#it’s one of my fav things in fiction ever

[quackurucho]

the only thing that makes me actually kinda semi-like the nuke ending is the fact that i am an Absolute sucker for stories that r basically an ouroboros in the sense that the same thing just keeps repeating over and over and the characters just keep attempting keep everyone alive and survive in peace with eachother but it just goes the same every time with all the wars and betrayal and divided mess and its doomed Everytime and it just piles up over and over. what if the dsmp we watched wasn’t even the first attempt ya know

[musclesandhammering]

Not to be political on main, but purity testing is actually the most annoying thing to come out of the last 5 years. It amazes me how so many morally intelligent folks completely fail to grasp the concept that people can be problematic and still likeable and contributive.

[minakoainosupremacy]

I’m sad, I’ve had a bunch of fun cool ideas sitting in the back of my head since like new years which I wanted to use for rare pair week, but like life has been kicking my ass so I didn’t have time to even start anything and now it’s over :( guess they will just keep living in my head until next year

[vole-mon-amour]

the last one got me like

Enjoying drawing Malora with Sleeping Beauty style

[phagodyke]

ohhhhh my god girl i don't careeeee

[weirdcat1213]

can someone make a study about how some people can be casual enjoyers of things

alex avila if you are out there pls take this as a thesis for a video i wont mind-

[reinemichele]

Translation here

One crimson petal, one young leaf Quantified fantasy, sensitive touch Moonlight like ice, eyes like storm clouds Ardent whispers, a foolproof formula A sweet experiment Extracting the tears of petals The fallen tears Bloom new again I held my breath in the fog The moment I found you I long for you, to get One drop to breathe in Cover my whole body in you, again and again Deeply saturate my whole body with you You saturate and saturate until my dizziness is complete You and I aren’t the type to be destroyed Come here and seep through me I definitely won’t hurt you So grab my hand All I have is conviction in my experiment You complete my dizziness Breathe you in, breathe you in, you Lock you up in my body, lock you up Lock you up so you can’t disappear

[noxtivagus]

the sorrow of werlyt. hmmm

[beamorgan]

Favourite Reads of the Year

I will not be ranking these, because that would hurt my heart. Buckle up folks, there are a lot of amazing books out there

The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells

I know, I KNOW, I'm late to the party but omg this whole series is just as good as people say!!! I know I said I wouldn't be ranking, but if I was these would be fighting for the top spot. I have already relistened to all the audiobooks. I anticipate rereading them literally every year from now on. I would die for Murderbot, which it would think is a stupid thing for a human to do when there is a SecUnit right there. [adult, scifi]

Emily Wilde's Map of the Otherlands by Heather Fawcett

Sequel to last year's fav Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries, this follows a bullheaded academic trying find the magical door that will let her faerie boyfriend back into his faerie kingdom. Chaos ensues in the Alps. It's fabulous, and the author's approach to using folklore is very similar to my own writing, which I love and also get imposter syndrome about. 10/10 recommend [adult, historical fantasy]

Model Home by Solomon Rivers

Would you like to be repeatedly punched in the gut? Look no further than this story of racism and child abuse in a Texas McMansion, with gorgeous prose and a genderqueer protagonist and the laundry list of content warnings you can expect with the genre. It hurt so good. [adult, contemporary gothic horror]

You Should Be So Lucky by Cat Sebastian

This love affair between a baseball play and a sports reporter was recced to me by the lovely @colubrina and boy was it worth the two-day binge it inspired! Romance can be very hit-or-miss for me, but this knocked it out of the park (please enjoy my pun). I didn't even have to know anything about baseball to love it! [adult, historical (1960s) romance]

The Locked Tomb Series by Tamsyn Muir

Another tumblr fav, FOR A REASON. Gideon is hilarious. Harrow is an absolute mess. Nona is BABY, my beloved. (Camilla and Palamedes have my whole entire heart). Also, the audiobook narrator is fantastic. In the words of the author, the buns are also fried chicken. [adult, sci fantasy]

Master and Commander by Patrick O'Brian

This one is @elodieunderglass's fault. Historical buffoonery on boats. The main characters are ridiculous. The sailing jargon is incomprehensible. It's great. [adult, historical fiction]

All You Can Ever Know by Nicole Chung

This is a gorgeous memoir of an interracial adoptee trying to make contact with her birth family while pregnant with her own child. It grapples thoughtfully with reconnecting to a lost culture, the complexities of family history, and the social and legal barriers adoptees face to learning about themselves. [adult, memoir]

