#i had to respond to this one because of the Thought that was put into the ask!!

[ssahotchnerr]

omg Katie i was rewatching s7 (as one does) and ohhhh my gosh I forgot how delicious and gorgeous beard!Hotch is😔😔 he’s just soo!!

I can’t stop thinking about maybe the beard making a comeback while on vacation or something, him being all domestic with that beard — and it’s just such a change from his usual suit and tie lawyer important job vibe😔 sorry just thought to share and wanted to know what you think of him <3333

while on vacation

i just couldn't not write a fic about this 🤭 bearded aaron my beloved cw; fem!reader, established relationship, jack calls reader mom, domestic fluff with a hint of spice��️‍🔥, light suggestion <3 wc; 1.2k

"Don't scrunch up your face so much," you laughed gently, applying sunscreen thoroughly across Jack's face. Whether it was his forehead, the bridge of his nose, or his cheeks, he either attempted to move out of the way or scowled further in protest.

"But I don't like it," Jack complained. "It's cold and smells funny."

"I know you don't bud, but the last thing you want is to get sunburnt," you told him, your eyes sympathetic. "The sun here is a lot more harsh compared to how it is at home. I'd hate for you to be miserable, and not have as much fun because of it."

"I guess. It stings my eyes sometimes too."

"Just try your hardest not to touch your face, and you should be okay," you reassured him, snapping the sunscreen shut and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Plus, I don't think you want your father's lecture on the importance of SPF."

Speaking of - "Aaron?" you called out. "Are you almost ready?"

"Yeah..." You heard him sigh from the bathroom, the faint sound of him searching through his toiletry bag audible. "I forgot to pack my razor."

You grabbed Jack's hat and placed it atop his head, angling it more downwards to playfully cover his eyes. You got to your feet, meeting Aaron in the bathroom. "You? Forgot to pack something? What happened to the spreadsheet?"

"I don't make spreadsheets for everything," Aaron laughed at your teasing, an inquisitive expression soon taking form on his face. "Do you think the hotel carries razors?"

"I don't see why they wouldn't."

"Or we'll just have to stop at a store later," he shook his head, giving up his search and zipping up his bag.

"Or we could just... not," you suggested, pushing yourself off the doorframe and running your hands under water quickly. Once clean of any lingering sunscreen remnants, you gripped onto Aaron's polo, your hands soon roaming his torso.

An amused grin formed on his face, "Oh?"

"We're on vacation. That means getting out of routine, taking it easy, not shaving." You shrugged, continuing your flirtatious touch by toying with the collar of his shirt. "So what if a light beard makes an appearance. It wouldn't be the end of the world."

"And that's the only reason, right?" Aaron inquired as a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes gleaming with a playful understanding. "That we're on vacation?"

You weren't slick, and he knew it. However, your request did surprise him - you've only seen him with a beard once when he returned home from Pakistan, short lived as Jack despised it. But you hadn't mentioned it since.

You widened your eyes, feigning innocence, "I can't imagine there being another reason."

He lowered his voice, leaning in close. "Just say it turns you on sweetheart, it's alright."

Surprised at his sudden forwardness you immediately blushed, but he also wasn't wrong. However, before you had the chance to respond -

"Mom, Dad, you coming?" Jack asked, waiting patiently at the door with his beach towel in hand.

"Yeah, we're coming." Aaron clicked off the light, his hand finding your lower back. As he guided you out of the bathroom, it wandered further down, causing you to playfully push it away with a giggle before any young eyes could see. "Did Mom put sunscreen on you?"

He got a groan in response.

Over the course of the next few days, Aaron obliged, heeding your wishes and not shaving. It was mere stubble for a day or two, which was still a sight to see. But towards the end of the week, the beard was coming in wonderfully.

With his dark hair, slightly tousled from the laid-backness of the week's pace, the beard also complemented the sharpness of his features. It brought out the color of his eyes, enhancing their deep, intense color. His jawline, which could make you go weak in the knees any day, was more defined, a perfect contrast to the soft yet rugged texture of his beard.

Add in his sunglasses, the sweaty t-shirt clinging to his body at times due to the heat, and his developing tan, you were absolutely swooning. It was nearly impossible to tear your gaze away from him.

Even the smallest of things were driving you wild. Aaron simply placed breakfast in front of Jack one morning; face adorned by his beard, conversing with his son naturally, the domesticity had you fluttering in all ways. You found yourself wishing you had the same request on your honeymoon.

In addition, the slow vacation mornings also allowed you the time to admire Aaron before he awoke, peaceful and content in sleep. For the first time in a while too, he looked well rested.

Jack had been worn out and sleeping in also, due to the sun exposure and the long-yet-fun days catching up to him. It thankfully granted you and Aaron some much appreciated time to spend alone together.

"Good morning," you mumbled softly when Aaron's eyes found yours, reaching up slightly to press a kiss to his lips, his jaw, neck, anywhere you could reach. You continued to litter him with kisses, before full-on straddling him.

Aaron chuckled, his hands landing on your hips. His voice was still rough with sleep, peering up at you with his sleep-heavy eyelids. "I'd say it is."

You laughed softly against his skin, pulling his t-shirt collar down, giving you access to kiss his chest.

"What do I need to do to get a wakeup call like this every day?"

After pressing one more kiss to his collarbone, you sat up, remaining on top of him. "I can't believe it's our last full day," you whined as a dull filled you; back to the city, back to normalcy, back to clean-shaven Aaron.

He hummed in agreement, his finger tracing the tan line from your bikini bottoms, visible above the waistline of your pj shorts. "It did go by fast, didn't it?"

You nodded, your shoulders slumping as your bottom lip protruded in a pout.

"Are you mourning the end of our time off, or the fact that the beard will be leaving," Aaron questioned, an admirable glint in his eyes. Again, he looked thoroughly relaxed laid against his pillow, his hair sticking out in all directions as he gazed at you.

"Both," you sighed, cupping his jaw and letting your thumb graze his stubble. "Don't get me wrong, I adore seeing your clean and attractive face. But I am going to miss this."

"I'll tell you what, I'll keep it a few more days. To allow you to enjoy it thoroughly, in the privacy of our bedroom." He sat up, positioning you on his lap and easily bringing his lips to yours. With Jack so close, the two of you hadn't been very adventurous in fear of being caught. "And maybe it'll make an appearance more often. Since you like it so much." He mumbled lowly amidst the fierce kiss, a light smirk tugging at the ends of his mouth.

You pulled back briefly, a finger pressed to his chest. "Is that a promise?"

"Definitely."

[ariichive]

JEALOUSY☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

jealous scenarios ft. phainon, anaxa, and mydei!

gen. neutral reader

cw: anaxa is kinda crazy he puts his gun to reader, possessiveness, mentions of violence, fluff, not proofread im so tired :')

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

phainon

phainon was one to pride himself on his natural charm, he was a very easy going guy. the stark contrast between him in battle and off was admirable.

though as much as he hates to admit it, sometimes the warrior takes over his instincts. for instance, right now as he watched the droma’s caretaker openly flirt with you.

it wasn’t just the flirting—though that was annoying enough—it was the way you laughed, the way your eyes softened, the way you didn’t immediately pull away. phainon knew you weren’t his, not in the way that would justify this sudden surge of possessiveness. but logic had never been good at taming instinct.

his fingers twitched at his side, an old habit from years of battle. the part of him that thrived in combat, the part that didn’t hesitate when faced with a challenge, whispered at him to act. it would be so easy to step in, to slide an arm around your waist, to make it clear to everyone in the room—especially to the man standing too close—that you weren’t available.

but that wasn’t his place. not yet, at least. so instead, he forced himself to take a breath, to unclench his fists, to remind himself that he was phainon—charming, laid-back, not the type to pick a fight over something so trivial.

“phainon, this one likes me!”

his stoic expression softened when he realized, in fact, you were talking about the loving dromas and not that man.

phainon smiled gently at your joy, “i can tell, he sure does like you a lot!”

there was a certain edge to his voice that could’ve been missed by onlookers. you gave him a concerned glance, one which he smiled at and didn’t question further.

and yet, when the caretaker let out another laugh, explaining the most basic knowledge of dromas ever, his hand brushing against yours, phainon found himself smiling again. it wasn’t a friendly smile.

“having fun?” he asked, voice smooth but carrying an edge beneath it as he finally approached the two of you.

“yeah—!” you were quick to respond only to look up at phainon and realize his attention wasn’t on you. “phainon..”

“yes my lovely spouse, who i treasure more than any riches and i’d also kill for?” now his attention was focused on you, his smile bittersweet.

the thing with phainon is whenever he looked at you, there was always such intensity.

“don’t start, i’m okay i promise.”

there was a joking tilt to your voice, but it was enough to calm him down.

“now, come over and feed the dromases with me! this one’s name is castor, very sweet we should take him home!”

phainon let out a dramatic sigh, placing a hand over his heart. "my love, as much as i would adore bringing castor home, i fear he would not fit through our door."

you laughed, reaching out to pet the dromas, who nuzzled into your touch affectionately. "we could make it work," you teased, "build a bigger door, you're strong enough. or, you know, just let him live in our backyard."

phainon hummed in thought, stepping closer until he was right beside you. "tempting," he mused, reaching out to pet castor. "but then i’d have to compete for your affection, and i don’t think my heart could take it."

you rolled your eyes, nudging him playfully. "oh, please. you already know you’re my favorite."

his grin softened into something more genuine, his blue eyes filled with something tender. "good. because my dearest, you are mine." phainon swears the dromas narrowed its eyes at him (the caretaker did too but phainon was too busy enjoying the memoment with you to get mad all over again).

you burst into laughter as the dromas let out a soft sound, clearly pleased with itself. "maybe if you were as cute as them, you’d stand a chance."

phainon clutched his chest. "wounded. utterly wounded."

but despite his theatrics, he leaned in closer, his hand brushing against yours as you both continued to feed the dromases together, the warmth between you as steady as ever.

...

