-spot combining works on your clit with their other hand. One of Sevika’s hands remained possessively on your breast.

Above you, the ceiling blurred from your vision, lost in the overwhelming sensation of their hands began stroking in and out guiding you to ruin. You moan and roll your hips as much as you can, chasing the building pressure deep inside you...your so close to coming, almost sobbing.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. That feels so fucking good. You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”

Sevika looked at you, a small smile tugging her lips. " Are you going to come?"

You bit your lip, trying not to lose control. Your hips started thrusting erratically, with a desperate need to cum. "Yesss...."

They continued making it faster, spreading your thighs wider for more access, gaze never leaving you. Then, they stopped and pulled out their hand.

The moment they stopped, a desperate whine escaped your lips. Wide, pleading eyes flicked between the two older women—eyes that felt utterly betrayed by their sudden withdrawal. Your breath came slow and shaky as you tried to steady the flicker of frustration bubbling beneath your skin. How could they just leave you like that!!?

Before you could protest, Sevika’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you forward until you were barely sitting on the edge of the desk. Your legs dangled, unsteady, but Sevika’s firm grasp on your thighs keeping your feet from touching the ground.

Your breath hitched as Ambessa slid in beside you. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you upright, while your arms instinctively clung to her delicious muscular arm for balance.

Your heart pounded as anticipation coiled tightly in your stomach.

You had a bad feeling. A deliciously bad feeling.

You watch with wide eyes as Sevika goes to her knees placing your thigh on her shoulder. She push your chair back to make room, and then she’s between your legs, her big hands spreading them wider. She exhale at the sight of your pussy. Your knew you were dripping wet. Sevika blows out a long breath directly over your clit and this time you can’t stop a little moan from slipping free.

Sevika growls. “Let me see every bit of that pretty pussy.”

 Ambessa in the side use her free hand to part your pussy, putting your on full vulgar display for them.

“Fucking beautiful” Ambessa said before she pull your sensitive clit.

“Oh my god—” Your breath, barely able to form words.

Ambessa smirked, before tipping her chin toward Sevika. “Do it.”

Sevika smirked and nodded, "Hope you'll like your reward.. dove''

Her grip on you tightening just slightly holding your gaze before she presses an open-mouth kiss to your pussy. You bite your lip hard to keep a moan inside. You slump back in the table but with ambessa holding you still you can barely move as you accept sevikas as she works you with her mouth.

Sevika laid her tongue, wide and flat at the bottom of your little pink opening and dragged it up, savoring your sweet flavor. A sharp cry of pleasure spilled from your lips, muffled as you bit down to contain it as Sevika’s tongue continue to assaulted your pussy with a barrage of relentless licks and sucking.

Ambessa didn’t let the moment slip past her. A strong hand tilted your chin, forcing you to meet her intense gaze before she claimed your mouth—tongues and teeth clashing in a kiss just shy of vicious. Dominant. Demanding. Your once depleated failed orgasm rising up once again but much more intense than last time as the two woman work together.

Your hips bucked instinctively, chasing sevika's tongue, desperate for more. A ragged moan spilled from your lips

It’s almost too much, but you don’t want to stop. You don’t ever want to stop. Your so close, but you can’t get there. Your sobbing and trying to move, but they have you too effectively wrapped up. Your helpless to do anything but take it.

Ambessa’s hands found your tits, as if savoring the shape of you beneath her fingertips. You can feel her massive hand on your breast, her thumb stroking the hardened peak of your nipple. Her lips barely left yours, stealing your breath with every kiss, deep and consuming.

Then Ambessa let go of your lips before she dips down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of your right breast before moving to the nipple. “These deserve to be worshiped.”

Ambessa took one of your perky pink nipples into her warm mouth, gently swirling her tongue around. The sensation sent rising pleasure in ripples through your body and made you grind harder against Sevika. Ambessa pinched you rother sensitive little nipple as she nibbled on the one already in her mouth her tongue feels so devastatingly hot. You cried out loudly with pleasure.

God, you felt fucking incredible. The intensity was unbearable—you could die from it, and you wouldn’t even care.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, breathless.

Ambessa lifted her head, releasing your bud with a lewd pop. She met your gaze, dark amusement flickering in her eyes.

“What a little slut you are, teacher,” she mused. “Here you are—bare, legs spread open on your own desk while we devour you... anyone could walk in.”

The filthy truth of her words sent you spiraling. The thought of being their little slut, completely at their mercy, only made you aroused more.You will be more than willing to be their little slut.

Sevika, ever impatient, let out a low muffle as she slipped two fingers inside your hot, dripping, needy wet pussy and closed her lips around your sensitive clit, applying light suction and flicking her tongue back and forth. Your almost there. And they knew it. You ripple around her fingers with pleasure with every lick, flick, and bit of suction.

"Oh god, so good—ohh, I'm coming!" Your mindlessly working yourself onto their touch. More, more, more. You need more. You don’t even care. You feel so fucking dirty, so filthy, so fucking cherished when your with them. You don’t understand it, but you can’t stop.

As much as you want to savor it longer.. it was too much, too intense. Your fingers tangled in Sevika’s hair as a sob tore from your throat, come harder than you could have thought possible. A cry escaped your lips as you orgasm, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you came. You come so hard, you shriek, your hips jerking and shamelessly rubbing against Sevika's face.

You could barely registered the way Ambessa held you steady, keeping you from collapsing entirely. You might actually black out—your mind hazy, every nerve tingling. You weren’t sure if the wetness on your skin was sweat or tears, but it didn’t matter. Your wrung out. Gloriously empty.

You couldn’t stop shaking, your body still thrumming with aftershocks, so oversensitized that even the slightest touch felt like too much. They were incredible—far beyond anything you had imagined. That was the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced. Nothing compared to it, and nothing ever would.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Sevika stand, proud and smug, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. Your breath faltered as you took in the sight—your juices smeared at her from cheek to cheek, nose to chin. The hunger in her gaze hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it burned hotter. Like she wasn’t nearly satisfied enough.

"Come here," Ambessa commanded.

Sevika surprisingly complied without hesitation, stepping forward. Your breath hitched as Ambessa cupped Sevika’s jaw, pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. The sight stole the air from your lungs.

They were both so powerful, so commanding in their own ways— here they were, engaged in a slow battle of control, tasting and savoring one another, and you were caught in the middle of it. The heat in your stomach started to build once again, your pulse hammering as you watched Ambessa drag her tongue over Sevika’s lips, teasing, claiming, indulging the taste of you still lingering between them.

Oh god.

And they look so fucking good like you imagine it to be. Tall and buff women making out infront of you was chef kiss. You cross your legs hard, but it does nothing to relent the heat started to building inside you. The urge to touch yourself while they make out..

When they finally pulled apart, a string of something dark and unspoken passed between them..

“She tastes sweet,” Ambessa murmured, her gaze flickering back to you, studying you like a treasured indulgence.

Sevika smirked, her thumb brushing over her own lips. “I know, right?” she mused. “It’s addictive.”

“You’re quite the treat, little one,” Ambessa murmured. “But…” She cast a glance toward the locked door, then back to you, her smirk deepening. “A place like this hardly seems fitting for what we have in mind.”

Your breath caught. The weight of their attention made your skin tingle, your mind foggy. This was already reckless—dangerous—she wanted you. Not just her but Sevika too. And you wanted the two of them as well. This was too good just for you to just let go, the connection was to intense for you to end this like this. You wanted more and the though for this to end didn't sent well to you.

But also a sharp pang of guilt settling deep in your chest. Reality came crashing down on you like a tidal wave. This was supposed to be a parent-teacher meeting. You were supposed to be discussing the behavior of two troublesome students. And yet… it had spiraled into a threesome.

Your breath hitched as you straightened up, tugging your blouse together hastily, fingers fumbling with the buttons. You smoothed down the fabric, but the way your hands trembled slightly didn’t go unnoticed.

A firm tug at your waist startled you. You glanced front to find Sevika adjusting your skirt, pulling it down from where it had bunched up, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary before smoothing it down properly.

“There,” she murmured, low and satisfied. “Wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

Ambessa, sitting at your desk, smoothen herself down before she took it upon herself to straighten the collar of your blouse, her large hands surprisingly gentle as she brushed away any signs of dishevelment.

You swallowed, glancing between them, the weight of everything settling on your shoulders. "W-what about Jinx and Mel?" The words left you in a breathless whisper, guilt tightening in your throat. "This was supposed to be about them. I—I shouldn't have…"

You knew it was too late to feel guilty just after fucking with them a few second ago, but pretending it was nothing? That, you couldn’t stomach at all. Ambessa must have noticed the shift in your expression. Before you could spiral further, she stepped closer. She reached out, her breast pressing on your spine. You bit your lips.

"Easy," she murmured, voice low, soothing. "No need to be afraid, little one." Her thumb brushed gently over your jaw, "Breathe."

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until she said it. Slowly, you exhaled.

"You’re overthinking," she said, her voice rich and steady. "This—" she gestured between you all, her smirk never fading "—wasn't a mistake. It wasn't something forced upon you. It was something you wanted."

Your throat tightened. "B-but Jinx… Mel… I was supposed to be their teacher, i shouldn't have done this, i feel like i betrayed them for sleeping with their parents, not…" You trailed off, voice failing.

''You are their teacher," Sevika said, firm infront of you. "And you will continue to be. What happened here doesn’t change that. This isn’t some betrayal of responsibility. You made a choice. And I see no shame in that. The kids can take care of themselves..''

Ambessa nodded. "And as for us… we are grown women, capable of making decisions for ourselves. And we decided we wanted you, just as much as you wanted us."

Your breath hitched at the sincerity in her tone. They weren't manipulating you. They weren't brushing aside your concerns. They were simply offering you a truth that you hadn’t allowed yourself to believe.

