#i miss being on this blog i am just. Lazy lol

[survivalhunterangus]

ooc. tryin to work on daily challenges for april 2023 :> hopefully will have it posted in either feb or march? and i'll try to get stuff backlogged for then too lol

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

i am relatively new to this fandom and your brainrots just make my day.^-^ thank you so much for writing these. :)

anyway my request is this : this is like years into the relationship , so like how do the m6 keep things like spicy and romantic .(cuz things are bound to get a little predictable and bland when you are years in the relationship) or do they even try to stay romantic and try new exciting things like maybe they like the comfort, predictableness and security in knowing their partner like back of their hand .

i would be very grateful if u could write smthg with this prompt . i just love your writing . thanks <3 <3

The Arcana Mini-HCs: Keeping things fresh

~ written relationally because this is a PG-13 blog lol ~

Julian: he enjoys the mundane moments because they're exactly the thing he grew up craving and missing in life. that said, he's always down to go to the same place together and "meet for the first time", introducing himself to you as the local doctor and asking you out

Asra: if there's one thing to describe how they function, it's "predictably unpredictable." the only thing set in stone is how totally in love with you he is - stuff gets shaken up every couple months. this includes (but is not limited to) trips together, spontaneous dates, etc

Nadia: one of the people more likely to accidentally end up in a rut, if only because she gets caught up in work and she's content with simply having you by her side. always quick to remedy it if you point it out, taking up to a week off for another yacht honeymoon

Muriel: he likes predictability. he doesn't get bored from the same day-to-day life, if only because each day is another opportunity to discover another new thing about you. and then explore it. you have a new interest? he's picking up an adjacent hobby to enjoy side-by-side

Portia: if anything, the struggle in your relationship is holding onto routine when she spends half her life on a boat as Vesuvia's emissary. sneaking off and exploring a foreign capital happens every couple months, the precious moments are lazy mornings in the cottage

Lucio: as long as you two are journeymen, your relationship with each other is going to be the most stable part of your life. even if you two had a "normal" life, his restlessness and inventiveness would always have you on your toes. hey, do you want to try being nocturnal?

[respondedinkind]

Quick (long) update.

|| I know I haven't been around in a hot minute, thought I'd give a quick update.

Sorry for vanishing like this, life has been a little wild recently; I started therapy a few weeks ago, next to me finding joy in a new game where I slipped into the fandom (rather hard lol) and realized that I am, right now, much happier with doing art and creating fics rather than RPing.

This might sound a little odd to some - but the thing is, my brain simply doesnt hold enough energy to do *all* the creative things I want to do. For example: RPing is incredibly fun but also *incredibly exhausting*, and whenever I put a lot of time into RPing, I am literally unable to do art or write fics. It's taking so much of my creative-energy-meter that it's empty quick, leaving me with being frustrated as I don't really get to create anymore.

So I decided to pursue creating art as well as writing fics for now, which means I basically vanished from RP tumblr in return. I know this might be frustrating to some - especially my writing partners - and I want to apologize for that, for said frustration I might have caused.

But it is what it is, and I am not going to change much about it anytime soon. I am actually feeling rather happy about being able to do art, write fics, and *not* worry about writing replies and possibly making partners wait. It's a sort-of-pressure that I've taken off of my own shoulders...

Which is needed right now as I, as mentioned, also started therapy. It's going to be a journey, and I was just diagnosed with general anxiety as well as depression (which could actually be a 'double-depression' on top of it, means it is a chronic depression as well as an 'episodic depression'). It feels... incredibly relieving, in a way, to finally have an official diagnosis and to know that yes, something IS going on with me, I am not just crazy in my head and/or lazy. However, the whole therapy-thing is only going to get harder from here on and I am already working on things that have been talked about, think about them in my head, work with what I have realized about myself and try to handle it.

I do have a whole diagnose-session going on in August for ADHD / Autism as well, which will *also* require a good chunk of my energy. So yeah, things are happening.

Long story short: I decided to put my priorities elsewhere for now, for my own mental health's sake, and my happiness. Reducing stress was *needed*, especially since I am only going to be more stressed while working on me, on my diagnosis, and on all the problems I finally want to be able to figure out and address, possibly solve. ---Something also happened in my private life a couple of months ago that basically, let's call it 'triggered', my sudden energy to finally ask for help after trying to handle everything for literal decades. So yeah. It's been a yeah so far lol.

I want to thank each and every single one of you for having been with me, RPed great stories, formed companionships over weeks and months; I won't delete this blog nor do I plan to 'archive it'. I'll just leave it like this and maybe, who knows, I will return to it (and my other blogs) at some point. I just don't want to put stress on me as in 'I will come back in x day / months', I'll just see where life takes me and when I find the energy to be here again, I will.

I love Khan, love Stephen, love Bones. I haven't lost my love for them, my attention is just elsewhere. (Including that cute game I have been playing, falling in love with some characters...)

I wish you all the best, sending you lots of vibes, happy thoughts, my eternal gratitude and some strength for whatever you need to deal with in your life. Remember that you are loved, that your thoughts are valid, that you are worth it. ♥

-waves-

PS: I do miss you, the people I formed friendships with. I miss you, our RPs, our conversations. In case we have been interacting much on here, but not actually exchanged other ways of staying connected besides tumblr - discord, for example - you are absolutely allowed to hit me up and I'll give you my discord. ♥

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Here's a potential little prompt for Casey! Use as you see fit, or delete if you don't see fit! lol :)

Who am I?

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Ramsey

Category: fluffy angst

Rating: PG

Word count: 401

Warnings: mentions of mental health

Summary: Casey is due to have baby Hudson in about six weeks and she is already starting to feel some of the loss of identity that occurs when a child is born. As a pre baby Mother’s Day present, Ethan tries to ease some of Casey’s concerns

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Author’s note: thank you to @jerzwriter for not only sending me this prompt but for also hosting a Mother’s Day event for which this is a submission for.

The identity change that happens when we welcome a young one and the changes around that are real and it affects people differently.

☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️

Mothers Day 2025

It was six weeks until they were due to meet baby Hudson. The pregnancy was a wanted surprise and thankfully, aside from some morning sickness, the pregnancy had been relatively trouble free. Casey had clearance to work up until 36 weeks gestation. Casey had already begun handing over some of her duties to Aurora Emery, who was going to be the team leader whilst she was on leave. Tobias was also helping out where he could also.

Despite everything going well, Casey could not help but start to feel the gravity of the changes that baby Hudson was going to bring to their lives, especially hers. It was humbling that she soon there was going to be this tiny human who will be completely dependant on her. She was looking forward to being a mum but the thoughts of the loss of identity that came with that were starting to haunt her. Despite reassurances from her friends, the team, Harper and Ethan, she could not help but feel that who she was now, Dr Casey Ramsey would be lost.

Ethan was already at a lost with what to say or do, at least without coming off as condescending. So he got to searching. Even though Hudson was not born yet, he still wanted to do something, to celebrate the upcoming milestone for them. He was looking at coffee mugs, he did not know fully why, they both had several anyway but one caught his eye.

“It’s Miss, Ms. Mrs

Dr.

Actually”

Written on the side. He ordered it thinking that it would be a cute and useful reminder that she will always be Dr Casey Ramsey.

Mother’s Day came and Ethan made her breakfast. He brought it to her in bed. He then gave her the box with the mug inside. Casey opened it, having no idea what it was and she the mug, chuckled and then hugged Ethan.

“No one can take away the title of Doctor, not even our son. You will soon be a mother but you will never stop being a Doctor.” Says Ethan.

Casey kisses him sweetly.

“Thank you Ethan, I am sure I will need reminding of this but thank you.”

They spent a lazy morning in bed before heading out to lunch and both were excited that this time next year they would have someone else to celebrate Mother’s Day with.

Authors note: hooray I was able to keep it to Drabble length for the Mother’s Day Drabble event.

Casey did need to be reminded several times in the first year of Hudson’s life that she was still a doctor, not just a mum.

Tagging: @jerzwriter @jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd @cariantha @potionsprefect @liaromancewriter @bex-la-get @crazy-loca-blog @a-crepusculo @alj4890 @zealouscanonindeer @youlookappropriate @tessa-liam @schnitzelbutterfingers @binny1985 @lucy-268 @openheartfanfics @choicesficwriterscreations

[megamindsecretlair]

20 Questions for Writers

Thank you for the tag @nerdieforpedro this was just the kick in the pants I needed to get more organized. LOL

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I started on Tumblr and I'm new to AO3 and have been too lazy to copy and paste all that LOL. I have 6 fics on AO3 and 65 on Tumblr, not counting individual series.

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

I'm........a little embarrassed to say lol. But it is 500,516. Oh chilleee, why though lmfaooooo. Listen, something unlocked in me with these fics and all these wonderful responses to my writing, okay?! I missed my teenage angsty fanfic years and I'm speedrunning through it for now okay?! Okay, I'll go hide now.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I started with Marvel but I've somehow morphed into a blog for gorgeous, gorgeous Black men who don't get nearly enough love. A sprinkling of white men. And a dash of Pedro and hopefully, Oscar because Moon Knight is my whole heart and I need him biblically.

4. Top Five fics by kudos:

WHEW. Going through Tumblr for this was ROUGH. Ya'll lucky my brain had time today.

You Understand Me Now : This had the highest notes of all my fics. And I keep getting asks to do more similar to this. But what ya'll looking for in this one?????

Sprung : I am surprised!! Out of all my Tyrone fics, I did not expect this to be so high. It was my first request and my first shy girl fic. Special place in my heart frfr.

Mr. Black, Part 1 : Nothing is more fun than watching the notes trickle down the further along in the series it is lol. Further proof that I write these for ME. But anywhooooo, I think this collectively unlocked something in all of us lol.

What's Your Favorite Scary Movie? : Lissen, it was spooky month, it was a full moon, I was FERAL for Ghostfast smut okay??!! I am actually surprised this is so high up and it's not more Tyrone on this list LOL

Runaway Lover, Part 1 : I did not expect to turn this into a mini-series, but here we are LOL. I can't deny ya'll nothing! This definitely stretched some muscles for me and I enjoyed challenging myself. Probably one of the few fics I just let flow and stopped berating myself for how long it was.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely! I love engaging with people and every single comment fills me with so much joy. I make every effort to respond to comments!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

OOF, the most??? Probably.....Through the Fire with Franklin Saint. That one still hurts ME to this day LOL.

Through the Fire

7. What is the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

Jeez, all my endings are pretty happy?? I can't really single any one out for being the most happy. I like happy couples round here.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope (and I knocked on wood). Thankfully everyone has been really kind and sweet about my work. It overwhelms me every single time.

9. Do you write smut?

All day, every day. I am a whore disguised as a barely functioning member of society LOL. I am a whore trapped in a slut wrapped up in a floosy. I am the slutty version of a Matryoshka, or Russian nesting dolls lmfaoooo.

10. Craziest Crossover?

Hmmmm, I haven't done any crazy crossovers yet. I should remedy that. That sounds like hella fun.

11. Have you ever have a fic stolen?

Nope, thank the LORDT. (I knocked on wood) Not that I've seen and no one has told me that it's been stolen. I take comfort in knowing that I am but a tiny island in the sea that is Tumblr and ain't nobody trynna steal my silly little stories. This is not an invitation, don't be an ass and steal. I will give you advice, I will teach you to write, I will read over your writing, whatever. Stealing is some basic bitch shit.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, not that I know of. It'd be interesting to see someone try to translate nigga or half the shit I say LOL.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have not but that sounds interesting! I have a teensy *coughalotlikealotalot* control issue, so it'd be interesting to see if my writing style meshes well with someone else.