"y'know, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to take one home, then we wouldn't have to come back here. i can't believe that vile man had the nerve to even look at you..!"

"phainon, my dear, we are not actually going to take one home."

"...i like the name kevin, wouldn't you agree, [name]?"

the rest of the day was spent with phainon in your ear.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

anaxa

the carefully crafted lunched in your hands was the least of your worries as a soft click was heard from behind you followed by a pressure being applied to the back of your head.

just to think; you went out of your way to bring lunch to your oh-so-kind boyfriend and this is how he greets you?

you would say you're surprised but... this isn't the first time something like this has happened.

"do tell me, what's the foul mood for now?"

he didn't appreciate the snarky comment as a the gun pushed against your head even more.

"my [name], you seemed to enjoy yourself outside with that man. would i be correct to assume so?"

so this is what he's mad about.

you exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "if you must know, i was just making conversation. you know, something normal people do?"

the gun pressed harder against your skull in response, the warning clear. anaxa hated being mocked.

"careful," he murmured, voice quieter now, more dangerous. "i'm already being generous by allowing you to explain yourself. do not test my patience."

you tilted your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye. his expression was unreadable, but his grip on the gun was steady—too steady.

"allowing me to explain myself?" you echoed, amusement creeping into your tone. "and here i thought my oh-so-loving boyfriend would trust me a little more by now."

anaxa exhaled sharply through his nose, but he said nothing. the silence stretched between you for a few moments before the pressure at the back of your head finally disappeared.

anaxa let out a low hum, his voice smooth yet laced with something sharp—jealousy, possessiveness, something only he could wield so effortlessly. "you know how i feel about you entertaining the company of other men," he said, tilting his head slightly. "and yet, there you were, laughing as if you had no care in the world."

you sigh, "i promise you it was a very brief interaction. i even told him i was visiting you for lunch."

anaxa looked away in faux annoyance as he gently took the lunch from your hands.

"thank you, [name]." anaxa was genuine in his thanks, he understood how troublesome it could be to reach him in the grove of epiphany.

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "i'd say 'you're welcome,' but i'm not sure you deserve it after that stunt."

he sighed dramatically, setting the lunch down on his desk before taking a seat. his movements were as measured as ever, graceful even in something as simple as this. "you wound me, truly," he drawled, undoing the buttons of his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up. "but i suppose my cruelty knows no bounds, does it? threatening my beloved over something as insignificant as a passing interaction."

"so you admit it was ridiculous?" you quirked a brow, leaning against the edge of his desk.

anaxa leaned back slightly in his chair, watching you with a gaze so heavy it felt like an unseen weight pressing against you. "i admit nothing," he corrected, voice as smooth as ever. "but even the most brilliant minds are prone to… lapses in judgment."

you let out a small scoff, shaking your head. "right. 'lapses in judgment.' is that what we're calling your absurd jealousy now?"

he exhaled through his nose, as if considering your words, before finally opening the meal you had brought him. "call it whatever you like, my dear," he said idly, plucking a piece of food with deliberate ease. "but tell me, if i were to flirt so freely with another, would you be so composed?"

your mouth opened, but the words died on your tongue. anaxa watched your hesitation with something akin to satisfaction, his smirk deepening ever so slightly.

"i thought as much," he said smoothly, taking a slow, deliberate bite of his food. "jealousy, my dear, is a universal affliction. i am simply more… expressive about mine."

you huffed, looking away, but the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you. "you're insufferable and lucky i have the patience for you," you muttered.

he let out a soft chuckle, low and indulgent. "patience," he mused, reaching out to brush a gloved finger against your cheek, slow and deliberate. "such a rare and commendable virtue. though i must wonder..."

his touch trailed lower, tracing the curve of your jaw before finally resting under your chin. with the lightest pressure, he tilted your face ever so slightly upward, forcing you to hold his gaze.

"how much longer will that patience last, i wonder?"

you swallowed, refusing to look away. "depends," you said, barely above a breath. "how many more times do you plan on pulling a gun on me?"

anaxa’s lips curled into the faintest smirk, but his eyes flickered with something softer—something dangerously close to fondness.

"ah," he sighed dramatically, finally releasing you and leaning back into his chair. "a fair question. but, my dear, you wound me. surely you know by now that i only threaten the things i cannot bear to lose?"

you stared at him, feeling both shocked and flustered.

you huffed, shaking your head as you finally relented, letting the conversation settle into something resembling peace. and despite everything—despite his absurd possessiveness, his impossible nature, his maddeningly smug demeanor—you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

because somehow, against all logic, against every ounce of reason—anaxa was yours. and that was something even he, with all his sharp words and sharper wit, could never deny.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

mydei

mydei always found himself in petty competitions with phainon. whether it was who could pick the most apples to who could slay the most enemies, phainon always knew how to push his buttons.

though he might’ve pushed them a little too far..

“afraid you’ll lose? i would’ve never guessed that the great mydeimos was scared of talking to a girl. or are you scared [name] will end up liking me more?”

“deliverer,” mydei said with a scary amount of joy in his voice, “tell me, do you enjoy being humiliated by a kremnoan heir?”

“so is it a deal?”

“if that’s what you wish to call it, we’ll start now. try not to make an utter fool out of yourself. you won't even be able to touch them."

there was absolutely no way mydei was going to even let phainon breathe the same air as you.

phainon grinned, entirely unfazed by mydei’s sharp tone. “oh? possessive already? my, my, what will [name] think of this? surely they've noticed your crush on them by now.”

mydei exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms. “they will think nothing of it because you will not get the opportunity to so much as look at them.”

phainon laughed, tilting his head with an almost lazy confidence. “bold words. i wonder if you’ll still be saying that once they’re hanging off my arm instead.”

the barely restrained fury in mydei’s eyes was almost comical. “you delude yourself.”

“and you’re stalling.” phainon shrugged, already turning on his heel. “come now, mydeimos. unless, of course, you are afraid?”

mydei scoffed, stepping forward with an air of unwavering confidence. “i fear nothing—least of all a fool with an overinflated ego.”

the competition had begun.

mydei was the first to find you. he's always remembered the places you often frequented, the bathhouse being common among them.

mydei found you tucked away in one of the quieter corners of the bathhouse, steam curling through the air in delicate wisps. he approached silently, his footsteps barely making a sound against the stone floor.

he had always been observant—perhaps more than you'd realized. no matter how much time passed, he never forgot the places you sought comfort in.

"i thought i'd find you here," he murmured, his voice low and steady, cutting through the gentle trickle of water. "it's peaceful here," you said softly, returning your gaze to the water, watching a rubber duck float by.

after a long moment, you glanced at him, the tension in your chest easing just a little.

"you always find me."

mydei's crimson eyes softened, a rare hint of fondness breaking through his composed exterior.

"of course," he said quietly. "you're worth finding."

mydei had a huge advantage over phainon; everything that came out of his mouth was genuine.

you felt your body heat amplifying from his intense gaze, the steam from the bath worsening your situation.

the air between you two felt thick with unspoken words, the steam in the room only adding to the intensity. mydei’s crimson eyes were locked onto you with an unwavering focus, as if trying to read something deeper than just your expressions.

“you know, you really don’t make this easy,” you muttered, trying to divert your thoughts, the heat rising in your chest feeling like it might burst through your skin.

he raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving yours. "make what easy?"

you shifted uncomfortably, the faintest of blush creeping onto your cheeks. “this... this tension.”

mydei tilted his head slightly, the smallest of smirks tugging at the corner of his mouth. “tension?” he repeated, his voice smooth and calculated. “i’m simply speaking the truth.”

you shot him a glance, his words echoing in your mind. you’re worth finding.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t heard him say such things before, but this time, it felt different. There was no teasing, no veiled sarcasm—just the raw sincerity that mydei rarely offered.

“you never do anything half-heartedly, do you?” you said, a small sigh escaping your lips.

mydei didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence looming like a silent promise. His gaze softened as he spoke, but there was still a quiet intensity behind it.

"only when it’s worth it," he said, his voice almost a whisper, but it still hit you like a wave.

your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

he moment hung between you two, the weight of his words settling deep within you. mydei’s presence was suffocating in the best way—an intensity that seemed to radiate from him, the kind that made it impossible to think of anything else but him.

you opened your mouth, but the words stuck. something about his steady gaze and the closeness between you left you speechless, your heart thudding in your chest.

“mydei…” you whispered, almost as if testing the air, "would you like to join me in the bath? i'm sue it'll help relieve any sores you might have?"

mydei's gaze flickered to you, and for a brief moment, the quiet intensity in his eyes softened, replaced by a curious, almost amused glint. he took a step closer, the space between you two shrinking even more.

“you offer me company in the bath?” he asked, his voice holding a hint of surprise. “how… bold.”

you could hear the teasing undertone in his words, but it wasn’t as biting as usual. there was something more… tender in the way he spoke, something that made your heart flutter despite the calmness of the moment.

“i only thought it might help you relax,” you replied, keeping your tone light, though your pulse quickened slightly under his steady gaze. “and you’re always so tense. even the crown prince needs to rest now and then.”

mydei let out a quiet chuckle at that, the sound warm and soft, like the fleeting warmth of the bath. "i’m afraid i’ve never had much time for relaxation," he murmured, his tone shifting again, darker, but with an edge of something more vulnerable. "but perhaps you’re right. it’s been... a long time since i allowed myself the luxury."

there was a pause, and you could see the weight of his words settle over him, like he’d just made a decision. his eyes softened, and he took another step closer, his fingers brushing against your wrist as he gently took your hand.

"then, i’ll join you. for once, perhaps i could allow myself this."

as mydei settled comfortably next to you in the bath, he couldn't help but wonder where phainon had been all this time.

and there was a small voice in the back of his head, saying 'if phainon found you first, would you have invited him into the bath with you?'

he glanced sideways at you, his gaze unreadable for a brief moment as he tried to suppress the discomfort he felt at the idea.

as he took in your relaxed face, mydei realized how important such moments were to the two of you. this was just the start of many more scenarios he would spend with you.