“You are not doing anything wrong, little one,” Ambessa assured, her voice low and firm, grounding you. “You are not some naive child. You made a choice. And if you regret it, you can walk away now. But something tells me…” Her thumb traced the curve of your jaw, slow and deliberate. “That’s not what you want.”

You swallowed hard. She was right. You had wanted this. You still wanted this. You wanted more.

Ambessa tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. But then, her lips curled into a reassuring smirk. She leaned in, her lips hovering near your ear. “Come to my place,” she murmured. “Where no prying eyes can interrupt us. We can do more than this... we can be more. It’s the perfect Friday night. Imagine two whole days, nonstop, just the three of us, little one.”

A thrill ran through you. Your mind began to play out endless scenarios, each one more tempting than the last. Just the thought of it was driving your desire higher and higher.

Sevika smiled, step toward you enough for her breast to press on yours while Ambessa was behind your back. “Unless you prefer we stop here, teach.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears. Every logical thought screamed that this was dangerous, reckless. But your body, your heart, craved the heat of their touch, the way they looked at you like you were something to be cherished.

A shiver ran down your spine as Sevika’s thigh started to pressed between yours legs and shamelessly enough you grind meeting her movement. While Ambessa started to caress your abdomen under your blouse. You barely recognized the needy whimper that escaped your lips. Your naked cunt under your skirt once again started to drench.

You exhaled, slow and shaky, before finally whispering, “N-no… we don’t.”

FIN

(What a dream rotation! Anyway another finish project!)

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[urbaebarnes]

Ok but since Thunderbolts is coming out soon, how about something where Reader is either his campaign manager, or secretary, or like his handler when he makes appearances and somehow Bucky trusts her more than anyone else on his staff, so he invites her as his plus one to the Gala.

If you want to make it angsty/throw in some action, you could have Valentina sabotage his date at the gala by slipping something in her drink or having her goons tail reader home afterwards. 👀👀👀

Anyway, hope this gives you some inspiration! No pressure to use this tho

AHHHH i actually lysm for this!! thank you for sending me this and basically i got carried away so i'm gonna be splitting this up into like 2/3 different parts which should be out soon!

anyway i basically have the first half of the request in here and the rest will be in the next one! i love love love this idea so much and the new pictures that came out of him in thunderbolts has me in a chokehold like okay we see u babes

also i know very little about UK politics and even lass about US and my limited knowledge of media officers all comes form F1 so this probably makes no sense if your a professional in any of them but shhh its okay we move

Two Hearts: part 1

congressman bucky barnes x pr manager fem reader warnings: no use of y/n, she/her pronouns used, probably curse words (maybe not idk) word count: 1.3k words

You’d started out as his PR manager, for the first few months, that’s all you were to him, and he swore by that, he really did. But somewhere along the way, you’d become something much more, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

It didn’t start when you first entered the office, you were a breath of fresh air to the mundane office, but you were just new. Your desk was filled with little trinkets colourful sticky notes plastered over the frame of your computer monitor. But all Bucky thought was that you were sweet.

But then you had to start coming places with him, and doing interviews just off camera so he could look to you for help, and all of a sudden your sweetness became a buoy, something to desperately grasp onto as he felt he was sinking into the depths of the interviewer's questions. Even if you didn’t need to step in, your presence was always calming enough that he knew exactly how to handle it, a situation he’d found himself in too few a time in his life.

So what, you became something along the line of a friend for him, someone he could confide in and sort of trust. Which meant a lot coming from a man who spent months trying to let goddamn Sam in, and you did it within a few weeks.

Somehow throughout the campaign, he couldn’t stop himself from letting you weasel yourself into the list of his most dearest. Between your reassuring smiles and little gifts and honestly just you, Bucky felt like you could very possibly be his person. Sometimes you could just be there and it would put the tiniest of smiles on his face, sending you a little wave across a crowded bar- and yeah Sam would take the piss out of him for it, but he’d gotten past Sam’s endless teasing a while ago.

That bar had become a weird sort of crossover point for your and Bucky’s life outside of work. Sometimes you’d sit with your friend when you finished a little earlier or occasionally a group, Bucky noted he never saw you with a boyfriend but wasn’t really sure why his brain would even think that. He and Sam would meet there after long days at work and oftentimes, you and your friends would be regulars in the crowded building, lazing by the bar as you drank together.

You’d never talk to each other in there, but it seemed that the other was constantly in your eyeline, always watching, subtly checking in. But after a few of these nights, Bucky couldn’t stop his eyes wandering to your figure all night. Sam was twittering about something or another, and he tried to focus, he really did, but how was he supposed to do that when you were sat a few seats away, looking so captivating.

Sam had stopped talking halfway through, not that Bucky had noticed, and instead started laughing as he watched the unusually stone cold exterior of his friend crumble as he longingly stared at your back. “Dude, you're whipped!” He’d managed to get out between his breathless laughs.

Sam’s words had managed to catch his attention, gaze flicking from you to him as the words set in and his brow furrowed. “What- I’m not-”

Despite his protests and insistent denials of having any sort of interest in you in that way, Bucky Sam persisted and eventually, it took more energy to deny it than let Sam have his fun - or at least that’s what Bucky said to himself. And sure that little flutter in his chest he felt whenever you smiled felt as if it grew every single goddamn day, he still couldn’t quite bring himself to admit that he had a crush on you.

But even if he did, it would be wrong and immoral, he was trying to represent a need for change, present to the country why he could be trusted, and you were supposed to help, not make him fall into some strange tango of emotions with you. But you did, and it wasn’t your fault, he didn’t think he could fault you for the goddamn end of the world if you caused it.

So when he needed a plus one to a gala, you were the only logical answer. He trusted you above everybody else who worked with him, and maybe he wanted an excuse to see you outside of your office or press conference or interview rooms. Bucky wanted a glimpse of you he’d seen at the bar with your friends, he just wanted a taste of the life he wished he could have with you.

Your office was a place he’d enjoyed being in more and more as the past few months had occurred. The photo frames on your desk were scattered and everything had a slight messiness that brought a feeling of coziness. He’d often find reasons to linger in there, so it wasn't out of character when he appeared one day.

“Morning.” You greeted him with a smile after his polite knocks, sipping on your coffee, one hand wrapped around your kermit the frog mug whilst typing out an email to a news agency with your other. Bucky had nodded, he was usually less talkative in the mornings -which you’d taken a note of to move any media prep to the afternoons. You blew on the steaming mug before tilting your head, “You good?”

He’d sat himself on the sage green couch tucked in the corner of the room and smiled softly at you before relying. “I have a question for you.”

Immediately, you placed your mug on the coaster and stopped typing, letting your arms cross over the wooden desk, elbow brushing the wrapper of one of those breakfast bars you liked so much. He’d made sure to stock up the kitchen after finding out your habit of snacking on them. “Ask away.”

Now, Bucky Barnes wasn’t generally a nervous man,or at least not when it came to women, but you managed to make it seem like asking you to be his +1 was a life or death event, as though the decision itself would alter the way the earth spins on its axis. Which to him, it may well have.

Bucky avoided your eyes, glancing just past your head at the drapes that were tied beside your large windows looking out into the city. “That gala I have to go to next month, the fundraising one, I don’t- erm…”

You let out a sigh as you leant forward on your arms, lips pursed. “Bucky, you have to go. It’s too late now, I can’t get you out of it, if you’d told me a few days ago then maybe but-”

“No, no, you have it wrong.” He quickly interrupted, shaking his head, “No, I was going to say that I don’t have a plus one, and I would be really grateful and forever in your debt if you’d possibly…” He trailed off again, scrunching his nose and finally meeting your eyes, “Go with me?”

You blinked once.

Then twice.

And finally a third time before you managed to move your head, looking behind you out the window once before looking back at him. “What? You want me to-?” You stopped abruptly, seeing the serious look on his face, his eyes looking straight at you, as though reading your mind.

You’d wondered if he had that superpower a few times before, especially when you first started, which would’ve been a nightmare seeing as at the beginning of your role here, you struggled to hold yourself up when around him. Bucky Barnes was -to put it simply- gorgeous. Everything you’d ever looked for in a man was right in front of you in the body of your boss, and if he could read minds, well you’d ruled that out seeing as you most likely would’ve been fired by now.

Your voice lowered as a small smile made its way onto your lips, knowing it probably meant nothing, but at the same time, it meant everything to you. “If you’d like me to, I’d love to.”

[mrsshabana]

𝐄𝐱-𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaroxfemale!reader, 18+ MDNI, modern au, Gyutaro is your ex, smut, vaginal sex ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.5k words. I've had this idea in my drafts for a super long time so I decided to go ahead and finish it! I hope you all enjoy it and thanks for reading ♡

Gyutaro missed you so goddamn much. The first and only girl he ever fell in love with.

At first, he was angry, but now he's just depressed. Everything reminds him of you. And he feels so incredibly lonely.

You broke up with Gyutaro over a month ago.

Your relationship lasted about 4 months until you just couldn't take it anymore. He was a decent enough boyfriend at first but as time passed it became more and more toxic.

He was controlling and extremely jealous. Getting angry anytime you'd try to hang out with your friends. Especially other men. He never trusted you even though you'd never dare cheat on him, and you never gave him a reason to believe you would.

He'd go through your phone without your permission and get into fights with you anytime you went out with your friends. You loved Gyutaro but it was exhausting dealing with this on a regular basis.

His insecurities got to be too much and he never stopped trying to control you no matter how many times you tried talking to him about it. So you eventually broke it off. Breaking Gyutaro's heart in the process.

Now that he had some time to process the breakup, he realizes what an asshole he's been. His biggest regret is taking you for granted.

You were so good to him, so sweet too. No girl has ever looked at him the way you did. Like he wasn't some ugly freak, or someone to be pitied. No, you made him feel normal. More than normal actually. He genuinely felt loved and attractive even.

