#i know the jacket isnt correct

[cube-cumb3r]

14th doctors costume is interesting.

it's making a lot of obvious nods to 10s costume, it's especially reminiscent of the blue suit and brown coat combo, but now with the colors inverted. which also works bc it leaves him with a brown suit, and the brown suit is his most iconic look. and obviously it's patterned but instead of light blue stripes its like... gingham? is that the name?

but w all the nods to 10s costume, it has little in common with what actually make 10s costume distinctive and unique. 10s costume most distinctive aspect is how shabby it looks, it's ill-fitting, the fabric is thin and cheap, and instead of looking timeless it looks both dated and too modern at the same time.

meanwhile 14s costume is a lot more "proper", the fabric looks way less cheap and has a lot more texture. it's not fitted but it's definitely not as remarkably ill-fitting as 10s costume. and the shirt is buttoned up all the way, and his tie is tied properly and everything. and it's interesting too, because they're definitely still going for "shabby", but the converse and stupid hair and weirdly buttoned vest has to do all the heavy lifting.

so the resulting costume is just for the most part less interesting? the only notable aspect of it is that it's a remix of the 10th doctor. if there was no 10th doctor there'd be very little to say about it, there's little that stands out among the lineup of other doctor outfits it just seems like fairly regular menswear for the most part. says very little about 14 himself.

i think the one interesting part about it is the vest. he doesn't actually wear the coat a lot of the time and having a vest instead of a jacket with sleeves, he just ends up giving the impression of being more vulnerable and naked and smaller, which actually does say something about 14.

[marlair]

Hi, there! :D

First time making a request here (I hope I do it right) so since I saw that requests are open I would like to make my own, here I go:

Type: Fic (Romantic)

Reader Female but Neutral it's okay 👍

Scenary: Silver has a stressful and bad week: (he falls asleep more often in class, fails in his training, etc.) So he grabs his partner (on a day off) to de-stress, he starts kissing his partner with very long, needy kisses. .💕💐

Maybe it ends up being a slightly suggestive coff coff (I'll leave it to your preference)👍

i have the headcanon that Silver is addicted to kisses so if he needs to de-stress. Needs A LOT of kisses.💋 If my request does not convince you you, you can discard it without problem, but if not, take your time and without pressurem bye

Silver Vanrouge x G/N!Reader

synopsis: a sour Silver, having went through a bad week, decidedly de-stresses— by kissing his partner.

an: omg hiii- hahAHA. this took.. a while to start writing lol xd ik you said it could be suggestive cough cough but it felt so fluffy HEHE also i took a look at his PE uniform card and he actually has muscles?? expected but dam

the reader is the prefect nd their gender isnt really mentioned anywhere here,, i didnt proofread this so if there are any problems thats why🥹

Silver was tired.

Actually, maybe that was weird to say when he was always tired.

Correction, Silver was stressed.

The week had gone badly: falling asleep more than usual in his classes, training was taking up much more time than usual considering the much more constant failures, Vorpal— Riddle’s preferred horse— had even kicked him! 

Needless to say, all that put him in an.. irrevocably sour mood.

He had gone through the week in a state of already perpetual tiredness- this time alongside a bitterness at his luck for the last few days.

By Saturday, he’s drained of most of his energy at this point, flopping on his bed at the Diasomnia dorm with an unnatural groan.

Suddenly, he received a revelation that could only be from the Great Seven theirselves.

Putting his jacket and shoes on at an average of .2 seconds, he took out his phone and texted the prefect of Ramshackle— his partner (what an exciting thought).

Meet me at the bench under apple tree #4?

Before even waiting for a response, he left for the aforementioned tree.

As expected, the prefect was there.

You honestly didn’t know what to think when your boyfriend suddenly texted you, but you decided to just shrug off any confusion and go to the meet up spot.

What you expected was him waving to you, maybe even with a basket of snacks.

What you didn’t expect was all 176 centimeters of Silver lunging at you, immediately trapping you within muscled arms.

Mwah!

Smooch one, you’re thinking, ‘awh, he’s too sweet!’.

Smooch two, you’re thinking, ‘heh, is he feeling particularly affectionate today?’.

Maybe a minute give or take into smooch five, you’re feeling like ‘uhm??’. But, he was your boyfriend, so you just kissed him back.

In the middle of smooch something— you’ve stopped counting at this point, all of Silver’s weight has fallen on you.

You quickly realize he’s fallen asleep. Ah. You thought maaaybe he was going to take you back to his dorm.

[gamblersdoll]

PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER..5

cw: leading to angst, talks of intimacy.

“cmon ma, dont be that way.” he said, folding his arms and pouted for a quick second. “red is your color!”

“i know, its just dont feel like dressing fancy today, kin.” you said, folding your own arms. it was just his club, so no true reason to get all dolled up. he chuckled, putting his hands on your hips and kissing your head.

“coulda just said that, babydoll. you wanna be comfy then dress comfy, you still sexy as shit.” he said, rubbing your waist and hips. “you havent talked to that little boy recently huh?”

“nope, hes mad about me kickin him out for causing a scene.” you said, throwing on one of his shirts, obviously too big on you.

“does he know i blew bubbles on your pussy after he left?” he asked in your ear, taking a slight nibble. you shook your head no, clit almost throbbing from the recollection of your intimacy. “can smell your pretty pussy drippin’..”

“kinji!” you squealed, getting out of his grip and giggling. “we have to go!” you chuckled, fixing your sweats.

days at his club were somewhat fun and quiet. yeah sure, he would watch a boxing match or look over the scenery of his club, but they had noise canceling walls. you found that out when he had you bent over the couch and plowing into you and no one heard a thing- nor saw it.

and what hakari would do is always have a hand on your hip, kissing up and down your neck as he sat next to you and watch the fight, always but some winning bets he placed. however the room was cool, hakari hated being cold so he wore the thickest jacket so itd give him added on fever. but you hated heat, didnt mix well with it, so he has the AC on sixty nine for you.

“so whered your lil boytoy run off to?” he said, taking a swig at his drink. you shrugged then dropped your shoulders, not hearing from him since that very day, almost four days ago. “oh well.” watching his bet win the fight, winning the bet of at least twenty grand.

you would call it a good day without having to deal with sinji and just at peace. but things were always short lived.

New message!

“come home. we need to talk.”

and talks with sinji were never good. always a shouting match, so you mentally braced yourself. upon opening the door, there was sinji. just sitting, like he always did. hopefully when he did die they would lay him on his stomach to give his ass a break.

hakari helped himself to your home, he was obviously welcomed.

“i dont see why you brought… him.” sinji said, almost disgusted that you brought hakari. “and you cant even kiss me now?”

“not after last time, what you want?” you asked folding your arms. you were already inpatient, wanting this over with and tapping your foot.

“you know how we have that joint account, right?” you raised an eyebrow, along with hakari. hakari knew you dont share accounts, so why now? obviously this punk ass obviously made you do it, which made his blood boil.

“yeah? the one you made us get even though i didnt want to.” you said snarky. you saw sinji’s jaw clench, but it was short lived and pressed about it. “what about it?”

“you either spent twenty grand or someone has your information. and you can check my account too, i dont have anything.” he said, handing you his phone. you checked yours, him being correct and seeing that your saving of twenty grand had been taken out.

you felt your heart drop, pacing back and forth with phone in hand and borderline panicking. hakari tried to console you, yet to no avail.

“i would suggest checking that.. gamblers phone.” sinji said, pointing at him and then looking at you then him. “he should be the first person you ask, since it isnt his first rodeo.”

had hakari been one on one with sinji, if looks could kill, if he could strangle sinji to death, he would. because who the fuck was he accusing?

one thing hakari noticed was when you were frantic, panicking or just not even okay, you were easy to talk into things. a flaw you had, that unfortunately sinji took advantage of. the difference between them? hakari knew how to calm you. a nice bath, hed treat you to whatever sweet shit you wanted, made- no, demanded you to feel like a princess and order him what to do, would talk to you so sweetly and be at your leisure. as for sinji, hed coerce you to do things that can fuck anything up, and hakari could see that shit from next year.

“check his phone, girl.” sinji said, and then hakari rolled his eyes and handed you his phone. you reluctantly took it, knowingly that he couldnt have taken it, he was with you the whole time! and he was getting better… right? he did.

“passcode is yer’ birthday, mama.” he said, taking a swig at his water. he should be drinking a beer, because itll ease him up after beating this bitch of a boy to even think that he had even done it.

you had been wrong, you thought he had grown up. that feeling of when you are shaking because you dont know what youll find, and when you find exactly what you hope not to, your heart sinks. you feel clammy, you feel so sick, trust and honor being so broken because you had such high hopes for him. and hakari had caught on, knowing that look. hakari rushed over, snatching his phone and gawking at it, face scrunched up and dumbfounded.

“… you stole twenty fucking grand from me, kinji?”

[ella-ashmore]

hello chat. as halloween is this week, welcome to my objectively correct casting of hatchetfields rocky horror picture show midnight screening shadow cast. under the cut because it is long

of course, the man the myth the legend, frank-n-furter is professor hidgens. rocky horror is one of the few musicals he can stand and is in fact the one that got him into them in the first place. he organizes the yearly screenings

brad and janet are bill and emma. because i say so. similarly, because i want him to be, ted is rocky. all three of them are bisexual, bill likes musicals, emma just smokes weed and has fun, ted likes wearing the gold short-shorts. paul was another option for brad but was quickly taken from the pool because, as we all know, he hates musicals. bill is very nervous at first but i think after his first few screenings he gets into it and starts having fun. emma handles the virgin games too

magenta and riff raff are alice and deb <3 because they are <3 alice handles the prop bags and socials and does a bunch of fun promo stuff for it, debs just there to also smoke weed and have fun. theyre very extra about the arm thing specifically. alice was really encouraging when her dad joined the group to fill brads spot she thinks its a good way for him to get out of his shell

columbia and eddie are ethan and lex !!!! or lex and ethan. both work for either role. personally i like ethan columbia because. ethan alice best friends forever doing the time warp together And lex in ethans jacket. doing lifts with him

the criminologist is ruth and dr scott is max. its one of the few times ruth isnt an anxious mess on stage because the lines are being fed to her right from the screen. they got close after his near death experience and she dragged him out to audition as soon as possible because she knowsssss hes a theatre kid at heart

brenda does photography for them, steph does everyones makeup, caitlyn handles the merch table + fixing any costume malfunctions, ziggy does fun lights that match up with the lightning and other stuff, and all four of them help clean up afterwards

thoughts? opinions perhaps?

[dballzposting]

Sorry I'm posting this video a third time.

This was such an awesome way to introduce them in DBS and I'm not just saying that becasue of Mr Satan's cherry red jacket.

It sets so many things straight for those of us who may have assumed that things were peaceful and rational between them ...

Buu is walking around a dark house and he's fuckingggg hungry and he doesnt know how to find his own food in that huge house so he just stalks around until he finds Mr Satan?