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i just love the idea of unhinged anaxa

[omniseurs-blog]

I am a stealth trans man, the privilege I have is being treated like a man as soon as they see me

If I'm applying for a job, I am treated like a woman trying to be perceived as a man, because they still see my legal name and gender marker on my ID.

If I'm trying to date, I'm perceived as a predator by straight women, a confused lesbian by bi/lesbian women (these demographics I rarely, if never go after), a tomboy by straight/bisexual men, and a gay fetishizer by gay men. At best with trans women, I become the therapist, and with trans men, it becomes an argument of passing better or worse and jealousy. That's not to say out of every demographic there are people who handle the relationship properly, but that the majority don't.

In friendships, things can go great for months and months, sometimes even years before they find out I'm trans and they start acting weird about it.

Suddenly they recommend more "feminine" music, hobbies, activities to do with me, they suddenly view me as their therapist to vent about difficulties with women, and that's all the BEST case scenario, that's the BEST thing that could happen from them finding out, this one's also the easiest to handle, "I thought you might like to see my grandmas garden.... My grandpa also likes it... Haha" - "no, nah, I wanna get back to playing eve online with you though, I mean, I do have some fake plants, heard they help with depression, think real ones would last a month at most".

An unfortunate amount of people react to things they don't understand with anger and attacks, whether that be verbal or physical.

I used to be nearly best friends with a girl named Kat. Unknown to me at the time, she had a crush on me. She invited me over, we got to her bedroom (in my mind, to hang out), she pushed me on the bed (I thought it was playful, like wrestling), and she pulled my shirt up and saw my binder, jumped away, and started apologizing. I went home straight after that. After that, she avoided me, and called me a faggot, rapist, molester, and creep after that. I wasn't interested in her at all before or after that, and I wasn't the one who initiated or caused that situation to happen.

Another incident was while I was at the mental ward, in which they usually refused to put my chosen name on the cards, and I would turn it around and write my chosen name every time I saw it. Unfortunately, I usually wasn't fast enough and someone saw my dead name on the card. He started asking me inappropriate questions, calling me a tranny, and eventually lead to him punching me in the face, the police being called, and the police did nothing besides give me a court date in an entire state over, which I had no way to get to, meaning nothing happened and the case was dropped.

A lot of people react to things they don't understand with suddenly disappearing from your life too.

You join a hobby discord server, talk, people think you're cool, they add and DM you, you get along fine talking to each other, you mention as relevant to the conversation that you're trans, the conversation magically fizzles out and becomes dry, and then they stop responding all together, usually intermitten with one or 2 inappropriate questions about your genitals or body or kids or hormones or surgery.

[vampirq]

ok sub!abby but her hands are tied behind her back and reader is absolutely teasing the fuck outta her and shes getting so desperate but the reader is just so so mean

a lottt teasing . stubborn abby . bondage (a) . oral (a) . fingering (a) . sub ! abby . dom ! reader . abby’s veryyy embarrassed . praise . word count: a thousand

“patience, baby, almosttttt, done.” you step back to take a look at your work, and it’s jaw dropping. abby was completely tied up. her lower legs were taut against her thigh while her wrists were strung together above her head. you give everything one last pull to confirm it’s secure, resulting in a complaint from abby. 

“this is so embarrassing. you’re not gonna ‘tame’ me or some shit.” she huffs, suddenly finding the paint on the wall very interesting. 

“i’d watch your words if i were you, abigail.” your voice drops, still keeping a seductive lit. your thumb traces light circles around the globes of her ass, trailing up to her slit. you take her chin in hand and make her eyes meet yours, “y’know, since you’re tied up and all.” 

her face heats up, your erotic words casting an effect on her. she attempts to brush it off with a stuttered “whatever,” but you notice how she clenched around nothing, more of her arousal leaking onto the sheets. you smirk at it, realizing her whole ‘tough’ persona is really just an act, and you know she’ll be pleading for you within minutes.

that’s exactly what happened. 

you start by pressing soft kisses along her inner thigh, watching how she reacts to it. her breathing picks up pace and her eyelids flutter, it’s close but not quite. you go further up, right where her upper-inner thigh meets her core. your kisses are more hungry now, feverish almost. small nips and sucks meet the skin, leaving purple marks as a reminder. 

now, she reacts how you want her to. hips slightly jerking up, small gasps filling the air. you can tell this is where she’s the most sensitive. you put more effort in, turning the nips into bites and the sucks into long licks. “shit, you, you’re really committed to this, huh?” she breathes, a whiny undertone breaking through. 

you hum in response, the vibration shooting straight to her cunt. if you focus hard enough, you could feel the thump of her heartbeat next to your face. your head lifts to mark the other side, but firstly, you lightly graze your tongue over her clit. it takes everything in you to not dive in right then and there, but you had to hold back, you were teaching her a lesson after all.

the feeling makes abby whimper, a small short one before she catches herself. she thought you were gonna brag about it, make her feel dumb for it, but you didn’t. instead, you just respond with, “oh, i know, baby.” dragging out the last bit of the word before leaving more marks on her. 

she starts to break, more whines and whimpers escape her lips as you tarnish the sensitive skin. she knew you would give it to her if you asked, but it wouldn’t be in the way she wanted. “fuck, can you, uh, use your mouth?” her words come out muffled and soft, embarrassment clouding her mind. 

“i am using my mouth, sweetheart.” 

“no, i want it in a .. in a different place.” 

“where do you want it?” you question, lifting your head up to look at her. you notice that her lips are slightly parted, a dazed expression plastered on her face. 

she doesn’t answer, looking towards the wall with closed eyes. you wanted her to say where, but you knew she wouldn’t, she’s abby anderson, stubborn and cold. you give her some help, moving over towards her cunt, your lips ghosting over it. “you want it here?” 

her eyes fall back on you and her mouth goes dry, wrecking her mind to speak because she knew if she didn’t, you wouldn’t give her what she needed. “yes, yes right there.” 

“beg.” 

“what? no, no i don’t beg.” 

“abigail.” 

her name rolls off your tongue so effortlessly, like it was meant for you to say. it makes her breath hitch and her heart rate pick up. she searches your eyes for any trace of mercy but there isn’t any, giving her no choice but to follow through. “i need your mouth right there .. please.”

she could do better, and you knew that, but you got what you wanted. besides, you’ll get more out of her later. 

your tongue presses against her clit, keeping still to see her reaction. her head falls back against the pillow and you could see her chest rise and fall with each breath. you continue, starting off with small kitten licks and swirling around the glistening nub. you bob your head up and down to exaggerate and let her know who’s making her feel like this.

“oh my— fucking, you feel so good.” abby moans, finally giving in and letting all of her noises out. her hips grind into your face, nearly using you just to get off. “need, need more.”

your bring two fingers and scissor them into her, replacing them with your mouth. if there was a time to get her to break, now would be as good as any. 

“tell me how good i’m making you feel, c’mon baby.” your lips graze her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. 

“feels really good, i love your fingers.” her words are jumbled and stuttered, her mind clearly going way faster than her mouth.

“yeah? say you’re gonna be a good girl for me.” her walls clench down around your fingers at that, another moan coming from her. “wanna hear it, baby. tired of your fuckin’ attitude.” 

using the bit of strength she has, she shakes her head no. “that’s humiliating, baby, i, i can’t do that.” 

you pull your fingers out til it’s just the tips inside of her, then plunge them back in, curling them just right to hit that spot inside of her. a guttural moan leaves her lips, tears threatening to spill out. 

“i’m so close, please keep going, please. need you so bad,” abby pants, looking at you with her round blue doe eyes and her pink pouty lips. her legs started to shake in their hold, but thankfully, they’re unable to close due to the restraints. 

“say it, abby. say you’re my good girl.” your fingers speed up, keeping eye contact while you pound in her at a steady pace. her walls were sucking you in completely, you couldn’t pull out if you wanted to. 

she can’t think, not when her entire head is being captivated by you. your words pulling her in, your fingers bringing her closer to release, it’s all so intoxicating. “oh fuck, i’m yours, i’m your good girl, baby— shit,” her voice becoming raw as her orgasm washed over her. it was unlike anything you seen before. a stream of juices squirting out onto the bed, tears gliding down her face, and the uncontrollable shake of her legs. 

your fingers come to a stop, pulling out of her with a loud squelch. “that was so hot, oh my god.”

realization of what just happened clouds her mind followed by embarrassment. you kiss at her flushed face, whispering praises and reminding her that it’s normal.  

“can you do that again for me, pretty girl?” 

[sincerelybubbles]

spencer x reader || alarms

late night working on a case, the hotel fire alarms on your floor won’t stop going off. what choice do you have other than to crawl to a pining spencer reid’s room to try and get some rest?

warnings: one slightly ? suggestive comment if you squint, mutual pining, not proof read. build up/background of a bubbly!reader i’ve been meaning to write about <3 v short n sweet fluffy!!!

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“hey,” you whisper when spencer opens the door, pillow crammed under your arm. your sweats are rumpled, long shirt almost hitting your knees under an equally oversized academy shirt, hair mussed and eyes sleepy.

the sight makes his chest burn and his knuckles grip tight against the doorframe.

“hi?” spencer manages to respond, voice confused but still stepping to the side to let you inside automatically.

you shuffle by, pink fuzzy socks peeking over the tops of your dress shoes. it’s ridiculous, the sight of the fluff spilling over the edges of your mary jane’s (unbuckled), made even moreso by how cute he finds it.

“sorry, i know it’s early. the fire alarm on my building won’t turn off, it’s been almost 45 minutes.” you turn once you hit the small kitchenette in his hotel room and awkwardly clutch your pillow to your chest.

after a moment of squinting, eyes unaccustomed to the dim of the room and contactless, spencer realizes that you’re not holding a hotel pillow. rather, it’s covered in little pink daisies and looks far more comfortable than the rocks on his bed.