Death in the Spires by KJ Charles

I devour everything Charles writes, so I was EXCITED for this mystery. She made it very clear on social media "It's not a kissing book!!" (it's kinda still a kissing book). She wrote a stonking book, as usual, with an underdog protagonist revisiting the murder that happened during his toxic time at Oxford university. [adult, historical mystery]

Martyr! by Kaveh Akbar

My favourite literary fiction read of the year, this meditation on Iranian diaspora identity is written by a poet and you can tell. I would suck the prose up through a straw if I could. The protagonist is an addict and also quite suicidal. It was fun :) [adult, literary fiction]

She Who Became the Sun by Shelly Parker-Chan

and the sequel, He Who Drowned the World. I don't even know how to sell this, all I want to do is flail incoherently about how amazing it is. IT'S AMAZING. JUST READ IT. (wait I know: this satisfied the part of me that was obsessed with Mulan as a kid) [adult, historical fantasy]

A Little Trickery by Roseanna Pike

The voicey-est book I've ever read. I screenshot like every other page. It follows an orphaned girl trying to survive in Tudor England through various means, such as faking a miracle in the church where her gay best friend is priest. [adult, historical fiction]

At the End of the River Styx by Michelle Kulwiki

My friend wrote a book! It made me cry!!! They were delighted with this!!! Please give this to any teenager in your life who needs to see thoughtful representation of grief and depression and boys in love. [YA, contemporary fantasy]

[internet-succubus]

husband hunting!

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content/tags, mdni!: meeting at a bar/mentions of drinking, strangers to lovers (to a secret third thing?), fem receiving oral, nanami is a gentleman obviously, prone bone, hair pulling, unprotected sex w/ stranger (don't be silly, wrap ur willy!), creampie, consent is sexy

a/n: finally finished :,-) i wanted to write something for my fav fictional blonde. if i missed any tags or if anyone has feedback lmk! this is like the second thing i've ever written n i'm always looking to improve!!! enjoy :-p

word count: 5.4k

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it was well known amongst kento nanami’s friends and colleagues that he was a massive homebody. when he wasn’t at the school or running errands with/for you, he was at home. his life had slowed significantly since leaving his position as a sorcerer, though he hadn’t left the life behind entirely. nanami no longer accepted missions, as they’re too dangerous now that he’s attempting to settle down, but he does spend a considerable amount of time at jujutsu high’s tokyo campus. he finds peace in serving as a mentor for young sorcerers, urging them to prioritize themselves and to not get too lost in their work while they’re young. 

the two of you met while he was on a mission, working solo to exorcise a rather strong curse a few towns away from home. being away was a chore, so he chose to drown his sorrows at the closest bar he could find to his shoddy hotel. you, on the other hand, were attempting to create some distance between yourself and your place of employment that bestowed upon you a rather heavy cross to bear. your last drink was just beginning to blur the edges of your vision when a stoic looking man caught your eye.

that particularly slow thursday night is where he first laid eyes on you from across the room. it had been a long time since he had approached a woman, not wanting to burden somebody else with the trials and tribulations of being a sorcerer, but something about your demeanor caught his attention and refused to let it go.

he figured that the best way to start was to send you a drink through the only server working that night, hoping you would somehow know it came from him. after browsing the menu and considering his options, nanami opted to buy you another one of the drinks he just saw you finish. it looked like a fruity cocktail- its bright blue liquid was complemented by the green umbrella hanging off the top. the drink’s appearance was amusing to him- especially after he took note of the sour look plastered across your features. despite its innocent appearance, the look on your face suggested that the bartender was feeling rather generous when mixing it up for you.

as you were debating between heading home for the night and buying one last drink to tide you over for the train ride home, the server approached you holding a tall glass of the drink you had just finished. how strange, you thought. you didn’t remember ordering another, but if the universe made the decision for you, who were you to complain?

before you could inquire about the drink, the server spoke. “this was bought for you by the gentleman sitting at the bar,” she said enthusiastically. her body language suggested that she was tired, but her voice was tinged with excitement for you. “he’s been staring at you all night, i suggest you talk to him before he pounces on you from all the way over there,” she says, this time with a sly smile and a short nod in the direction of what seemed to be your next source of entertainment. over her shoulder, you could see that he was facing you. despite his tinted glasses and the dim lights of the bar, you could almost feel his eyes burning into you, scanning you up and down.

you muttered a quick thanks to the server before you took a sip of the new drink, gathering your things to meet your mysterious suitor. your dating history was brief, with just a few unserious boyfriends throughout high school and college, none of them seeming to have that “wow” factor that you were looking for in a long term partner. 