He THROWS the door open unflinchingly into a room of bright lights and cameras and a large audience. Not an uncommon sight and he doesnt care at all.

Buu does not see the significance of this. You may think that by now he might; that he knows of Mr Satan's hobby to appear in front of large groups of people and look nice and tell lies. But he doesn't. This is kind of Mr Satan's whole thing but it means absolutely nothing to Buu.

Most things mean nothing to Buu. He;s fucking hungry

Has Mr Satan ever tried to explain this to Buu?? "Hey when you see the cameras and the people, please just stay out of it"? Did it just not work? Maybe it just made no sense and meant nothing to Buu so Buu just discarded it.

Mr Satan scrambles to cook up a lie in front of everyone. It's a complete falsehood but to Buu standing there it's true enough. Buu would think that something just ~12% true would be true enough becasue he doesnt care. 0% true is true enough becasue he doesnt care AT ALL. He's fucking hungry

Mr Satan is banking on Buu to not deny or correct his story. This is reliable becasue Buu really isn't a stickler for those sorts of truths. The only truth he cares about is how he is feeling NOW as in RIGHT NOW. Fuck yesterday. Fuck a few years ago. Mr Satan can spin any story he wants. And it's not becasue Mr Satan and Buu have had conversations about how important it is that Mr Satan maintain this reputation. They've never talked about that. Mr Satan can say whatever he wants becasue Buu no care.

Mr Satan has to face off with Majin Buu and have a glaring contest. Mr Satan is hoping SO BAD that Buu will just do as he's told, but Buu JUST SAID that Buu hungry and that takes priority clearly. Fuck the audience fuck the cameras fuck what Mr Satan is saying fuck the tremble in Mr Satan's spine. Fuck everything it is like ants and pebbles to Buu. Buu hungry

Buu understands a NO when he hears it but he does not understand WHY and he does not stop being mad. He pushes back until he sees that Mr Satan isn't gonna back down, and at that point he blows steam out of his head to dispel his aggression enough to be able to disengage and turn around and leave. But he's still pissed. Buu stomps away and pauses at the doorway to glare over his shoulder. Fuck Mr Satan. Buu hungry. Buu go be hungry somewhere else.

Buu doesnt turn everyone to chocolate becasue Buu likes to be joyous and play games and presumably he understands now that causing misery and pain is only fun to him, and that makes it less fun overall. But he's fucking hungry. So he mostly just didnt do it becasue he has promised previously not to kill and eat people. Which is sort of arbitrary. You know what isnt arbitrary? BUU HUNGRY. He literally goes into the next room and sits down and crosses his arms about it.

THE WAY THAT MR SATAN SCUTTLES BACK WHEN BUU BLOWS STEAM ?!?? Like he's still afraid of him !?!?!?!?! Perhaps Buu is just SCARY but that doesnt mean that MR SATAN should feel scared. But I feel like Mr Satan's spine is synthetic and he has no real inner iron, and especially after the events he's lived through, his nervous system is just shot. Like many traumatized people he is able to continue on sheer force and denial but he's just so fuuucked . He is jumpy and easy to frighten. He's always kind of been that way and TBH it's kept him safe and out of danger. But he's never felt REAL strength or security or comfort. He's stuck being a scared little boy. He's still scared of Buu

NO ONE READS MR SATAN'S VERY OBVIOUS BODY LANGUAGE ?? ??? MANIACS ! ! ! !! ! !

Mr Satan is such a messssssss he goes to powder his nose & also to pee but really he just had to excuse himself AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE becasue he's scared of Buu and doesnt want him to blow up and he needs to appease him as quickly as possible. It's an exigence that Mr Satan feels. If he didnt go and do that immediately then I feel like it would have just sat in his throat like vomit. He wiould have felt faint and he would have had to go blow his ass off.

HE DEOSNT EXPLAIN ANYTHING TO BUU. Yes becasue Buu doesnt care and maybe wouldnt understand it, BUT ALSO becasue Not Exoplaining Things is VERY MUCH Mr Satan's way. I feel like he could explain things and Buu would get it. Maybe not all of it but some of it. Maybe not right now becasue hes fucking hungry and pissed but maybe it would sit in his head a while. Someone more articulate and inquisitive like Videl or Gohan would have felt the impulse to explain perplexing situations just naturally, and they would have had the tact to know their audience too; it's explainable. But Mr Satan just doesnt operate that way. FUCKKKK the truth FUCK the """situation."" FUCK five minutes ago. Fuck one minute ago. Right now he's scared and hurt and he feels Buu's pain and hunger. He doesnt think that explaining himself would soften the blow at all becasue it doesnt work that way with him; his intense emotional states just are what they are like a child's, and he thinks that others' explanations are just excuses and dirty tricks. He assumes Buu to be the same, which honestly is close enough, but if he DID explain things, then they could avoid this in the future.

Mr Satan just starts throwing items of appeasement at Buu without addressing the object of strife here. Buu sticks to his guns however and asserts himself. Buu fuckingg hungry. Mr Satan folds completely and haphazardly starts searching for chocolate, but he is no better at this than Buu is; Buu could have thrown open cabinets too. But this is more about Mr Satan tucking his tail between his legs and trying to serve than it is about food.

He fuckingg fails and calls for Videl to come clean up this mess. Buu still fucking hungry. Mr Satan does this to himself

Great video

[chubbysciencenerd]

The Chase.

Oral!fem reciving, praise, Jacob!s "breaks" reader, cockwarming

SORRY FOR THE RANDOM NUMBERS MY LAPTOP HAD A STROKE (I’ll fix it one day)

Step after step you quietly run deeper and deeper into the maze of the forest. With every step you take you feel him growing closer, a professional Hunter and soldier was now hunting YOU. your heartbeat grows faster and you grow more paranoid. You find a large tree and quickly and quietly dive behind it, you desp5eratly needed to catch your breath and calm down. It was hard with the situation that you were in. snap You hear a twig snap closely behind you, fuck you hoped it was just an animal but the hand that quickly grabbed your shoulder said otherwise. "Fuck." Was all you could manage to say before looking up and seeing that familiar red hair and rough face. He grabs you by the jacket that you were wearing and pulls you up of the ground, he was strong you would gladly admit that, what you wouldn't gladly admit was that you had grown you having feelings for the eldest seed brother.

They were complicated feelings you won't lie but you were everyone's last hope to this cult. You can't go weak now. You quickly slip out the jacket he was holding you by and dash off again, you quickly started regretting that decision as the snowfall was starting to pick up and you were down in a white tank-top and your standard black jeans. You kept running afraid to stop or look back but you knew he was chasing after you. You had no other way to describe the feeling other than being prey hunted by a Predator. You found a cabin and quickly run to it, you look back and dont see him. Did you loose him? You quickly get inside hoping that doesnt change. It looked like a standard 1cabbin that belonged to a hunter. There was a fire burning and no graffiti so you felt safe as if it wasnt even known about by peggies. You scramble over to the fire trying to regulate your body tempature after running from him for what.. a good hour? You hoped the snowfall was enough to cover whatever footprints you left behind. You start to survey your suroundings and see a nighstand. There was.. The word of Joseph? fuck this cabin did belong to a peggie. You go over to it as you see a psitol laying next to it, You quickly grabbed the pistol first before taking a second glance at the book. Is was probably the one book that youve seen that was in almost perfect condition. You flip open the cover and your eyes widen at what you see. "To my brother, Jacob."

Oh shit this was Jacobs cabin, you needed to get the hell out of there. You turn around and Jacobs tall figure shadows over you as he looks down at you. "Nice Try." he says with2 that rough voice your used to, but the next thing he says his tone is.. different2. "Give me the gun." He holds out his hand waiting for you to hand it to him. You reluctantly do, he slips it into his waistband before reaching around you to grab the Word of Joseph. He starts to walk around as he starts to talk to you, "You know.." "Ive never actually read the thing. Ive read bits and pieces but reading isnt really my thing." You watch as he takes his jacket off placing it on a chain at a unorganized desk. He walks around in a black turtleneck continuing to talk to you. "Youre probably wondering why I havent killed you yet? Correct?" You nod but he quickly shakes his head, "Youre an adult. Use your words." He stops pacing as he grabs his knife. He begins to clean it waiting for a response. "Why Havent you? Joseph would be pleased." He continues walking mainly paying attention to cleaning his knife "Oh now that would be too easy and waste of a strong soldier." This time he doesnt walk past you but walks towards you. He stops right in front of you before bending down slightly to get to your eye level. "Youre an animal, and just like any other bitch you can be broken. But.. You know what happens when you cant break a dog. You have to put it down and I would hate for that to be the case." he brushes his hand against your cheek and you shiver at the touch of his cold and rough hand. "Why waste a perfectly good soldier?"

He leans closer making you cower, he watches the fear on your face before backing away. He points to the door with his knife. "You can leave if you want but you wont get far in the cold dressed like that. The storm is getting bad out there." He turns around and goes to sit at that unorganized desk you saw earlier. He sets his knife down before taking that gun out of his waistband to disassemble and clean it. Half of you is telling you to bolt out that door but the other half is telling you to stay. You look out the window behind you and see that its like a blizzard out there. You quietly walk next to him and watch him clean the gun slowly trying to find some words, any words. "Just gonna watch?" He says snapping you back to reality. "Sorry.. do you still have my jacket?" He stops cleaning before turning his neck to look at you. "No. If youre leaving then leave if not here." He hands you the jacket off the back of his chair. You were in shock. But with how old you were even with the fire you but it on and find your way to sitting on the edge of his bed watching him as he cleaned his gun. You started to take a better look at the interior of the cabin, there was a pretty big mounted buck head on the wall. some more taxidermy sprinkled around. Huh guess he really does like to hunt. You hear and slightly see him reassembling the gun. Soon enough hes getting up and walks over before placing the gun back on the nightstand on top of the Word of Joseph. He stops in front of you looking down at you in his jacket, that was definitely a sight he would remember.

You stand up looking at his for a second before you bring your lips to his, you dont know what it was but you started to regret it until you felt his hand on your waist and him starting to kiss you back. You were honestly expecting him to kick you out of push you off of him at least but.. no. His lips were chapped but it didnt bother you, you bring your hands to the back of his neck, you deepen the kiss wondering what everyone would think if they saw you kissing Jacob, the man youre supposed to kill. You pull away to get some air, his blue eyes look you up and down. "What made you do that soldier?" You look at him and you both smile "Shut up" you say before kissing him again and he pushes you onto the bed going with you, he starts to trail kisses down your jaw before kissing your neck. You turn your head to give him more room to work with as you squirm against him. You tug at his shirt eagerly but he grabs your hands and places them above your head holding them there with one hand before running the other over your clothed body as he continues to kiss and bite your neck. Your breathing grows heavy almost whimpering every time he bites your neck. You feel him growing hard against you. His hand expoling your body makes its way down to your jeans and makes great haste undoing them before sliding his hand under them along with your panties, his caloused fingers go straight to your clit using your slickness to rub it relentlessly going at the perfect pace. You had no clue that such a strong hunter and soilder like him could be such a great lover. He lets go of your wrist and brings his hand to the hem of your shirt and lifts it up to expose your bare breasts without thinking twice he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and starts fondling your other breast.