“i was wondering if i could take the chair in your room?” you ask, continuing despite how spencer’s mind is now racing with thoughts of your pink daisy sheets that he was aware of before tonight (this morning?) but wasn’t expecting to be reminded of when his mind is still hazy enough to crave the warmth of your body next to his.

“you—yeah.” spencer shakes his head in one, fast motion, rapidly switching to nodding when he realizes that could be misread as a no to your question. it makes him dizzy but wakes him up just enough to dig himself out of dreams. when he opened the door, there was a moment where his heart thudded in his chest, sure you were coming here to climb in his bed for other reasons.

not that you ever had before or that he thought you were the type to, of course not that—never that. it was just that his mind was stuck in a molasses of sleep that so frequently rewarded him of dreams where scenarios like that happen. or, even better, dreams where you two simply sit next to each other, your stocking-ed leg pressed against his pants, knocking together, hands intertwined, a warm glow emanating from somewhere for you to read to him by.

those dreams were the worst, just real enough that he could feel the love emanating from your breath, know that you want him close too, only to be yanked away with the spasms of beeps from his phone serving as his alarm.

“yes, of course you can stay here,” spencer finally says after his tragedy of a nod, moving past you and into the bed area of the room to yank the pillow he was using from the bed, “but you take the bed, i can take the chair.”

“no, spence, it’s like 3 in the morning and you’ll get a headache. i intruded on you, i’ll take the chair.”

spencer is shaking his head no before you finish, turning to stare at you. subconsciously, you mimic how he holds his pillow under his left arm and spencer makes a note to research if it’s actually true that attraction causes people to mimic each other.

and, fuck, this is why he had to put distance between you two because his brain can’t just be normal about things. you’re an affectionate person, spilling over with hugs and hands on arms and kisses on cheeks and he can’t help but analyze everything for a sign that it might be more.

“no, really, i’ll take the chair.”

you laugh at him, shaking your head and making your way closer. “let’s just share,” you suggest, tossing your pillow onto the side of the bed not made messy by spencer and rubbing your eyes with two closed fists, digging in deep. “i’m exhausted and we have to get back to it tomorrow. i’m not winning this fight and i can’t have my best brainiac impeded by a headache tomorrow.”

“no, it’s really—“

“spencer.” your eyes are earnest when you look at him, wide and tired and so so hypnotic. he can’t say no, not when you’re blinking up at him, only lit by the obnoxious street lights filtering in through the cheap hotel curtains, in your pajamas, taking in a tired, tiny voice.

“yeah, okay,” he says, forfeiting the back and forth and allowing himself to give in, just for tonight.

you yawn in response, hand coming up to cover your triumphant smile. you look exhausted, climbing into bed and shoving your feet under the sheets with much more aggression than necessary.

spencer climbs in after you, stretching his legs out and flexing his arm so his shoulder pops with a loud click. it’s a testament to how close you are to sleep that you don’t wince and tell him he shouldn’t do that—you always get onto him for it.

“hey,” spencer says after a moment, mind slowing but still moving fast enough to keep him on the cusp of sleep.

you makes a small sound, high pitched, as you roll over and press your forehead to his bicep. “what?” you say, voice half asleep, half complaint.

“is that my academy sweater? i’ve been looking for it everywhere.”

“mm,” you hum, head moving up and down against his arm. “you left it at my place. i like wearing it—miss you less when i do.” your voice is trailing off, spencer’s heart is pounding, and he nearly misses the soft sigh you let out before tacking on, “makes m’feel like yours.”

it could mean a million different things, spencer tells himself as he listens to your breath deepen and slow, but he lets himself imagine it means exactly what he wants it to as his eyes settle closed.

[psalms-and-spells]

Easter branched off from Passover, a Jewish holiday. It was first celebrated in Palestine. The claim that it’s origins are from Germanic pagans is an attempt to separate Christianity from its Jewish roots and make the religion Eurocentric.

That is the anti-semitism I’m asking people not to spread. ❤️ Just because Christianity has similarities to other religions doesn’t negate the fact that Easter specifically branched off from the Passover holiday. (Because of the last supper)

It’s that time of year again: Please please please stop saying Easter originated from Ostara. This is literally anti-Semitic propaganda that I’m begging people not to continue spreading 😭

[fluemsiie]

our family [ j. ackles ]

synopsis. you need jensen to come back home. notes. 1.3k words, breastfeeding, depression, mentions of ppd, not proof read, happy birthday jensen <3 — comments & rbs appreciated.

jensen’s been filming for a while, and by a while, you mean for freakin’ months. he can’t catch a break and so you did what any sane person does— you moved to vancouver all the way from texas just to be close to him. it took a lot of planning, and way too much money, but you weren’t letting your husband stay at a different country alone anymore, it was taking a toll on both your mental health and your relationship.

not to mention your daughter always asking for daddy, where he is, can she go out with him; it’s breaking your heart as much as it is his and so you decided to settle for a smaller apartment near where they were filming.

you’d say it helped your mental health but that would be a lie. ever since you had your daughter you knew something had been seriously wrong. you’re unmotivated to move out of bed, you try to do everything you need to in your room, hardly go out to see anyone but her. anything you need to go do, you have delivered. if the whole ‘not moving’ thing wasn’t hurting you, then the fact that you let your body go a little is fucking breaking you.

you don’t think anything has ever been so wrong in your life, nothing goes the way it should and it seems like you can’t fix it no matter what you do which is disappointing considering you’re a mother now. a mother. you’re supposed to know everything and have all the answers.

and despite moving to be closer to him, leaving behind your own family, something not a lot of people would do, he still spends some nights at jared’s (because gen is still in texas, like you should be).

except there’s also another thing jensen has no idea about; you got diagnosed with depression shortly before you made the move, it’s a big reason why you did the move in the first place. you thought it was past partum but you made sure to actually get diagnosed before telling jen and since you won’t be harming yourself or your baby girl, you decided he didn’t need to know.

he’s been so busy since he decided to start directing too and you’re insanely proud of him, even if you’re having a hard time. but you don’t wanna risk it so here you are, alone in a city you’ve visited only a handful of times with your two year old daughter.

but today’s by far one of your worst days. you tried taking some pills, just pain killers, you aren’t comfortable taking pills for whatever’s wrong with you, you can’t risk hurting any future babies. it isn’t like you don’t believe in them— you’re a nurse, of course you do, but you also know they could hurt you long term, it’s not worth it.

some days it seems like it’s just not worth it. you pick up your phone to call jensen. it takes a few rings but then he responds and you sigh in relief. you honestly thought he wouldn’t pick up, “hey.”

“what’s wrong? are you okay?” it catches you by surprise but when you recover you tell him you and rhyme are great. “i mean you, sweetheart. you sound off.”

you don’t sound that off. definitely not enough for him to pick it up the second you greet him. not that you’re complaining, maybe if he knows what’s wrong he’ll get home faster. jensen’s always helped you in ways he wouldn’t even believe— he’s your life force at times and you’re not sure what you’d do without him, especially now when you need him.

and he’s not neglectful, he took your first four months off from filming and had his sister stay with you for the other two. he’s always put your needs in front of filming but you don’t want to be overbearing.

“when are you getting home? i’m making your favorite.”

“yeah? ‘m not too sure. twelve-thirty, give or take.” which is code for ‘don’t wait up’ so you wake up and find out he never made it home, just crashed on set or at jay’s

“okay.” you can’t bring yourself to ask him to come home even if you don’t doubt he will. jen’s working because he loves his job, sure, but it’s also to provide for you, he wouldn’t want to hurt you over something he’s doing for you in the first place. and you know all that, you just wish you’d always be logical enough to remember it. 

“is that it?” god, this is conflicting. you know you need him right now, you just can’t get the words out. “sweetheart?”

“yeah.” 

It’s a beat before he responds. “i’m coming home at twelve with dinner. don’t cook anything.” he ends the call and you’re smiling. it’s no surprise he figured you needed him, but you couldn’t be happier to have someone that cares enough to come when you call, despite your call being ominous and downright needy.

+

it’s the third time you’ve started frozen because rhyme doesn’t understand that when a movie ends you start a new one, all while breastfeeding her. it’s gotten significantly easier as she nears two years old, she just sits next to you instead of you having to kill your back, and she honestly does it for ten minutes maximum before she gets bored.

and at this point she’s tried everything from lamb to mashed fruit, milk is hardly a full meal to her. but your doctor said it’s best to try and breastfeed her until she hits the 22 month mark. she’s nearing 20 months now.

when she’s done, and else is singing ‘let it go’ with rhyme as her background vocalist, you get up to get started on dinner. jensen said to not make anything which means he’s ordering take out himself but you should probably make sure the counter is clean and that there’s a salad to go with the food.

just as you’re done cleaning the table, the front door opens and your shoulder fall in relief. you didn’t even know you were raising them. you hear his footsteps all the way to the living room, where rhyme runs into her dads arms and lifts her up effortlessly. 

he turns to you, sees you standing in your open kitchen and walks over to kiss your hair softly. “hey, baby girl.” 

rhyme laughs and hugs him tighter. well, the endearment is yours as much as it is hers, you’re both his girls. 

“thanks for coming home, jen.”

“don’t do that, don’t thank me for that. i should’ve known it bothered you— and you should’ve told me earlier.”

“it doesn’t always! just when i need you and then i wake up and i just don’t find you.” days where the depression is just, god, it’s horrible. days when you can’t take rhyme crying because you can’t find the toy she lost or when she’s hungry and you’ve only slept two hours, waiting for his text to confirm he’s safe and at home. 

“baby, i can’t always read your mind, sometimes you gotta help me out.” you nod quickly and he kisses his daughter before putting her down. 

“foor?” food. he nods, placing the bag onto the table. you’ve been teaching her german so she confuses d’s for r’s. you’re not too sure how that came to be but you don’t question it because she’s been saying words in german.

the smell hits you all at once, and your heart practically squeezes itself. jensen drove to your favourite restaurant thirty minutes away. it makes your home country’s food the most authentically and you’ve always loved feeling at home. 