Not to mention the sex was good too. God, it was phenomenal. Gyutaro told you he'd delete the videos and photos he had, but he lied. He still watches them on a daily basis. He can't bring himself to get rid of them. He's still so madly in love with you.

The thought of you lying beneath anyone else but him makes him furious. No other man should be able to touch you like he did. Maybe it's selfish, but you're his girl. You always will be in his mind. And he just hopes that you'll give him a second chance because living without you by his side is unbearable.

"Hey... r u free tomorrow?" he nervously texts you for the first time since you've broken up.

You sigh and roll your eyes when he texts you. A part of you misses Gyutaro, but you don't miss how controlling he was. However, you are willing to hear him out so you respond a few minutes later. "Yeah, why?"

"I was thinking maybe we could hang out or something? If u want to."

"Ok, that's fine."

"Cool! There's this new place I wanted to try, I'll send u the address. Meet me around 6."

And just like that Gyutaro successfully asked you out on a date! Well, in his mind it's a date to win you back. But in your mind, it's just a meetup to get closure about your relationship.

When you meet up with Gyutaro at the restaurant, you're suddenly overcome with emotions that you didn't expect yourself to feel. A longing for the man you once loved. You thought you were over him but maybe you were wrong.

"Hey Y/N!" He smiles, masking his inner sadness as he stands and gives you a hug.

A surprised sound leaves your lips when he embraces you. Feeling his arms wrapped around you again feels so familiar. So comforting that you can't help but long for it.

But you know you must resist. Remembering all of the turmoil and emotional pain he's put you through, you know you can't go back to that.

So, after a few seconds you pull away from the hug and give him a cordial smile, "It's good to see you again. How have you been?" You ask as Gyutaro pulls your seat out. How strange... he never did that when you were dating.

"I've been alright," he laughs nervously, obviously lying, "How about you? You look great."

"Thanks," you chuckle, "I've been good. Just focusing on work mostly..."

There's an awkward silence after the chit-chat ends and the waiter takes your orders. Neither of you know what to say. Gyutaro is sweating buckets right now, going through hundreds of scenarios in his head. Wracking his brain for the best things to say so he can win you back. But he can't decide so he just blurts it out.

"Listen Y/N, I want you back," he states with a shaky voice. And as you open your mouth to sternly decline, he quickly cuts you off before you can do so, "I know I was a dick. And I'm so sorry, for everything. I didn't treat you right at all, I realize that now... and I understand if it's too late. I know I'm an idiot for not treating you right the first time. But now that I've been living without you my life feels so empty. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I fucked it up! I fucked up real bad," he tears up, "Every day just feels so fucking cold without you. There's no one else to blame but myself, I know that... but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't at least try to get you back."

He looks at you with pleading eyes, full of desperation. Like this is his one and only chance at happiness. The regret he feels was evident in how his voice quivered and his eyes filled with tears. There's no doubt in your mind that his words are genuine. But do you really believe he'll keep his word and change? Do you want to take that chance when you've already experienced a toxic relationship with him once?

"Gyutaro..." you say as you look down at the table, avoiding looking into his eyes because the longer you stare into them the closer you come to tears, "I-I don't know what to say."

This is a lot of pressure he's putting on you. But honestly, you should have expected it. You feel stupid for not thinking of this as a possibility when he texted you.

Gyutaro takes a deep breath, "It's alright. Sorry I did all that... you probably think it was pretty pathetic. I didn't mean to make things weird... we can just forget I said anything," he looks defeated as he slumps back in his chair.

"No, it wasn't pathetic at all. I actually really appreciate what you said," you say as you reach out and take his hand, "It means a lot to me that you owned up to your mistakes and apologized. I know it's not easy to do."

His eyes widen as he feels your soft touch, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as you continue to speak.

"I'd love to have you as my boyfriend again, Gyutaro."

"R-Really?!" his face lights up, full of joy just like the first time you agreed to be his girlfriend.

Standing from his seat, he rushes to your side and hugs you tightly before you even get the chance to get out of your chair. Almost knocking you over in the process. He's just so damn excited, he can't help himself.

"I promise I won't make you regret this, Y/N!"

The rest of the evening goes well enough, that after dinner you find yourself in Gyutaro's apartment. Being pounded from behind as he holds you in a spooning position on his bed.

Throughout the whole date at the restaurant, the sexual tension between the two of you was palpable. He's obviously missed fucking you, but you missed it too. You hadn't had sex at all since you had broken up, though you thought about it often. Images of Gyutaro would flash through your head every time you'd touch yourself.

You'd curse yourself for thinking of him, getting annoyed that the memories of you two being intimate wouldn't stop. But you couldn't help but think of him. No one has ever made you feel the way Gyutaro did.

He may have been an asshole at times, but he was amazing in the bedroom. He craved you day and night, and would worship you like a queen. It felt good being so desired by the man you were in love with. Not to mention the toe-curling, bed-wetting orgasms he'd give you too.

Now you lay here in his bed, practically screaming his name as he plunges into you. Fucking you just how he's learned you like it.

"Fuck, that's it baby," he groans as he pushes you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and holding them tightly as he thrusts into you again, "God, you fit like a glove. So perfect for me... it must be meant to be, huh? Don't worry babe, I won't let this pussy go unfilled ever again."

He whispers into your ear as he feels you tighten around him.

As you feel your climax approaching, you realize no one could ever make you feel like Gyutaro makes you feel. With every touch he graces upon your body, you're given another reason why you were meant to be his.

[spirk-trek]

Okay I'm obsessed with these letters, particularly this one:

Dear Isaac, Wish you were out here. I would dearly love to discuss with you a problem about the show and the format. It concerns Captain James Kirk and of course the actor who plays that role, William Shatner. Bill is a fine actor, has been in leads on Broadway, has done excellent motion pictures, is generally rated as fine an actor as we have in this country. But we're not getting the use of him that we should and it is not his fault. It's easy to give good situations and good lines to Spock. And to a lesser extent the same rule is true of the irascible Dr. McCoy. I guess it's something like doing a scene with several businessmen in a room with an Eskimo. The interesting and amusing situations, the clever lines, would tend to go to the Eskimo. Or in our case, the Eskimos. And yet Star Trek needs a strong lead, an Earth lead. Without diminishing the importance of the secondary continuing characters. But the problem we generally find is this—if we play Kirk as a true ship commander, strong and hard, devoted to career and service, it too often makes him seem unlikable. On the other hand, if we play him too warm-hearted, friendly and so on, the attitude often is "how did a guy like that get to be a ship commander?" Sort of a damned if he does and damned if he doesn't situation. Actually, although it is missed by the general audience, it is Kirk's fine handling of a most difficult role that permits Spock and the others to come off as well as they do. But Kirk does deserve more and so does the actor who plays him. I am in something of a quandary about it. Got any ideas? -Gene

My favorite part of Asminov's response:

"It might be well to unify the team of Kirk and Spock a bit, by having them actively meet various menaces together with one saving the life of the other on occasion. The idea of this would be to get people to think of Kirk when they think of Spock."

And finally...

"In a way it will give us one lead, the team." - Gene Roddenberry

ISAAC ASIMOV AND GENE RODDENBERRY EXCHANGED LETTERS ABOUT STAR TREK?????!?!?! And Asimov told him to make Kirk and Spock even CLOSER??? Gene started to see Kirk and Spock as One AFTER TALKING TO HIM???? You mean, the guy who wrote about the one sided unrequited homosexual love in strong male friendships in Shakespeare's plays??!! And wrote that into his own duo bc he likes the concept so much?! This explains EVERYTHING.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Hi! I was wondering if you knew any fanfics where Cas's grace reacts to his feelings for Dean? (Eg blowing lightbulbs when they kiss etc) Thank you so much! 😊💫

Hello! Here are a few we could think of:

Angel's Wild by riseofthefallenone (Explicit, 389k words)

But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels. Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right? That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.

Come Fly With Me by EllenOfOz, followyourenergy (Explicit, 37k words)

Castiel is back from the Empty, and Dean wastes no time in diving in and planting his lips…well, all over the angel. Cas responds enthusiastically and all is well (or as well as Dean ever gets to have)…until sex with Cas turns out to have a surprising finish. Weird side effects or not, Dean will take Cas any way he can get him, and he makes the best out of every time. With each time, though, the repercussions of those side effects on Cas are more and more serious. Is Dean destined to lose Cas, one way or another? Or can he change the course of the future by confronting their past?

Don't by tricia_16 (Explicit, 97k words)

After nine days of radio silence from both Jack and Cas, Cas returns to the bunker without Jack but with black fur, four paws, a tail, and an obvious preference for Dean's company. With no idea how to turn Cas back or how he got turned into a cat in the first place, Dean has to learn to live with Cas quite literally underfoot all the damn time. Nobody could have guessed that having his best friend in cat form would end up being the catalyst for a huge shift in their relationship, but looking back, he's pretty sure it all started with an annoyingly stubborn ball of fur...

My Soul Whispers Your Name by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 15k words)

When Amara tells Dean that she will give him what he needs most, the last thing he's expecting is to sprout fucking wings and to be able to sense what his own soul — and heart — really want, making it impossible for him to ignore all the feelings he's been harboring for Cas over the years. It’s no shock that Dean’s soul is drawn to Cas like gravity and now that Dean can perceive Cas’ grace all the time, he’s constantly reminded how stupidly breathtaking it is. He had been a goner since the second he laid eyes on Cas, and this just seals the deal. Now that he’s stuck like this, he might as well pull his head out of his ass, give it a shot, and finally get what he always wanted.