14. All time favorite ship?

OOOOOF, this is hard. I just don't vibe with a lot of ships. Because these writers always break them up anyway. I like SydCarmy and Kanthony at the moment.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I pretty much finish (shut up lol) all my fics. There's a lot that I want to write but nerves or time does not permit. I'd die to write some Frank Castle, Dean Winchester, Matthew Lillard, Benedict Bridgerton....basically the folks on my white men roster. But they get enough attention.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Strengths?????! You want me to praise myself?? Nerdie, how could you LOL. But ummm......I think I do well with dialogue and chemistry. I feel like each reader is uniquely situated for each fic. I can write a lot, like too much at times.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I SUCK at descriptions. Lordt, that's my weakest point. Always has been lol. I be like sheeit, idk, they in a room getting busy, what more do you want from me??? LOL

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I like it and I respect it from other writers. Lends an extra layer of authenticity. But I do personally dislike when the translations are at the bottom of the fic. I'm not scrolling back and forth and by the time I get to the end, I done forgot what the hell it was supposed to be lol.

19. First Fandom you wrote in?

Marvel. Started with Loki. My love, my precious love. He started it all for me.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

No, I shan't shut up about Once Upon a December LOL. It's my favorite dammit. It's a sweet, gothic, romance from Prince Bucky. Like he can be my prince any fuckin' day.

This was fun and definitely learned some things about myself lol.

No pressure tags: @umber-cinders @harmshake @multiversefanfics @just4shyt3z @j0kers-light @slippinninque

[josukespimphand]

I've been meaning to watch Jujutsu Kaisen. What got you watching? I just finished season one of Delicious in Dungeon.

Ahhh I’ve been watching/ reading it since the first season! I originally got into JJK because of Gojo… I didn’t even know who he was but I remember scrolling on twitter and seeing someone with a cropped closeup of Gojo’s face from vol. 4? But I remember being too shy to ask this person who he was/ what series was he from lol. I remember seeing the art and thinking “not to sound weird but I really love how this guys teeth is drawn…” and so, I reversed image searched the drawing and wala!

This was a few months before S1 had even gotten announced, too. I remember pulling up the manga and reading a few pages and not getting all that far (I was being lazy tbh.) but then, the anime had gotten announced and I was like “wait, isn’t this the series that I just found out about a couple of months ago??? It looks fun :0!!!” But even then, I still hadn’t started on reading it until after the second episode was released lmfao.

I actually ended up binging the manga in one night and at the time, there were only about 50ish chapters available so I was literally fiending for more if I’m being real 😭… I was so crazwkskakal. I wasn’t too nuts about Gojo originally (I was definitely a FAN but I remember being so normal about him during S1’s original run lmfao. The things I’ve said about that man… I’m a Gojo girl unfortunately….. I’m still kind of normal about him though. He’s a very well written character and deserves all of the love he gets as a character kakakak. It’s so easy to like him!

I do tend to stay away from fandoms in general (I’ve done this ever since I’d started to use social media) but especially regarding the fans of the stuff I actually enjoy. Outside of the classics like Naruto (always in my heart…) and such, I haven’t really enjoyed a new age shounen and series this much with my whole heart since JJBA (not new age but you get it) and if you’ve been following this blog for a while then you must know that I used to be such a huge fan of it! (I still am but I’ve calmed down… I miss it a whole lot actually. I still have to catch up with JoJolands… haven’t gotten that far tbh.)

DM is fun but I haven’t gotten all that far into the manga (only ever read the first chapter and that was years ago) but I watched the first 12 or so episodes and I really enjoyed them! Haven’t looked back (it’s hard to keep up with anime… and the fans make me not want to interact with it as much tbh…. JJK is diff since i genuinely adore it and I don’t interact with the fans at all anyway outside of a few mutuals/friends and I pretend everything else doesn’t exist 😭…… JJK fans are so 👎🏾 but I’m already invested so it’s a little too late for me to turn back 🫨.)

[dearweirdme]

Hi Rain, how are you? We are always talking about taekook and I tend to forget that there is a person behind the blog lol😂. How's work? How's 2024 treating you so far? How ate you coping with the absence from both Tae and Jk?

I'm feeling so unmotivated. I'm currently doing my master's and working, and I feel so burned out. So lazy...I just want my mom lol🥲. I just found out that my best friend and ex-boyfrend have been dating for over a year mind you this was my first love...I had hopes that we would get back together lol and I honestly don't know what to do...

Hi anon!

What a lovely ask! Thanks for checking up on me 😊. I've been well. Real busy atm with some private stuff (all good things thankfully). Work is going great as well. 2024 has been good so far and I hope it will continue to be so.

While my personal live has been basically unaffected by Tae and Jk enlisting, I do still have these moments where I miss them so much. It's not constant, but it's definitely there. I find myself thinking about them not having seen each other for almost two months now. I find mysef wondering how they are doing. They have been with us so much, and just the knowing that we can't expect a live from them at any time is... I don't know the exact word, but maybe it's best described as an emptiness. I've not been able to watch much old footage yet, but my busy times will be over in a bit and I'll probably start rewatching stuff then.. just to get a dose of BTS and Taekook😊. So yeah.. enlistment sucks!

Aside from that.. fandom has been all over the place and it's been bugging the hell out of all of us I think. I think all members being gone has left Army without a central point to balance us out. So yeah... enlistment sucks!

I am so sorry to hear about your heartbreak. Just know, that if he does't choose you, he is not the one for you. You deserve someone who chooses you. You deserve a friend who doesn't go behind your back. No matter how much you still loved him, he is not worth it if he doesn't love you back. It hurts now, but you will eventually find peace with it and better things and better people will come into your life. I can imagine how you feel right now, I've been through my share of heartbreak and it can be real tough. Your life is your own though, try not to let those two people who have treated you badly take over. Their bad behavior towards you is not a reflection of who you are as a person. Make yourself your priority. So... don't do anything about this situation except take good care of yourself and try to mend your broken heart. You don't need people like that in your life, because you will not be able to trust either of them. Focus on the future anon, you will do just fine 💜.

[arcanavoid]

About Dorian

I've been seeing a lot of people talking about Dorian recently, from drama to just being disappointed in them, so I wanted to give my two cents on them

But I also don't want to be a ranty blog so I'm gonna keep this below a cut. I'm also tired and about to go to bed so probably shouldn't be making this lol.

Dorian is Wonderful, its a great concept but sadly not too well executed.

The last I checked (since I had to delete Dorian for space) they haven't made new content for the Arcana, the most they did were side stories that were poorly received but then they started uploading the routes kind of directly from the Arcana app.

A lot of criticism I've seen and also a lot of Arcana content coming from Dorian I've seen has all been about stories made by the fans and not the actual Dorian team. So a lot of what people are saying about the characters being off is true just not what they're saying about the Dorian team themselves.

Yes, surprisingly, fans constantly misrepresent characters. I was just talking about this with my friend but people always seem to dumb Julian down to a "horny hack doctor who doesn't know what a medical school is" and Asra always seems to be reduced to a "lazy calm guy bro dude" or "horny enby who cant show a spec of gender" whereas other characters are also miss-characterized Asra and Julian being the most popular means its more noticeable with them.

I haven't consumed any Dorian fan stories but I have consumed content in other ways and this is my general consensus of the Arcana fandom.

So seeing people harshly criticizing Dorian and people making fan content on the app for being out of character seems very hypocritical.

I'm not saying don't point it out and be like “Man! That seems a bit out of character maybe try this response instead!”. I am saying not to harass people over a mistake that accidentally slipped through a totally fanmade project.

When in doubt just... Click off the story, maybe send a quick dm being like "Yo! Fyi I think there's a mistake here!" but just stop hating on Dorian and the fans making stories for what I assume is free. Treat this like ao3

Now if it does come out that the Dorian team is making more stories off-character or they are blatantly erasing character aspects then yeah we have reason to complain. But for now, they're a relatively new app and are simply trying to get their bearings, the Arcana App didn't use to be as pretty and polished as it is now so we just need to give the team time.

It does suck that they are shoving Dorian down the Arcana Apps throat...

[thepuckishrogue]

Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: What You Want, What You Need

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | f!reader | m!reader ||

|| javier m.list | rdr m.list | writing blog ||

↠ Requested By: The absolutely unreal levels of thirst I have for this man ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: So very NSFW ((is2g, if I see any minors interacting with my stuff it’s ~on sight~)) ↠ Chronology: In the here and now because it’s a Modern AU ↠ CWs/TWs: There a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (Reader receiving), jealous Javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking (Reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (Reader receiving). For a complete and more detailed listing see the note below the cut. And if I missed anything, please let me know!! ↠ Betas? Lmaoooooo… ↠ Total WC: 7.5k~

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.” “You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

A Modern AU in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. In return Javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.

He’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao

‼ PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM NO LONGER POSTING NEW WORKS TO THIS ACCOUNT ‼

The only reason I’m putting the GN version on here is because it doesn’t make sense to break them up. If you want to keep up with my work, head over to my writing blog, linked above. ((that’s where the link for my rdr m.list will take you, btw))

Anyways! Sorry it took me so long to write this. I have no excuse aside from being lazy and not wanting to cringe my way through reading my old writing lol.

Also! I’m trying something new, as far as translations go. Instead of having them all at the top of the post, they’re now directly under the paragraph they appear in. Imo this makes for an easier read, but if it’s having the opposite effect let me know; if enough people are having problems with it I’ll go back to the old format.

((also, also—I’m naught but a basic ass English speaker and thusly all translations are still internet-sourced, so if they’re wrong please refrain from coming for me lol))

💦 Tags: Reader uses they/them pronouns || Reader has ambiguous anatomy || Reader is POC friendly || M!dom/sub dynamics (with Reader being a low-key bratty sub until they sweeten up) || public teasing, but make it ~sexy~ (Javi receiving) || fingering (Reader receiving) || orgasm denial (Reader receiving) || penetrative sex (Reader receiving) || rough treatment/sex (tho not overly so) || one SARCASTIC use of “daddy/papi” || lots of pet names (including that “good baby” type beat, Reader receiving) || Reader purposefully making Javi jealous (in a playful, non-toxic way lol) || Charles is an accomplice in the aforementioned foolishness (there’s an… implied understanding there*) || naturally that means there’s a certain level of exhibitionism but it’s all R-rated stuff || arm binding via a scarf (Reader receiving) || light choking (Reader receiving) || lots of praise (Reader receiving b/c that’s Javi’s jam) || voice kink stuff (goes both ways) || ((write that off to OP being a self-indulgent shit once again lol)) || orgasm control (Reader receiving)

*So basically after fucking around Reader finds out that Javi’s not one to be teased after he winds them up only to leave them wanting. Reader, wanting to get back at him for not finishing the job, utilizes one of their mutual friends (Charles) to stoke a little jealousy, but I swear it’s not as toxic as it sounds lmao. It’s less about actually making him jealous and more about fraying his ironclad sense of control by triggering his possessive streak… Which, okay, still sounds bad I suppose, but there’s being possessive and then there’s being possessive in a hella toxic way; Javi is the latter. What’s more it’s implied that the three of them have an understanding of sorts, so it’s all in good fun.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?” ((my love))

Yes, your body screams as his hand works against your center, the drag of his callouses creating a delicious friction with every pass over the hot, sodden flesh. Your hands grip at his shoulders, hard and nearly tight enough to bruise, as you grind up into his touch.

You know you must look thoroughly debauched right now—head thrown back to expose more of your neck to his care, lips slightly parted under pants and half-formed curses, skin flushed and sweat-slick, and eyelids weighed down by the weight of your lust—and that’s saying nothing of the state of your clothes. Items have been hastily tugged and rearranged to get the most needed parts exposed in the quickest amount of time possible. You clearly look like you’re in the process of being ravished, but Javier…

The man couldn’t be more put together if he tried.

There’s not a hair out of place, and despite the desperate hold you have on his shirt, the damn thing hasn’t even so much as wrinkled. The only sign that he’s even the least bit affected by all of this is the tent in his pants and the desire that darkens his gaze, but you suppose that’s to be expected. If he wasn’t so damnably good at keeping his composure you wouldn’t have bothered with doing the things that have led you to this moment.