“jensen, seriously?” he smiles and you’re the one who throws yourself into his arms this time, his little girl, not quite understanding, joins in. and you’re not sure how you would’ve gotten through today without him coming back home to his girls.

[4linos]

rediscovery.

lee felix x fem!reader

synopsis/request: with exhaustion settling in, you and felix barely have the energy to speak, but the moment your lips meet, everything changes. the passion you thought had faded returns, stronger than ever.

[warnings: nsfw 18+, suggestive, minors pls don’t interact 🙃]

wc: 749

You trudge into the living room, collapsing onto the couch beside Felix, who's already sunk into the cushions, eyes half-closed. The day has been a never-ending marathon of work, kids, and chores, leaving you both drained. You can't even muster the energy to look at each other, let alone have a conversation.

But as you sit there, you start to think about all the things that still need to be done. "Hey, did you remember to pay the electricity bill?" you ask, not even turning your head to look at Felix.

To your surprise, Felix responds, "Yeah, I took care of it this morning. And I also managed to get the laundry folded and put away."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? I could've sworn I was the one who was supposed to do that."

Felix opens one eye, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I think we both did our fair share today. The kids are even in bed early, for once."

You glance at the clock, amazed. It's only 9 PM, and the house is quiet. You start to feel a spark of energy, a sense of possibility.

Felix seems to sense it too, because he reaches out and gently pulls you towards him. "You know, I think we deserve a little break," he whispers, his breath tickling your ear.

As you turn to face him, you see the exhaustion in his eyes, but also a glint of desire. You feel a flutter in your chest, a sense of excitement that you haven't felt in a long time.

Without another word, Felix pulls you into a deep kiss, his lips warm and inviting. You melt into his arms, feeling the tension of the day melt away.

As you break apart for air, Felix whispers, "I think we've earned a little time to ourselves, don't you?"

You nod, your heart racing, and Felix pulls you back in, his hands roaming over your body, reigniting a flame that you thought had been extinguished by the demands of parenthood.

For a few blissful hours, you forget about the bills, the laundry, and the kids' schedules. All that matters is the two of you, lost in the moment, rediscovering the spark that brought you together in the first place.

As Felix's hands continue to explore your body, you feel a sense of surrender wash over you. You've been so focused on being a good parent, on keeping the household running smoothly, that you'd almost forgotten what it's like to be intimate with your partner.

Felix's fingers dance across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He knows exactly where to touch you, exactly how to make you feel alive. You moan softly as he finds a particularly sensitive spot, his eyes locking onto yours with a spark of desire.

You reach out and start to undo the buttons on his shirt, your fingers fumbling slightly as you try to rush the process. Felix chuckles and takes over, quickly shedding his shirt and pulling you back into a kiss.

As you deepen the kiss, you feel Felix's hands slide down to your hips, pulling you closer to him. You can feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his arousal, and it sends a surge of excitement through you.

Without breaking the kiss, Felix stands up and pulls you to your feet, his hands guiding you towards the bedroom. You stumble slightly, your legs feeling weak with desire, but Felix catches you and holds you close.

As you reach the bedroom, Felix kicks the door shut behind you and spins you around, pinning you against the door. His eyes blaze with desire as he looks at you, his chest heaving with anticipation.

"I've missed this," he whispers, his voice husky with emotion. "I've missed us."

You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I've missed us too," you whisper back.

Felix's face inches closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. But as the kiss deepens, it becomes more passionate, more intense. You feel like you're melting into him, like you're becoming one person again.

As the kiss breaks apart, Felix steps back and looks at you, his eyes burning with desire. "I want you," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

You nod, feeling a sense of surrender. "I want you too," you whisper back.

And with that, Felix pulls you into a passionate, all-consuming kiss, one that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

//

(a/n: i don’t write full on smut & i don’t know if i ever will but i’m okay with slightly suggestive. was this okay? 😅)

masterlist.

[sosasturns]

shoota!chris PRACTICIN

…IN WHICH CHRIS TEACHES YOU HOW TO AIM, BLURB

your first clue that chris had let himself into your crib was your dog, tunechi, going crazy at the front door, his tiny ass body damn near vibrating with rage. the little yorkie hated men, but he hated chris the most.

“shut y’lil ass up before i punt you like a football,” chris muttered, kicking the door shut with the heel of his sneaker. tunechi barked louder.

you didn’t even hear either of them, too caught up in brina’s voice blasting through your phone as you leaned over the sink, perfecting the sharp cut of your winged liner.

“bitch, i swear on my life she knew that man was fucking someone else. that’s why she fake acted shocked, ‘cause how you find out your man cheating on you and still go to work the next day?” brina cackled in your ear.

“you right, you right,” you hummed, switching to your lip liner, tilting your head to get the angle just right. “i woulda been in shambles.”

chris leaned against the bathroom doorway, watching you, his hand casually tucked into his sweats. his gaze dragged over you, down the curve of your waist, the way your dress hugged your ass, the way your gold anklet glinted under the bathroom lights.

“where you goin’ lookin’ all sexy?” he rasped, voice thick with that familiar, lazy drawl.

you caught his reflection in the mirror, rolling your eyes when you saw him standing there. “work, chris. like i do every night.”

he pushed off the doorframe, stepping into the bathroom, the scent of his cologne and faint traces of weed following him. his chest pressed up against your back, broad and warm, trapping you between him and the counter.

his glock wasn’t the only thing pressing into you.

“how many times i gotta tell you to put that shit on the counter?” you sighed, eyes flicking down, catching the imprint in his sweats—and the heavy outline of the piece he always kept tucked.

chris smirked, dipping his head down, lips grazing your bare shoulder. “thought you liked it when i kept it on me.”

you shivered—you hated that he was right. but what he did outside your crib had nothing to do with you, and you wanted no parts of it.

he let his hands fall to your hips, gripping them, thumbs rubbing slow circles against the fabric of your dress. “you ever learn to aim it?”

you scoffed, fixing your lip liner before pressing your gloss over it. “i don’t need to learn ‘cause i mind my business.”

chris sucked his teeth, shaking his head. “see, that’s why yo ass gon’ be unprepared if some shit ever pop off.” before you could respond, he pulled the piece out, grabbing your hand. “c’mere.”

“chris, no—”

“yes.” he ignored your half-assed protests, flipping your hand over so he could press the cold metal into your palm. his hand covered yours, steady, strong, guiding your fingers into place.

you swallowed, feeling the weight of it—solid, heavy, dangerous. your stomach flipped, thighs clenching slightly.

“keep your wrist firm,” he murmured, voice dropping to that low, low guidance tone, the one that always made your breath hitch. “you feel that? finger off the trigger ‘til you ready.”

your breath was coming a little faster now, and chris noticed. his jaw ticked, eyes dark as he watched you—watched the way your lip parted, the way your lashes fluttered.

“you payin’ attention?”

“mhm,” you hummed, voice airy, distracted by the way his chest felt against your back, by the warmth of his breath against your ear.

chris narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. “aw hell nah. your ass gettin’ turned on.”

“shut up.”

his grip on your hand tightened. “hold it right,” he muttered, guiding your aim, his voice thick with irritation. not ‘cause you weren’t taking it seriously—but because you looked too good like this.

his girl. his gun.

his problem.

@ SOSASTURNS

sosa’s note: don’t ask where that dumbass baby pink color title at. my fawkin ipad dead n im tired. one.

[zlut4rina]

Imy♡

Storyline: Working overnight at a busy office job wasn't everyone's cup of tea, especially not your clingy girlfriends.

Pairings: Student!Ning x Businesswoman!reader

Warnings: public sex, phone sex, dirty talk (ithink)

Note: Both are 18+, obviously, ik I said I was making ning fluff, which I am obviously, but i wanted to make it two parts, and this just came to mind for part 1. Sorre

Word count: 2k (pretty short, idk how you could make 5k+ with just phone sex 😭)

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You hated your job. It was one of the most insufferable places on earth. But the money was good, you needed the money. You weren’t struggling to pay rent or for food. You were actually quite ahead on your bills. The reason being was because of this job, also with the help of your pretty roommate. After the fallout between you guys and a mutual friend, she was kicked out of their house. So you decided to take her in, of course. Unlike you, she was tight on money but somehow still managed to stay in her uni without problem. Ever since then, you two have been living together, then long after you bloomed a relationship with her. She was now your girlfriend of one year and three months, and you couldn’t be happier.

Present time

While finishing up a few papers left by your boss, you noticed some unopened emails on your screen. When opening them, you see at least 5 different request sent to you by a few employers and your boss. You sigh in annoyance, having a feeling you’re going to be here a bit longer than planned. Scrolling through your inbox, skimming through everything, you finally click one and start working. That’s when a coworker walks up to you, leaning on your wall divider. “How long you plan on being here, I thought only six of us had the night shift.” His question sounded genuine with concern in his voice, looking around the office as if scanning to make sure his count was right. “Seven is an odd number y’know” he lets out a stupid chuckle, one you’ve hated for so long. Looking up at him, taking you from your concentration, you spoke. “I have extra work I need to get done. Maybe I’ll be promoted, who knows. Doubt you would.” The last remark was snarky. You gave him a sarcastic smile, turning back to your work. The man left with a scoff, not before whipping a few papers off your desk, scrambling them in the process. You clicked your teeth at this. It wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t something you weren’t used to by now.

Continuing your work, already done with three of the assignments listed to you, your phone rang. Feeling the buzz on your thigh, you take it out, to your realization it was your girlfriend. You turn your head to the bottom corner of your computer screen to check the time. Seeing it was two hours past when you’d usually be home, a bit of sadness washed over you. Picking up the phone, you put it to your ear. “Hey baby, sorry I’m not home yet. I’ve got extra work I’ve gotta get done.” You spoke quietly into the speaker of your phone. Not to draw attention to yourself, your coworkers were all across the room, some just a row behind you. “It’s fine. I was just worried, is all” your girlfriend said, shuffling in bed, to get comfortable. “How long till you can come home, I miss you” she said in a whiny tone, her voice a bit hoarse due to being tired. She must’ve just woken up, you thought to yourself before answering her. “A while, baby, not too long, though. Don’t miss me too much, cutie.” You chuckled a bit as you spoke, earning a playful whine from the other side of the phone. “Hey I’m gonna connect my headphones so I can finish this work, okay, cutie?” The other girl responded in a hum as you pulled out your airpods and connected them to your phone. I'm sitting right next to your keyboard as you get back to work.