Occursus by PallasPerilous (Teen and up, 4k words)

“The natural environment of the human soul is a human body,” Cas says. “Humans have yet to meet a foreign substrate that they don’t immediately attempt to colonize. My form in Hell was not an exception.” Then he shuts his mouth very deliberately and gestures back to Dean like his mic is going live in three, two. “Or the bit where my soul gave you some kind of STD?” Dean finishes. “It was a poor analogy. I apologize.” “So what’s a better one?” Castiel drums his fingers for a second. “It’s more like…the way a parasitic jewel wasp injects a cockroach with venom, and transforms it into a willing host for wasp larvae.” “Holy shit are you ever bad at this,” Dean says, with that signature brand of fond horror he special-orders just for Castiel, Angel of the Gourd.

Strawberry Moon by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 115k words) -- not exactly Cas' grace but his aura.

As a child, Castiel used to fall asleep with his mother telling him bedtime stories of the prophecy she had foreseen for him — how the Strawberry Moon would one day reveal the familiar he was destined to be with. However, it’s been twelve years since the heart-wrenching day Castiel last saw the one he hoped was meant for him, and at twenty-eight, with his magic quickly dwindling, he knows better than to keep believing in such foolish dreams. Castiel's resolve falters with the return of his long-ago teenage crush, Dean. The familiar’s evergreen eyes and rainbow aura are still as captivating, but his past is shrouded in mystery, one that could hold the answer to what drove them apart all those years ago. Maybe the peculiar tabby cat who seems to have taken a liking to Castiel is what it takes to make Castiel believe in the moon with shades of pink again.

The Greatest of These by DoctorProfessorSong (Teen and up, 9k words)

When Jack pulls Cas from the Empty, his vessel is damaged. Jack is working on it. In the meantime, Cas is stuck hanging around the bunker in his Trueform. In other words, the fic where Dean takes Trueform!Cas on little dates and the author has way too much fun with angel lore

you're holy to me by serenityfails (Explicit, 5k words)

"My wings inspired you," Cas says, smug at the thought. "Yeah, I'm feelin' pretty fuckin' inspired right now, man."

There's also this collection on ao3 cas vs lightbulbs that might interest you.

You might also want to check our grace fic tag.

[suzukiblu]

Day sixteen of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

And it’s–nice, to get to feel that for a little while, so Kon just . . . feels that, for a little while. Tim feeds him a little more fruit and pets him a few more times too, and it’s . . . really, really nice. But then it starts feeling like he should be doing something for this, if Tim’s focusing on just him for once–like, keeping his attention, keeping him entertained, making him not regret spending all that time on him instead of anything more important and just earning–

“The chef sends his compliments,” Bernard announces easily as he steps back into the room and Tim looks towards him, and Kon feels the weirdest sensation of, like . . . relief, almost, and his head quiets down a little more again, and doesn’t feel so . . . full, again. Just–if Bernard’s back, he doesn’t have to try so hard to like . . . to be all those things all at once, maybe. Doesn’t need to be all those things all at once. 

“Is that a latte?” Tim asks, sounding a little surprised. 

“Okay, fine, the barista sends his compliments, geez,” Bernard huffs, making a face at him. He’s holding two mugs, one a big chunky red one that’s almost the size of a soup bowl and the other bright blue and almost, like, cube-shaped and covered in all these weird-looking linked and interlinked circles and lines and stuff, kinda? Kon doesn’t actually know what they’re supposed to be, but he guesses maybe it’s just an aesthetic thing? 

More importantly, that’s the one that’s topped with whipped cream and a caramel drizzle, so like . . . priorities, obviously. 

“Um–that blue one for me, man?” he asks, feeling a little awkward about asking, but . . . look, sue him: it smells real fuckin’ good. 

“Yeah, I couldn’t resist, sorry,” Bernard says, setting both of the mugs on the nightstand next to the mostly-empty breakfast dishes. “Very on the nose, I know, but give a man his vices.” 

“Uh . . . ‘on the nose’?” Kon asks, wrinkling his own in confusion. 

“. . . hey Tim totally random question, how much British television am I allowed to bully your boy into watching this weekend?” Bernard asks conversationally. “Like we can go doggy style for a few rounds, right? Very on-brand anyway, considering, and then we can multitask it and also I can explain the continuity errors and why if I ever meet Steven Moffat it is on sight.” 

“I dunno, I really liked that Jekyll show,” Tim says, eyeing the mug with the alleged latte with clear intent. 

“Obviously, Tim, that show was incredible, but also that show limited the man to six episodes and he could not write a full season of television to save the BBC or Matt Smith’s career,” Bernard says feelingly, then reaches over and sort of–scruffs Kon’s hair more than anything else, really, and Kon’s spine goes a little bit liquid over it. “Actually, wait, maybe ‘last of his kind except for that one dude who wants to kill him’ super-powerful alien guy is, like, too on the nose, maybe that would not actually be fun and enjoyable escapism for you, hm.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kon admits as he pushes himself up a bit, because he really does not, yeah, but also he really wants to know what that hot chocolate tastes like. Bernard very visibly just suffers. 

“I’m talking about the Doctor, man, c’mon,” he says feelingly. 

“Doctor who?” Kon asks in bemusement. 

“. . . congratulations on being the funniest motherfucker on this boat without even trying, I will never beat that one,” Bernard sighs as Tim bursts into laughter. Kon very much does not get the joke, but like . . . there’s hot chocolate on that nightstand, so really, bigger priorities in life right now, and he eyes the mug consideringly. “Let it cool off for a minute, bud, otherwise you’re gonna burn your tastebuds off and won’t even be able to taste it, and that would be a tragic loss on your end, trust me.” 

“. . . so who’s being the funniest one on the boat again?” Kon asks wryly, raising a pointed eyebrow at him. Bernard stares blankly at him for a moment, then–

“Ohhhhh,” he realizes, then laughs sheepishly as he picks the mug up himself and holds it out to him. “Yeah, have at it, big guy.”

[girlwhorizzed]

WARNINGS ; this prompt contains dark theming— kidnapping, weapon involvement, mdni minors pleeeeaseee! & if this isn't your cup of tea, don't sip it! stick to coffee. ty 🎀

WRITERS NOTE ; tbh this was fun to right, ik it sounds weird based on the warning but i actually enjoyed writing this out— it took me a few days cos i kept losing motivation but here it is! requested by nonnie here !

this exact situation had registered in your head since you were eleven years old— staying home alone for the first time, the feeling of paranoia creeping up on you. you'd planned step on step what you would do, how you would react, would you scream? cry? convince them they have the wrong girl? you'd always been in a fight or flight guard— but now, the very thing you've prayed and wished never would happen, did. you were kidnapped, taken against your will. you had to repeat it over and over to fully comprehend what was going on.

you'd spent a full nine hours at this place, head lost and fuzzy at the change— next thing you know jj maybank, gun in hand is in front of you his friends circling around you., like you were some exotic animal they captured and inspecting. before they entered the part of the house where they stored you, you'd heard their bickering from the next room. john b having second thoughts about the whole thing is what you've summarized up of what he's said, pope is rather freaked out about the whole situation based on the tapping against the floor, completely left out of what led up to you tied up in the living room. jj ends the group discussion with a simple statement. 'they hit us, we hit them.'

his way of getting back at who you assume is your brother— rafe, is tying up his little sister and sticking a gun in her face. your shaken up of course which is what you think he's aiming to, maybe more by the look on his face when he finally looks at you. it hits you finally that you've been in the dark for most of what this is revolving around, you hear jj mutter something along the lines of 'she looks stupid but she isn't. course she knows.' to reassure john b, having set on the idea that you have no idea what's going on by the look on your face when they first grabbed you.

the blonde kneels in front of you, gun tucked away in his waistband but in a reachable distance in case you've cut lose or slipped out of the rope, all scenarios scrambling in his mind although your still tightly concealed in the rope. john b and pope keep a distance from the two of you, sweat building up on each of their foreheads— enough sweat to be mistaken for spit if wiped off. "look, i don't wanna hurt'cha alright?" he puts up both hands and widens both eyebrows and eyes to signal he means no harm, the gun peaking out of his waistband tells you otherwise, but still you nod.

the same patterned bandana he had when he first grabbed you is down to his neck now, it gives you the tinest ounce of relief that he isn't going to hurt you— still your opinion differs. he gives you a smile and sets his hand on your bare leg. "gunna take the tape off now, kay? don't scream alright?" he begins, peeling the unnecessary amount of tape on your mouth. "no one's out here to getcha anyway.. jus' me, you, jb and pope." he concludes, making a ball of the tape and tossing it towards pope's feet.

you let out a small gasp of air— you always preferred breathing through your mouth rather then nose, your lips rub together as if relaxing lipgloss or vaseline into your lips, but instead of that your trying to get the blood back to your lips. you drawl your eyes back to the blonde kneeling down to meet you.

"sorry for uhh, pulling your hair n'allat stuff.." he reminds you, when he so rudely grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled till you shut up. you suck up the sourness your feeling now, not only had he yanked on your hair but he'd broken one of your newly done nails you'd got just the day before, it irked you. it really did. you bit on your tongue to push back the negativity shadowing over you, you were a hostage surrounded by men and not a women in sight so you kept as much attitude inside as you possibly could.

"it's okay. i get it." you say, it seems to satisfy him because he throws his head down and chuckles, hand still on your leg for leverage. your eyes meet john b whose standing far behind the blonde, he's ashamed and can't meet your eyes. you can tell because he starts fidgeting and forcing his focus on some empty can of beer on the floor, poor pope is muttering things to himself to convince himself everything will be okay.

you can sense jj isn't up for small talk anymore— his kneel position came to an end as quick as he is to stand over you in an interrogating way, looking down at you with a sly smirk. "alright princess, enough chit-chat. i know you know, what we know. time to spill." he declares, one hand on his side while the other sits cautiously on the gun in his waistband.

your eyes flicker from his face to his waistband, he's threatening you in a way that makes you giggle. you'd seen true crime shows better than this, truly. you let a giggle slip from your lips at ever thinking you were in danger— these boys didn't have an ounce of idea what they were doing. even if you didn't know what this was about nor the background story, to think you clutched your pearls over this. you'd blanked on the part where you reminded yourself to be respectful, because next thing you know the rough wall meets the back of your head.

the blonde made a fast arch on top of you, careful to not tip the chair over but enough for the wall to meet your head— you let out a raspy scream at the change in positions, "think your funny?" jj grunts, his hand slamming over your mouth and muffling the high frequency sound. his hot breath hitting your neck and making goosebumps rise. "all you gotta do is talk." he grabs the side of your head tightly in his hand. "can you do that? or is it too damn hard?"