An ‘accidental’ brush of your fingers against his crotch, whispered filth as you casually rested your weight against his back, the instant transformation of a simple spoon into something far more erotic once it passed your lips—nothing was off limits, not when you were so hell-bent on breaking him. It’s all consensual, this game the two of you play. Sometimes the teasing is mutual, other times it skews a bit more against one of you, but the end goal is always the same: to bring the other so close to the edge that they willingly hurl themselves over it.

Today’s party had been the perfect excuse to indulge in a bit of play, and your man had been all too willingly to serve himself up as prey. This, of course, was due to the fact that he was more than confident in his victory. The thrill of the challenge was the only thing that gave the get-together any allure; sure, Karen and Sean do hold the crown for best house parties in your friend group, but you’re not always sure that they’re worth the (usually hangover induced) headache.

You’d brought you’re A-game, starting with wearing an ensemble that you know he couldn’t resist. His mind had clearly gone blank when you first emerged from the bedroom, though he quickly rearranged his face into something cavalier before telling you to “–get your cute ass in the car so we can get gone.” Your fingers played along the inseam of his pants for the entire length of the ride, but aside from an initial arching of his brow he was annoyingly nonplussed. You had stepped things up considerably once you were inside, but despite essentially giving a plastic spoon a blowie (just out of view of an unsuspecting Arthur and Lenny) the man hadn’t done so much as smirk in your direction.

After a good twenty minutes got you nothing but an ache between your own thighs you finally gave up and decided to try to enjoy the party. With a cup of something mixed and fruity in hand you headed off to join your friends, but before you could make your way into the living room a familiar hand was curling itself around your arm and dragging you off in the opposite direction.

It just fucking figures that being ignored would be the back-breaking straw. You would’ve been mad at it if it wasn’t gonna result in yours getting blown out.

Neither of you said anything as Javier led your deeper into the house, not that there was much to say anyway. It was pretty damn obvious from the set of his jaw and the hunger in his eyes that you had won, and it could never be said that you weren’t a gracious winner …self-satisfied smirk notwithstanding.

His lips were on yours before the door had even fully shut behind you. You had laughed a bit at his eagerness, but the taunting sound soon morphed into a moan when your back slammed into the wall just beside the thing. Eyes smoldering and smile wicked, he groped at your clothed form in a way that had you writhing and grinding against him within seconds. It was only once you were a panting mess that he finally, finally bypassed the layers to touch you properly; hot and wet, proof of your arousal met his questing fingers, electing a groan that was nothing short of orgasmic. Things had moved quickly from there, and the rest…

“I said—‘is this what you wanted?’”

The words are growled against your ear, though the harsh pant of the breaths that follow travel downwards until he’s nipping at the corner of your jaw. A broken mewl pushes past your lips at its sting, and though the sound leaves him shuddering against you, it’s clearly not enough to sate him. His free hand connects with your ass in a resounding slap, one that while not overly hard is still enough weaken your knees considerably.

“Yes,” you groan out, the word catching in your throat as his thumb rubs a fresh pearl of precum over your sensitive flesh. “Fuck! Javi, yesss…”

Hot, bothered, and more than a little desperate you rut against his hand with hard little jerks. Your borderline frantic movements and needy little sounds leave him chuckling darkly as he works you over with practiced ease. His tone is condescending as hell as he pulls more and more out of you with lascivious words murmured in a husky timbre. He’s playing you like a goddamn fiddle, but you don’t care, can’t care—about this or anything else that’s not your impending release.

“Baby, I need, fuck, I need–”

“Shhh, I know.”

And you don’t know how he knows, just that somehow he always, impossibly does, and now is no exception. He descends to his knees with a smoothness that only repetition can bring, nudging your legs wider so that you’re more fully on display for him. He looks up at you then, wanting to make sure that you’re watching—as if you could ever be looking anywhere else. His eyes flicker with a familiar mischief as he runs the flat of his tongue over your heat and you damn near scream at the wet, warm trail it cuts.

“Careful now, cariño, you don’t want them to hear us– Oooo…” The word fades into a rolling chuckle when your hips give an involuntary thrust forward that has him amending his statement. “Or maybe you do? Mmmm… You like that, huh? You like the thought of them hearing what I do to you? Hmm, mi bebé travieso?” He all but purrs the last word as he presses a kiss to your quivering thigh before putting his mouth to work again. He alternates between gentle sucks and teasing flicks of his tongue against your most sensitive areas; meanwhile his fingers gather up a measure of your moisture before pushing inside of you to start up a lazy pace. This treatment lasts for a few glorious seconds only to come to a stop so abrupt that it leaves all of your muscles seizing up in confusion. ((sweetie || my naughty baby))

You know what he wants—an answer to a question, that if he were less petty, he wouldn’t expect a real reply to—just as you likewise know that he won’t start again until he gets it. And so you take a shaky approximation of a breath before managing to stutter out, “J-just… returning the favor.”

Laughing, he takes your meaning instantly. With as many times as you’ve been forced to listen to Karen and Sean go at it on various occasions, it does only seem fair. Of course, your reply is more copout than actual answer, but thankfully he lets it go. For now. You’ll definitely be talking about this again at some point in the future—probably later on tonight, actually—but for right now he’s content enough to go back to ruining you with his deft fingers and talented mouth.

You’ve always been fascinated by Javier’s hands. They’re slightly larger than what you would expect from a man his size, and yet somehow they don’t seem out of proportion to his body. They hold so much potential, both to create and to destroy—a point that is mirrored in the tattoos and scars that cover the dusk of his skin. You love to see them in motion, whether he’s doing something as mundane as tuning his guitar or something more perilous like playing with one of his many knives; the former is a particular point of fascination as you cannot help but to wonder if the skill transfers over to more carnal activities. The way his stroking thumb works in time with the bob of his fingers into your heat you’re inclined to say that yes, yes it does.

And his mouth…

Holy fuck, his mouth.

It doesn’t matter where it is he’s kissing you, having his lips pressed against your skin is always enough to leave you weak. Warm and pillow soft, they glide over you leaving a feverish trail of desire in their wake. Calloused fingers continue to work you open, adding to your pleasure in a way that sees your voice scaling higher, louder, as any lingering worries about being overheard are vaulted clean out of your head.

In this moment his only goal is to see you coming undone, and under Javier’s touch you’re a rapidly fraying thread. He’s loving every minute of this, you know he is, but—“If you can’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet, amor, I know my cock can.”

“Oh my god.”

The throb your core gives is almost painful in its intensity as you imagine having him face fuck you until tears are spilling past the corners of your eyes before bending you over and absolutely ruining you, and you have to wonder just what this man has done to you. You were never this damn kinky before—or maybe you’ve always been a closet freak—either way since getting with Javi you have been turned completely out, and you’re not even mad about it, honestly. What you can do without, however, is his smug little laugh. Like yeah, he totally has a right to it, wrecking you the way he is, but still. Any saltiness you feel is quickly forgotten as the spooled pleasure in your stomach wrings itself tighter. Your bodies work in tandem creating the perfect rhythm, so fucking perfect, and you’re so fucking close, just a little more and then—and then he’s pulling away?

What?

“Nooo! Javier, why–”

“Orgasms are for good little loves,” he tells you simply as he rises back to his full height.

“You cannot be serious right now.”

But looking at him you know he is. Honestly you should’ve been expecting something like this—you had been teasing him for nearly twenty minutes before this all began—but you’d thought that your punishment was going to come in the form of him gagging you with his dick before fucking you until you screamed. But this… Well this is the other side of the coin that you’d forgotten to consider. Yes, he’s hard and yes, he wants this just as badly as you, but Javier’s more than willing to deny his own needs if it means winning this little game of yours. He’s petty like that, and what’s more he has the will to see it through.

Well fine then, you think with a pouty twist of your lips. If he wants to be that way I’ll just finish myself off and–

Fingers close tightly around your wrist before you can properly touch yourself. “What did I just say, bebé?” ((baby))

“And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do to and with my own body?” you ask with an arch of your brow. The bite of your words would be more effective, you’re sure, if they weren’t so damn breathy, but there’s little for that.

“Oh, mi amor,” he starts with a chuckle as he pins your hand to the wall beside your head, “you know exactly who I am.” He kisses you then, long and deep, and you find yourself melting under it despite your annoyance.

Damn this man and his silver everything! The thought drags its way through your sex-addled brain as your free hand twists itself in his shirt, though whether the action will lead to you pushing him away or pulling him closer you’re not sure yet, and before you can decide he’s breaking the kiss.

“Get dressed, cariño, we’ve got a party to get back to,” he breathes against your lips before pecking at them again.

“You can at least let me err, calm down some and clean myself up a bit–”

He shakes his head as he pulls away from you. “No, I don’t think so. I want you just like this, baby—all leaky and throbbing and wanting. I want you aching just as much as I am. It’s only fair, after all.”

Eyeing the bulge that’s seriously testing the tensile strength of his zipper you’re inclined to agree, reluctantly though it may be done. After all you are the one that kicked things off. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that you’re left to live with the consequences? Yeah, not so much. Fair’s fair, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it. Pouting all the while, you quickly set yourself back to rights—well mostly. Thanks to the hasty tugging of your prior urgency your clothes aren’t hanging like they’re supposed to and won’t be again until they’ve been washed and re-ironed, but there’s nothing to be done about that in the now.

You’re left to silently lament the fact that you’re about to take a mini walk of shame that hasn’t been entirely earned since you didn’t actually get any. Cutting your eyes over at the reason you’re in such a state you find that, aside from his very obvious arousal, the fucker looks as put together as ever.

“You suck, you know that?”

He snorts as he snakes an arm around your waist, guiding you towards the door. “Yeah, I do. I also lick and nip and tease and you love it.”

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.”

“You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

“Promises, promises,” you snark back, though there’s no denying the longing seated in your words.

His only reply is a dark little chuckle that leaves you throbbing with want and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. What’s worse is that you’re about to walk through a party full of all of your friends, and while it’s not the first time they’ve seen you flustered and frazzled like this the situation is still less than ideal. Thankfully the thought of having winks and suggestive comments tossed your way is enough to kill off any lingering lust, but this is going to be a long night either way—or is it?

A plan starts to come together in your mind as you hear Charles’s laughter floating in though the backdoor; he rarely ever laughs loud enough for it to be heard so far away, so you can only imagine what’s been said or done to garner such a reaction. Though his mirth usually runs on the quieter side of things, the man does have a mischievous streak that can almost rival Sean’s, and it’s only common sense and general kindness that keeps him from tapping into it more.

Tonight, however, he’s going to step outside of his self-imposed restrictions—you’ll make sure of it.

After all, your plan relies on it.

“What’s got you laughing so hard, Chuck?”

Charles doesn’t even bother with correcting you as he knows that you’re already well aware of how much he despises that nickname. You’re just looking to get a rise out of him, but unlike your boyfriend, he’s not so easily bated. Though to be fair to Javier, it did take you a good twenty or so minutes to finally break him—maybe more as whatever game it is you two are playing more than like started long before your arrival–

And is set to carry on for a while longer, if the state of them is anything to go by.

He’s hardly surprised to find that the pair of you are looking more disheveled than last you were seen. While Javier’s only slightly mussed, it’s more than obvious that you’ve been taken through your paces. There’s a wrinkle in your clothes that hadn’t been there before and your lips are plush in a way that says you’ve been kissed thoroughly and with a level of enthusiasm that would have left you moaning into the ministration as you grinded into your lover’s palm with needy little ruts of your hips…

He quickly averts his eyes as soon as the thought manifests lest you pick up on the way you’re affecting him—have always affected him, if he’s being honest. And it’s not just you. Javier is dangerously alluring in his own right, and he finds himself falling into his orbit more often than not. He’s never allowed himself to explore whatever it is he feels for either of you as you and Javier have always been a thing, though there’s no point in denying that there’s an attraction there, and a mutual one at that. Javier’s always been the more flirtatious out of the two of you, but when you have a mind to you can fluster him like nobody else. None of you have ever seemed truly interested in taking things beyond that level—yet.