Half an hour had passed with you giggling and snickering at your phone. Finishing some more work, the other end of the call was a bit silent sometimes. She didn’t answer you with words mostly with hums or a few “uh huh’s” there wasn’t a problem in that at all, she was probably sleepy I mean its way passed 10 so of course she’s a bit less talkative. “I miss you” suddenly the other side of the phone spoke. Your eyes widened a bit, taking you out of your trance, and the corner of your lips formed a small grin. “I wish you were here right now” your girlfriend spoke in a soft tone. Barley able to hear her. “Me too, baby. I hope you're keeping the bed warm for me when I get home.” You let out a soft chuckle as she giggled quietly. Once again, you heard shuffling through the phone her sighs we slightly audible too. “Are you sleepy?” You asked after the other end went silent. It took a while to gain a response from her. “No, I can’t sleep, not yet” You laughed a bit at her words. Between the two of you, Ning was very clingy she held onto you like a lost puppy. You two were always together. She would even follow you to the bathroom sometimes. She loved being your little spoon, too, anytime you two cuddled. “You should sleep, love, I won’t be home till maybe around one in the morning” saying this caused you to frown. You really wanted to be in bed right now. Holding your favorite girl, planting sweet, soft kisses on her. But no, you just HAD to notice those emails. “I tried, I need you here, holding me. Your arms wrapped around me, I need you.” Hearing her voice, she sounded so needy, desperate. She really did need you, especially at this very moment.

“I miss you too. I can’t stand being away from you for this long. I haven’t kissed you in forever.” You whined out quietly. It really has been long, seeing as two of your coworkers have already left and headed home. “There’s a lot you haven’t done to me in a while …” the other side spoke, catching you off guard. You froze. Ruffling and strange movements were heard from your phone. It lasted a while, too. Coming to your senses, you finally connected a few dots “Like what baby” you asked in a mocking tone, smiling to yourself as well. “I think you know” her voice was husky, yet her words flew out smoothly. “Hmm I’m not sure. Maybe you could refresh my memory?” You teasingly asked her, your smiling becoming a bit bigger. “Fuck why can’t you just get here already ..” She let out a sharp sigh as she spoke. You giggled at her words, she really does miss you huh “So impatient baby, hmm I wonder what would I be greeted with if I were there right now.” You leaned back in your chair, you felt a bit cocky in this moment crossing your arms behind your head. “Your very needy, wet, horny and spread girlfriend that’s what” you could hear her soft sighs and whines through your headphones. It was a bit too quiet for your liking so you turned your volume up. “That’s a sight to see y’know, fuck I’d love to be there right now and ruin you. I bet that’s what you want huh, my fingers deep inside your aching pussy” a few moans were heard along with a few wet sounds from her fingering her pussy. “Your so disgusting, touching yourself at this hour, begging to be fucked senseless”

Giggling to yourself in the moment you check your surroundings, seeing nobody is paying you any mind you continue to focus in your desperate lover. “I bet you can’t wait for me to get home. Can’t wait for me to fucking ruin that pretty body of yours.” You bit your lip at the thought of it, sighing to yourself. Your girlfriends’ moans were getting louder, you heard a soft thud as your girlfriend placed her phone down beside her. “Fuck, I need you so bad right now!” Ning wasn’t really the time to vocalize her needs like this, she was quieter and let her body do most the talking when it came to sex between you two. Seeing this side if her changed something in you. You had to get this side out of her more often. “I can’t really hear you that well though baby, doesn’t sound like you miss me that much.” You tease her tilting your head placing your chin in your hands, staring at your computer screen. Imagining what she looks like right now. “You wanna hear how bad I need you, yea?” She took her phone in hand and turned her camera on. The camera facing the ceiling, before she slowly brought it down to her milky fingers going in and out of her drenched pussy. You could only stare at your screen, has she lost her mind ? This isn’t the same girl a few hours ago. This isn’t the same girl you gave breakfast in bed to earlier. Snapping you out of your thought, she moved her camera in all angles giving you the greatest views of her soaking wet body. “Fuck baby, see? See how bad I need you right now, you’re telling me work is more important than pleasing this?” her voice became higher in pitch the more she went on, bucking her hips into her hand. So desperate for more, so desperate for you.

The sound of her moans and the way her body moved into her hand was driving you crazy. That should be you. You should be the one pleasing her right now. Except you're stuck here watching your pretty girl work for her orgasm. Licking you’re lips at the sight, your hand slowly went down to your pants, unbutton them swiftly. Looking around the office for any wandering eyes. Your hands slipped down to your soaking panties circling your clit slowly. A soft sigh left your lips as you closed your eyes gently. Your motion on yourself fastening, closing your legs ever so slightly due to the feeling rushing inside you. “Baby ..” you whispered head falling down, biting your lip a little. Roughly enough to leave a mark. Moving from your panties you put your hand inside playing with your wet fold. Slowly teasing your entrance, moving your fingers in and out, but not the full length of them. Your girlfriends’ moans were louder than before the camera shaking, hips bucking up and down. Her tiny whines and quiet curses driving you nuts. “You close baby?” you asked working your fingers in yourself. “mhm …” She answered her voice whiney and needy. Flipping the camera she faced it to her exposed chest, cupping one breast and playing with her nipple. Of course taking her hand away from her heat upset her a bit, but she knew you loved seeing her touch herself. Just for you and nobody else. “So pretty baby, you look so good. Fuck I wish I was there to taste you” your words making her whine and bite her lip, putting her fingers back into her soaking wet pussy. “I wanna feel your tongue deep inside me, taste how good you make me feel.” You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, and honestly you didn’t care if anyone heard. Your too focused on the beautiful piece of art in front of you to care.

Your pace with your fingers quickened inside you, spreading your legs a little wider for easier access. Biting your lip to conceal your moans, you threw your head back against the head of your chair. Phone in one hand and the other in your pants. You could feel your climax reaching near. You could tell she was close too with the way her body was moving and how fast her hand had gotten. “You better cum baby, just for me, ruin those sheets” you gritted your teeth together and you felt closer and closer to the edge having forgotten all about your work, the time, and if the people around you were aware of your little situation. “Fuck baby I’m so close, I wanna cum in your mouth all over your face.” Her words sent you over the edge cumming all over your hands and in your pants. You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t look away from her perfect body and how it reacted to finally releasing all that built up tension in her code. She let out high pitched moans and cute whines as she came, not stopping after wetting her fingers she played with her clit a little more. The fast circles she was rubbing on herself made her squirt all over the bed her camera catching all of it. Her body squirmed at the pleasure and release. The call was almost quiet, all that could be heard was the heavy breaths your girlfriend was taking. Her small gasp and her little whimpers. You watched all this go down, finally growing tired of waiting you buttoned your pants up and packed your things to head out and head home to your girlfriend. “Fuck, hurry home, okay? I miss you” your girlfriend said before ending the call.

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[oopsiedaisydeer]

ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ… ᴀ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

emotional tension, social anxiety, one-sided attraction?, unresolved tension, self-doubt, slow burn, angst, texting, fluff, coming-of-age, friends to lovers?

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡, 𝘧𝘵. 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘺!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

series masterlist here.

word count - 700ish

The next day felt strange.

You woke up on Saturday morning with a vague sense of something missing, a curiosity nibbling at you that you couldn’t shake. The party was behind you now, but for some reason, Matt’s presence lingered in your thoughts. You tried to push it aside, telling yourself it was just another random conversation. After all, you’d only talked for a few minutes outside the chaos. It was nothing. But still, there was that flutter in your heart that came whenever someone noticed you, even for the briefest of moments.

Sitting in your room, you grabbed your phone, staring at it for a moment. Matt’s contact, which you had only because of your class’s group chat, felt like an opening. You’d never texted him before, but now, with his number in your contacts…

Should you text him? It wasn’t like you had much to say. It wasn’t like anything you had talked about last night invited it, but still, you wanted to. So desperately, you wanted to relive that moment again, how good you had felt, how easy it had been.

Your finger hovered over the keyboard, erasing and rewriting the message until you finally settled on something simple, something casual:

hey, did u actually read that trilogy u were talking about last night or were u just lying to impress me?

You stared at it, reading it over and over. It wasn’t too forward, right? You’d barely spoken before, but to you, last night had been different. Less of a random encounter and more like... something worth holding onto, even if only for the briefest of moments.

With a deep breath, you hit send.

For a few seconds, you almost regretted it. Maybe it was stupid. Maybe it wasn’t even that funny. You threw the phone across the bed, and started putting your laundry away, desperate for something to do. The anxiety, which you had barely been managing to keep at bay, immediately flared up as your phone buzzed almost immediately.

It was Matt.

Ofc I read it. Unlike some people, I am not a poser

You blinked, a small laugh escaping before you could stop it. That wasn’t the response you expected. You could almost hear his teasing tone through the text, that familiar, easygoing confidence in his words.

If you want, I can lend it to you

You smiled to yourself, reading his message. It wasn’t a grand gesture. It wasn’t deep or meaningful. But there was something about the lightheartedness of it all, the ease with which you were texting, that made you feel a little less out of place in the conversation.

u mean I can’t just buy books? gotta step up my game, and actually read them too??

You sent the message, already imagining his reaction. Almost immediately, he responded.

Yep, no posers here I’ll be watching lol

Your heart did a strange little flip. It wasn’t much. It was just texting, just banter. But there was something about the way he messaged you that made it feel... real. Like you were both still in that quiet corner of the porch, talking without all the noise of the party drowning out everything.