He places a soft bite on your nipple making you jump in his grasp, an unexpected whine escaping from your lips. Your hips helplessly grind against Jacobs hand craving more, He leaves one more bite on your nipple this one harder than the last. You arch your back making you press into him. He pulls away and quickly pulls off his black turtleneck dropping it with the rest of the clothes. He makes quick work of your jeans and panties down letting them drop to the floor carelessly he stands at the edge of the bed and takes a good minute to look at you all while youre admiring and studying his scars, he loved the sight of you being helpless in his bed.. wearing his jacket. He wanted to be the only one to see you like this. He grabs your ankles and pulls your body half way off the bed him standing in between your legs he drops down to he knees and looks directly through your eyes as looks up at you. He uses his fingers and spreads your folds to get a good view, you were perfect for him. Without warning he dives in with his mouth being completely sloppy and making work of all of the right spots. He loved your taste and couldnt get enough of it. He lapped up and down your folds multiple times with his tongue his grip on your thighs deathly tight, he moved his arm to hold you down and takes his other hand and as his mouth starts to focus on your clit he takes two fingers and starts pumping into you curling his fingers ever so perfectly hitting that spot that made you squirm.

Breathless moans and incoherent words escape your lips as you grip his arm as tight as you can, your nails digging into his arm. As he starts to pump is fingers faster his mouth playing with your clit does too. Your legs start to squirm around his head as they close tightly and you squeeze his head with your thighs you come completely undone on his face and fingers. He removes his fingers but continues to eat you out wanting to remember the taste. Your legs start to shake around his head at the overstimulation. When he finally pulls away you can see your juices covering his mouth and beard. He climbs back ontop of you quickly going to kiss you as you place your hands on the back of his head. He pulls away which neither of you wanted to happen, he kicks off his boots and quickly undoes his belt soon enough his length is sprung free and your eyes widen at the size. He slides his length through your soaked folds before teasing your entrance with his tip before slowly pushing his whole length in. A breathless gasp is all that comes out of you before you cover your mouth with your hand. He starts to thrust at a fast pace trying not to go too hard as he didnt want to literally break you. "It hurts~" You whine moving your hand above your head, he leans down and whispers, "Shh.. You can handle it pup".

Those words made you clench around him and you could tell he felt it by the grunt he let out, his breath was heavy and his grunts and groans are just turning you on even more. His thrusts start to grow harder and more intense. Your head starts to go light with pleasure you were still rather sensitive from the orgasm he just gave you by eating you out. You had never been with a man who actually made you feel truly good during sex. He grabs on your your legs and hitches it up over his shoulder allowing him to hit your deepest spots. You whine out with a nice mixture of moans and struggled words mainly just his name. His size was perfect for you, just enough to stretch you but not big enough to seriously hurt you. He gripped your leg tightly as he continued to pound into you, he leans down a little closer to you. "You take me so well pup, such a good girl~" You blushed at the praise and tightened around him as he said it, he found your sexual weakness and he was damn well gonna use it against you. "You like it when I say things like that don't you? I feel you get tighter every.." he pauses to let out a grunt "fuck.. Every time I do" You look away blushing covering the top part of your face with your hand. He give one very hard thrust before slowing down to almost a stop.

"You need to look at me and you need to use your words." You brush your hair back as you look up at him. "Yes sir." He starts back up quickly resuming at the pace before he started to slow down. He looked down at you in his jacket being made a absolute mess by him, his hips stutter but go back on pace as he was trying to control himself never wanting this to end. "I cant wait to breed you~ To have our own pups" He looks down and smiles at you, "Youd love that, wouldnt you. Everyone would know you belong to me." You look up at him before stuggling to speak clear words, "Breed.." "breed me, please!~" You whine out as he pounds into you with more force, his hips start to stutter again. He was close and their was no denying it. He brings one of his hands down and starts rubbing your clit with his thumb making you squeeze tight around him. "Youre mine deputy. Only mine. I will protect you and our pups no matter what." With those words you finish around him making that your second orgasm of the night. With a few final thrust he burries himself inside of you finishing, coating your walls with his seed. (hah.. his seed as in Jacob seed) Jacob raches his arms under you and picks you up with him still inside of you. He turns you both around as he takes you into a deep and passionate kiss before sitting down on the bed, he pulls you down onto the bed with him making sure hes still inside of you, He kisses your forehead before grabbing a blanket and pulling it over you both. You nuzzle your head into his chest before mumbling "I love you, only you." as you drift off to sleep in his arms. He follows soon after you.

[fallingfavourites]

so i was thinking ab julivia’s timeline, naturally, bc we’ve established that they’re on good enough terms by the time she starts messing around with billy. i’m thinking (and feel free to adjust it, she’s your baby):

s1 they’re enemies, for sure. and when it comes to the final fight, she’s maybe at the helipad with vanessa but when fisk doesn’t show, she decides to go back into the city and then hears it was dardexodus that took him out and now shes still pissed but also confused?? bc wasn’t exodus working with fisk??

s2 theyre still uneasy but there’s a conversation between them in the time between that helps bridge the gap. so june kinda lurks but not in a predatory way like she had tried before, more like curiosity. she sees how liv interacts as exodus with matt and frank (maybe she spies on the rooftop scene?) and is like ??is she really not a horrible person??

s2b i think is really when they start to spend time together. since liv and matt hung up the masks, they’re more available. june meets foggy and karen, vaguely meets billy when she goes to anvil to get liv for lunch and give him this look 😑😑. she tries to go to midland with them bc she’s decided they’re hers and livia has to practically put the girl in a straight jacket to keep her in the precinct with foggy

wcs1 comes around and june ends up idk where bc liv is doing what liv does in this season. they don’t get a lot of time together but they get some and it’s really confusing for june bc how is she supposed to help liv through grief and anger without just taking it away? not to mention she’s probably grieving too bc she liked matt

s3 throws june for a whole damned loop bc fisk is back and dex is a few nuggets short of a happy meal. she’s confused why liv keeps him around. she’s mad at matt just liv is bc that was her dad whether he liked it or not. he doesn’t get to fake die. OH and maybe fisk is trying to bring her back under his wing. but instead of going for it, she tucks closer to liv bc liv actually protects her and she feels safe with her

wcs2 would leave june with matt while liv does what she does, both in this season and in the gap between. she gets closer to foggy and karen, learns some fighting stuff from matt, asks him all the time when liv’s gonna be back. matt doesn’t say anything (june knows anyways) but he’s glad june decided to stick around instead

this is absolutely correct!! (i'm so glad you figured this out for me bc im shit at timelines😭 )

i wish i could add more onto this but as i was reading i was just nodding along like you get June so well and it just makes me so happy!!

i think maybe during wcs1 june very much isolates herself in the beginning, bc "losing" matt is the first time she has ever lost someone she cares about. So she has a lot of feelings that she can't understand and doesn't know what to do with them (she is so me). and seeing Liv in this kind of pain is also she hasn't really seen before and as you said she would want to take it away for her but deep down knows that isnt right.

"few nuggets short of a happy meal" im crying ive never heard that before 😭😭

june with matt in wcs2 is just basically a little kid asking 'are we there yet?' (also i got some edits coming up and maybe more of those silly 'incorrect quotes' things 😌)

[chocopuchino]

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI – “IS THAT MY SHIRT?”

“It looks what?” you breathe out, suddenly turning back to see him, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“it looks good on you.” he says, suddenly getting closer to your face.

cw: ushijima wakatoshi. lightly suggestive, reader is smaller. reader has boobs. you’re funny.

wc: 1k+

a/n: i love him so much, soso much, hes a small n silly n adorable little guy :(((

it’s a sunny day. your wonderful boyfriend decided to take a break and not go to practice! (correction, you obliged him to take a fucking break) he’s in the shower, and as a wonderful partner, you decide to make some pancakes for breakfast!

You’re excited, finding an amazing pancake recipe online, and he doesn't have a clue that you're making them or what it even is. mixing the batter— oh no, it spills onto your t-shirt! oopsie daisy, you’re so clumsy at times, hehe. hot girls dont wear aprons, remember? with pancake mix all over your t-shirt, what’re you supposed to do now? of course, the one and only right answer, to wear one of your boyfriend’s shirt!

humming down the hallways, making your way towards his overly big wardrobe, you realize you should probably take this rich man shopping. two pants, three pair of jeans, all of his underwear folded in a drawer, pajamas, a luxury branded robe he never uses, neat shirts of all types, blazer, coats, and of course, millions of shorts, leggings, running jackets, compression shirts, and any other type of athletic clothing. you sigh, ugh so unfashionable.

but, one thing catches your attention. neatly folded and hanging, you spot his beautiful jersey. schweiden adlers, his name written on the back, the dark blue collar, number 11 written widely front and back, the little logo on the right, the gold ombre below going up- fuck he should be coming any minute now! still, even if he’s currently playing for Japan’s men national volleyball team, this jersey was always your favourite. bingo, you think, immediately snatching it (with lots of care, of course) and placing it down on the floor.

taking off your messy t-shirt and throwing it away, knowing how eventually he’s gonna be the one to pick it up and place it in the washing machine- you put it on.

his fresh and manly scent immediately invades your nostrils, and oh god is it big. just like his d-

he’s big. its obvious. he’s tall, and you’re not at his height either, so there’s a difference. his jersey reaches below your pelvis, while on him it used to reach just before reaching his hip. jerseys for athletes are usually tighter, meaning that this might be a tiny bit smaller for him. the sleeves reach your biceps, and your collarbone is almost exposed. you’re surprised though, its quite thin and flexible. you thought that it might be a bit felty or something, but it’s light!

making your way towards the kitchen, you go back to the counter again to actually start the pancakes- and you finally hear the loud creak you’ve been waiting for. a few creaks coming in your direction, it suddenly stops, and you turn around just to face a—

tall. wet. and a freshly from the shower wakatoshi. ah, his body is like a work of art, like a greek god, sculpted to perfection, and, with only a beige towel wrapped around his hips- wait a minute, that’s the same colour of that branded robe inside his closet, are they maybe from a set?—

“love.” he breathes out, his deep voice hitting you suddenly, interrupting your thoughts, and your cheeks flush.

“yeah? what’s wrong, toshi? something the matter?” fluttering your eyes at him, speaking in a tone so oblivious.

“Is that … my jersey?” he questions, cocking an eyebrow.

“no, it’s not. it’s my boyfriend’s. isnt it, like, so cool? i swear he’s so cool, you should prolly meet him y’know.” you answer sheepishly, facing your back to him, showing off the name written widely on the back.

“Ah… I see. It looks …” if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't quite get your sarcasm and would stand there confused. deciding not to answer, he simply observes you. seeing where it reaches till, sleeves reaching your biceps, and the way your curves are hidden under it— but seeing the curve of your breasts, the jersey flowing down from there, makes him blush a little.