"mmph!" you struggle to muffle words, jaw snapped shut tight from the harsh grip around it, your body weakens and slacks under his weight pressing up on you, you stop squirming and submit to him. "…mm-hm," you nod, eyes flickering up to look for his.

he arises from his spot on top of you, his face slowly morphs into a proud smirk at your compliance, "yeah? look at that, you are smart." he muses, fixing the strands of messy hair in your face. "that wasn't so hard now, was it? now that we're getting the basics outta the way… lemme ask you a simple little question."

"where's the cross? n'dont lie t'me. i know your big brother has it, which means you know where it is too."

the only thing that came to your mind when you heard cross was God, neither you or rafe were big on religion but still attended church every now n'then with the family— donated to the church and present in their activities every wednesday and sunday. you blinked twice, you could see jj's finger tapping on the gun which made you even more hesitant to answer. the only cross you were aware of and owned was the one back home in your jewelry box and the few around the cameron household. your unsure what to say, so you say nothing.

this cross— seems to be a delicate subject for the blonde because he takes your silence as a form of guilt, that you do know about it and have been withholding information this whole time. you shut your eyes and turned away from the blonde standing over you, as quick as you are to reopen your eyes and flutter your eyelashes at him, he's quick to whip out the gun peaking from his waistband you knew he'd used sooner or later and pressing it against your cheek.

"didn't wanna do this." he whines, his breath heavy and hot, "look at me, princess. i'm only gonna say this once." his finger slowly makes its way to your chin, forcing your head up to his level. "answer what i asked, or you'll be begging and crawling on your knees in a whole different way." his voice lowers to a threatening tone.

you take a few moments to prepare yourself before speaking, knowing that you had to choose your words wisely— knowing well enough jj is already on thin ice after your silence. "…jj i promise, i— swear to you, believe me, i don't know." you say carefully, not meeting his eyes. his facial features soften, "ain't that a joke," he shakes his head, his hand coming to rest on your chin in a gentle gesture, "why you lying?"

he grabs a fistful of your hair and lifts your head to look up at him, you make eye contact and see the look on his face, he's not buying it. "why would i be lying?" you ask, voice shaking ever so slightly— not enough for him to notice. "because your brother stole it, you don't think i'm stupid enough to know that?" a sharp inhale leaves his nose as he leans in closer, "what, you think i'm gonna believe a pretty liar like you just 'don't know'?"

you've fought the tears back long enough, they began to flood your eyesight and fill the brim of your eyes. your eyelashes flick up the liquid beginning to pour out of your eyes as you look up at him one last time, if this doesn't prove your innocence— your not sure what will. right now you just want to be held. by anyone, even the man whose holding you at gunpoint. "i— listen to me, please," you begin, "i swear to you, i don't know! please, believe me." your heart races and your head spins as you desperately try to persuade him you're being honest. your fingers cling to his shirt.

his face softens for a moment, his eyes slowly moving down your face, taking in your pleading expression. he can't help but feel the slightest ounce of sympathy for you, seeing how genuinely upset and scared you look, your bottom lip quivering and tears slowly making their way down your cheeks. he hesitates for a second, not used to seeing you like this. a small part of him wants to let up on you and believe you. but he doesn't.

"stop… stop crying, alright?" he snaps under his breath, his grip on your hair loosening, his hand moving from your chin to the back of your neck. "i'm not tryna hurt you," his other hand reaches for the tears at your cheeks and wipes them away, "i just want answers." he murmurs.

a small whimper escaped your lips, your sobs growing more intense and your body shaking. you lean into his hand as he brushes away the tears on your cheeks, searching his face for a hint of understanding. his grip on your neck tightens in a warning, but it's not enough to hurt you. you let out a shaky breath before speaking, your voice barely above a whisper. "please, i swear to you that i don't know anything. i'm telling you the truth." you plead, desperation etched on your face.

he looks deep into your eyes, studying your face for a moment, searching for any signs of deception, anything suspicious. but your expression is clear— desperate and terrified, pleading with him to believe you. he holds your chin with his thumb and index finger, his touch almost gentle. he lets go of your face, releasing the grip on your chin and taking a few steps away from you, his hands finding their way into his pockets. he seems to be contemplating, debating on what to do with you. his eyes dart up and down your body, almost like he's mentally undressing you.

your tears come to an end after he walks away from you, finally sure that you are telling the truth. he's tossed the gun onto the coffee table beside him and is now inspecting you, he hadn't when he'd first snuck up from behind and put a hand over your mouth— he was just focused on getting you where he wanted you to be. your cheeks flush pink at the attention your receiving from him, and you take time to look around the room and notice that pope and john b are no longer standing where they were at the start of the interrogating, they saw their way out. you try to cover yourself up, but tied up how you are isn't exactly an accessible way to try to shield yourself from his eyes.

your were okay for the most part now, till that urgency of urine hit your system. you could hold it but the rope pushing on your lower abdomen and bladder, your impatient bouncing on the chair began. you feel weird and uncomfortable to call jj by his name, you don't know him to be calling him jj, you aren't friends to call him jj— you know him but never really knew him. "i— um," you start, the urgency of urine building up and becoming too much to handle. "jj!" you squeak before he can exist the room, it's quick and random.

the blonde pauses when he hears his shortened name call, his head snaps back and looks towards you, a small smirk forms on his face as he takes in your nervous look. his expression is unreadable but he makes his way back to you, a sense of curiosity taking over him. before he recognizes that pattern of bouncing and leg twitching, how your eyebrows were tense and you bit down on your lip. you had to pee. "can't hold it?" he muses, his gaze wandering up and down your body again.

you nod impatiently, "mhm!" you make out before looking up at him, your expression screaming 'hurry up and untie me so i can pee!'

he chuckles watching you squirm around, he'd never seen you so out of control. it's almost kind of cute but he doesn't let it show. he digs through his short pockets for anything to cut the rope, finally finding what he needs— a pocket knife. he holds them up for you to see them, and then moves closer to you. "alright princess, don't move." he says before beginning to cut the rope from your body.

once the itchy rope finally became undone from your body, jj on instinct clutches the back of your baby tee and lifts it to where enough skin is showing for his little pocket knife blade to meet your skin, he isn't poking you but positioning the blade in a way where you won't be nipped but in a way you know not to pull any funny business. the metal makes you shiver and adds more urgency to pee. "huurry up!" you whine out, crossing your legs in a way where your back coincidentally arches against the blonde behind you.

jj thrusts forward, his clothed groin hitting your butt, accidentally, he claims upon asked once you two settled down. "don't act up alright? hear me? n'you ain't going home till we get that fuckin' cross back. m'sure your daddio will want your princess havin ass back in no time." he grunts before directing you to the bathroom, and to make sure you don't try and escape he's come in with you, sitting on the nearby tub while you relive yourself.

now what's left is to explain this to kiara and sarah, that jj has kidnapped her little sister.

[dalliancekay]

Crowley's Rank

This one's gonna be controversial, isn't it. Actually, let me pre-empt my rant with (another rant): It's not that I mind if Crowley was an Archangel or Dominion or whatever before he Fell. I don't think it makes that much difference. It could perhaps serve some narrative purpose but I don't really see it. To me, it makes no real sense for the story though and I do see people using this idea so Crowley can be smarter, more powerful, more insightful, more aware and just you know, full of wisdom and knowledge that Aziraphale should have sat down and learned from a long time ago. This is my main gripe with this HC.

So. Here we go: I am baffled by how people assume and often even claim it is as good as canon that Crowley:

was an Archangel

or even more high up (which I don't think is possible in GO Universe)

knew all Heaven's dirty secrets (and that's why he knows SO MUCH more about Heaven than poor innocent Aziraphale*)

created the Universe

*who a) should have listened to Crowley when Crowley tried to tell him about it or b) Crowley didn't tell him about it because he didn't want to hurt poor Aziraphale with the truth about Heaven

When what we see in canon is (IMO) the opposite of all of that? Also, did Aziraphale somehow forgot that Crowley was high up?

We meet this adorable angel in Before the Beginning. He was sent to start up a Nebula in a remote corner of the Universe and he needs a helping hand.

The angel who meets him finds him adorable and enquires whether he designed the pretty *waves hands around* colours and stuff. And Angel!Crowley admits that...well he did not design it as such but... he did have an input! Angel!Crowley does not introduce himself which is definitely a deliberate move, however, it seems like he's simply too distracted and excited by his project for such proper niceties so he does not notice when his new friend looks a little put out by that.

So. Did Aziraphale know who Crowley was?* I like both yes and no answers. I think a crush at first sight is adorable; after all, Aziraphale's careful demeanour seems to suggest he does not meet carefree happy angels often. But perhaps he did come across him before and was hoping to make his acquaintance properly sometime and look, what luck he was nearby just now...

*Did Aziraphale know who Crowley was in Eden? Absolutely. They recognised each other (and I wonder what happened in the interim we did not see) and Aziraphale carefully waits for the demon to offer his new name.

Did Crowley create the Universe?

No, he started up a nebula, and he's clearly very excited about his job.

Angel!Crowley has not heard of the Earth, the humans, or what the whole project/universe is for or how long it is planned to last.

That tells me, given that Earth and humans and the 6000 year Plan is literally the goal of it all; that he did not sit high up on the Universe planning committee and if anyone told him about it before, he did not pay attention. Which, honestly, is on brand for ADHD Crowley.