You didn’t know where this would go, if anywhere at all. But you knew one thing for sure: this was more than you ever expected.

As you were about to put your phone down, your brain already accepting that that was all you were going to get, another message popped up.

Actually, speaking of that book I could use ur help with something for lit. You free?

Your eyes widened as you read it. He wanted your help? You paused, uncertain how to respond. Was it weird that he was asking you, out of all people? You didn’t know him well, but there was something about his tone that made it feel... normal.

sure !! what do u need help with?

You sent the message quickly, your curiosity piqued.

For a moment, the excitement was almost overwhelming, he was reaching out to you for something more than just a casual chat. You’d been talking about casual things so far, but this felt... different.

No response came.

You waited.

And waited.

Minutes passed. You checked your phone again, hoping. Nothing.

He was probably busy, something else having grabbed his attention. But the longer you stared at the screen, the more you felt the weight of your unanswered message hanging there.

Just as you were about to put the phone down, you saw the three little dots appear, signaling that he was typing.

But then, it stopped.

No new message. Nothing.

thank u rose for the dividers as always <3 @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: im always so scared to post shit i actually really like. anyways hmmmmmm what r our thoughts!! also pls feel more than free to send in asks about these two :>>

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till next time !!!

[viviwah]

CHO SANG-WOO (PLAYER 218) - ONE NIGHT

warnings: f!reader, age difference (20s x 40s), fingering, unprotected sex (creampie)

a/n: sang woo is dangerously attractive, breathe if you agree!

As soon as the voting was finished, the square guard said his goodbyes, speaking on behalf of the other guards as well, the ones who were not allowed to speak for some odd reason. As the guard continued to speak, you tuned it all out, only focusing on leaving this hell hole and going home. What for though? Your life was shit and that’s the whole reason you ended up in a place like this. You, along with majority of the other players, had only made it through one game before deciding that these “games” weren’t your cup of tea at all.

Thanks to the handsome player who was numbered 218, if you remembered correctly, the opportunity to vote was given and the X’s won the vote 101 - 100.

“Ouch!”

You winced in pain as you felt your skin scrape against the concrete. Those stupid guards really had no compassion for others. You weren’t alone though and you realized this after hearing the groans of a man, one who didn’t sound too far away. You could hear the man moving closer, soon feeling the warmth of his body up against yours as his fingers softly grazed against your face and lifted the thin blindfold away from your eyes. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, they dropped down to the man who was now next to you with his wrists and ankles tied together just as yours were. He wasn’t wearing anything but underwear which made you look down at your own body which was covered in nothing but underwear as well.

“They really threw us outside naked..assholes.”

You scoffed as you thought to yourself before suddenly remembering what needed to be done. Your teeth pulled at the rope that tied the mans wrists together and the knot unraveled, freeing his hands. Once his hands were free, he removed the blindfold that covered his own eyes and undid the knot that tied his feet together. He didn’t waste any time and quickly untied the ropes that were tied around your wrists and ankles. Your head lifted and you made eye contact with the man who stood in front you.

Player 218

After he untied you, he hurriedly made his way towards the pile of belongings and you followed him behind him, hurriedly putting your clothes on. You grabbed your phone and tried to turn it on but unfortunately, it was dead. You let out a groan of frustration before turning your attention to the man, player 218, who stood just a few feet away from you.

“Sir, do you know where we are?”, you questioned, hoping for a good answer.

He turned his gaze up from his phone which seemed to be dead as well and eyed the buildings that surrounded the both of you, pushing his glasses up his nose as he did so.

“We’re near Ssangmun-Dong.”, he responded confidently.

“You live far from here?”, you questioned again.

“Not at all actually. What about you?”, he adjusted his glasses once again as he spoke, turning his gaze towards you.

“I live in Ansan.”, you responded, earning a light nod from him.

“What’s your name?”, you questioned for the third time.

“Sang-Woo. Cho Sang-Woo.”, he gave a simple reply.

“I’m (yourname)”, you smiled in his direction.

“I wouldn’t mind if you spent tonight at my place. It seems to be pretty late and I know your cellphone is dead.”, he paused, “I live about a ten minute walk away.”, he gave a faint smile as he explained.

You admired his kindness because there’s no way in HELL you’d ever offer your place to a stranger, especially one who was coming from a place like the one the two of you had just left. You bent slightly, bowing to him.

Surprisingly, you accepted his offer.

Hours had passed since you entered Sang-Woo’s home and those hours were full of laughter and good conversations.

Who knew bonding with a stranger would be so easy?

As the conversations began to die down, an awkward silence took over the room and the sexual tension between the two of you began to rise, that tension quickly became thick enough to be cut with a knife. You cleared your throat awkwardly and Sang-Woo turned in your direction, locking eyes with you. The eye contact that you both shared didn’t last for long since your eyes quickly trailed away from his eyes and down to his lips.

Was it wrong that you wanted to kiss him?

Better Question.

Was it wrong that you wanted to kiss a man who was old enough to be your father?

“If you want to kiss me just do it.”, he spoke calmly as he removed his glasses from his face, setting them down on the glass table that sat in front of the both of you.

“How’d you know I want to kiss you?”, you questioned, dumbfounded.

He gave no reply. Instead, he moved closer to where you were sitting and lifted your head with two fingers. Your eyes softened immediately once they met his. He leaned into you, tracing his soft lips up against your neck and that was more than enough to make your knees weak and your pussy leak. A soft gasp left your mouth as his lips pressed up against your neck, leaving faint kisses. It didn’t take long for him to pull away and once he did, you pulled him into a kiss, one that was deep and passionate. His hands traced up and down your clothed body before gripping your waist softly as the two of you melted under each other’s touch. His grip quickly tightened and he pulled you onto his lap. You smirked against his lips as you felt his cock growing hard underneath your warmth. You pulled away from the kiss, drawing a needy whine from him.

“Someone’s excited.”

You teased, referring to the boner confined in his pants. You then began rocking your hips back and forth lightly which only made him grow harder than he was before. His grip on your waist tightened once again as he lowered you down onto his clothed cock. You wanted him so bad. You needed him and the feeling was mutual. He pulled you in for another kiss and this time, the kiss was turned into a rough, sweaty, make out session. He pulled away, smirking as he grabbed onto your waist once again and lifted you as he stood up. He carried you like a groom would cary his bride as he made his way towards the bedroom. Once you were there, he threw you into the bed roughly and removed his shirt as quick as he could, throwing it without a care in the world. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching him from your position on the bed.

“Take those off.”, he commanded, voice deep and full of lust.

You simply complied with his command and removed your pants.

“Such a good girl..”, he mumbled underneath his breath and began rubbing your clit through your panties, eyeing you sensually as he did so.

It didn’t take long for you to become a moaning mess underneath his touch. Your lip slid between your teeth and you bit down, attempting to hold back any moans that dared to fall out. His movements suddenly stopped and your face quickly dropped into a frown.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Let it all out.”, he leaned towards you as he whispered, continuing his movements on your clit and using his other hand to unclasp your bra. He stopped once again, this time to pull your panties down. He let out a soft groan as he eyed your bare pussy that was now dripping wet for him.

“Should I put them inside of you?”, he questioned in a low voice that made you quiver as his hands traced along your thighs.

You nodded rapidly, back arching slightly as you did so, growing needy by the second.

“Use your words.”, he muttered angrily and lifted his hand, sending a harsh slap onto your bare thigh.

“Yes, please.”, you cooed, leaning your head back.

He smirked and ran his fingers along the slit of your pussy, slowly sliding his fingers inside of you.

“You’re so wet for me.”, he kissed your inner thighs as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you.

You gasped as his fingers grazed your cervix.

“Sang-Woo…”, you moaned as his palm came in contact with your aching clit due to his fingers being as deep as they possibly could be inside of you.

“Hm?”, he hummed quietly, watching as you squirmed underneath him.

“I’m going to..cum.”, you admitted, slightly embarrassed.

“Cum for me, princess.”, he smirked before fastening his pace.

Your pussy gushed and tightened around his fingers as a result of his fastened pace. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you covered his fingers with your sweet, slick, juices. His fingers slowly slid slowly slid out of your pussy, and once they did he licked them clean.

“You taste so fucking good.”, he groaned.

Sang-Woo joined you in the bed and you watched as he unbuckled his belt and slid his boxers and pants off in one movement. His cock sprang up, hitting his lower abdomen and you almost drooled at the sight, watching as precum leaked from his tip. You didn’t waste any time and immediately straddled his hips while holding his cock in your hand and aligning it with your pussy that was still dripping wet and leaking juices from your previous orgasm. His hands grabbed onto your waist and he pushed you down, forcing himself inside of you. A loud gasp left your mouth as his cock filled you up and thrusted into you without giving you time to adjust to the size. His hands tightened around your waist as he bucked his hips up into you, thrusting at an inhumane pace. His head leaned back onto headboard as he groaned in pleasure. You grabbed onto his shoulders for support as you began bouncing up and down on his cock without a care for anything else in the world.

“You..feel so good inside of me.”, you breathed out, looking into his eyes as you spoke.

“And you feel so good around me, baby.”

His hands made their onto your hips, guiding you back and forth at a pace that was way slower than the one before. He leaned his head back as he let out a loud groan, one that didn’t sound like the ones he’d let out before. His grip on your hips tightened as his cock twitched inside of you, soon coating your walls with his cum.

Who knew all of this would happen in one night?

[paci-papa]

You blushed as you walked in the room and saw what Papa put on the couch.

"Yes, baby," Papa said, "It's a puppy pad. Don't look so shocked! Since you refuse to wear a diaper because your friends are coming over for movie night, Papa has to do something to protect the furniture!"

You start to protest.

"Nuh uh, I won't hear it," Papa cuts you off, "Remember last time I let you on the furniture unpeotected?"

You immediately stop talking as a blush blossoms across your face. Papa had to get a new couch after that incident.