“It looks what?” you breathe out, suddenly turning back to see him, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“it looks good on you.” he says, suddenly getting closer to your face.

your eyes widen slightly, cheeks heating up softly. leaning back, you scoff, prepping the stove now.

“i-i know, of course it does. why wouldn't it?” you answer after a moment,

“you're right, really. it's very big on you. why are you wearing it, honey?” he asks, now suddenly feeling big hands on your waist, your back flush against his firm, broad, and bare chest.

“because, you know-”

“no, I do not know.”

“Toshi!!" You whine his name out, frowning with a scoff.

"it's because while I was making the batter, I spilled a lot on my t-shirt, so, it got dirty, and I wanted to … “

your voice gets quieter after each word, and he notices, his hands now going from your waist, to now caressing your sides.

“to what?” he asks so normally, gosh it makes you mad.

“to … wear… your, shirt. or t-shirt. or jersey. I just wanted to wear something of yours, y-you know, to take in your warmth and to feel comfy and nice. I missed you, y'know? s-so I thought...” you explain, tone quiet.

“I see. Doesn't making love count as the same thing though? If you're missing me so much, I should take more break days. No, why don't we have it today? tonight? now?”

“W-what?! Toshi- you should definitely take more break days but you can't just squeeze that in like that, that's too sudden!-” you squeak, surprised by the sudden change in topic, cheeks heating up impossibly as you look up to see his face. he looks so calm and stern.

“Tonight we’re going to have dinner at your favourite restaurant. we’ll have some wine, a three course meal, and then I'll have my dessert later.”

he states with a nonchalant tone, pecking your cheek from behind before walking off, leaving you ultimately flustered.

safe to say you got a three course meal and wine from your fav restaurant, in change he didn't get your pancakes but did get his dessert!! now you're unable to walk lolol

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[asprngdeductionist]

Pardon me that its unfinished and isnt corrected but should i finish it? You can red my entry about it:

aug.28.2002

         I messed up. She left. There is nothing to give my life meaning now. Except this. Blogging. Now. I am stuck in this life. In this small apartment I can't even pay because I don't have a job. I live here with my friend and roommate Arthur Cene who is a consultant for the police department here in Brighton. I`m Timothy Coates and this is my sad life.

aug.31.2002

What a beautiful day. when I was looking out the window, making tea, I noticed a leaf falling. That reminded me that September is coming and with it Fall. Artur left early today. He had a grumpy look on his face when he looked in the jar I usually put my part of the rent in and he said that I should be paying up because the landlord isn't happy. Neither was he because he will help me out for the 5th time this year.

I failed to mention in my last post that I haven't written here a while. About 4 months. This break-up really beat down on me.

sept.5.2002

Alright. Very interesting things happened today.

Arthur was really pissed off about the rent. He came in this morning and I could see his eyes slightly popping and the vein in his neck pumping. He screamed at me with all his voice: “You goddamn lunatic they cut out the power! Do you know how bad it is to suddenly feel a cold shower!” That explained why the tea wasn`t heating up.”Get a job for God's sake or at least go outside! You haven't been out for months!” His tone transitioned into a calmer, quieter one. The pumping vein disappeared, eyes slightly watered as he said: “What happened to you? Is it still about sarah? Because I'm tired of it! there are going to be other ones too. You don't need to whine on this one.” He paused. For about ½ a minute. He spoke again: “ Alright. I've got an offer for you. You come with me on the next case and I might pay all the rent again.” With these words his tone shifted to the normal, soothing, calm one. He then corrected his collar on  his shirt. THat he was wearing with a vest and jacket. The vest is always the same piece as the trousers. It`s black with smaller dark gray stripes on it. The jacket is either baby blue or a lighter gray. Never matching the vest and trousers. He doesn't usually wear ties. Whenever he does it is always either dark blue or scarlet red. He sometimes doesn't wear a jacket (this occasion was one of them because it's a warm day) , then he rolls up his sleeves. He usually wears elegant clothing. Anyways I jumped for the deal and went to get my coat. Unlike Arthur, my usual outfit was more usual. A simple hoodie did the job. We went out and walked to his car. Which, unlike what you`d think isn`t an Aston, it's a Mazda MX-5. We hopped into the car that was a bit wet because of the moisture in the air. This was because it rained a few days ago. “Shall we?” said Arthur in a slightly excited voice. Then, we drove off. Artur doesn`t drive slow. I feel he likes the adrenaline of moving fast and being on the edge. 

We arrived. Te building was tall, made out of brick with a creme coloured paint on it. It had large windows in stripes following all floors. At the entrance Arthur said: “Now, there are some people that don`t like me in there, so I don't want you looking at anyone. Don't make a mess, or draw attention to yourself. We get into the elevator and ask the chief what he has for us.” That was exactly what we did. The people inside all wore blue uniforms. Their badges flinging the light into my direction, where all the stares were going too. The place wasn't so loud. I could only hear whispers. Among the lines of: “Who is this guy?” and “He brought another person to impress.” but we kept going. Once we reached the elevators a slightly tall man in a baby-blue knitted vest with a matching shirt and dark-blue tie and very dark-blue trousers. His face was slim, not so tall. His hair was separated in the middle and shining from product. He wasn`t too fit but still able to maintain a decent looking body. He was holding documents up against his chest with his left hand. Arthur said with a sharp voice: “Gill! It is terrible to see you.” Before he could respond Artur said:”You better show up to the reception, and don`t worry you did terrible last night.” The guy walked away with an ashamed look on his face. bumbling.

How`d he know?

With that Arthur pushed the button to call the lift. With that another person appeared. He was wearing a red tie, black jacket, blue shirt and black trousers. 

Hey chief! - said Arthur in a surprised tone.

Arthur;  - nodded back the chief.

At the ding of the elevator we all picked up our heads and headed into the lift as the doors opened. The interior of the elevator was an orange ish color I can't really describe. Whilst we were in the elevator the chief asked Arthur

Who is this guy? - Whilst he pointed at me.

Just a friend. Thought he could come. - answered Arthur. The look on the chief`s face changed. It became a bit worried. 

Alright, he can come. - said the chief.

When we arrived I followed my friend to a room. There I met the team he worked with. Three men and a woman. My friend didn't seem to bother introducing me.

Alright, what do we have here. Did we get the robbery case I saw in the paper yesterday? - said my friend while he leaned over the table

Unfortunately, no we got a murder at a car shop. Name`s Aaron Glover, 34 blunt force trauma to the head.- 

Don`t bore me, let's go. - said my friend, cutting off the man.

We went downstairs and got into our car. We followed the policemen in a black van with the padge of the police deputy plastered all over the sides and back.

10 minutes later we have arrived at the shop, where my friend warned me

Alright this will be a bit gory. Are you okay with that?

Yes! Indeed I am. - I replied.

The shop wasn`t anything unusual. The outside was light blue. It was seemingly made out of bricks that gave it a strong structure. The building was surrounded by policemen, all sharing the same uniform. When we walked to the door I noticed the policeman next to it sighing as Arthur went past him. We stepped in, my friend picked some pace up and ran to the corpse, and hushed an officer trying to  say something. He got on his knees next to the bloody corpse and started examining it. He started mumbling. 

Grease under fingernails, probably mechanic. Single blunt blow to the head, probably an act of desperation. Right handed, smoker, yellow index and middle fingernails on right hand. Trying to get off of it tough, seeing the gum in the pockets and a singe nicotine patch in the same pocket and no pack of cigarettes anywhere, But if Tim would be so nice and open that cabinet for me that`d be marvelous.

He pointed to a small cabinet across the room. As I walked to it I felt the stares aiming for my back as everybody watched me reach for the handle. I pulled the door and I found a single pack of cigarettes laying there. I naturally picked  it up and showed it to everyone. He nodded and continued his search for clues.

He was trying very hard to get off of his strong habit in an act of desperation for something or rather someone. He was around late thirties judging from the wrinkles and type of wear and still not married - he said rising up a bit and pointing to his left hand that was missing a ring - He got a new girlfriend he was trying to impress, again, in an act of desperation. Not work clothes slightly more elegant than his everyday wear, wasn't too fancy clothes wearing type of person. He has cologne on and a ring in his pocket-

A what!? - shouted a man across the room. 

This son of a bitch tried to marry my sister? - He continued.

The man had a blonde very shaved to the left hair he kept fixing every 5 seconds. He was wearing a white shirt and a brown jacket with gray trousers.

Who is this man? -  asked Arthur as he looked at the officer at the door. 

The owner of that car sir. - answered the policeman pointing to the car that was next to the body already raised off the floor. - He was working on it when he died. - finished the policeman

The soon to be brother in law. - said my friend while he walked across the room to the man, reaching his hand at him for a handshake - Arthur Cene, nice to meet you!

Jeffrey Cooke.

Arthur walked to me and said quietly

He is the killer. I hope you`re having fun. I`m sure I am. - he left me there with a confused face wondering why he is the killer. I thought I was going to find out anyway.

Arthur, then walked to the chief that just arrived.

Get the girlfriend`s address. I have a strong hunch.

You got it. -  Replied the chief.

He started walking to the exit as he flung his hand at me signaling me to come. I did what he asked me to do and I followed him. We got to the car and he said 

Have you read the paper?

Yes, I do it every day. Why?

You`ll understand it later.

We went back to the police building. We went upstairs, and waited on a nice leather couch in the corner of the lobby. The chief arrived 15 minutes later.

Alright! I got the  address, Gerald St. 26. 

Arthur instantly hopped out of his seat. I followed him with a slightly surprised face. We hopped into the car and started the journey. It took us about 10 minutes to reach our destination. We stopped and hopped out of the car. Arthur opened the gate and knocked on the bright pink door. The house wasn`t so special. It was a shared house with two doors next to each other and two addresses. The house was white and had two window ‘panels’. A young woman opened the door with brown hair and a gray shirt and black stretch pants.

Hi, come in. You must be with the police.

Hi! We`re very sorry for your loss.

Thank you. - She opened the door further, and we came in. The house was filled with supposedly family pictures. It was a well kept house with only some minor mess. Arthur started walking around aimlessly, looking at the photographs.

Tea? - asked the woman.

I`d want a cup thank you.

What kind?

Do you have english breakfast?

Yes I do. Take a seat. - I sat down but Arthur didn`t bother, he kept looking at the pictures. 

Is this your brother? - said Arthur whilst he picked up a picture with the man we met earlier and pointed to him.

Yes he is. Why do you ask?

Just curious. -said my friend as he sat down before letting out a long “hmm”.

So, why did you come here? 

To ask questions about Aaron but I`ve already got what I needed. Perhaps if you could tell me the names, address and or phone number of the people close to Aaron that`d be nice.

Of course! Anything to help the authorities. - She said as she went across the room to get a piece of paper and a pen. She came back and she wrote some things down on the paper and handed it to Arthur. 

Thank you very much. Do you have a problem if I invited all of these people to come here tomorrow morning?