the closer you got to the bar, the larger the man seemed to get. your legs grew heavy and a warmth pooled at your core as you took in the sight of his broad shoulders and well defined jaw. the universe must have sensed your loneliness and decided to throw you a bone for the hell of it. when you finally arrived next to him, the air felt thick as you leaned against the bar, deciding that you would take control for a little bit. some fun couldn’t hurt, right? they don’t call it liquid courage for nothing.

as soon as you pulled out a stool and made yourself comfortable, the conversation started flowing. maybe it was the drinks or maybe it was the way his dirty blonde hair hung just right in front of his forehead, but the longer you talked, the harder it was to focus on anything but him. it didn’t take long for you to learn his name, what he did for work, and a few other details of his life that interested you just enough that you wanted to get closer, just to know more. it took even less time for you to initiate short moments of contact- brushing his shoulder here, resting a hand on his knee there. the soft red hue that spread across his cheeks with every touch was an indication that he was picking up what you were putting down, as the kids would say.

nanami nursed his glass of whiskey as the two of you talked, taking in the scent of your perfume and committing it to memory. it seemed as if you were following a script he didn’t remember writing. he wasn’t one to dwell on romance, but tonight had him reconsidering that. was he interested because of who you were, or simply because he hadn’t had a connection with a woman like this in so long? as the conversation took a number of unexpected turns, he started to believe the former. when your hands made their way to the fabric of his suit, he felt electrified, as if each touch was charged with a small spark of energy. 

the rest of the night was history. you ended up talking for so long that the bar was closing, and you were the only two patrons left. the owner shooed you out, jokingly saying “alright, lovebirds, make your way out and into the night.” and “make your way into the night” you did. after leaving in a fit of laughter, you accepted his offer to return to his hotel, almost certain of what would happen next.

nanami kento was a gentleman, lightly holding your waist as you stepped onto the elevator to his hotel’s top floor. the tension was palpable, weighing on both of you heavily. he made no effort to kiss you though, despite the closeness of your face to his. he could sense that you wanted more, but he wanted to take things a little bit slow. he wanted to do this right.

he let you exit the elevator first, watching the curves of your waist shift as you took slow steps just a short distance ahead of him. the fabric of your dress moved in time with your walk, and he began to wonder if this was real life. it took all of his self control not to haul you over his shoulder and have his way with you, right there in the hallway. nanami coached himself through a few deep breaths, hoping that the periodic flow of oxygen to his brain would lower the thump of his pulse in his ears. spoiler alert: it didn’t help. not one bit.

“yes, i’m real, what made you think i wasn’t?” you giggled over your shoulder. shit, did he say that out loud? the drinks from the bar must have been stronger than he thought.

“nothing,” he said slowly, choosing his next words carefully, making sure to keep his internal dialogue internal this time. “i just… haven’t done anything like this before,” he sighed. he hoped that his insecurity wasn’t obvious. as the two of you reached the door to his room, he took a final, shaky breath before reaching around you to unlock it.

the two of you stepped through the door, waiting until the lock latched behind you before closing the gap and bursting that oh-so-heavy bubble of sexual tension. his hands started at the tops of your arms, slowly making their way to your hands where he interlaced his fingers with yours. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as he leaned in, stopping just before your lips connected. “can i kiss you?” he whispered against your mouth. 

the voice in your head had some rather filthy things to say, but you settled for a soft, “yes,” before he finally pressed his lips against yours. the sharp taste of whiskey was a stark contrast to the slight tremble of his lips. you could tell he was nervous, but you found it adorable. how could a man like nanami kento be so timid? you smiled to yourself against his lips, your mouth moving in time with his. short pecks turned into sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as he grew more confident.

he moved one hand to cup your face lightly, gently stroking your skin with his thumb. his other hand looped around your waist, pulling your hips closer to his by pushing his large palm into the small of your back. he held your face in place as he broke away from your lips, opting to trail kisses down your jaw. you placed a hand on his broad chest and another over his fingers that rested on your face. his soft, blonde hair ghosted across your face as his lips moved like they had a mind of their own.

soft kisses turned into gentle nips along your collarbone. every few seconds, he sunk his teeth in a little farther, relishing in the gasps and quiet ‘ahs’ that left your lips. it was after he felt your fingers grip his hair and gently pull that he decided that he would do whatever it took to make you his. was it crazy of him to fall in love after just a few hours and a short makeout session? perhaps, but the taste of your soft skin was enough to make him follow you to the ends of the earth.

his calloused hands held onto your hips for a brief moment as his mouth moved back and forth across your neck, leaving small marks that looked like a necklace of love bites and lust. you then felt him grip the backs of your thighs and you had a feeling you knew what was coming, so you locked your arms around his neck and prepared for lift off.