"So, if I wear a diaper, I won't have to sit on a puppy pad?" You ask, changing tactics.

Sure, wearing a diaper would be embarrassing, but you could hide it under your clothes. That puppy pad however...

"Yes, of course," Papa responded smiling, "Do you want to go get changed?"

*** * *** * *** * *** * *** * ***

Two hours later you sat nervously on the couch. A large blanket was draped over your lower half, hiding the thick diaper underneath from your friends.

It just wasn't fair! When you'd agreed to wear a diaper, you assumed that Papa was going to let you wear at least pajama pants over it!

But, no! Papa's rules on diapers remaining uncovered in the house held, even with friends over. You just hoped yours didn't think it was odd you never moved from the couch.

Your hope of not being caught by your friends fled completely when an ominous rumble echoed through your belly.

No, not now! You thought as your bowels began to cramp.

Unable to run from the room or hide without revealing your infantile undergarment, all you could do was sit there and grunt as quietly as possible, dreaming that no one noticed the smell as you filled your pants.

It didn't take long for your friends to start complaining.

Papa just smiled knowingly as he walked to a nearby cabinet and pulled out your changing supplies.

"I know that smell! Seems like someone needs their diaper changed!" He said, ripping the blanket off of you and revealing the ridiculous and messy AB/DL diaper underneath.

As you laid on the floor, covering your beet red face with your hands as Papa changed your diaper, and your former best friends looked on laughing, you berated yourself.

Why did you ever think you could hide this from anyone? How had you diluted yourself so far?

This is what you were now: Papa's big stinky baby.

[gayofthefae]

I just realized the two times I know of that they've let Finn improvise are blank makes you crazy and the ily speech

aka

Two times that it feels more natural to improvise because Mike is actually grasping at straws.

In the first, he is chickening out and finding ways to stall. In the second, he's honestly doing a version of the same thing, just with higher stakes. I would place money that Mike did not expect to have to keep talking that long - that's why he started with the biggest thing. There are lots of pauses in that monologue, he's pulling things out of thin air.

With Will, it was easier because he had a single story to tell in its entirety then he was done. He could elaborate on details, but it was one story intended.

With El, he intended the "I love you". It didn't work. He doesn't tell a story of how he loves, he lists things. He goes bullet by bullet down the list responding to things she said and that will told him she said. It is a list. Because every bullet point, he hopes that he won't have to keep going, that she'll wake up and it'll work.

The scene in the van was not, for either of them, improvised in any way because that scene was fully honest. Mike's thoughts were coherently flowing out of him as he vented and Will's he had been sitting on.

As I say that, the implication of that? Mike had not been sitting on his. To put it colloquially, he was pulling it out of his ass. On the spot. He did not prepare that. (which further supports my idea that that isn't what he was going to say in the pineapple pizza scene).

In 3x07, Mike panicked because he didn't have an out and listed things: it makes you crazy, old people say it

In 4x09, Mike panicked because he had not prepared anything because he had no intention to say this to her and had to fillibuster what was intended as a three word phrase and instead listed things: I love you, I'm not scared of you, I'm scared you won't need me, I don't know how to live without you, my life started when we met, I love you on your good and bad days, I love you with or without your powers, I can't lose you, you can do anything

I mean, the end there is just him getting desperate. He's just listing synonyms. "You can do anything, Fly, move mountains" "good days/bad days, powers/no powers, exactly as you are". He's being honest in his belief in her, but he's also stretching it wording-wise so she feels like the support is continuous - so she feels like this was prepared in some way. Like he sat on it.

They allowed him to improvise because the energy of improv is not knowing what comes next. They allowed him to improvise because, despite this being his supposed intention for days, he did not prepare anything.

[shkika]

Hello, I just found your VV1 au and I love it!!!!! Anyway, V2 was the one that built them into VV1 correct? Well, how would react either of them react in the event of one of them being disconnected. By that I mean, one of them being disconnected from the body or the other unit or whatever.

V2 was the one who combined them yes! Made to be a machine of peace, it actually had the gentle dexterity needed for a literal surgery.

V1 also had plenty of issues with movement anyway due to being previously taken appart. Aside just-never being made to be able of gentleness in the first place.

BUT-! As to what would happen- it depends. If it’s during battle. Let’s say Gabriel stabs it through the head and gets to only ONE of the brains and kills one.

W1 (or what remains) would stop getting answers to it’s constant requests to move and it’d kind of flop limply down. The remaining brain CAN control the body on it’s own, but it’d be too busy trying to get an answer from the other one for a considerable bit. Each request for the other to respond would get more and more desperate until it falls into distress and starts screaming.

It really won’t be too hard to finish off, because the initial shock of it’s own head being silent would leave it vulnerable for a while.

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OH BUT- something fun I also thought about. Putting on our labcoats for a moment and doing wacky experiments on this thang.

If you were to somehow put W1 to sleep and then seperate the two brains into two bodies. You can put them in view of each other and have them wake up and the scene would be kind of silly.

The initial distress is there, but seeing the other would end up in them confusedly waddling up to each other and *almost immediately* begin tearing each other to pices and parts (with care) so they can reassemble.

Like wow inconvinient I hate this. I want to be myself.

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

An attempt to express my thoughts about today.

(under the cut because it's long)

Well, I'm still speechless. I keep thinking about what word best describes how I feel after this fiasco (and that may be the understatement of the century), but I'm not sure that there is a suitable word for it. Which even begins to describe what I feel. Anger, even rage, disgust, humiliation, ... none of them feel like they even begin to describe what this feels like.

Today is one of the darkest, most shameful, most pathetic and most disgraceful days in American history. And somehow in the world, too. The sad thing is that, considering current developments and today, it cannot be ruled out that even darker days may follow. NEVER before have the walls of the White House been defiled with such audacity and impudence as they were today - and these walls have seen and experienced a lot. And I'm not talking about, like Trump says, Ze's actions. But about what Trump, Vance and their minions did today. A democratically elected leader of a country is sitting there, a country that has been courageously trying to defend itself and survive in a genocidal war of aggression for years. And he has to put up with insults and being shouted at, with humiliation and degradation, is showered with propaganda and then thrown out on the street like a dog. A man who has been going through hell in both his work and private life for three years and every day, who is traumatised beyond belief and has basically given up his whole life and everything and makes sacrifices every day. A man who sacrifices himself for his country to the very last bit of himself. And does all this not out of greed or a craving for recognition or because he wants to go down in history as the greatest, but because he is a man of honesty and integrity, of morality and humanity, of characer and deceny and because he deeply believes in what he stands for and fights for. He believes in his country and its people. He believes in democracy, freedom, sovereignty, peace.

And then there is Trump, who could hardly be a more despicable and odious person. And he has the audacity to treat Ze like that. They deliberately let him walk into a trap and then, in front of the entire world, they tried to take him down like the worst kind of schoolyard bully. And they did it in a language that he, mind you, doesn't even speak perfectly.

If I were Ze, I wouldn't have had even 10% of the patience and composure that he showed in that situation. I would be dead right now because the Secret Service would have shot me for punching those two assholes.

Ze responded to the absolutely insane, completely unjustified, shameful and deliberately destructive attack with admirable restraint. He tried to explain, he remained human, he tried to focus on the matter at hand, to stick to the topic. He is the strongest person in the world for having endured this whole shit show with absolutely unique self-control, without punching them.

Ze travelled to Washington, into the lion's den, with honest intentions and a firm interest and desire for cooperation, partnership, future and peace. Not Ze betrayed Ukraine today. Not even in the slightest. Today, Ukraine was betrayed by America, definitively and somehow unsurprisingly.

And it was right that Ze did not just sit there silently, nodding and smiling obediently. Ze is not a small child who has misbehaved and is now being scolded in front of the adults and has to accept it.

He remained steadfast and firm. As he should be. He did not back down. He did not allow them to intimidate him. He did not allow them to bully him. And by doing all of this, he did not allow them to bully Ukraine either. He stood his ground like he always stood his ground - on the day, when they told him to flee and form an exile government. During every hard moment in the past three years. And now. And he showed very clearly that he will NEVER allow Russia or the US or anyone that he gets pressured into surrendering Ukraine or giving up on his country or betraying it.

As much as I understand the fear that is now in the air and the big question of ‘what will happen next?’ - both of which I also feel. Of course I am now just as concerned and anxious as everyone else about whether we have seen the end of Ukraine today. But I REFUSE to give up hope. I refuse to give Putin and Trump and Vance and Elon the satisfaction of simply giving up and having no hope. Ukraine has surprised the world so often and turned seemingly hopeless situations in its favour. What they need more than ever is the whole world standing behind them and supporting them and not giving up hope.

Ze's reaction was absolutely right and if there is one person here who cannot be accused of ANY wrongdoing - neither today nor in the last few weeks and since Trump took office - it is Ze. He deserves all the respect in the world for fighting back and not surrendering. Trump and his assholes were NEVER interested in doing anything for or in the interests of Ukraine. That was a tender shoot of hope and a beautiful pipe dream, but far too many people have forgotten what kind of person Trump is. And what he has already done in the past. He withheld important support. He constantly spoke badly about Ukraine. He considers Putin a genius and has the best relations with him. We KNOW that Russia has bought him and that Trump is a Russian agent and that he has so many dead bodies in his cellar that you could fill entire cemeteries with them.

In summary, let me say: the day will go down in history. Just very differently than it should have been.

Today could have been a historic day, with the US taking a new powerful position in world history, standing up to Russia and creating a unique peace that would benefit Europe and the whole world for decades to come.

Instead, it has become one of the darkest days and chapters in American history.

A US president, a US vice president and their team have unjustifiably and in an unprecedented, shameful and disgraceful manner attacked the democratic leader of a country at war in front of the assembled world press and sided with a terrorist state and a dictator.

The world must support Ukraine. Ukraine MUST win. Ukraine must achieve a JUST peace, including ALL its territories. Otherwise, what we have seen today will merely be a harbinger of what is to come for us all in the future.