Sure.

Alright, good-bye. -  He said as he walked out the door, not even waiting for me to stand up. I stood up, and followed him to the car.

Well, that was fast. Did we get everything we needed? - I asked him doubtedly not getting an answer

I didn`t understand anything he did. I haven't seen  him in this form. Usually he is more honest, not keeping up a facade that no one can see through.

I hopped into the car and we went back to the police station where we met the chief again.

[tf2heritageposts]

also should mention we are VERY OPENLY a trans man at college, and also very confident and just do whatever the hell we want. that's also why we didnt have friends at school because we got too comfortable and started talking about imptomptu brain stem removals, as well as being the only one who actually enjoys psychology and it isnt just a forced part of the curriculium and is constantly critiuqing and correcting the teacher's lectures because theyre misinformation or "hey you know i think its kind of fucked up for the cops to know this woman is a drug addict and know exactly how many months she is on a specific drug and instead of getting her help, instead opts to post her mugshot one month on heroine and then a year on heroine and post it on social media to scare kids" which was a VERY strange take from a man who always wears a jacket that has the numbers 1312 embroidered on(that man is us)

also she's possibly the sweetest girl ive ever known and loves talking about her hyperfixations but literally everyone else hates her because shes visibly autisitc and kind of loud and >:[

> be me

> lonely in college

> clearly visibly austitic boy starts to gravitate towards me, possibly sensing we were both not liked in our class for different reasons

> like them

> sense aura of familiarity and kinship somehow

> give them discord because chill

> message them

> realize her status calls herself a girl

> asks if she’s trans

> she is

[gh0stzonedarchive]

A Dead Man's Stare

merry christmas! this is my piece for this years Holiday Truce! I was given @auroraphantasma as the person to receive my gift, so i hope it is to your liking! its my first time participating in the holiday truce, so i hope i did your prompt correctly ^_^

one of your prompts included "the town talllying/noticing danny's ghostliness/weirdness", and one of my first thoughts for this was his eyes. i mean, dead people usually don't have bright eyes full of life, right? so i played around with the concept that danny's eyes always have that far off, glassy look that corpses have, and people [in this case kwan and wes] noticing the way his eyes dont shine like a normal humans.

in all honesty, i havent tried to make a comic-type piece in a long time, so im sorry if its hard to follow.. i tried my best!

[yelenghs]

(fem!reader, bully!reader, nerd!armin) (also armin wears glasses in this)

btw note 2 those of u who choose to interact; i am a minor.

nerd! armin who's had enough of you bullying and picking on him all school year!

now that you two have been assigned a project together, he can finally get a chance to get payback. you always thought of his as one thing; a loser. in your mind, he was nothing but someone to step on and walk all over. a doormat you can use to get good grades. but you always manage to forget just how smart he is.

without even knowing it, he'd slowly manipulate and gaslight you into a secluded area. claiming; 'it's more quiet over here! it will be easier to focus'. and as much as you'd try and go the other direction, the way to the library, he keeps on 'correcting' you. saying 'no, no! have you forgotten? the library is in this direction. well, i wouldnt be surprised if you did. especially with those grades of yours..'

eventually, he lead you to one of the storage rooms, in an area of the school that was barely ever used. "armin.. this isnt the library. what, are you playing dumb now? is that it- AH!" you were pulled into the cloest by your pink cropped jacket.

"armin, what the fuck!? what the hell is wrong with you!?" you shouted at him, shoving him back into the door. you tried to tower over him, attempting to intimidate him. yet, with strength you didnt even know he had, he quickly flipped the switch. he grabbed your wrists backed up into you, cornering you into one of the shelves.

"g-get on your knees.. if you know what's good for you." of course, you scoffed and rolled your eyes. "what do you mean 'if you know what's good for you'? i know exactly what's good for me and it's clearly not this. now let me go, foureyes, or i'll snatch those right off your face." you threatened. he knew you wouldnt do it, not when youre working together on this.

"you really are a dumb bitch." he retorted and you gasped in offense. before you could even speak, he kicked your right ankle; knocking you off balance. you fell to the floor, now face to face with his crotch. "you-!"

he pushed your head into his crotch, grinding against your mouth. "you dont even realize, this project is fifty percent of your grade. do you even understand what kind of i could get you in? i could get you suspended, or even expelled. professor levi assigned me with you in hopes you'd learn something from me." he unzipped his jeans, fishing his dick out of his boxers.

he laid it across your face, and your nose scrunched just from the scent of it. "but he didnt tell me exactly what he wanted me to teach you. maybe how to suck dick? or even please a man? who knows. but, you're too stupid to understand this assignment, so i'll do everything. in exchange you'll be my little play thing until im finished."

he tugged you back by your hair, his other hand stroking himself to how vulnerable you look right now. he pressed his tip to your lips, smearing his precum on them. "oh, and did i mention? we have two weeks to finish. and i'll take my precious time.."

with tears in your eyes, both from the pain in your ankle and the humiliation, you opened your mouth and submitted to him. immediately, he started to softly thrust his hips.

your mind was running laps. what if he tells the others? what if someone finds out? will he tell the professor anyways? you gave up trying to fight back, instead taking his surprisingly girthy, large dick in your mouth.

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

part one can be found here

Gone - Part Two

Spencer blinked rapidly, his brain feeling life kicked back into it for the first time in two years as he storms into Hotch’s office, barging in without knocking on the door and slamming the piece of paper on his desk. Aaron’s eyes widen as he reads it.

“Where did you-“

Spencer cuts him off. “It was on my desk this morning. You know what day it is, this isnt a coincidence.”

He nods. “We can open the case back up, I’ll inform the team.” Aaron stands to his feet, but Spencer shakes his head.

“No, we cant. Last time we got involved, the unsub went dormant and has only come back 2 years on, when he knows we arent working on the case, when he thinks I’ve given up. He’s taunting me.”

Aaron‘s eyebrows furrow with concern. “What are you suggesting we do?”

Spencer begins to explain. “We have to act like nothing has happened. Im going to keep this note in an evidence bag inside my jacket, but when I walk out of this room we are going to act like we are talking about something completely different. We dont know how much this guy can see, we dont know how he operates, but by sending this letter he’s revealed one thing about himself.”

“And what is that?” Hotch questions.

“He wants to torture me. The first letter was sent to (Y/N)-“ His throat dries up just saying your name, he clears his throat with a cough and continues. “-because he knew that would get my attention, the rest of the letters were then sent to me because he knew I was gripping onto his every word. He wants me to be the only one thinking about this case, he wants to torment me while thinking Im getting no help from any of you. Our best shot at getting more information is to continue to act like nothing has changed, then he might send further clues.” Spencer explains.

Hotch nods. “I understand. This case is completely under your control, I’ll leave it up to you whether you decide to tell the rest of the team about this.”

“Thank you, I’ll tell them as discretely as I can.” Spencer turns to leave, but Aaron has more to say.

“As much as this unsub wants you to feel like this is hopeless, it isnt, Reid. This is a really good sign.”

And for the first time in two years, Spencer cracks a smile. “I know.”

Over the course of the next week, Spencer found ways to inform the team of what was going on. He managed to bring you up in conversation in a way that only one person would recognise. Spencer visited Penelope and he called her adorable, a word that (Y/N) used to describe her every time she saw her. Tears entered Garcia’s eyes and Spencer nodded at her, so she nodded back.

“Adorable, but quiet.” He clarified, and he could see the momentary confusion in her eyes before she made the connection.

“Only quiet when I have to be!” She chirped back, and Spencer knew she’d understood. Something new had happened with you, but she had to keep quiet about it.

“Does the rest of the team know how adorable you are?” He asked, already knowing the answer to his coded question.

“No..?” She said, unsure.

He nodded and smiled. “You should tell them.”

There was no way of telling what the unsub was capable of, whether he was listening or watching, but everyone had to be cautious of what they said. He could tell when the team began finding out through Garcia, because they all gave him knowing, excited smiles.

Sure enough, Spencer’s theory was correct. When he returned from the next case a week later, another note from the unsub was waiting for him on his desk.

“I’ll make sure Juliet knows you’ve given up. She’ll be with me forever.”

That told him you were still alive, he couldnt believe the unsub had willingly given such information out of sheer desperation for Spencer to pay attention to him and give him a reaction. He wanted Spencer to react so that he could go dormant again and torture him further, so Spencer had to act like he wasnt at all excited. He went to Hotch’s office again and showed him the note.

“She’s alive!”

Aaron hugged him and the two man laughed together. The situation was funny in the sense that they were successfully tricking the unsub into giving them more information, but the laugh wasnt one of humour, it was one of relief. Obviously, everyone had hoped that you were alive, but knowing for certain that you were was the best news Spencer could have possibly gotten.

He went to visit Garcia in her office again straight after.

“Guess what else you are Penelope.” Spencer said, accidentally startling her.

“What?” She asked eagerly, knowing he was going to give her another coded message that gave an update on you.

“Adorable...and alive.”

Penelope gasped, standing from her seat and running over to Spencer, who hugged her and hid his beaming smile in her shoulder.

“Thank you.” She replied, acting as though him calling her alive was a compliment, in case anyone was listening.

“I’ll make sure everyone knows.” She whispered to him, too quiet for anything else to pick up what she’d said.

When Spencer came out of the bathroom that day, Derek approached him and pulled him into a headlock that anyone else would have viewed as him messing around with him, but there was so much more meaning behind it. It made Spencer laugh, much like the interaction would have done 2 years ago. It was this hidden sense of things starting to go back to normal, hope restored.

The unsub makes a truly fatal mistake in his next delivery. This time it isnt a letter, but a gift, a small box. Spencer opens it and finds a tape inside. A tape gives a clue to the unsub’s age. Penelope manages to find a tape player for him and he takes it into one of the interrogation rooms. There is no image, it‘s only audio.

“Juuuuuliet, tell him what you want him to know.” The unsub was so desperate for attention that he made no attempt to mask his voice at all.

“You’ve given up.” Spencer chokes upon hearing your voice for the first time in two years. “Im staying here forever. I cant believe you would leave me here.” Your voice was hoarse and you were sniffling, he knows you had been crying.

That was all that was on the tape, so, where is this fatal mistake, I hear you ask? Well, Doctor Spencer Reid is very smart, but the thing is, so are you. At a few intervals in that message, you coughed, and when you did, you whispered things that would be unintelligible to anyone who didnt remember absolutely everything about your voice. And the only person in your life with the memory capacity to recall every single minute detail about your voice, happened to be the one the tape was delivered to.

Notes. That was the first thing you whispered, he knew you were referring to the post-it notes, telling him the man you’d written about seeing was the one who had taken you.

‘15m’ was the next thing you whispered. You likely wouldnt have been able to tell how many miles or metres you had travelled, and the only other value for ‘M’ that was useful in this scenario was minutes. 15 minutes away from your home, you’d counted the minutes it took for you to get to where you are now, and for two years you have held onto that.