“can i?” he rasped, already knowing the answer. he could feel your desperation in the way your back arched, bringing your bodies impossibly closer. he lifted his head from your chest and met your eyes. at some point during your walk to the room he took off his glasses and tucked them into his collar, and you were grateful for it. his lust-filled gaze made your body feel electric. you nodded, looking down at the man whose eyes stayed locked with yours. that was all he needed to see before he hoisted you up and off the ground, feeling your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. he didn’t miss the way your dress rode up your thighs, exposing the wetness between your legs. he could feel you dampening his dress shirt as he walked you to the bed and laid you down gently.

the warm light of his bed-side lamp casted soft shadows along your face, and their abstract shapes complemented the messy swirls of hair that framed your face. he barely knew you, but the look in your eyes and the sound of your shallow, hungry breaths made him feel like he was exactly where he needed to be. 

nanami leaned down, making sure that his large frame was the only thing you could see. he needed all of your attention to be on him, like a lost puppy returning home. his hands were planted on either side of your head, making sure not to place them on your hair so he wouldn’t be pulling on it. not yet, anyway. he gazed into your eyes for a moment. “you look beautiful,” he whispered. “can i touch you?”

you nodded eagerly, letting him sit back just enough to run his hands from your shoulders to your chest, cupping your breasts and squeezing lightly. his hands slid down your front before they reached the tops of your thighs. your dress had shifted so that it barely covered your panties. you could feel your cheeks flush as his thumbs slipped under the fabric hugging your hips. his eyes never left yours as he cocked his head to the side, silently asking for consent. you nodded again.

nanami took a moment to pull you closer so that your hips were elevated, your ass resting on his thighs. he pulled up your dress with one hand so that it bunched around your waist as his other hand grazed the inside of your thigh, making you tense involuntarily. he cupped you between your legs, pressing the heel of his palm onto your clit and slipping his strong fingers under your panties. his fingers swiped back and forth, spreading your wetness around in such a filthy way. “f-fuck,” you stuttered, your senses heightened from the hours of anticipation you’ve endured. you bucked into his hand, trying to get as much friction as possible.

“shh, don’t get greedy now. let me take care of you, pretty girl,” he said softly. you could feel his strong fingers circling your wet entrance. it was almost embarrassing how aroused you were for him, but it only made him more confident. it felt like a lifetime of teasing before he slipped his middle and ring finger into you, taking his time and getting you used to the unfamiliar feeling. the intrusion made you buck again, and his free hand moved to rest on your lower stomach, securing your hips in place.

the sight of his fingers pumping in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace was all he could focus on. blood rushed to his cock, forming a tent in his already tight dress pants. your back arched as the pads of his fingers pressed into your g-spot, making you dig your heels into the mattress. 

“god, your -haah- fingers feel s-so fucking good,” you said, looking down at where he was touching you. you bit your lip to keep yourself quiet, not wanting to break his focus. this seemed to displease him though, as the hand that was resting on your stomach made its way to your chin. he gripped it lightly and ran his thumb along your bottom lip, freeing it from where it was held between your teeth. 

“don’t hold yourself back, baby, tell me how good i’m making you feel.” your eyes widened in shock- you didn’t think men like this existed in real life. a man who was overly cocky usually turned you off in seconds, but his confidence was entirely justified. his palm pressed into your clit harder, and you could feel him moving it in lazy circles. your jaw fell slack as whimpers and soft profanities slipped past your lips. he took a moment to listen to the sounds you made, not wanting to miss a second of your audible pleasure. “that’s it, that’s what i like to hear.” this man would be the death of you, and you wouldn’t want to go out any other way.

his fingers moved faster, pushing further and further inside you. you felt so full you could burst- you could only imagine how his cock would feel inside you. “i n-need more, i need you,” you whined. the corners of his mouth curled, a smile growing on his face. he had you right where he wanted you from the moment he saw you at the bar.

silently, he slipped his fingers out of you before taking them in his mouth, swirling his tongue to clean your juices off of himself. the taste made him feel like a different person, his thoughts shifting from love-making to mean, rough sex. your eyes widened as you watched him suck on his fingers.