Charles cannot help but to feel that one of these days there’s going to be a shift. The signs are all there, after all; the way you all gravitate towards one another, trading lingering touches and longing looks. Things that he would usually consider an invasion are much welcomed advances when they’re coming from the pair of you and he often finds himself reciprocating without any conscious thought. It’s all so confusing and thrilling and catalyzing that he cannot help but to crave more. Arthur has told him on several occasions to bite the bullet and make a move, but given that he’s dealing with an established couple he’s more than willing to follow your lead on this one.

In the now he gives you a response in the form of a nod towards one of the party’s hosts. Sean is just now scrambling his way back onto the deck (quite literally as he’s opted to climb over the railing instead of using the stairs like a normal person) after an overly-dramatic retelling of one of his more daring exploits had sent him tumbling off of it. Luckily for him the fall was a short one into relatively soft grass, so really it’s only his pride that’s been bruised. Seeing that his audience has increased by two he starts his story from the beginning and the pair of you listen with rapt attention–

Or, rather Javier does. You, however…

It starts out innocently enough, with you slumping against him and resting most of your weight against his shoulder. Charles contemplates draping an arm around you—it wouldn’t be odd of him as it’s a position that you’ve been in countless times before, but he doesn’t want to presume—but before he can think himself into a circle you’re snaking your arm around his waist. Your hold isn’t particularly tight, only really pressing in enough to keep you connected. After a few seconds you start to feather your fingers up and down his side in a move that he would’ve considered innocent if not for the wicked little smile on your face. There and gone in a flash, he finds himself looking at you more fully to be sure of what he saw; all he receives for his troubles, however, is a playful wink that leaves him batting down a burst of nerves.

It seems as if he’s unwittingly become a participant in whatever it is the pair of you have going on. He’s surprised, but he can’t say he’s opposed.

Steeling himself with a sigh, he finally allows his arm to drape across the breadth of your shoulders. The movement catches Javier’s eye from where he stands on Charles’ other side, as does the continued skittering of your hand. His expression as he takes this all in changes by degrees as he assesses you both separately; when looking at you there’s a knowing tint to his gaze that’s clouded with a banked lust, though when his eyes meet the taller man’s stare that knowingness sharpens into appraisal. Had the desire there dissipated Charles would have backed off immediately, but thankfully that isn’t the case. Javier gives you both a smirk that leaves Charles flushing in a way that gives him one more reason to love the dusk of his skin.

It’s apparent that Javier’s happy to let the two of you play, so Charles is content enough to let you do as you will. Your hands move higher and higher with each pass over the waffle-knit of his top until clever fingers are dancing up the back of his neck to gently tangle themselves in his nape. Nails scrape upwards into the loose wave of his hair in a move that nearly has him moaning out loud. He’s just able to bite down on the sound, but there’s nothing to be done for the way the rest of his body betrays him with a shiver. Having his hair played with has always been a weakness of his, but one that not many know of thanks to the boundaries that he’s set in place. The number of people who can say they’ve had the pleasure of obtaining this knowledge are few, and those who’ve gotten such a visceral reaction out of him because of it are fewer still.

Sounds seem to fade away as you continue to lull him with your ministrations, with not even the combined drunken yelling of Sean and Lenny’s conveyed anecdote being enough to pull him out of the stupor. He allows his mind to wander as you work; the images that flash through his head are ones that he usually reserves for hours far later than this one, when he’s alone with an ache between his legs that cannot be abated by anything but imaginings of the only two people who could reduce him to such a base state. His grip on you tightens unconsciously, forcing you more firmly against his chest and you’re quick you mold yourself against him.

Your pace is languid as you work him over with the repetitious scrape. It feels like he’s under the sweetness of your care for a small eternity, and he’s more than happy to stay lost for another eternity still, so when your fingers curl and tighten against his locks and tug there’s really no way for him to stop himself from crying out. Luckily the story has finally reached its end to a cacophony of laughter that’s just loud enough to drown out a sound that’s caught somewhere between a yelp of surprise and a moan. Thankfully everyone’s too drunk and-or preoccupied to notice the way his chest heaves and his eyes darken as he looks at you through heavy lids–

Well, everyone except for Javier. He’d honestly forgotten that the other man’s still here—that anyone’s here, really—but now his presence encompasses all of Charles’ attention.

“Alright, amor, you’ve had your fun,” he tells his partner. His tone speaks of mild amusement, though there is a sliver of something there—something dark and wanting, ravenously so—that leaves their breath hitching. To Charles, “It wasn’t very nice of them, starting something they know they can’t finish– Not tonight, at least. But don’t worry, ‘mano—next time, we got you.”

The words feel like they’re caught somewhere between a promise and a threat, but Charles finds that that only adds to their appeal. The pair of you say your goodbyes then, first to him and then to the group at large. A chorus of wolf-whistles and teases are given in response, with everyone having a pretty good idea of why you’re cutting out early, but if they suspect his role in things they’re kind enough not to mention it.

As Charles watches your retreating forms he runs a shaky hand through the length of his hair only to find that the motion doesn’t bring him the stability that it usually does. How can it, when he can still feel your phantom touch, the exquisite bite of your nails against the sensitive skin of his scalp…

These memories will continue haunt him, he’s sure—unable to be exorcised in full until he’s lying sweat-slicked and sated between two equally worn-out bodies.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?”

Javier’s thrusts can only be described as punishing, more so due to depth and force than speed. Your body jolts forwards with every snap of his hips, but the firm hold he has on the scarf that binds your arms keeps you from going too far—not that you want to be anywhere else but here, completely laid bare and at the mercy of the man at your back. The word ‘mercy’ used very loosely here as he is being absolutely ruthless and you’re loving every second of it.

Face down and ass up, he’s had you bent over the desk from nearly the moment you stepped into your bedroom, only stopping long enough to tie your arms behind your back. In all honesty you’re pretty sure this is the true reason he pushed so hard for its inclusion in the room—there’s definitely more appropriate spaces for it—but whatever. It’s not like you can complain when it gets such frequent use.

So yes, this exactly what you want, what you need…

“I asked you a question, baby, and I expect an answer,” he continues on in a low, demanding tone.

You try to reply, you swear you do, but whatever it is you manage to slur out between moans isn’t an adequate enough reply. Javier’s voice drops to something just above a true whisper as he leans more fully against you—close enough that you swear you can feel the beat of his heart against your back, close enough to feel the pant of his breath ghosting over your skin—with the sinuous roll of his hips slowing further.

“Forgot how to use your words already?” he tsks against the shell of your ear. “That’s okay, cariño. I know you wanna be good for me, so I’m gonna help you out…” Taking your confused sounding whimper for the question it is he chuckles before saying, “How? It’s easy—Imma fuck the answer out of you.” ((sweetie))

Before you can fully process his words he’s unwinding his hand from the cloth, pulling back, and pounding into you quick and hard. The feeling has you gasping out his name followed by a babbled yes-yes-YES that leaves him growling out his approval. He calls you his good baby then and the small bit of praise makes your brain fizz as your body reacts on instinct. Eager hips throw themselves back to meet his thrusts; though your positioning doesn’t really allow for much traction your efforts do earn you a few moans and curses of approval, at least.

“Mierda. Look at you. You like being fucked hard, huh? Like me taking you like this?” The words are little more than a rumble with how low his voice has dropped, and the change in timbre leaves you clenching up around him more. “Fuuck babe—that’s it, that’s– Fuck. Yeah, you love this shit. That why you were being such a little tease, yeah? Did you want me to fuck you ‘til you remember who you belong to?” ((shit))

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer this time, choosing instead to take your jaw in hand. His grip is just this side of bruising and well at odds with the gentle way his thumb strokes over your bottom lip. Your tongue snakes out mindlessly to flick at its calloused pad and you hum at the slightly salty taste of his skin. Javier hisses out a curse as you continue to lave over the digit, and you can practically feel his narrow-eyed stare from where it’s sure to be drilling into the back of your skull. Unwilling to relinquish even the least bit of control just yet, his palm slides downwards until it’s resting firmly against your neck. Long fingers easily encase the column, and while he doesn’t squeeze nearly as hard as he had been before there is a definite and steady pressure there. You know he’d sooner hurt himself before he would ever risk truly hurting you, but there’s still something undeniably alluring about feeling like you’re on the edge of something so dark and dangerous.

Your moan is slightly strangled as you lean more heavily into his hand, with your hole clenching especially hard as the oxygen vacates your lungs. In turn Javi grunts at the sensation even as his fingers squeeze just that little bit tighter, and in that moment you’re sure that a death of a different kind is close at hand. Spanish is falling from his lips much faster than your addled mind can ever hope to translate, but when he does finally switch back over to English he’s hardly saying anything you want to hear.

“What?” He gives a particularly hard thrust as you croak out the word, leaving you to damn near choke on it.

“You heard me, amor—don’t. You. Cum. After the shit you pulled tonight did you honestly think I was gonna let you cum so easily?”

Your replying whine is pitiful indeed, not that you actually expect to receive any sort of reprieve at this point. Still, that doesn’t stop you from looking over your shoulder and giving him your best pout. For his part your man mimics your expression, giving your neck a few soothing strokes before allowing his lips to pull off into a devious little smirk.

“Aww, look at you. There’s no need for all that, baby, I’m gonna give you what you want—not that you’ve actually earned it, not yet. You’ve been especially bratty lately; playing all these games, teasing me… I can’t just let that shit slide, so here’s how this is going to work: I’m gonna keep fuckin’ you good ‘n’ hard ‘n’ deep, and you’re gonna take it for as long as I say. When I decide that you’ve learned your lesson I’ll let you cum, and if you go over the edge before then there will be consequences.”

And you know he’s as good as his word.

Despite him saying all of this between pants, sharp curses, and a few breathy moans there’s no way in hell you actually stand a chance of outlasting him. Even if his stamina wasn’t god-tier and his will just as solid, pure pettiness would see him holding out if it meant keeping you on the edge. And as for those ‘consequences’, you cannot even begin to guess at what they may be, but a part of you really, really wants to find out. You’re positive you’ll enjoy it—maybe not as much as him, but you’ll still have your fun.

Before you can make up your mind about whether or not your defiance would be worth it, his hand is leaving your neck to hold your hip steady. You gasp slightly, already lamenting the loss of pressure, only to have the breath knocked out of you by his next thrust. The force of it sends you reeling, with the only thing keeping you from face-planting being the hold your man has on you. Instead your sweat-slicked body is shoved further up the desk in a move that would’ve been extremely uncomfortable if you weren’t already so gone.

Wanting a bit more agency, Javi grabs up the length of cloth that dangles between you; his movements do not falter as he shores up his grip with a few twisting motions before pushing into you again and again and again. He sets up a brutal pace that sees his hip bones digging into the plush of your ass and his balls slapping against you with every forward push. This is the only bit of attention that anything other than your hole has received since leaving the party and you damn near sob at the brief flashes of stimulation.

You’re not even sure what nonsense is pouring out of your mouth at this point, but if it’s anything like the disjointed garble that’s currently floating around in your skull then it’s one flaming wreck of a mess. You can hardly go by Javier’s reaction as you’re pretty sure that you could be singing lullabies and he’d still be into it. He just loves to hear you—it doesn’t particularly matter what sounds you’re making so long as he knows they’re a result of the pleasure he’s bring you. You’re much the same honestly, though listening to him turn the velvety syllables of his native tongue into growls and groans in the heat of his passion is its own type of torture. His voice is already an aphrodisiac in its own right, but when he’s fallen as deeply into his lust as he has into you it becomes something otherworldly.

Your man’s words slowly begin to shift from admonishments for your earlier behavior into praise for “–taking your cock like un buen pequeño amor,” and you can only hope that means you’ll get what you need sooner rather than later. ((a good little love))

Time stops making sense as he continues to take you. You’re both hyperaware of its passage and not, with seconds impossibly feeling like hours, but the minutes they bleed into hardly even registers. Your need for release becomes this all-encompassing thing that dictates your every move, breath, and thought. It creates a thrumming want that invades all of your senses until there’s nothing outside of it. Even Javi’s voice becomes little more than a cluster of sounds that you’re just barely able to perceive, though one phrase breaks through the haze every time he says it:

“Don’t you cum, cariño.”