Wear, that was the last thing you whispered in a cough, and that was the most difficult one for Spencer to figure out. It took a whole 7 seconds. Were you wearing something in particular? It cant be that. Could you have meant where? But that gives no clue. Ware! As in warehouse! That has to be it!

With no time and nothing to lose, Spencer bolts back to Hotch to fill him in on everything he’s figured out. The team meets at the round table to officially re-open the case, and Penelope starts searching for warehouses in a 15 minute distance from your home. Spencer is beyond frustrated at how quickly Penelope finds where you are, he cant believe that all this time you were held captive by someone foolish enough to only keep you 15 minutes away. But maybe that makes the unsub the opposite of a fool, because even a detail as small as the actual distance between you and Spencer is meant to torture him, knowing that you were so close by all this time is another wound to him. The team pile into separate vehicles, all heading to the same warehouse, and on the way there Spencer begins to overthink. What if you really do think he’s given up? What if you’ve given up on him? What if you dont love him anymo-

Derek nudges Spencer. “Hey, kid, I can see you doubting yourself in your own head just by the look on your face, stop it. She’s gonna have missed you just as much as you’ve missed her.”

The suddenly insecure Spencer looks to his friend for answers. “You really think so?”

Derek smiles. “I know so, she’s always been crazy about you, man.”

This reassures him, and he settles back into his seat with a deep breath, watching the streets blur by as he makes his way to you.

Thanks to the speed they were allowed to drive, the team makes it to the warehouse in under 15 minutes, and they position themselves at different entrances to the building. Derek kicks down the main door and Spencer runs in, gun aimed and ready to fire, but he falters. Because directly in front of him, little more than a few steps away, tied to a chair, is you. Spencer stumbles over to you and collapses to his knees in front of you, pulling you into his arms as you both sob into each other.

“Spencer, Spencer oh my god you’re here, I’ve missed you so much!” You cry, and he’s quick to untie you so that he can hold you again.

“I never stopped looking (Y/N), not even for a second!” Spencer tells you, pulling away enough for you to see his face so that you know he isnt lying, but you can tell he’s not.

“I know, I know! I never stopped believing you’d come and get me.” You reassure him, smiling for the first time in two years, and despite being muddy, bloody, bruised and beaten, Spencer is absolutely certain that you have never looked more beautiful.

An ambulance is called to the scene and you’re assisted onto a stretcher, while Rossi and Derek bring a handcuffed man out of the warehouse. Spencer sees red as he strides over to the middle aged, seedy, stubbly man that held you captive.

“Ah, Spencer Reid, I was wondering when we’d finally meet. How’s my Juliet?”

Spencer is not going to let that smug tone continue to live.

“She is not yours. I’d rather you called her Juliet than her real name, because if you breathed so much as half a syllable of that I would tear you limb from limb.” Spencer seethes.

The monster leans closer. “I ruined her.”

Spencer laughs darkly. “Do you really think that the woman Im in love with would let herself be ruined by some middle-aged, poor-excuse-for-both-a-Romeo-impersonator-and-a-killer, pervert? You underestimated her, and you underestimated me. We won.”

The kidnapper rolls his eyes, but Spencer can tell he’s taken aback. “I wont get much time for this, and once Im out, you’ll rue the day you insulted me!”

“Tell that to the pictures of little girls and boys we found under your bed upstairs! Along with letters about tax evasion, fraud accusations, the list goes on.” JJ calls as she makes her way out of the warehouse with a stack of papers in her hands.

Spencer takes a step closer to the man, towering over him and speaking in a low voice with wrath unmatched. “I dont know what your name is, and frankly, I dont care. You are going to prison for a long time, I will make sure of that. And once you’re in prison, I will find out which one, and I will personally deliver the message to every single one of your inmates that you are a pathetic pedophile low life who thought he could challenge me.”

Spencer turns away from him and starts walking towards the ambulance, but the idiot speaks up again and stops him dead in his tracks.

“She’ll be mine again, Agent Reid, and that’s a promise!”

Spencer is back in front of him in an instant. “I’ll also make sure to inform your inmates that Im the one who broke your nose.”

The scum frowns in confusion. “What?”

And just like that, Spencer’s swift right hook pummels the man’s nose.

“It’s Doctor Reid.” He tells him, voice low.

“For the record, we’ll say that happened when we arrested him.” Rossi says, and Derek nods.

Finally, Spencer runs back to you, sitting at your side in the ambulance as you lie on the stretcher. You smile at the sight of him.

“Hey love.” You greet him

“Hi sweetheart, sorry Im late, I had to break someone’s nose.” Spencer replies, his voice far softer than it had been a few seconds ago.

You chuckle and take ahold of his hand. “Of course you did.”

Spencer’s hands wrap around yours and bring it to his lips so that he can kiss each of your knuckles, so softly you barely feel it, but you do. Placing your hand against his clothed chest, you raise an eyebrow.

“Did you start wearing necklaces while I’ve been gone?”

Spencer’s eyes widen as he realises what you’re referring to. “N-No!”

Your curious expression intensifies as you reach around his neck to tug the chain out from under his shirt. “Then what’s-oh my goodness, Spencer...what’s this?”

In your hand is the engagement ring that Spencer planned to give you, and has been wearing every single day since you were taken.

“I-I was planning to ask before, but then everything got in the way and I was going to ask once I came back from that case, and then you were gone so I kept it because I didnt know what else to do with it and it felt like part of you was with me even though you’d never even seen it let alone worn it but I dont think this is the right moment to ask so maybe if we just-“

“Yes.” You cut him off.

Spencer feels all words escape him, and all he can manage in response is a stuttered, “Wh-Wha?”

You giggle. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Spence.”

Attempting to lean up on your arms to reach him, you hiss and fall back down in pain, but Spencer catches you before you hit the stretcher and lowers himself to capture your lips with his.

You passed out from exhaustion a few moments later, and Spencer sat beside you holding your hand as you slept. She wants to marry me, the words repeat themselves in his head like a mantra, and he finds himself utterly dumbfounded. How he managed to woo a heart as beautiful as yours, he doesnt know. He beamed all the way to the hospital but naturally, the moment you woke up, Spencer was sure he’d misheard you.

“Are you positive you said you would marry me?”

“Yes, Spence.”

“Do you actually want to marry me?”

“Yes, Spence.”

“Are you completely and utterly 100% sure about that?”

“Spence.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

[spacedlexi]

I gotta ask, where did Clem get that jacket! Also it would seem like a good choice of upper body wear protection as other than literal metal, it’s a good protection during an apocalypse as leather is one of the toughest materials that someone can wear, which is why bikers wear them.

Anyways, I absolutely love the style and I assume, and correct me if I’m wrong but is that a walking stick in clem’s hand? Also did they craft a second bow or am i just having a brain fart as it has been a while since i last played TWDG, with my main memories usually being Violentine moments.

My final thing is that i love how you put the pin clem gets after going on Violet’s stargazing date? Imma just call it a date. I often see art that don’t really include the pin or just use the orange pin Violet can also give Clem. Amazing art btw! Love how you show that Clem and Violet can both kill you while also being dorks in love.

i think after everything died down with the delta fight, the kids would eventually make their way back there to scavenge for any supplies that survived the explosion. it was a huge boat with enough supplies to last a large group of people a decent amount of time (we know the delta home base isnt exactly close). i think the kids would be able to scavenge quite a bit of stuff, and its where clem picks up the new jacket. ive mentioned it in one of my past replies but i think clem wouldve taken to heart jane telling her that she needs a nice leather jacket for protection. ive also mentioned before that clems s4 jacket being a denim biker jacket made no sense because bikers dont wear leather for nothing... she deserves her cool leather biker jacket. i think she wouldve gotten excited about a find like that

and yes it is a walking stick :) she cant use crutches forever so once the kids make her a prosthetic i think she'd start picking up the habit of collecting a few nice branches as walking sticks. i like to think she'd have one for hanging out around ericson, and one for being outside that she coils barbed wire around (i got the idea from her i think road to survival? model? where they put barbed wire around her crutches and she used them as a weapon i thought that was a cool idea but again she cant use those forever). ALSO i think she'd still remember the story lee told her about his dad using his cane around the store so i think it would give her some form of comfort. i think she'd use her cane around ericsons the same way lees dad did around the drug store

also yes there was another bow at ericsons that both violet and willy have used. violet only used marlons bow a few times shes mostly seen with the other one and it seems when she doesnt have it willy does. im not sure if any other character is shown with it (idr which bow is used when hunting with aasim)

also how could i forget the pin 🥺 i cant Not draw it and im very mindful about it. its just so cute that vi isnt really into arts and crafts but made it for clem anyway 🥺. like did she go back to her room that night and just stay up making it. im sure she couldnt sleep after everything that happened. and with the way shes always so hard on herself for not saving everyone, and when she tells clem she wont let minnie get her (or aj or anyone else), i think the pin is a bit of a symbol of vi being prepared to do whatever she needs to to keep them safe. and i like to give post s4 clem and vi matching pins since it seems to be their Thing

[mueritos]

Matteo! I'm a baby punk still learning about the subculture, and I saw your. post about battle jackets.

I was wondering what a battle jacket is + the significance of it/them in the punk subculture or the alt movement in general.

Hi baby punk! I don't know the complete history of battle jackets within the alt community, but the culture + significance surrounding them is pretty easy to deduce. DIY is huge in the alt scene, as much of the fashion is based around ripping, sewing, and thrifting your own clothing and style to look as rugged and punk as possible. As such, bands would sew patches of their logos, and people would collect them at shows. Eventually, it became a way to show your love for the bands and show to other punks you're within the scene. Because alt culture is synonymous with leftist circles, people started making patches that were about leftist ideas. People continued to be creative with their jackets, like putting needles, pins, spikes, studs, floss, splattering paint, tying bones and chains, etc, to their jackets in order to look more alt. Battle jackets also serve as a signifier of "don't fuck with me", because they can be a way to deter people to get close to you! you'll look scary, but just know that being punk/alt isnt about being scary or mean; it's about loving the subculture, honoring people, and advocating for liberation.

Hope that helped! anyone is welcome to add or on correct me :)

[noritoshiikamo]

peach play

professor geto had received an invitation from a fellow student, his curiosity got the best of him. a part of kamo escort collab, check out the rest of the works from other talented writers. thank you @sukirichi for letting me be part of this! pairing: modern au! professor geto suguru + student/escort fem!reader genre: 18+ smut, minors dni warning: geto is a professor and reader is a sex worker/escort it's not a typical escort, oral (both receiving), food play, geto likes to be called professor, thigh fucking, fingering (female receiving both holes) note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended and english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it. the concept of the playhouse came from a manhwa, iykyk *winkwink* also 4969 words, not me going ham on the keyboard tbh i have no idea what the fuck am i doing so enjoy lol tagging: @sassyeahhhh , @fushigurocockslut, @starsalts , @sakeomi , @miss-ryomen , @lazy10ieiri unofficial part two of the professor series

he didn’t know what he expected when he exited his car. the pavement he stood on was wet from the earlier rain and he looked up to see the bright neon sign with an arrow pointing to the dark alleyway. he shoved his hand into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a black card; his finger ran over the same name as the neon light. the name was in bold, embossed peach lettering, a small huff escaped his lips. he remembered when and exactly who gave him the card, it was last wednesday during one of his philosophy class.