How come Aziraphale knows that certain suggestions and ideas would be unwelcome, should the two of them be overheard?

We don't know. But clearly whatever circles Aziraphale moves in, have alerted him to the fact that suggesting to improve things, would be a bad idea. And he did pay attention to the whole - we are creating a vast Universe to host a tiny planet for a human project that will last 6000 years and then be destroyed.

He also breaks the news about the Plan to Crowley who is clearly heartbroken about it. Much like the angels designing dinosaurs must have been I expect, working on them just so their bones could be buried in the Earth for a joke.

Next up for the argument for powerful Crowley:

Our lovely husbands aim for a tiny miracle to hide the runaway Archangel and its power creates mayhem in Heaven (and I assume in Hell too).

So why did this happen? I've heard of three possible explanations:

The husbands made it powerful, because they are (or their love is) powerful together, they just did not realise it. And that's my favourite one.

Gabriel inadvertently helped cos he's the Supreme Archangel (unlikely since he can't deal with his angel self while he's a 'Jim' for the rest of the season).

Crowley is so powerful he did it himself. Even though he insisted on making it very small, (I guess he just could not help himself).

Now, when he quips, how do you know I didn't do it - to the suggestion only a powerful Archangel could do it... it's just that. A joke. And a way to confuse.

After all, the Archangels laugh at the mere suggestion Az could do it too, but then HE CLAIMS HE DID and they believe him. Kind of.

So I don't think miracles are as clear cut as all that.

And anyway, it's impossible Hell would have forgotten if Crowley has been an Archangel in Heaven and second of all, it was funny, and a typical Crowley retort. Obviously Hell suspected Gabriel did it (and so did Heaven).

Crowley himself seems to think it's THEIR COMBINED fault. (If that is not foreshadowing, especially the way he throws it out there....)

Crowley can stop time.

And that's pretty cool. Very impressive. I wonder who else can do that. But does he have this power/knowledge because of his past high rank or because he worked at building the Universe? (And clearly loved his job?)

And now for the main course:

And:

"They never change their passwords."

Ok so I mean... you don't exactly have to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce triumphantly that Crowley was one of those.

Which, given Good Omens is anything but obvious and predictable, is exactly what Crowley is not (yes, that's my HC, obviously).

How did he get to know the passwords then? Oh so many delicious possibilities. And so much more interesting (I think) than - he was so high up he knows everything.

Did he get them cos he wanted to check something? Did he get them for Lucifer and/or 'the guys'? Did he get them for Aziraphale? Did he get them from Aziraphale? Did he find out by mistake cos the 'high ups' did not pay attention to a lowly angel around important documents? Did he simply believe he can open the files?

And one more little thing:

Apparently, God on angel time was very limited if they are both in awe of Job being able to speak to God.

I mean we have no idea if Metatron ever actually speaks to Her, or the Archangels, but this seems to imply these two were not especially important.

And. I like that.

I want them to be two middling nobodies who overthrow the system because they came to love one another. It's such a running theme in Terry Pratchett books too. It's not the ministers and generals who overthrow governments, is it. It's someone in the crowd asking questions, and another someone wanting a proper kiss and deciding they'd wage a war for it. That's how revolutions start.

If I sound in any way disparaging towards Crowley, please note - I am not. But I am disparaging to fanon Crowley who I believe Crowley would despise.

[allertononfilm]

dolce vita - rafe cameron

chapter 1

summary: You traveled to Italy to get away for the summer, escape the heartbreak you’d been dwelling in back home. Only to find yourself falling into something way more complex with the last person you expected.

content warnings: original afab!reader, soft!rafe, use of petnames (princess, baby), 18+ MDNI - actual smut included after this chapter, suggestive af, smoking, mentions of being under the influence/consumption of alcohol & marijuana.

(DISCLAMER: I have not actually traveled to where I am writing about, so this is all google not personal experience lol)

length: 2.6k words

You really had no idea what you were doing in Italy. Your summer plans had been completely different just a handful of months ago. But you tried making the best out of being there, trying not to focus on the fact that you'd spend your trip surrounded by a group of trust fund kids that you likely wouldn't have met otherwise.

Josie meant well. That was how you became friends to begin with. Meeting when she took a seat beside you in your first sociology lecture of the school year, asking if you'd done the required reading she had no clue about until walking into the auditorium. You graciously gave her your notes, and she'd stuck by you ever since, despite not having much more in common.

The girl wasn't who you typically relied on in these unprecedented situations, seeming to be under the impression that the two of you were much closer than you personally considered. But you had to appreciate the fact that she liked you enough to let you tag along on the annual holiday she took to her cousin's vacation house on the Amalfi Coast.

In another reality, you'd be planning your wedding to your long-term boyfriend right now. You'd been together since you’d met at freshman orientation, and marriage was the logical next step. Why would you think any differently?

You were sure he was gonna propose after your final exams for the year. But instead, he showed up to your apartment and ended it. No warning. No explanation. He walked out that day, and you hadn't heard from him since.

And the icing on the cake was that within weeks, he was already on Instagram flaunting his new girlfriend. Who he also, coincidentally, had grown up alongside. So at the last minute, after a lot of urging from your privileged friend, you decided you'd join her in Southern Italy and fully immerse yourself in the easygoing European lifestyle as some sort of distraction.

You traded your normally dark colour palette for pastels and florals to complement the vibrant environment. Drinking vintage wines and Limoncello you probably wouldn't have touched back home. Skin barely sun-kissed from spending your afternoons on beaches that could be straight out of a postcard.

You'd been staying with the group of women for a few weeks already, enjoying the accommodations prior to being joined by Josie's cousin and his friends. Surrounded by affluence and high luxury like you'd never experienced. And although your roommates were doing everything they could to make you feel comfortable, you still felt absolutely out of place.

An example of this were nights like these when she'd take advantage of the large space and throw house parties into the early morning. They'd never really been your thing in general, finding yourself overstimulated by the bustling atmosphere even as an adult. 

You didn't spend longer than an hour trapped among the chaos, making whatever appearances you had to and promptly disappearing back to the room you'd been staying in. Any hope of getting buzzed being cancelled out by the unrelenting humidity wafting through the halls, the alcohol you'd been drinking sweating through you before you could even feel any of its effects.

The villa was unlike anything you'd seen, something that your other housemates weren't as affected by. The exterior, a Mediterranean style that was simple but still highlighted the aesthetic of the region. Hidden away amid the lush valleys but in no way modest. It wasn't technically a palace, but it was definitely the closest thing you'd seen to one.

The halls and chambers were grand, decorated with expensive furniture that accentuated its opulence even further. Oversized portraits of nameless aristocrats hung along the walls, unsure whether they were relatives of Josie's or local historical figures. Terra cotta tiles lining the floors to stay on theme with the rest of the house's theming.

Your favourite part of the whole place though, was the clear view you had of the Tyrrhenian Sea from the back of the property. The balcony that hung off your room giving you a front row seat to the vivid blue waters whenever you pleased. Getting baffled when you spotted an unknown individual already standing out there, leaning over the railing and surrounded by thick smoke.

"Can I help you?" You survey as you step out, the boy startled when you emerged.

For some reason, this person looked kinda familiar, although you couldn't figure out why. But you knew you didn't recognize him because he had a face you don't think anyone would be able to forget. You assumed it was another acquaintance of Josie's that snuck away to seek the same refuge as you, some rich kid that she knew because they traveled over at the same time.

As the paper burned into the dusk and the aroma hit your senses, you were met with an earthy smell that you'd been craving but didn't know where to find since getting to Europe. Your initial skepticism turning into curiosity, deciding to use the intrusion to your advantage to get yourself a puff.

"No, I'm fine," he declares simply. "Need anything, princess?" He offers back, an American accent poking through as he inhaled the weed like it was oxygen.

"This is where I've been staying the past few weeks, so..." You awkwardly trail off, your counterpart pursing his lips at the confession.

"Ah, you must be Josie's new pet," He comments. "Technically, you've been staying at my place the past few weeks." He informs you, blatantly sizing you up.

You weren't sure when exactly her cousin would be arriving, but you figured your first meeting would've been more formal than accidentally on your porch in the middle of a random party. You'd seen him a few times in photos she'd shown you from past vacations, none of them doing him justice.

His features were sharper than how you recollected, having shaved the shaggier hairstyle he'd sported when he was younger at some point. Bright blue eyes that were still striking in the night, full pink lips curled around the end of the filter. Standing there in a pair of dark-wash jeans and a white tank top that showed off his muscular arms.

All you knew about him, other than it being his family's place, was that they only reunited here during this annual trip. The two having become estranged over the years due to living on opposite coasts, not knowing anything further than Josie's father being siblings with his mother.

He snapped you from your daze when he offered out the spliff, accepting it with caution as if it would self-destruct in your hand. Perching alongside him on the metal railing, trying your best to keep your attention on the shore ahead of you instead of gawking at the boy just a few feet away.

"I'm Rafe, by the way." He introduces, prompting you to do the same. "You aren't part of the usual group that comes over," He identifies, a bit unnerved by his observation.

"Needed a change of scenery," You answer, not wanting to reveal too much.

A thick silence hung between you, neither of you really knowing how to navigate forward. He was much less sociable compared to his cousin, not that it was necessarily a bad thing. He had the whole broody, mysterious vibe going on, but not in a way that was intimidating. If anything, you were enticed.

"What do you think about Naples so far?" He investigates, cutting through the stillness.

"It's nice," You reply plainly.

"Just nice?" He echos. "You haven't experienced it properly then."

"What would you recommend?"

"I can take you out and show you around," he extends.

"You don't have to do that, Rafe. You just got here, and I'm not even your guest. I'm sure you're jet-lagged and have other shit to do and-" You ramble, being cut off by him.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine," he interjects, letting his gaze linger on you. "If anything, I'd feel awful knowing you came all the way here and didn't see anything significant. Clearly, you can't rely on Josie for that."