His words are both boon and bane.

They’re the only bit of sense to be found in the symphony of needy sounds and hammering hearts and the repetitive meeting of flesh, and yet at the same time they are the very chains that hold you back from the one thing you need most. Your body is demanding, screaming, begging for this to end one way or another, and soon. You’re sure that each new thrust will bring about your end, and yet you hold yourself back even as your legs shake from exertion and your arms ache from the strain. Those four words will not allow you to do any less.

When the tension in your arms lessens you honestly think the limbs have finally gone numb, but then you’re being pulled up against Javier’s hard chest and you realize he actually let go of the scarf. The jarring pace he’d been keeping up slows to a gentle roll that makes you grind into him with a desperate whimper before he stills his hips altogether. His lack of movement has you rutting against him like some crazed beast, but the only thing this nets you is a throaty chuckle that makes you throb all the more.

“Tan ansioso,” he breathes against your ear as well-toned arms pin you flush against an equally muscled chest. This leaves you unable to do anything more than whine, much to your annoyance and his continued amusement. “You really want to cum, don’t you?” ((so eager))

“Fuck! Javi, you know I do–”

“Then say the word, mi corazón.” ((sweetheart))

“Please.”

“‘Please’, what?”

“Please let me cum.”

The moan he lets out at your words comes from somewhere deep in his gut making you shiver with your want. The only thing better than hearing him make such deliciously wicked sounds is knowing that you’re their cause. He’s always so quick to tell you that he’s the only one that can make you feel the way that you do—and it’s true, he definitely gotten you addicted to his particular brand of carnality, but it’s fine since you know it goes both ways.

Javier presses a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your nape before nipping the skin there. “So good,” he purrs as his left hand snakes up to rub at your steadily leaking core. “Un bebé tan bueno para mí.” ((such a good baby for me))

His hand passes through the mess, smearing your arousal further until he’s zeroing in on your most sensitive area; all the while your hips wiggle against him in a desperate bid to rut into his palm properly. Unfortunately the movement does little for either of you aside from frustrating you further.

“There you go, teasing me again.”

“‘M not trying to,” you tell him, “just wanna feel good—wanna make us both feel good…”

Your trailing sigh turns into a moan when he thrust against you again. The movement is spastic, an involuntary response to the way that your walls flutter around him. He swears lowly before releasing you completely and pulling out; the sensation of his thick cock leaving you is good for all of two seconds before you realize that he’s not pushing back into you. For one panicked moment you think that he’s going to leave you tied up and aching, but before you can even form the first syllable of your plea he’s freeing your arms and turning you to face him. It’s the first time you’ve gotten a clear look at him since being bent over the desk and you’re pleased to find that he looks just as much of a mess as you do. Hair mussed, lips parted ever so enticingly, cheeks flushed, and dewy skin glistening so prettily under the warm-hued lights—he’s sex personified in this moment and the sight somehow makes you burn for him all the more.

Javier is drinking you in just as readily, being, as always, especially taken with your mouth. Heavily lidded eyes track your lips movements as you wet them, and when you bite into the plush skin he lets out a shuddering breath. A muttered “Fuck” is all the warning you get before his lips are crashing into yours while hands eagerly grip at your hips to pull you flush to him. The heat of his cock is like a firebrand between you, and the press of it against your skin has you instinctively writhing against it.

Your movements leave him shivering as he exhales harshly—the first sign that his self-control is starting to slip.

“Get on the bed, mi amor—wanna look in your eyes while I fuck you, wanna see you fall apart…” He breathes the words against your lips before taking the bottom one between his teeth just as you had a moment ago. The sting of his bite is soothed away by a swipe of his tongue before he’s kissing you again.

Somehow he has enough presence of mind to get you both moving and soon you feel something solid, yet yielding hitting the back of your legs. You’re just wobbly enough for the disturbance to take you off of your feet and Javier readily follows you down. So close to the one thing you both want, need, the kisses grow sloppier and more hurried. It takes a few moments for you both to get into a more settled position, but as soon as you do he’s lubing up again before pushing into you completely with one long stroke.

Your breath catches at the feeling of being full once again while he lets out a sound that’s half contented sigh, half growl, with the latter completely overtaking the former when you roll your hips up to meet his. The pace he sets is far less grueling than it had been when he was taking you from behind, but it’s no less maddening for the change. Long, deep strokes end with a languid snap that has him hitting something inside of you that leaves you damn near sobbing every time. It doesn’t take long for you to get back to that same level of torturous pleasure that you’d been drowning in minutes before and soon you’re clawing at his back and calling out his name like it’s the only word left in your lexicon.

All the while your eyes are locked with one another’s, mostly at his insistence. When he said that he wanted to see you fall apart he meant it; a firm hand against the side of your face keeps you from turning away while tutting words part your lids whenever they flutter shut for longer than a few seconds.

“You’re doing so well, mi amor, so good,” he tells you. His words are slightly slurred and you know he’s just as drunk on you as you are on him. The thought leaves your walls clenching and he hisses at the added tightness. His pace quickens as he drops his head down into the space between your shoulder and your neck. Kisses, nips, and sucks carve a path upwards until the warmth of his breath is ghosting over your ear. “Touch yourself for me.”

It’s an order that you’re all too happy to follow.

Your fingers quickly move down to work against your sloppy sex and you can only hope that the whole ‘no cumming until I say so’ thing is no longer in effect because if not you are in so much trouble. With everything going on you’re only gonna be able to last about a literal minute and that’s being hella generous and rounding way up, honestly. Javier knows this, knows you and your body damn near better than you do some days. He sees it in the way your eyes glint with desperation, can feel it in the way your whole body tenses just so, can hear it in the pant of breaths that come quicker, shallow. Part of you worries that he’ll drag things out just to punish you further—or worse yet, leave you wound up and wanting—but a bigger part of you knows he’s not that cruel. Javier always makes sure to give you what you need and right now you need to cum, badly, and so does he if the fevered look in his eyes is anything to go by.

“Yes, babe, yes. Just like that, fuck me back—Joder! Tan buena…” His muttered praises become more and more scattered as his hips begin to meet yours faster and faster until— ((fuck! so good))

“Do it for me, mi amor. Cum.”

Your body doesn’t hesitate to follow the simple command, and the orgasm that rocks your frame is almost blinding in its intensity. A wordless cry rips itself from your throat as bliss—white-hot and all-consuming—skitters across your every nerve setting them alight. All the while you hold on to the man that still hovers above you as if he’s the only thing tethering you to this plane, and for all you know he is. After all, you’re pretty sure that one cannot experience something so world-shattering as this and not ascend to some higher form of consciousness, if only for a moment.

For his part, Javier shudders and bucks his way through his own release just as you’re coming to the end of yours. Your nails follow the length of his spine as you watch him fall apart—eyes pinched shut, chest heaving, lips parted under hard pants—he rarely looks more beautiful than when he’s cumming and the sight is one that you’re positive you’ll never get tired of seeing.

Kisses are traded between shaky breaths as you both work your way through the last of the aftershocks. They’re sweet, lingering things that are seemingly at odds with everything that preceded them—only not really as he’s always like this once your games have come to their end. All loved up, he likes to keep you close so that he can dote on you as much as you’ll allow him to. Feeling safe, warm, and sated, gentle strokes of his hands against your cooling flesh and murmured declarations of love are the lullaby that sees you drifting off into slumber.

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[the-drayster]

I am here to drop several emojis hehe

🐚 for whichever guy on the blog :) ? (@/arven-x-drayster-4ever)

🐚 for your own guy. because I can do that >:]

🌱 I’ve always thought of Drayton as a “he cares about and loves his friends but sucks at communicating and is also lazy to the point of not being bothered to check in” over a he doesn’t care type of guy yk. at least those are the vibes I’m going for for mine lol

annnd finally ☀️. I always think of your blog as THE Drayton. like whenever I think of rotomblr + Drayton it’s your guy. not even my own one lmao

hope this isn’t too overwhelming <3(/platonic)

// OUGH YIPPEEE. ALSO not overwhelming at all! Thank!!!!

🐚 for whichever guy on the blog :) ? (@/arven-x-drayster-4ever)

I like how silly your Drayton is. He is such a goober, and I think that's amazing. It's so fun to come over and poke at him. He's like one of those dog toys that squeak. Give him a good stomp.

🐚 for your own guy. because I can do that >:]

One thing that I think a lot of people miss when they talk about Drayton is the fact that his motivation for the whole Kieran situation was not selfish. He wasn't doing it for himself. Sure, he got petty about the whole "Ex-champ" thing near the end, but he wasn't trying to knock Kieran off his throne as a revenge sort of thing. The big big big thing for me is when he talks about how Kieran was before the Teal Mask situation.

"Here’s the Drayster take: I liked Kieran better when he had his hair down. He used to be this quiet little guy. Trembled like a leaf. Had all the spine of a Wimpod. He’d hide behind Carmine if you so much as breathed too loud. But I’ll tell you what… When it came to Pokemon battling, I never saw so much joy in anyone’s eyes as in his! But then, outta nowhere, he changed. Now he’s relentless-pushes himself, pushes everyone around him… Nothing good’s gonna come out of this. Someone’s gotta snap him out of it."

^ that's not him saying that he liked Kieran better when Kieran was a wimp. That's him saying he liked it better when Kieran was happy.

He isn't trying to knock Kieran off his throne to get revenge—he's trying to knock some sense into him. Kieran goes on a whole "I have to be the very best that no-one ever was" arc, and Drayton realizes this is unhealthy for him. And another big thing is that Drayton tried to beat Kieran before the player shows up! I wish his quotes page was complete so that I could pull that one out as well, but I remember him talking about how he couldn't beat Kieran to take his spot as Champ back. He realizes that he can't fix the situation himself, and so he goes out of his way to bring the Player in to do it for him. Yeah, he definitely doesn't do it in the best way. He's being pretty manipulative. BUT. He's doing it for a good reason. All he knows is that this exchange student was the one who beat Kieran before, and to his knowledge that's the reason why Kieran got so Weird about battling. He can't beat Kieran to show him that the "Train myself to death" mentality doesn't actually do anything, so he finds someone who can. He doesn't know if the player would actually go along with his plot, and he isn't willing to take the risk that they aren't, so he just goes forward with pulling strings.

But above all, it isn't a selfish thing.

🌱 I’ve always thought of Drayton as a “he cares about and loves his friends but sucks at communicating and is also lazy to the point of not being bothered to check in” over a he doesn’t care type of guy yk. at least those are the vibes I’m going for for mine lol

Yeah, that's pretty close to how mine is. He definitely cares, he just isn't always good at showing it. A combined "He's trying to keep up the care-free persona of his" and just a general lack of "reading the room" ability make it kind of tricky for him to do those sorts of check-ins. He may never go out of his way to ask you how you're doing, but if something is obviously wrong he will absolutely try to fix it.

annnd finally ☀️. I always think of your blog as THE Drayton. like whenever I think of rotomblr + Drayton it’s your guy. not even my own one lmao

Thank you so much for that- I'm really happy I do a good job of him, haha. That means a lot, friendo!!!

[usuallydeepcoffee]

Hi! 😄 Love your blog! 😄

And I love violence, so for the ask game, could you please answer to: 2, 8, 10, 17, 22.

Hi! :D

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

Already answered that here. I'll add this tho: I'm kinda picky when it comes to Steve's characterization while getting dicked down, because sometimes it feels like he loses some of his personality.

(*taps sign* in want of good Steve Rogers content, and inevitably disappointed by fandom)

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

I hate how fandom treats Fury as an antagonist who exists just to exploit the heroes or steal their secrets and create "tension". Idk if it's still a trend, but I remember a ton of fics where Fury was either preying on Tony's tech, so it was okay to bash him, or he was manipulating Steve, uncaring of how depressed he was.