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“and the nature of observation and understanding is at the centre of a problem posited by the 17th-century philosopher, william molyneux. we are all observing the world in not the same way. if you check the next page, he’d articulated the problem in a letter to fellow professional ponderer, john locke.” professor geto tapped the key on his laptop, satisfied that they were on the correct slide, he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the marker, the slight screeching of the marker on the whiteboard didn’t bother him anymore as he scribbled the problem statement. teaching philosophy had become second nature to him. he glanced briefly, caught a glance of the back row where the girl in red sweater was halfway about to slam her face on the table.

“miss y/n?” he called out, ignoring the groan of disappointment from the front row ladies.

suguru had distinguished his students; mostly the girls sitting on the front seat was nothing more than skanks with low grades waiting for the opportunity to seduce him for extra marks. typically, they are his best friend and fellow professor, gojo satoru’s favourite. with their skirts that could barely cover their thighs and the skimpy underwear he could see from the stage when they cross their legs and his association with satoru, he’s not surprised that the ladies were shooting their shot with him. it annoyed him that they are bundling him up with that manwhore professor.

the girl in red sweater was still in same position, head resting on her fist, eyes shut closed. he knew most of his students are part-timer, it’s a rough world to survive in but it doesn’t give them excuse to come to his class and not participate. he let out a harsh breath, capping his marker and crossing his arms back. the tautness of his muscle underneath the white shirt was just feeding the skanks and he bit his cheeks to content his smile.

“miss y/n?”

he watched as her classmates working together to wake up the girl, who startled with a loud huff. “y-yes, professor geto,” her voice came out like a squeak, causing a wave of laughter to echo in the lecture hall. “okay, settle down, children,” suguru stepped in, “rough night, miss y/n? i’d never seen you sleep in my class before.”

“extra shift,” her voice croaked again as she stifled a yawn with the back of her hand.

he shifted his weight on one leg, arms still crossed behind as he fidgeted with the cap of the marker. y/n is one of his favourite brilliant students, sitting among the smartest students in the back of the hall. if he lives for danger and risking catching anything but pokémon like his best friend, he would’ve picked her. he was interested in bringing her into the professors’ bet going on among the faculties, but unlike noritoshi and his pet, suguru has nothing to dangle in front the girl in red sweater. suguru’s a philosophy professor; his brand has always been about thinking outside the line but god, he won’t lie he’s curious of what is inside her sweater.

he smiled, “we were talking about william molyneux and his thinking of how we see the world not in the same way. based on his theory simplified, would a blind person who learned to distinguish basic shapes by touch be able to distinguish those objects when they suddenly received the power of sight?

“no.”

his smile turned into a grin, atta girl, “explain.”

“medical science has debunked that. an experiment was conducted, and the children were to feel a toy block without looking at it. average success rate was just 58 per cent – barely better than chance means mapping touch to sight must be learned. means reality isn’t the same as we thought it is until experienced. but that’s just my opinion.”

he pressed his lips thinly and nodded, satisfied in her answer, “good enough for me, miss y/n.” he stalked to his desk and leaned against it with his arms crossed, “i think we have our next discussion set. does information from one sensation translate to another, or do we only associate them in our minds? prepare an argument of both sides for next week’s class. remain in your last project’s groups, submit your last paper, and get the hell out of my class. see you guys later.”

the quiet lecturer hall was busy, and he watched as one by one of his students left his lecture hall, dropping his assignment on the box by the stage. his brows furrowed. “you’re not leaving?” he watched as a smile grew on the girl’s face. she skipped down the stairs before standing at the bottom of the stage, looking up to him. “i’m sorry i fell asleep,” she said sheepishly, fidgeting with her fingers, “i had to cover someone’s shift so suddenly and i didn’t get enough rest.”

suguru smiled and shrugged, his fingers playing with his collar, “it’s okay. don’t make it a habit.”

she dropped the assignment on the top of the pile before flashing him a wide smile, “will, do professor geto.” he watched intensely as she walked out, the way her tight jeans hugged the curve of her ass was mouth-watering. and the way that professor rolled out of his tongue was delectable. no way that she didn’t know what she was doing to him. he chuckled when he realised, he was standing on the stage of the empty lecture hall with his cock hard in his slack. raking the random strays back off his face he kneeled to collect the assignments, his brows furrowed again when he realised something wedged in y/n’s assignment.

a black business card.

the same business card he was using to get passed the security guard, as he felt the light droplet of rain started to fall again. he ran to the main door, cursing rain that had made him slightly wet. brushing some of it off his hair, he pushed the tinted front door open. the whole structure looked like some small old factory building that had been renovated. the first space was plain, serving as a waiting area. there was a couch on the side and the place’s name plastered on the wall. underneath it was arrows pointing to reception on right and playroom 1,2 and 3 on the left. suguru hesitated, fishing the black card again out of his pocket. the address is the same and the bodyguard allowed his entry after he handed him the card. what kind of place is this? his mind thought.

shrugging his half-wet coat off and draping it over his arm, he made his way to the reception. a girl awaited behind a desk, perked up when she caught a sight of him. “yum,” she said, shamelessly after raking her eyes up and down on his body, “welcome to peach play, how may i be at your service?” her voice was sultry and laced with-what the fuck is she wearing? his eyes couldn’t help but to linger at the way she wore only two-piece lingerie. the bandeau had a heart cut out in front that barely content her breasts and the matching-coloured panties was complimented by a fishnet and a pair of matching heels.

“i was given this, i assume it is an invite?” he placed the black card on the desk.

“lemme take a look for ya.”

he watched in curiosity as the girl’s face died, she looked up at him, “where did you get this?” she asked, her tone was different from her friendly welcoming tone earlier. i can’t tell her that a student of mine gave it to me, his mind panicked.

“someone gave it.”

“what seems to be a hassle around here?”

a man came out from the door behind him, curious with the ruckus from the receptionist. he offered suguru a smile and a curtsy, “welcome to peach play, sir, we are a subsidiary of kamo’s escort services, it’s an honour to have you here. i’m ijichi, the manager. miss lily, what’s seems to be an issue?” the receptionist handed the manager the card, a small smile appeared on his face as he nodded.

“i see. this card belonged to one of our gold escorts. it’s an invitation only so i guess you’re a very lucky member.” he showed suguru the small gold flower at the corner, he didn’t even notice, “please, follow me.” he brought the man to another separate room with an elevator that looks like another waiting room where he was seated. he was handed a form and he couldn’t help but to chuckle at the questions. he completed it with ease and the forms went to ijichi into another’s escort’s hand and she left through the elevator to the 3rd floor.

“peach play is not an escort services per say,” ijichi mentioned out of blues causing the professor to startle. the manager chuckled, “don’t be surprised. kamo’s escort services is what you expected, an escort service. but in peach play, we provided a safe haven where an adult can safely and freely indulge in their sexual plays and endeavors with our escorts. but no intercourses allowed. any degree of physical contact is allowed according to a client’s preference, and every play is conducted between members of same level by levelling up or invite. that’s why miss lily was shocked, gold escorts are allowed only one invitation per year. your card belongs to one of our best gold escorts. she will carter the playroom according to your answers.”

suguru’s mind was no longer in the room, his heart was thumping in his chest and he wished so badly to give his best friend a call. hold on, did gojo has something to do with this? he contemplated. he shook his head mentally, no way this is out of gojo’s league. he startled when he watched another girl approaching him with something in hand. “just some clothes for your play, sir. your playroom is ready. let me escort you.” he left ijichi with a bow and followed the other girl into the elevator. unlike the first girl, this girl was wearing a proper shirt and skirt, not that suguru can’t see her hardened nipped through the white shirt. as expected, the lift stopped at the third floor.

“the changing room is the blue door at the end of the hall. for this play, i would recommend to not wear anything but the given uniform. i’ll be here waiting to escort you to your room and we’ll shall start your play,” the girl gave him a dismissive wave with a wink, pointing to the door at the end of the hall.

he almost couldn’t believe that this is what his student does. not that he’s a prude of anything, it was just so exciting. and to think that it was one of his best students, he berated himself quickly. he’s not walking out of this changing room with a boner, not when he realised the uniform was a thin, white cotton boxer. he could see the outline of his fingers; this thing is next to useless as a cover up if he put it on. stripping out of his clothes, he put on the boxer and stood in front of the mirror. as he expected, he could see the outline of his cock and the happy trail leading down to it. he wondered if he should put his hair up.

there were no robes or towels for him to wear and suddenly he felt conscious. should i just walk out in boxer? he grabbed the doorknob, hesitating before throwing conscious out of the wind. the floor is cold underneath his feet and he quickly joined the earlier girl. “follow me, mr geto. she’s waiting.” unlocking a door, he was immediately greeted by her.

“i’m surprised you took my offer, professor.” the girl in the red sweater is now just a girl in thin, white dress.

“i didn’t know it was an invitation.”

she smiled, crossing her arms behind her, “yet you still come. it’s flattering.”

the girl interrupted them, clearing her throat. she was holding a clipboard now, “i’ve seen you’re familiar with one of our escorts,” she asked geto who was quick to blush. “uh, yeah.”

“don’t worry. whatever your relationship outside of peach play doesn’t matter, we don’t discriminate. today you’ll be our number 79-44 trial play. since miss y/n is one of our gold escorts, she had requested for the play to be just between you two. what better ways for you two to get to know each other right? please, enter the room through that door and i will explain the game.”

geto was first to enter the room, followed by her. the room was smaller than the waiting room, there was camera on the floor and ceilings, it was making him uneasy. he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to see her. she offered him a reassuring smile, she explained that “it’s just a security camera, what happened in this room, remained between us and the watchwomen. so don’t worry.” there was table with a large bowl of blue liquid.

“you have 15 minutes to paint each other’s bodies. it must be on the skin, not on the clothes so feel free to explore your options. further instruction will be given after the timer end. you may start now.” a timer appeared on the screen.

suguru turned to look at the girl who seemed unfazed. “right, so this is what you do that caused you to be sleepy in my class?” he asked jokingly, unsure how to approach the subject. she offered him a smile and shrugged, “why? would you have not come if you know i’m a sex worker?” he shook his head. she strutted to him, pushing him off balance. his eyes widened in fear as he stumbled only to fall on a chair. where did th-the chair came from?

“good, i’m looking forward to have fun, professor. so, relax and enjoy,” she dragged the table closer, quickly dipping her fingers in the paint. straddling him, her blue coated finger traced his lips. his eyes were so fixated on her mouth, he could see a sliver of her tongue jutting out as she focused. he let out a soft gasp when her fingers run down his neck. “don’t be shy, professor, you can touch-” she giggled, grabbing his wrist, dipping it in the bowl of paint, “me.” she gasped when he was quick to slip his hand underneath her dress, the feeling of his cold hand coated with paint on her breasts had her rolling her eyes.

he massaged it slowly, with fascination as the paint seeped through the material of her dress, exposing her. the way her breath quickened, her breast heaving in his palm and the way she looked on him with her lidded eyes, he was more turned on that expected.