The commotion of the full house beneath you faded away as you fell into conversation. The discomfort that had initially driven you upstairs now having vanished. His cold demeanor thawing as you chatted like you'd known each other for years rather than mere minutes.

As he let the spliff hang between his fingers, you found yourself fixated on his features. Noticing how every time he brought the filter back to his mouth, they would wrap around the faint smudge of your lipstick. How his jaw tightened every time he sucked in. Even just being illuminated by the full moon, he looked like some kind of deity.

"Like what you see?" He flirts with a knowing smirk despite still looking out to the water. Your words getting caught in your throat, heat rushing to your cheeks prior to being able to get any response in. "How do you know Jos again?"

"College," you reply. "Why?"

"You just don't seem like the type she typically hangs out with. Preppy... Stuck up... Fake." He lists explicitly.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" You quip. Rafe finally turned his head to look at you, the reflection of the stars glimmering in his eyes.

"I'm not sure yet. But so far, good."

You'd be naive to ignore the attraction you'd felt from the moment you saw him. Your senses were completely heightened by this point, chain-smoking through a forgotten number of joints. And even as the discussion faltered the more stoned you both got, the energy between you only intensified.

His hand came up and pushed your hair off your face, letting it rest on your cheek. His touch causing sparks to shoot through your body. Something that hadn't happened much towards the end of your relationship now that you think about it. But you didn't give a shit about that right now, only preoccupied with the gorgeous man in front of you.

You found yourself staring as he took another hit, the world blurring around you when you realized he was getting closer to you. Your breath literally being taken away as he exhaled directly into your mouth, replacing the air with heavy smoke. Like this boy you barely knew was a rejuvenating life source you never knew you needed.

It was out of your character—making the initial move, kissing someone first so confidently. Especially when that person was a close relative of the reason you came here to begin with. You felt like you were breaking an unspoken rule of girl code, not that it ultimately stopped you from acting on your instinct.

If anything, kissing him felt right. Similar to the head rush you'd felt when he shotgunned the vapor to you. His lips were soft and moved with skill, tasting like expensive whiskey and cigarettes and weed and every other vice. Maybe it was the mixture of substances tied with his sweet words, but the angst that had been plaguing you for months had disappeared.

A needy whine left you when he pulled away, worried you'd acted too hastily, only for him to take another drag of the plant and repeat his earlier gesture before his lips were back on yours. The two of you going back and forth until the joint burned out. Falling deeper under his trance as you became completely engrossed with each other.

He grabbed your ass, bringing your bodies closer as he delved his tongue into your mouth. His large frame overtaking you easily, hovering over you so you were propped back against the railing as you made out. You couldn't remember another man ever making you feel so off-balance. So good. So wanted.

You lost track of time with him, in all honesty you lost track of everything. Adrenaline surging through you like a fire that couldn't be extinguished, the two of you like moths drawn to a flame. What you could even call this connection with him? Tension? Chemistry? Lust?

But most of all, you didn't feel like there was an immense pressure hanging over you like it did with your ex. Always needing to maintain the facade that everything was perfect to match the rest of his carefully curated reputation. Fuck, you couldn't remember the last time you just let go—did what you wanted.

"You know," he establishes as the two of you caught your breath. "This is the room I normally sleep in."

"You're such a fucking liar," you retort.

"I am," he instantly concedes. "But I wouldn't mind sleeping in there tonight if you wanted company..."

"Wow," you emphasize playfully. "You get right to the point, huh?"

"What can I say? When I see something I like, I go after it. You can't really fault me on that," he indicates, teasing you over the fact you'd made the first move.

"Are you sure you aren't jet-lagged? Maybe getting a little delirious?" You suggest.

"Maybe," he shrugs. "Think I forgot my teddy bear at home though,"

"Oh my god," you burst out laughing, Rafe smiling warmly at you. "That was awful."

"It was, wasn't it?" He mirrors your amusement, examining you as if you were the most interesting person in the world.

"Are you always this forward?" You question.

"Wow," he mimics your earlier remark. "If I remember correctly, you kissed me, baby. Not my fault I can't get enough."

You'd never met anybody like him. Your ex was definitely the complete opposite—polite, charismatic, like the poster child for the quintessential all-American boy. And while Rafe was still well-off and very good-looking, you could tell there was much more to him than what met the eye. That he'd be a tough one to crack.

"I can't say I throw out awful lines like that a lot," he admits. "But it's not usually this difficult to get girls to agree to let me take them to bed. Especially in my own house."

"Now you're just being presumptuous," you couldn't help but chuckle, not entirely sure why you were turning down his advances. You knew it was the logical choice, especially judging you'd just met and would be living together for the foreseeable future. But your logic was quickly unraveling.

"It's fine. Wouldn't wanna tire you out too soon, anyway." He alludes smugly. "Can I at least get a kiss goodnight?"

"Was all that not enough for you, Cameron?" You taunt him.

"Definitely not," he mutters, letting his eyes rake over your figure.

"Goodnight, Rafe," you drawl.

You got up on your tiptoes, your hands settling on his chest as you pecked his cheek. Unable to get away too fast as he grasped your waist and held you in place, glancing down at you with a fiery smolder. His lips hovering over yours, just the proximity driving you crazy even though you were the one that held leverage.

"Is that really the best you can do?" He protests, giggling at his defiance.

"Goodnight, Rafe," you reiterate, giving in and kissing him gingerly.

You watched as he slipped through the glass door and retreated back through your room. Turning over his shoulder, shooting you a wink and puckering his lips as he made his exit. Leaving you out on the balcony, wondering if you'd just imagined that entire interaction. Knowing it was too good to be true to just be a hallucination.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as he walked away, a desire stirring inside you like no other man had ever provoked. You could tell he would only be trouble, but that only made you more intrigued. And for the first time since you'd gotten to Italy, you felt a noticeable shift. Perhaps Rafe was the distraction you'd been seeking out this whole time.

notes: something i’ve been working on for a min! gonna be a miniseries, i’m still putting it together so the updates won’t be as frequent as my smau but wanted to get this out for you guys! hope you enjoy it 💛

[max-the-many]

Couldn't believe my luck when I came across this marvelous display. I just had to have them! All of them! Even though it would be a solo-beach day for me.

I would gather them, one bye one. Getting the first one somewhere alone was obviously the most tricky. I still am kinda awkward, getting to talk sometimes.

After waiting for quite a while with no one getting anywhere, I couldn't wait any longer.

I stepped close, still with no udea how to get someone seperated.

"Ehm, Hi" I opened with no one responding.

"Sorry?..."

Seeing them all layed out in front of me really got me all the more excoted. All of those well built guys, ready to be mine. Or almost. I couldn't help but imagine to hit them right here with those 4 shots I luckily had handy.

But this beach, although not as busy, sure wasn't empty either.

So I kept trying to get their attention until one of them lifted his head. He clearly woke up at that moment. They actually were asleep! It would have been so easy if I was alone with them.

But patient.

"I... sorry to bother you... can you maybe give me a hand with my car? I'm really sprry" I rambled.

Still dizzy he didn't get what I wanted at first. I mean, I myself was unsure of how I would pricede.

But after a moment, he stood up!

"Sure" he said, stretching his limbs after what might have been a good slumber. Seeing him like that made me crave to have him even more.

He reached for a speedo before he stepped towards me.

"Where is it" he said, hitting me hard as I was pretty stunned from his sight.

"Ehm, sorry, ehm..." I stuttered, before I lead him towards a pathway between the rocks.

It was the main access, so I still had to get him further.

"I... parked away from the usual spots. Turns out my car got stuck" I improvised, heading along the path away from the usual access points and bathing spots, finally stepping off of it aand into the sparce bushes under lightly scattered trees.

When he followed with noone to be seen I figured, that this is as good a moment as any from this point on. I looked around, pretending to search for the right way.

"I think this might be... this direction? Or...maybe there?" I wondered, pointing in a direction that made him look sway long enough so I could finally hit him with the syringe I felt in my pocket the whole way, ready to strike, pushing the serum into his hips in one well placed hit.

He turned around in surprise, looking at me while his eyes already got empty while his body froze.

I stepped towards him, grabbing him around the hips to bring him down on the dry ground to hollow out, frequently checking the progress, feeling his body, the body I would have the pleasure to try out myself in a matter of minutes, checking his bulge as I haven't seen what was underneath before.

Finally I got the speedo off, undressed myself to slip into his rubbery husk, closing it off as to seal the process, making it fully merge with my body, even adjusting my proportions and finally my voice.

"Guys?" I said when I got back, already feeling way more confident in speaking to them.

"Could you come to help with that guys car aswell?" I asked the first guy that lifted his head.

"Should I come, to?" the one next to him said.

"No need."

And like that I quickly got the other three, returning in the husk of the second one, luring the third away, even turning the fourth one right on his towel as the beach became more empty before I got the other husks from the woods, neatly wrapped in their towels.

"Guess what I got waiting for you" I sent to some of my buddies along with a picture of those three packages of towel, each one having their contains peaking just a tiny bit.

I really couldn't wait to meet up with my boys the next days. But I surely had some ideas for fun with my new gear until then aswell...

[butterflydm]

WoT 3x02 Deep Dive (book spoilers addition)

Any and all thoughts that strayed into book spoilers territory will be found here. Spoilers through A Memory of Light, just to be safe.

The funniest possible thing that show could do is simply never clarify whether or not Moiraine and Elayne are related. We'll probably know soon enough whether or not they plan to, because either we'll hear about Tigraine's son that she left behind to go into the Aiel Waste or we won't and if they don't hint about Galad then, there doesn't seem much of a point to do it in the future, since Rand's story never actually crosses Galad's, and he left Tar Valon before the princes arrived.