Such a lazy plot device. And also a disservice to the guy who actually wanted the Avengers to be a thing, and the one who had a connection to Steve well before any of the other Avengers. (and lol Steve and Fury obviously respect one another, they even banter together but god forbid Steve has any type of relationship with a non-white man)

10. worst part of fanon

Already answered that here, but ugh, I also hate the way fans treat Sam. Glad as I am that he seems a little more popular now since his show came out, because he has a more substantial relationship with fandom's favorite white boy I can't forget the days when Sam was always suspiciously missing from art and fics even though he and Steve always ended up side by side at the end of all the movies they were in. Or, when people used his and Steve's line for uh... other characters. I see all and remember all.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Time.Travelling.Steve!!

You know, for a fandom that loves to complain about Steve's ending being ooc and would rather imagine him stuck somewhere in time, why not take full advantage and imagine him time-hopping to your favorite events. Are you a fan of dinosaurs? Have him befriend a scary t-Rex (which uh... kinda canon in the comics?) You like Ancient Egypt? Have him take a bath in the Nile while the Pharaoh has a cartoon-esque reaction to the water glistening off his body! You like the Plague? Have him... beg everyone to please wash themselves?

(these are rhetorical questions, I know why fandom doesn't, but still)

I would also take more Avengers 2.0 content. Or even better, SteveSamNat on the run after cacw, I'm not picky 😉

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

This is probably really obscure, but I love those little glimpses of a relationship between Rhodey and Nebula in Endgame. Like when she warns him about Scott being on the compound, and she calls him Rhodey. Not War Machine, Rhodey. And then they have that nice moment during the time heist together. Idk, it makes me wonder what kind of relationship (even if it is just friends!) they might have developed between IW and EG. Plus, I think they deserve a little bit of happiness.

choose violence ask game

[xplrvibes]

I have read all your responses (to mine and others) and i genuinely love your perspective on everything. You’re so wise 😂

I agree, actually. Snc did their due diligence on the c&s thing and unless they actually kidnap and take c&s hostage, we have to just accept the evidence we were given.

Ooh, and the sam being obsessively productive and not being able to rest for 5 freaking minutes… couldn’t be me. Stresses me out. I already struggle with feeling like I’m not pulling my weight as much as everyone else, I could not be around sam in one of his workaholic modes. I would crumble into a corner and cry lol I am colby any day of the week. That’s why I finish work, come home, and catch up everything I missed on yours and angelicas blogs lol I did my shit, lemme veg lol (ooh I also noticed they didn’t answer the ‘who has more power’ question. But I guess colby kind of did when he said “if he (sam) doesn’t like it, we don’t do it” when talking abt merch designs lol)

There is so much to comment on, but basically just know I was nodding and saying “yes exactly” to everything you replied!

Also pls ignore my freak out ask. I’d like to calmly now state I am indeed overjoyed of the prospect of snc going to Beechworth asylum (one of the places I’d hope they’d venture to) as it has become known to me in recent hours. I absolutely did not freak out in my office and message you in caps lock. Wasn’t me… 👀

Also the flash light back story is super interesting! I always love finding out the backstory and context behind sayings or names for things. Someone, many many donks ago, came up with a word for a thing and it stuck to this day. Incredible!

- aussie anon

Lol wise is a new one to be called - I'm kinda liking it!

And yea, honestly, workaholics just make my blood pressure rise. Like, I need peace and downtime in my life - I work hard while I'm working and online, but it ain't gonna be 24/7, that's for damn sure.

I also don't like being made to feel less than, because their obsession to work makes them think anyone not on their level is lazy or whatever. Nah, I get my shit done and then I relax and shitpost on tumblr and take naps and watch dumb shit on youtube, but you enjoy that whole working til you collapse thing 👍. We'll see who winds up better off at the end of it all.

Yes, I actually saw this ask first and was like "....huh?" When i got to the part about the capslock lol. But yea, I'm glad they hit one of your places!!

[infernal-feminae]

NAME: Hannah

PRONOUNS: she/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord or tumblr DMs

NAME OF MUSE(S): Charlie, Vaggie, Niffty, Summer, Miss Mayberry, Agent Two/Darcy, Beelza, Scarlet, Glitz & Glam, Candy, Ava, Bonnie, Invidia, Rosette, Evelyn, Gloria

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS)?: It'll be four years now by the end of this month!

BEST EXPERIENCE: Probably the same as a lot of other folks which is meeting new people and making friend and just crafting stories together be it silly or serious. That's why I'm still here after all lol.

RP PET PEEVES / DEAL-BREAKERS: Constant lazy one sentence replies (the only exception being crack or sillier threads), OOC bigotry, trying to police other roleplayers, fetish blogs. There are more but that's all that come to mind right now.

MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Yes

PLOTS OR MEMES: I love plotting but memes are usually the easiest way to kick off interactions with me.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I absolutely love reading my partners' long replies but my replies usually tend to be 1-3 paragraphs. Does that count as short?

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Right after I wake up around 8-9 am.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): In some ways, yeah. I put a little of myself into each of my muses whether I'm aware of it or not.

Tagged by: @sssardonian-ssserpent

Tagging: @the-delightful-temptation, @wintershub, @nebula-gaster, @e-m-p-error, @cxffeeshxp

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

I posted 6,598 times in 2022

That's 3,385 more posts than 2021!

4,216 posts created (64%)

2,382 posts reblogged (36%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@samuel-de-champagne-problems

@boldlyvoid

@reidsbookclub

@writer-in-theory

@fightingdragonswithwho

I tagged 6,227 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#this is me rambling - 2,583 posts

#asks - 1,419 posts

#grecy 🩺 - 535 posts

#spencer reid - 340 posts

#spencer reid x reader - 224 posts

#criminal minds - 192 posts

#reid all about it - 189 posts

#self reblog - 178 posts

#ask games - 168 posts

#reblog - 163 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#he gave me a special valentines day card but i threw it out before my mother could find it bc even at like 6/7 i refused to talk about boys

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Haircuts and Happy Endings

Summary: Spencer's partner is taken off guard when they see his new haircut

Word Count: 1450

Note: Ahh so this is written for Nat!! I hope you feel better & thank you for converting me to reason lol

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader | Rating: Sexually Suggestive (implied/fade to black sex)

Haircuts & Happy Endings

Some weeks, you could go days without seeing Spencer. You hate the days when you wake up to a cold bed and a silent apartment. It only makes you yearn for the mornings when coffee is brewing in the kitchen and books are waiting to be read.

Sadly, this week is starting to look like one of those long, lonely weeks. Talking on the phone and near constant texting can hardly cut it.

You just simply, miss Spencer.

You miss him so much that you neglect to read your book because you much rather read it sitting on opposite sides of the couch. The pair of you would choose a night spent reading over any date outside of the apartment. But the moment Spencer gets back, you'll be insisting to take him on a date outside of the apartment as well as an overgenerous amount of time spent inside the apartment, specifically the bedroom. It is hard to be annoyed at your boyfriend for never being home when he's out risking his life for the most vulnerable.

Technically, Spencer isn't away this week. He's just loaded with paperwork and lectures at Fredericksburg College, which means he slips out of bed at 5:00 am and slips into bed around 12:00 am. Each time, he does manage to kiss your forehead, but most times you're just still sleeping or too tired to wait up.

At this point, you're just too tired of all these near misses. You want those lazy mornings spent drinking coffee and eating pastries and reading books you've always wanted to read. You want those late nights spent loving each other how you've dreamt of being loved.

So, you're hellbent on waiting up for him. Even if you're notorious for knocking out before 10:00 pm on most days.

You've prepared yourself with three coffees, a pile of books, and re-runs of medical shows that make Spencer cringe with inaccuracies. Usually, you'd run your hands through his hair and tell him it's just for the drama. He'd roll his eyes and tell you that you can watch it only if you braid his hair.

And of course, you'd agree.

The show plays in the background, a quiet hum of comfort to your otherwise lonely night. All these days spent alone help your case for adopting a cat with Spencer. You know you can totally convince him with more promises of braiding his hair.

Checking your phone, you see that Spencer texted that he was on his way home twenty seven minutes ago. Given that you live a half hour from his work, you expect him to be home really soon. Reading your book and even watching re-runs of your favorite medical drama proves to be futile as you anxiously await Spencer's arrival.

Luckily, thinking about Spencer coming home is an excellent way to let the time pass. The next thing you know, you hear the door knob rattle as he makes his way in. Usually, you're long asleep, but suddenly the energy from all that caffeine proves true. You swing your feet out from under the blankets, rushing to meet Spencer at the door.

"Spencer!" you call, not caring that you look totally ridiculous running in your mismatch pajamas. You just missed him so much.

There's something....wrong.

You take him in. His eyes look the same, honey brown and slightly green. His smile is the same, sweet and kind. But his hair.

His hair. It's short?

"Y/N, god, I've missed you so much, darlin-" Spencer says, holding his hands out to you for what you know would be a bone crushing hug.

You stop him in his tracks, pushing your palm against his chest as you look him up and down.

"What the hell did you do you do to your hair?" you say, your voice rising a couple octaves as your realize exactly what he's done.

"I cut it?" Spencer says, sheepishly shrugging his shoulders as he realizes you've never seen his new hair yet.

"No shit, Sherlock," you say, walking around him in a circle to check out the new style, "It's so short. Oh my god, Spencer,"

"Y/N, it's just hair," Spencer chides, attempting to grab your hand as your continue to circle him, "It's just hair, darling,"

You shake your head, clearly still shocked about the new hair. It's so much shorter than it was just last week. His curls used to fall down passed his ears in brown waves, but now they lay restlessly on the top of his head. You can't say you don't like it. For all you care, he can be bald or dye it neon green and with a mohawk and you'd still be ridiculously in love with him.

"I just-"you say, this time too caught off guard to slip out of Spencer's grasp, "Hey!" you shout as Spencer's hands rest against your waist.

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#4

Infinity and More - S.R. (SMUT)

Summary: Happy with their little family, Spencer and Reader think that it might just be time to expand it.

CW: Emotional smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, insecurities, oral sex (F receiving) (18 plus content)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Wife Reader

Word Count: 6,200

Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this! Remember, all reblogs, comments and notes mean the world to me!

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Infinity and More

Looking back, I’m still unsure of how it all started. Like I’m not sure how one or two choices led to all this imperfectly perfect mess. I love my perfectly imperfect mess, with the colorful toys littered around in the living room, the tiny sneakers that line the entryway wall, and the crayon marks that never seem to come off the walls. 

I adore the toys and the sneakers and the crayon markers because it all comes together into our perfectly imperfect life we’ve made. Pictures line the walls and the smiling faces of my children and husband beam down on me. I like to look at them, seeing how Spencer and I age ever so slightly through the years. While Spencer and I’ve only changed a little bit, new glasses and hairstyles, our children grow into adorable little people who are perfect combinations of us both. 

Nearly a decade and two children later, it would be safe to say that our family is complete. Maybe in a couple years the kids will beg for a dog and, of course, Spencer will join in on the begging. And, of course, I won’t be able to resist any of them. 

Spencer leans against the doorway of the kitchen, still looking handsomely sleepy. He watches me and I pretend to not know he’s standing there.

It’s a Saturday. Which means bringing Auggie to chess at the public library and making sure Florence has her gear ready for softball. It’s a small enough task and there’s a certain serenity in knowing that in a couple hours the chaos of our house will all be gone and all that will remain is the comforting quiet of silence. It’s something rare in the house and, as much as I adore my children, I know I’m going to savor the quiet. 

“The quiet before the storm,” Spencer says, as he walks over to the counter. I smile softly at him, enjoying the way that his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose. He’s lucky that he can look so effortlessly handsome this early in the morning. His white tee shirt is discolored with bleach and rumpled slightly, but somehow he makes it work, along with his pajama pants to sit dangerously low on his hips. 