“you look pretty,” he mumbled, and she could only laugh.

“thank you, professor, you look fine yourself, it was getting tiring to try to keep imagining how you look under the shirts,” her lips ghosted over his own, he didn’t dare to move, he was curious of what her next move is. he couldn’t complain when she didn’t kiss him, instead she pulled back, pulling the bunched-up end of her dress over her head, throwing it aside. she sat on his laps; head lolled to the side with glob of paint slobbered all over her chest.

he wondered if the paint is edible, eyeing the droplet of paint sitting so inviting on her hardened nub.

removing his hands, he dipped his hand back into the paint before trailing the paint between her breasts, she kept her eyes trained on him as his fingers ghosted over her belly, her shaved mound and down between her slits. her breath caught in her throat as she felt his professor’s fingers resting firmly on her clit. “don’t get wet too fast,” he chuckled, gently rolling the swollen clit between his fingers, “the paint will disappear.” she braced herself by grabbing his shoulder, surprised to see ink on his back. leaning forward to press a kiss on his shoulder, she was awed by the full dragon tattoo etched on his back. “professor, i didn’t know you have a tattoo,” she cooed against his ears, half moaning as she pressed a kiss on the shell of his ear. her fingers desperately traced the inked skin, leaving trails of blue paint on it. and when geto slipped his hand further, she dug her nails on his back, both moaned simultaneously.

“you have no idea how much i want to fuck you dumb right now.”

she clicked her tongue, a playful smile on her lips as she brushed it against his, “that’s not the rules, professor, you don’t wanna be bad, don’t you?” he swallowed her moans and her inviting tongue in his mouth. his fingers rubbing along her wet slits, he wasn’t sure if it is from the paint or is it from her own dripping cunt. his fingers kept slipping and when he slipped again, this time his two fingers went knuckle deep in her cunt. she was overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion, her legs trembled as she cried out, muttering desperately how his fingers made her feel so good. how she has been fantasized about his massive hands down the table under her skirt fingerfucking her as he taught her the new theory.

“come, you’re not painting enough of me. you’re just panting like a bitch in heat.”

he grunted, pulling both of them up. she whined at the lost feeling of his fingers, both paint and her arousal fluid dripped down her thighs. in excitement, he placed her back in front of the floor camera, using his own leg to keep her legs apart. they finally kissed, her earlier painting of his face now is slobbering around her chin and lips. her hand laced in his long, luscious black hair, pulling him closer, her burning loins rubbing against his taut leg. his hands earlier dipped in paint so with her distracted by his kiss, he landed the hands on her ass. the mounds jiggled; blue printed on her skin. “i can’t help it,” he smirked against her lips, his cheekiness had warmed up, he was no longer shy like before. dipping in the paint again, he had her leaning on his chest as he let the paint flew down the valley of her ass, spreading the cheeks apart for the camera to catch the paint dripping down her puckered hole and down to her cunt. he dipped his hand from behind, with two fingers shoved up her cunt, he had his thumb toying around her tight puckered hole. by the change of her expression, clearly, she had never gotten it.

“is that okay?” he asked, gently rubbing the paint against her hole.

she whined, clutching on the fingers that was still fucking her, “be my guest, professor.”

with the amount of paint dripping and then her own fluid, it was easy for his finger to slip in her ass. he watched in fascination as the distraught look on her face turned into pleasure as she was grinding herself on his fingers. “look at you mewling for my fingers up your ass, look at me and tell me does it feels good?” his finger traced her jaw, a simple jerk has her looking up to him, nodding like a good little dog. freeing himself from the boxer, he pushed her away and nudged to the paint. his cock sprung out, hard and leaking precum. she swallowed the lump in her throat as she eyed at the length, with her paint dripping hands, she was shocked to realise that it required both of her hands to fully covered him with the paint. he threw his head back, his hand reaching for her breasts as she jerked his cock in her hand. they enjoyed it for a while before he stopped her, putting both of her hands on his shoulder. “close your legs tighter,” he commanded as he slipped the cock along the slit, the tip of his cock rested neatly along the valley of his ass.

“professor!” her eyes widened at the sudden thrusts, she was about to complain until she felt the cock withdrew, feeling the veiny ridges of his cock brushing against her clit and slamming right back in. “fuck, professor harder please, it feels so good,” she whimpered, eyes back as the feeling of his unconventional thigh fucking had turned her on. oh, how she was desperately wishing that his cock would’ve slipping into her cunt.

“does that feel good?” he nuzzled into the side of her face, licking the sweats off her face, both hands squeezing and spreading apart her cheeks as the camera gobbled up the view of his cock slipping in and against the valley of her butt. they were deep into their kiss, enjoying the feeling of skins against each other when a loud beep interrupted them. heavy heartedly, he pulled away from the kiss, watching the girl gasping for air, his own chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.

“sorry to kill the fun. but your 15 minutes is up. ready for your new instruction?”

“yes,” she wiped some of the paint of her nose off, “what’s next?”

“if you realised, the paint tasted sweet, it’s edible. whoever manage to clean the most paint off their partner is the winner. the only rule is you’re only allowed to use your tongue. you have 15 minutes to complete the task. your time starts now.”

the timer beeped and she squealed as a force pushed her against the wall. “suguru!” her eyes widened to see him kneeling on the floor, his breath ghosting over her dripping cunt. he looked up with the mischievous look on his face, “that’s not how you address your professor. and i’m here to win, so if you don’t mind-” the tip of his tongue lapped the mound, “i’ll have the first bite.”

she let out a loud moan, clutching desperately on his hair as he lapped on her cunt. the mix of her fluid and the sweet paint was intoxicating, he could not stop slurping it up, his tongue running along the slits. it was easy for him to clean her up as she got wetter and wetter. looking up to her, he motioned her to come closer, holding out two fingers. licking her own lips, she accepted the inviting fingers into her warm mouth, his free hand tightened the grip on her ass. the feeling of her warm mouth around his fingers, her sweet fluid down his chin made him dizzy in pleasure.

he could feel the throbbing of his own neglected cock. he continued his endeavor, licking the sticky fluid off her thighs and calves and back up. he wasn’t shy to spread her ass apart ensuring both holes were spotless. her breath was getting more erratic and by the trembling of her legs and the way her voice shakily called for her professor, he knew she was about to cum.

“m’cumming, please please please,” she cried, head thrown back with his hand around her throat.

it took one more lick for his student to come undone, shaking on his face as his tongue readily caught her sweet nectar, tracing her entrance with the tip of his pointy tongue. giving one last slurp, he fell back, grinning as he watched her came down from her high, chuckling. “it’s your turn, miss y/n,” he nudged to his aching cock, excitement flickered in his eyes as he watched her on her knees. he fought the urge to slam her head down his cock when her tongue traced the bulbous tip, revealing the pink tip underneath.

“you’re a fucking tease,” he hissed below his breath, watching as the girl chuckled, the tip of her tongue traced down to the base leaving a strip of cleaned area. she kept her hands active on herself, rubbing her clit. her little hums, and moans against the base of his cock was torturous. she didn’t miss the balls, enjoying the way his eyes darkened when she got closer to her cock only to ignore it.

“you’re getting too tense, professor. why don’t you relax?” she teased.

he drew in a long breath, observing patiently as her mouth enveloped his tip. head thrown back and he couldn’t help but to grab the back of her head, gently guiding her down his cock. she was relaxed, enjoying it as much as he is as she completely bottomed out on him. strings of curses escaped suguru’s lips as he felt her throat tightening around his length, her tongue squirming flat against his length. she pulled out, her saliva dripping down her chin with a single string connecting her swollen lips to his aching cock.

just like that, fuck your throat feels so good, move around it, that’s it, baby, his words gurgled out rapidly as she started to move down.

she made it felt so good around his length, not even a gag as she traced the ridges, and accommodating his whole length even without her hand. the humming of her lips around his tips, rapid breathing, and the urgency of her fingers around her clit made him realised she was about to come again.

his hand palmed her chest, ignoring the painting smearing on his hand, ignoring their actual objective, he just wanted her to feel as good as he is. “come on, rub faster i want to see your cum with my cock in your mouth,” he cooed, watching her pretty face contorted in pleasure; he’d never seen someone looks so beautiful as they came undone, especially with a cock between their lips. he could feel his own knot tightened in his belly and his grip to the back of her head became more painful for her. she increased her pace, deep throating herself on his thick length ignoring the blurry waterline and painful jaws. she rested her hands on his tensed thighs. the sound of his moans and squelching wet noise of her throat around his cock echoed the room and soon he was moaning her name in repeat.

“hnggh ahh, fuck fuck fuck-m’cumming,” he moaned, pushed her head lowered and holding her down as spurts of his thick warm cum filled up her throat. she hummed happily, eyes back enjoying the full feeling of his cum in her mouth, bobbing her head gently as she continued to milk him up. his dick was clean from both paint and cum when she pulled back. his eyes widened in excitement as her head lolled to the side innocently, showing off her clean tongue.

“you’re unbelievable,” his hand grabbed her by the jaw, pulling her into his arms for a kiss as they fell back on the floor.

the timer buzzed.

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“how does it feel to win?”

suguru didn’t need to turn around to recognize the voice. he listened to the shut of the door, focusing on the cigarette between his lips as he lighted it up, pocketing the lighter in his jacket. they stood in front of the door, watching as the drizzling of rain kissed the earth. he glanced to his side, the girl in red sweater stood beside him fully clothed now, her bag slung over one of her shoulder. he took a long drag, watching as puff of smoke escaped his lips and he shrugged, a small smile on his lips.

“it was fun. but not satisfying enough,” she rolled her eyes, the cigarette exchanged hands as she took a drag of it. “oh, what was lacking? was the playroom wasn’t satisfactory enough to your preference?”

“more like i want to fuck the best gold escort of peach play," they shared a smile, "anyway, how many points do i need to collect?” she couldn’t help but to smile at his genuine serious question.

with the cigarette hung loosely on her lips, she reached for her pocket, pulling out the same black card. what different about the card was his name etched at the back of it. she slipped the card in his pants’ pocket, his breath hitched when her warm hand squeezed his cock through the pocket. “guess you have to start collecting points to find out, professor,” his ear warmed up to the feeling of her exhale. he smirked, their faces were so close, the tension was thick he could cut it with a knife. one last drag, she slipped the cigarette back between his lips and winked.

“see you in class on monday, professor. looking forward for the discussion!”

her words echoed as she made a dash in the rain, he chuckled and threw the stub on the floor, stepping on in as he followed her trails.

she was long gone, but the ghostly feeling of her tongue against his cock lingered as he unlocked the car. for the first time, he couldn’t wait for monday to come.