In the books, I believe that the House Trakand symbol is a silver keystone, which I don't see any evidence of in the throne room, but perhaps Andor's symbol overrides that. I don't know how royalty works, lol.

The Houses that we see here are all Houses that are staunchly anti-Trakand once we get to our on-page Succession War in the books, I believe, and the show did such a good job showing how Morgase's short-terms gains with her ruthlessness here may lead to a much harder fight for her daughter to claim the throne, as no matter what Elayne says, her rivals have reason to believe that their lives are forfeit because they put their names in first (and since Elayne is not around when the Succession Crisis begins, they might well believe that they've been trapped and locked in once she shows up).

For the people who are uncertain about Morgase's characterization -- it's heavily implied that Thom killed Taringail (Galad's dad) for Morgase (it might even be said outright; I don't recall at the moment). She was not against a spot of assassination when she believed it necessary. I do wonder if maybe Elayne is going to learn some unsavory things about her mother when she meets Thom later this season (I believe there is the tiniest clip of them together in the trailer at the end of ep1). Genuinely, I think anyone who would put in their name for a throne and fight a war for it... is probably capable of the sorts of things that Morgase does in the cold open of this episode.

I am also seeing the vision of... okay, Trakand politics are cutthroat and so are Seanchan politics (politics in general...) but one thing that might end up being a huge difference is how Elayne is protected and sheltered and adored as the heir who has had no need to prove herself worthy of the title (until she herself decides she needs to earn it) vs the Imperial family fighting it out and killing each other off. Elayne has no rivals inside her own family. She's had nothing but love and protection from her family, sometimes so much love and protection that it stifles and smothers her. So that might end up being a huge point of contrast between Elayne & Tuon, if we're able to catch a glimpse into the Court of the Nine Moons and the family dynamics of the Imperial Blood.

Everyone else has already noted the variations in the two brothers' uniforms, I'm sure, but -- Gawyn has on red trousers (and he chooses Elaida/the Red Ajah) while Galad has on white trousers (and he chooses the Whitecloaks). Very neat bit of visual foreshadowing that would mean absolutely nothing to people who don't already have an idea about their potential future paths.

So! Gawyn is still First Prince of the Sword and Galad is 'of House Trakand' but listed as 'Galad Damodred' in the credits. That's all pretty interesting. Again, the funniest thing would just be to never clarify any of these family relationships, but I am definitely curious about what choice the show will make.

Bets on whether or not Morgase is gonna survive? I think she's going to die, for a few different reasons.

her subplot meanders around mostly to give us insight into plotlines that we can just do a cold open about in the show

her subplot begins to feel like pointless trauma after pointless trauma at a certain point

it just feels silly for under 20 year old Elayne to stay the Queen once we all know that her mom is still alive

it will make it less silly that Gawyn holds his mother's death against Rand if Morgase is actually dead

Elayne standing up to Morgase here to forge her own path feels like a strong note for their relationship to end on

So, yeah, I feel like she will probably bite it in the show.

Galad's mild disparagement of the Aes Sedai here makes me feel like he's already been reading the Children of the Light sourcebook, but another possibility is that this is something being influenced by Rahvin, who likely is trying to subtly encourage discord between Andor and the White Tower.

"There's almost nothing we can do for afflictions of the mind."

Set-up for Nynaeve's future arc! She's gonna be the one to figure it out! I really like her trying to help Mat with his mind as foreshadowing for her cracking how to heal the Dark One's madness on male channelers' minds. That's really elegantly done.

I do wonder how much the show is going to dive into the potential parallels between Rand's past life haunting him and all of Mat's past lives haunting him. They deliberately changed Mat's storyline to make it more closely match Rand's, making it his own memories instead of the lives of random soldiers/generals. The most obvious reason to make their situations even more similar is so that Rand has someone to talk to about his Lews Therin situation, because we don't have the benefit of an interior monologue, the way that the books do.

Obviously, the earliest we would possibly explore that would be season four, but that's the most obvious reason I can think of to make this specific change in the way that Mat's memories work. Mat's storyline at the end of s2 didn't need for him to be an actual Hero of the Horn for it to work. That was a choice that the show made. It was a gorgeous choice; that scene makes me cry, but when they've made changes like that to the lore in the past, it's paid off narratively. Will this be the same?

In the books, Egwene and Aviendha had developed a fairly close friendship by this point and were calling each other near-sisters during their time together in the Waste, which definitely hasn't happened in the show yet. There really wasn't space for it in the earlier episodes but I hope that we do see them becoming friends as they go through some Wise One training together. Hopefully Egwene won't be too separated out as 'dreamwalker only'. Egwene has been separated from all her friends this season (just as Rand has) and her relationship with Rand is... yeah.

So she could really use a friend.

Aviendha taking a moment to stare at Rand before she complains about him not being Aiel enough: classic Aviendha.

"those who call themselves Aiel" I just realized that the prophecy contains an epic burn against the Aiel because of them breaking the Way of the Leaf. These people who dare to call themselves Aiel even though they don't follow the old ways of peace! Never noticed that before, though I'm pretty sure this prophecy is straight from the books.

So... the show wanting to explore this idea of Rand going mad and killing his lover might be part of why Rand & Egwene's relationship has been drawn out past the point when they broke things off for the last time in the books. That's perhaps not a theme you want to touch on during his actual endgame relationships; it's something you want him to be able to deal with first, so that he can go into those relationships maybe with more control over himself emotionally. I do wonder if this is building up to showing us Ilyena's death, but I'm unsure if we'll get that this season. The promo has implied that we'll get to see Ishamael, because he was on the glass columns promo poster, and we know we'll get at least one Age of Legends flashback in the columns of Rhuidean (with Mierin). Will Ishamael be there or will we get a second AoL flashback in 3x08, as has been tradition so far?

Anyway, Alanna obviously isn't a Darkfriend, but I am curious both about how quickly she got to the Two Rivers and why she's there. It gets confirmed for us in 3x03 that Maksim doesn't know why they're there either, so it's a proper in-show mystery right now.

So, Elaida's timeline... not sure I have it on lock-down yet, and how it interacts with Siuan's. Did Elaida try to become Amyrlin while she was already working as Morgase's advisor? Siuan didn't have any drive to try to become Amyrlin Seat until after she and Moiraine received the prophecy about Rand, and it looks like Elayne is only a year or so younger than Rand (Rand was born "twenty years ago" in s1, Elayne was born "twenty years ago" in s3), so did Siuan go straight for the Amyrlin Seat as quickly as possible after the Aiel War? Since she and Moiraine were already established Blue Sisters in the show at that point, it's plausible. If that's the case, then Elaida may have bounced to Andor directly after losing the Seat to Siuan.

Verin... "warns" Siuan here about Elaida being "well-liked" which... does not actually seem to be the case when we see Elaida trying to get in good with the rest of the Red Ajah. Is this Verin following an instruction from Lanfear? We know that she does still need to act as Black Ajah in order to preserve her cover with them. And she was the one who appears to have scooped up Min from Cairhien and brought her back to the White Tower.

No forcefemmed Min here, which I was really glad about. Stuffing Min into a dress and forcing her to be high femme and ditzy was not a super-fun note for me in the books. If we do get Rand-Min in the future (depending on if we get renewals and potentially on how long the show runs in total, since if they only get 5 or 6 seasons, they may just do avirandlayne and not try to introduce a fourth person into the mix), I think we can pretty sure that she won't do all the weird "Men Like This Stuff" changes to her appearance and behavior that she does in the books to try to entice Rand.

If Verin is reporting to Lanfear, then Lanfear also knows about all the viewings that Min has been seeing about fighting and death inside the White Tower.

Siuan mentioning Nynaeve as a potential weakness for Liandrin. I have been pondering the idea of Liandrin perhaps dying in the fight against Moghedien, to save Nynaeve's life. This might be a hint towards that.

So... is Fain currently leading the Trollocs, or is it 'Lord Luc' who is doing that? I could glance at imdb to find out when Padan Fain's actor is appearing in the show, but I will refrain, lol.

The Bair/Amys merging situation and the confusion around it is definitely interesting and a little bit odd. I wonder why they couldn't just change Bair's name to Amys after they realized they couldn't have both. Was it a legal issue with the contract that the actress had signed? Because this is absolutely just straight-up Amys wearing a nametag that says "Bair".

Ah, Matrim Cauthon. I have strong feelings about the way this name was used in the last few books. Namely, one of the biggest tells of a for-sure Brandon Sanderson scene was someone using "Matrim" who'd never used it before. I suspect because Sanderson felt like it was a more "fantasy appropriate" name than just Mat. In the Jordan books, it gets used very sparingly and is fairly effective to show either formality or annoyance (towards Mat), but in the Sanderson books, everyone and their fish uses "Matrim" and it kinda loses its power.

This scene with Siuan definitely makes me feel like if the show decides to take it that direction, having Siuan be there with Mat to save Moiraine would be really awesome.

The scene between Morgase and Elayne reminds me of one of the beats that we get much later in the books, after the two of them reunite, with Morgase admiring how Elayne handled a political situation. Another reason that I suspect Rahvin might really kill her in this one (or, a horrifying thought that just occurred to me, Compel Galad to do it and that's the reason that Galad ends up running off to the Whitecloaks? We have the precedent of Andoran families killing their own Head of House, here in this cold open)

Tigraine name drop! Very soon before we're about to learn more about Tigraine in Rhuidean! Very exciting! I do note no mention of Galad being Tigraine's son here, where it might have been natural for it to be mentioned.

I do like the show explicitly connecting Tigraine's disappearance with Morgase's ascendance -- while Tigraine being told to go to the Waste was primarily for Rand's birth, Elayne does end up being pretty important to the events of the Pattern as well, and is a key figure in the Last Battle in her role of Queen of Andor/Cairhien (though maybe just Andor in the show).