“You look like you slept well,” I muse, reaching to grab a mug from a high shelf. Spencer reaches along with me, brushing his fingers against the back of my hand, slightly telling that he’s got it, “Thanks,” 

Spencer smiles back at me, setting the mug on the counter. He kisses my forehead quickly through a smile. “Of course,” 

“I thought you’d try to sleep in. You don’t have to take August to chess till noon,” 

“Well I woke up and you weren’t there,” Spencer says, taking the coffee pot and pouring me a mug, “And I missed you,” 

Laughing deliciously, drunk on the lack of sleep and Spencer’s kisses, “You missed me? We spent the whole night together,” 

Spencer nods sheepishly, ducking his head and twisting his body into a hug. I welcome it, eager to feel his body against my body. The steadiness of his heartbeat is soothing. There isn’t another body, besides my own, that I know better than Spencer’s. I know the way his heart skips beats when he gets nervous, the way his cheeks blush at my touches, and the way his eyes dart around my body when I’m close. 

“Hmm. It’s never enough with you,” Spencer says sweetly. He breathes in my scent, nose and breath tickling my neck. He, after all these years, makes my skin tingle with anticipation. 

The sweetest and tenderness of the moment, suddenly, is gone. The pair of steamy coffees are neglected on the counter. His hands are holding my face still as he looks at me like he wants to devour me. Spencer eyes are a mixture of light honey brown and a cool green. It’s my favorite color because it’s so effortlessly Spencer. Or maybe it’s my favorite color because it’s what love looks like to me. 

Spencer tastes like coffee. His skin is still warm from sleep and his hands find their rightful place on my waist. He grabs bunches of my shirt, his shirt actually, as he kisses me with more fervor. I start to feel something burn inside. Eagerness. Desire. Need. Love. All of it circles me, making me dizzy off the taste of his hazelnut coffee and vanilla creamer. 

“Mommy! Mommy! Daddy! Dad-” 

The little voices are heard before their even smaller bodies materialize. Dressed in mismatching pajamas, the kids bound into the kitchen full of glee. Spencer smiles into the kiss, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. I scrunch my nose at the interruption, allowing myself to have a selfish moment to be annoyed at my children. 

“What are you doing to Mommy?” Florence says, walking towards Spencer and tugging on his shirt. She looks up at him, her eyes exact copies of her father’s eyes. They’re the same honey brown and the same cool green. 

“Kissing her,” Spencer says, brushing Florence’s hair from her forehead, “Good morning, Florrie,” he says, kissing the top of her head. 

“Why?” Auggie says, appearing, as always, on his sister’s heels, “It’s icky,” he says, making a face that causes him and Florence to burst into a fit of unstoppable giggles. 

“Because she’s so pretty,” Spencer says, winking at me and kissing my cheek. He effectively causes the children to roar with laughter. 

“So you kiss girls because they're pretty?” Auggie says, a curious wonder appearing on his face not unlike his father’s own countenance, “That’s really silly,” 

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#3

Phone Calls

Summary: Talking on the phone with your sister leaves you distracted so Spencer decides to take that into his own hands...literally.

CW: Sexual implications, fade to black smut, AFAB Reader (breasts are mentioned)

Word Count: 1220

Note: Sorry for the uninspired title....I'm tired and well at least the gif is pretty. Look at the pretty gif.

You always liked the mornings when Spencer would sleep in way after you. He's constantly running on less than 5 hours of sleep a night between odd hours at work and just terrible sleep habits as it is. You slipped out from the sheets when the sunlight dripped into your shared bedroom, careful to not disturb him as he slept.

Spencer looks so much younger as he sleeps. He curls his right hand underneath his chin and his left hand rests limply at his side. Usually, he'd have it wrapped around your waist, pulling you in so close that your bodies would be flush against each other. It's those tender moments, when you can feel his breath against your neck, that you crave when he's gone. Yet his touch is potent enough to feel, even when he's hundreds of miles away.

The small apartment kitchen is silent when you enter and as Spencer sleeps. You take out the coffee maker, hearing the familiar hum as it starts to warm up. Bea, a brown tabby with creamy white paws, smacks at the your pajama pant's drawstrings. She meows, pleading for the treats that are hidden in the cabinet.

"Hey there, pretty girl," you coo, rubbing behind her velvety ears. She stars to purr with content, clearly trying everything in her power to convince you to get her treats, "Fine,"

Giving up, you open the cabinet door and take out the treats. Beatrix meows more furiously as she smells the savory salmon cat treats, "Not too many," you tell her, dropping the treats in her dish and turning around to get the coffee mugs out.

When you moved to this apartment with Spencer, you had to make due with the mismatched dinnerware and thrifted furniture. It wouldn't be a wild guess to make that both of Spencer and your favorite part of moving in, despite actually living together, was doubling both your book and mug collections.

Books lay scattered around the tiny apartment, shoved into wooden bookshelves, piled high in corners, laying aimlessly on the coffee table. It seemed that everywhere you turned, books could be found. The same is with mugs. Spencer, each time he would go on case for work, would bring you home both a book and a mug. You loved the ritual of it, but you loved him coming home to you safe even more.

"Shh, now Bea, we're going to quiet. Spence's gotta get some sleep," you tell your cat, walking to the sage green colored loveseat that's wedged between two side tables with stacks and stacks of books.

The coffeemaker hums quietly, a soft soundtrack to an idyllic morning. The cat jumps up on your lap, purring still. You rub her ears and pet down her back, encouraging her to settle in as you read with the morning sunlight illuminating your book. She hits at the bedroom door, attempting to break through to find Spencer, who is hopefully still sleeping.

"I know," you whisper, walking over to pick out a book, "He's very cuddly in the morning, but maybe we'll convince him to take a nap with us after lunch," you say, scooping her up and kissing her head.

You crack open the book, reading to yourself and enjoying the easy Saturday. Unexpectedly, you phone buzzes. You decide to ignore it. Spencer's sleeping in the bedroom and if you're being honest with yourself, he's the only one you'd answer a text for right away.

A couple minutes pass by and your phone alerts you again. But this time it rings. Sighing you decide to answer it. Along with a plethora of other superhuman abilities, Spencer also has really good hearing.

"O, this better be good," you say, rolling your eyes as you answer your sister's phone call.

"Just wondering if you got mom a present yet for her birthday?" you sister asks, the question making your roll your eyes even further back.

"You mean for her birthday that is in two days?" you ask, "The birthday that I'm hosting at my place. Yes, O. Yes I did," you say, the hiding the biting sarcasm.

"Well there's no need to be rude about it," she snips back, "I am busy to you know,"

"I know," you say, drumming you hands on the counter, "It's not that, it's just-"

It takes nearly everything in you to remain composed. You feel a pair of hands grip your tee shirt and then slip on the sides of your bare torso.

Spencer's awake.

His hands explore your bare skin, leaving goosebumps everywhere he touches. Gently, Spencer guides the phone away from your head, pushing it down to the counter.

His mouth is so close to your ear that you can feel his throat vibrate against your neck, “Keep talking,”

You raise the phone up to your ear, hearing your sister ramble on and on about how you she thinks that your mother would like an ice cream maker for her birthday. Her voice is nothing but a dull hum as Spencer pushes your shirt down your shoulder and kisses the bare skin.

"You know, Ang," you say, concentrating on the black outline of the backslash, "Mom's gonna like whatever you get her,"

It's getting increasingly harder to continue the conversation with your sister. Her voice is nothing but hard to understand warbles through the phone. Spencer’s hands are hot against your back. He kisses against the nape of your neck, his late morning subtle burning against your soft skin.

You vaguely hear your sister mention a couple gifts, but for the life you can’t even give her two seconds to focus on her words. Spencer smiles into the kiss, smirking against your skin. He seizes and opportunity when your sister catches you off guard, mentioning how your mother might like a new winter coat for her birthday, despite it being the hottest July on record.

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936 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#2

Your Something Else (+18)

Summary: Reader reveals to her boyfriend, Spencer, that she's never had sex. He takes it into his hands to change that, with her enthusiastic support of course

CW: Elements of Dom Spencer & Sub Reader, Virginity, Innocence Kink, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Breeding Kink, Mutual Masturbation through video conferencing, Implied Age Gap

Word Count: 3,800

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Author's Note: I hope you like this!! Let me know if you'd want a part 2 when they actually...(Also thank you to my love @reidsbookclub for reading this over!!)

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I can count the number of times Spencer's kissed me on two hands. It's the most I've been kissed in a very long time, so I don't blame myself for getting carried away by the feeling of his soft lips and strong hands on my body. Spencer's breathing into my neck, as I try to scoot closer and closer to his body in his car. It's almost like that typical teenage experience that we both missed out on: making out in cars on a summer night. I can tell, sitting in his car with his hand brushing against my chin, that we both crave it.

“Spence..Spencer, wait. Please,” I say, the uncertainty in the words making Spencer drop his hands immediately.

“Did I do something wrong?” Spencer asks, his eyes scanning your face like he’s trying to read me, which he probably is trying to do, knowing him, “Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me, sweetheart. I’m not going to mad or anything,”

“No, no,” I whisper, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, “It’s me. It’s not you, Spencer. It’s a little embarrassing,” I admit, looking down at where your and Spencer’s hands interlock. His hands, bigger and a little more worn, are warm against my cool ones. It might be a little silly, but I like to look at his hands, especially when his hands gleefully embrace my hands. I haven’t had many hands to hold before Spencer.

“What do you mean?” Spencer asks, his thumb runs over the back of my hand nearly melting away all my doubts and insecurities. Nearly.

“It’s just,” I mumble, the words unable to materialize due to my mortification, “It’s silly, really. All of this is just made up. I’m a virgin,” I whisper, lowering my voice at that last word, “And I really, really like you, Spencer. Like I think I love you. And I want to do those things with you. It’s kind of all I can think about when I look at you. But I’m so clumsy and nervous and just…”

“I know,” Spencer says, but a layer of regret flashes across his face right as the words slip out, “No, what I mean is. I know you’re a virgin. But that doesn’t matter to me. It’s a ridiculous thing rooted in patriarchy. It’s entirely made up, like you said,” he continues, drawing shapes across the palm of my hand with his fingers.

“You knew,” I say, feeling a little more embarrassed that he knew this entire time, “Is that, is that why you didn’t push for anything to happen,” I venture.

“No, well. Partly?” Spencer offers, “I figured it out based on the way you reacted to when I kissed you, or when I touched you, or held you hand or really anything,”

“Oh,” I say, the wave of embarrassment becoming almost too much at his point. I feel like I’m a pathetic little insect trapped under a microscope. But when I gain the courage to look back up at him, Spencer’s eyes are full of nothing, but love. I didn’t realize that eyes could be so beautiful until he came into my life, “Sorry, I’m sure that was a total mood killer,” I say, the self-deprecation second nature at this point.

“Not at all,” Spencer whispers, a certain darkness in his voice that intrigues me, “On the contrary, it only made me more curious at the little noises I could get out of you,” he says, his hands, yet again, reach across the console to hold mine, “I only got a little taste of those whimpers you make when I kiss you innocently. But what I really want to hear is you unable to say anything but my name,”

My mouth, far beyond dry, parts in shock at Spencer’s words. Despite three months worth of sweet compliments, breathy kisses, and stolen touches, I’m still not used to all the attention, especially from someone as magnetically handsome as Spencer. He notices this, because of course he does, and smiles softly. Spencer’s fingers release themselves from my grasp and travel to my chin. He brushes the tips of his fingers against my lips and I let myself marvel at the feeling. Secretly, I wish he would slip his thumb into my mouth or grip my jaw with the intensity I know he holds back.

“Spencer. I didn’t think you thought of me like that,” I whisper, afraid to be too loud as if an increase in volume would shatter what we have, “I mean, I certainly thought about you like that, but. I don’t know,”

His mouth moves closer to my ear and I can feel his breath against my skin. There’s something so enchanting about him. He’s some magnetic force of a man that draws me closer and closer to him.

“I want to tell you just how I’ve thought about you,” he whispers into my ear, having a very different reason for whispering than I did. It makes the hair on my arms stand up. His hands drag across my bare arms, slipping the strap of my dress back up my shoulder, “I want to show you just how crazy you make me,”

“Spencer,” I choke out, his name nothing but a cry for help, like some sort of distress signal for someone who wants to be the opposite of saved, “Please, please show me,”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Spencer asks, a teasing character to his voice making me more eager to see what he has in store, “To be the first one to make you whimper like that?”

“Yes. God, please. Yes,” I call out, the feeling of his finger brushing against my elbow making me mad at this point.

Spencer kisses along my jaw, leaving wet open mouth kisses against my skin. I should protest because the pressure he uses is sure to leave marks. But I don’t care. I want to be marked. I want the world to know I’m his, just as much as he’s mine.

“I’m not fucking you in my car, Y/N,” he says, his lips brushing a sensitive part of my skin. I feel sick suddenly and my head feels dizzy as Spencer pulls back, looking at me.

“Oh right,” I say, the unsteady quiver in my voice impossible to hide, “Those are nice leather seats. And sex is messy,”

“No,” Spencer says, leaning across the console again. I don’t even have time to wonder what he’s about to do before he’s kissing me against, “I don’t give a shit about the seats, Y/N. But your first time isn’t going to be a quickie in the back of my car,”

“Oh,” I say, suddenly chuckling nervously. Something resembling insecurity washed over Spencer’s face and she has a sneaking suspicion that he’s not entirely as he may seem, “Oh, no. Spencer, it’s…it’s not you. I’m not laughing at you at all. It’s just, my God, you’re so handsome and smart and I just still can’t believe you’re into me too? Like in my mind it’s just my wildest dreams to think that you’d like me as much as I like you,”

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1,039 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

OH MY GOD SPENCER GOING INTO WORK WITHOUT A WORRY IJ THE WORLD JUST AS USUAL AND EVERYONE IS STARING AND SNICKERING AND HES LIKE “what what what happened” and lil baby boy got treated so right he forgot you left hickeys all over his neck.

ahhh YES!! okay this will be very self-serving bc i am season 1 spencer's actual wife (sorry if that sounds conceited lmao) Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (16+ for making out/suggestive themes)

Elle, Penny, and Morgan were always talking about their conquests, much to Hotch's chagrin. They learned to save the more risqué conversations for the bullpen when Hotch is cornered by Strauss and other higher ups.

Naturally, the conversation alway ended with playfully teasing Spencer for never having any stories about his conquests because he's knee deep in a Monday morning crossword puzzle while they talk about their late Friday nights.

Till one night, Spencer has a late night of his own. It was months in the making, Spencer still spent a lot of the time researching old cases and solving cold cases on his own in the archives department. It took him nearly three weeks to stop blushing every time he walked by your desk because you're either smiling up at him, eager to talk to him about the latest book you've both read or writing notes to slip into the stacks and stacks of paperwork from old cases he asks you to xerox.

Finally....finally. He builds up the courage to ask you out on a date. And of course it goes spectacularly. He's so charming, so perfectly handsome and sweet. It takes a couple dates for the physical aspect to meet up to the emotional aspect. But Spencer would go feral the first time you made out. You would sit yourself in his lap, loving the soft pressure of his hands on your waist.

He would be so whiny when you place your hands on his jaw, guiding him up for a kiss. Spencer would have the softest, most kissable lips that would turn so red and swollen from the slightest bit of kissing. He would be so eager, whimpering at every little touch you give him. It would boost your confidence to the max hearing him, seeing him get so flustered and eager.

Since Spencer needs some more time to adjust to the physical aspects of your relationship he would be thrilled just to mess around on the couch and then fall asleep in soft pjs wrapped up in blankets together.

Unfortunately for Spencer, he failed to realize that he didn't wear a shirt that covered the plethora of marks on his neck and collarbone. He shed his scarf, giving Derek and Elle a quizzical look when the wolfwhistle at him. He would roll his eyes, prepared for their sibling-like teasing.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the boy genius finally swiped that v-card." Elle teased, nodding Spencer's way and throwing Derek a teasing look.

"Finally, dude." Derek would say, walking over to clap Spencer on the back. "I hope you tipped her well."

Spencer would be fuming, unable to stop himself from turning red with embarrassment at Elle and Derek’s teasing. If he had a sliver of confidence he would describe in great detail exactly what happened last night, including how his girlfriend has the same marks under her turtleneck.

But Spencer isn’t a very confident man. Instead, he would have to let fate play out in his favor. Before Elle could get another quip out or Derek would snicker again, you came rushing in baked goods and coffee in tow.

“Spence! Ah,” you said, rushing towards Spencer’s desk ignoring his coworkers curious glances, “you rushed out before I made coffee. And breakfast” you placed the muffin, blueberry and lemon and the travel mug of steaming black coffee on his desk with a smile.

“Thanks,” Spencer said, bashfully looking around at Derek and Elle’s surprised faces. You kissed his cheek, the red sting of embarrassment burning into his cheeks.

“You’re going to need that coffee. We were going at it all night.”

Spencer’s eyebrow raised with worry as he saw Elle and Derek swap curious glances. Fear flooded your face, eyes full of embarrassment and regret as Spencer’s eyes melt into an unfamiliar confidence.

He placed his hand against your hip, pulling you in close for a quick, chaste kiss. He smiled too much, the kind of smile that threatens to make his muscles ache.

“Morgan, Elle, I want you to meet, Y/N. She’s the department librarian. And my girlfriend,”

1,662 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

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[la-cocotte-de-paris]

Rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 blogs you’d love to get to know better!

Tagged by: @gayvillainerainera (open tag hehe and it looked fun!)

Name: Katie

Pronouns: she/her

Zodiac: leo sun, sagittarius moon, virgo rising

Height: 5'3" (if anyone makes a short joke I will bite you)

Time: 00:59 bby

Nationality: Irish babe

Favorite band: Oh man idk, I do love Måneskin and The 1975, ADORE Florence + The Machine (I never know to list the group as a band or just focus on Florence but I adore the music either way, and if you weren't gonna read it in this category, you'd read it in the next) and La Femme, love me some Cocteau Twins, but I've been getting into Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sisters of Mercy, Type O Negative lately! Also vibe with The Radio Dept. And much more tbh but the list will legit keep going so I'll shut up now hahaha :P

Favorite artist: Outside of the aforementioned, Lana Del Rey. Also love The Weeknd.

When you created your blog: Originally in like 2014 or something?? But my blog got flagged for no damn reason back in like early 2020 so then I set up this one. Still occasionally use the other one, but mainly to reblog specific things/signal boost, given I had a sizeable follower count.

The last thing you googled: Madeira famous drink (the answer I was looking for was poncha)

Lucky number: Not telling!

Other blogs: @mademoiselle-katie (the OG blog that is like an old abandoned saloon which is frequented by ghosts rip; if I like one of your posts, that's the url you see). There are some others but I never really use them. @la-fxmme-damnee was a kinkier one I made but I had to keep logging in and I am lazy so. Not bothered to keep it up unless I get traction there lmao.

Why I chose my url: I felt like a change and was watching an old Edwige film where her character was accused of being a "coquette", and I sorta can behave like a coquette (in the original sense, not the Internet Type™ ) and wanted something a little dark, so added "malefique" bc it felt right. I can indeed be an evil coquette, or a nightmare dressed like a daydream (sorry to use the lyric but like...it is lowkey me lol).

How many people you're following: 1,024

How many followers: 1,122 (on this blog, but the OG has 1,192 and a history blog I seldom use now has 1.5k)

Average hours of sleep: Lord knows, nowadays between 7 and 9 I think.

Instruments: My voice 😌 I used to play violin and piano but gave those up. Did tin whistle in primary school lmao. Sorta harmonica (keep losing the harmonica bc I'm an idiot fml). Have been considering doing harp - for a variety of reasons.

Currently wearing: big, fluffy pyjama top and fluffy pyjama bottoms

Dream trip: GOD SOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!! Various destinations across mainland Europe, but I'd really love to see the Nordic countries and the midnight sun/aurora borealis (depending on time of year). <3 Mexico, Cuba, Thailand and India would also be super cool!!! There are some others too but I've already talked too much :P

Fav food: omg sis I love food way too much, Sicilian olives, hummus, kabanossi, brie cheese, fettucine alfredo, pizza, ratatouille, this ratatouille lasagna recipe my mom makes, blinis, smoked salmon... <3

Fav song: okay i have several atm: Passaccaglia by Ennio Morricone, Dominion by Sisters of Mercy, Christian Woman by Type O Negative, Bela Lugosi's Dead by Bauhaus, Cat People by David Bowie. I have many others including all-time faves but these are current ones.

Three fictional universes I wanna live in: none thank you (that I can currently think of).

I shall tag: @little-miss-scare-all666 @bodhitreebluebird @neednottoneed @sonybuzz42 @bouncing-flowers @jazz-vampire @mirandasinclairs @blackwoodbanshee @cafeomancer @catherinebronte (if you guys wish to, ofc!! no presh if not), and anyone else who'd like to do it! <3 It's great fun!

[lenabloo]

So I’ve been “gone” for awhile…

It wasn’t intentional, I just had a lot going on. A brief rundown of the things that happened in my life between May(ish) of 2020 and now, I attended and graduated from a dental lab program, worked three part time jobs while in school, had a breast reduction, got an autism diagnosis, had my gallbladder removed, got an Ehler-Danlos diagnosis, got a job at a dental office/lab that I really love, and… yeah I think that’s it!

Part of me not really being on this account in all that time is that holy shit, I was busy, but also I have the tumblr app on my phone and it’s logged into my passionfish11 account and I’m too lazy to switch back and forth (they are fully separate accounts - I made them before I knew you could make sideblogs? And I don’t know if there’s a way to “merge” the accounts), but I haven’t been all that active on that account either, aside from liking fandom things.

Anyways!

So I’ve really struggled with social media since the fall of LiveJournal, there’s a whole lot of reasons behind that, but frankly, LiveJournal really worked for me, as a format, and now, as a 32 year old who’s actually fairly stable and confident (very weird. It’s good, but it’s very weird), I’ve realized there’s really no reason why I can’t treat my tumblr more like LiveJournal. I think when I first joined, all the way back in…. 2011, I think? I’m pretty sure I treated it more like LiveJournal, at first, but man, things became so judgemental and all-or-nothing in a lot of the fandom parts of tumblr, and I got too scared to post or even reblog much on my own blog?

But like I said, I’m 32 now! My life is in the best place it’s ever been, and if my posts end up outside of my corner of the hellsite, I feel pretty okay with just blocking people or taking a break for a while, so. Here I am! I tend towards overly wordy and formal writing, so I’m definitely going to be making use of read-mores, and I’m kind of absent-minded when it comes to replying to people, but I really want to give being social in this way another try? I’ve spent years reading about other neurodivergent folks finding that the internet is the best available way for them to be social, and I’ve always felt kind of disconnected from that, but I think it’s because I was essentially trying to mask even online. So I’m not doing that anymore! I’m wordy and a touch pedantic and kind of shy about interacting but if I was able to pour my heart out on LiveJournal when I was a desperate, depressed teenager, how hard could it be to just kind of be here as a stable, semi-settled adult?

Tl;dr: A whole lot happened in my life over the last 3-ish years, and now that I’ve gone through all of that and come out on the other side a pretty happy and confident adult, I want to try being social online again! Haven’t done that much since the days of LJ, but I feel pretty good about this lol. So this is my personal blog, passionfish11 is my fandom/writing blog, both of them are doll blogs, and there’s sure to be crossover in the other content too.

I’ve missed everyone? That’s not a question, I have missed all of my mutuals and the folx I follow, but it feels a little weird to say that when I wasn’t interacting much even before my unexpected/unintentional sabbatical…?

(Also HOW do you do a readmore on tumblr? I used to do them in the HTML on LJ buuuuut it’s been a while and google mostly ends up confusing me @_@;;; )