“you’ll take what i give you,” he said firmly. he scooted himself to the foot of the bed, kneeling on the floor like he was beginning a prayer. his hands locked around your hips and pulled hard. only once your thighs were over his shoulders and your cunt was mere inches away from his lips did he stop pulling on you. his half-lidded eyes looked up at you while he watched your chest heave. the rise and fall of your breasts spurred him on further.

his gaze shifted back to the space between your thighs, where your underwear was struggling to hide your arousal. he leaned in, placing soft kisses from the hem of your panties to the pool of slick at your core. the longer he spent peppering you with kisses, the harder it was to control yourself.

your hands made their way to his head, starting at his temples and sweeping his hair back. you could feel him smile against you, and though you couldn't see it, you knew the curve of his lips was nothing short of diabolical. he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

nanami’s left hand stayed on your hip while his right moved to pull your panties to the side again. he moved faster this time, not having the patience to wait any longer. his lust-filled gaze flitted between your face, screwed up in pleasure and desire, and your cunt, now shiny with the wetness he was responsible for. he leaned in and flattened his tongue against you, licking a long stripe all the way to your clit. a whimper escaped your lips as he began sucking gently.

the warm, wet feeling of his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud sent waves of electricity through your body. instinctively, your legs tried to clamp together, but the head between your thighs proved to be a welcome obstacle. in response, his large hands made his way to the outside of your thighs where he pressed them further together. nanami kento did not back down from a challenge.

as his mouth moved against you and his tongue painted figure eights around your clit and entrance, your legs continued squeezing his head. the dull ache in his neck was nothing compared to the tight strain of his hard cock in his pants. one hand moved down to palm himself in an attempt to relieve some of the stress on his pants, but it was futile. the only thing that could satisfy his growing bulge was busy being devoured.

his eyes became fixed on your face and the way your mouth opened when his middle and ring fingers slipped inside you once more. he admired the way your eyebrows drew together in response to all of the filthy things his mouth was doing to you. nearly an hour passed as his deft lips moved around you, seemingly with a mind of their own. at some point, his eyes fell closed as he let the motion of your hips guide him to where he needed to be.

all of a sudden, nanami’s pace changed. a particularly unholy moan slipped from your lips, followed by a shaky, “p-please”. you didn’t know what you were begging for, but as soon as the broken word hit his ears, he developed one goal: to make you cum in his mouth. his lips locked around your clit once again, sucking with a near painful amount of force, while his fingers began pumping faster and harder.

“mmph - f-fuck i’m c-close, please don’t stop,” you cried. your voiced no longer sounded like your own; you were surprised at how… obscene your noises were. nanami moaned right into your cunt, which sent vibrations through your core all the way to your throat. your knees attempted to fly together but his head remained secure, sucking on your swollen clit until you were twitching involuntarily. 

your hips bucked once, then twice, and then everything went white. your entire body was spasming out of your control. the increasing volume of your cries matched the pace of his fingers and tongue. it felt like he was everywhere all at once, and your legs tensed. he seemed to know what was coming, as he kept his pace consistent and let you ride out your intense wave of pleasure right on his face..

when he felt your body relax and your legs unclench, he pulled his head away. the slick dripping down his chin caught reflected parts of the warm lighting that filled the room, and you blushed. for someone you met less than 12 hours ago, he sure seemed to know what you like.

he positioned himself above you once more as he lowered his head to kiss you softly, a sharp contrast to the lewd things his mouth was doing just moments before. your chest was heaving and you sucked in deep breaths between sloppy kisses, inhaling his sharp cologne. expensive, but not obnoxious- this one was definitely a keeper. 

his hands slipped under your body and stopped on the small of your back. your lips slowed to an agonizing halt as nanami lifted his head, blonde strands surrounding his face like the drooping branches of a willow tree. it was almost disgusting how beautiful he was as his smooth voice said, “lay on your stomach, hips up.”

your body responded quickly, and it seemed like you assumed your position before he even finished his sentence. he slipped a pillow under your lower stomach so your could relax your back; your arch was supported and it gave your tired muscles a moment to unwind. large hands and thick fingers worked their way down your shoulders and back the heel of his palms pressing onto your spine. a little massage never hurt, given the things he planned to do to you. 

he then stopped on your ass, kneading the flesh and taking his time to admire your figure. a thumb ran down the valley of your behind. it made its way between your legs resting right outside of your swollen slit. he didn’t miss the way your thighs pressed together slightly, indicating that your body wanted more despite your previous climax.

you looked over your shoulder and fluttered your eyelashes innocently, meeting his eyes that raked up your body. silently, you spread your legs, inviting him into you. he understood your unspoken request as he undid his pants and slipped them off, revealing a rather intimidating looking tent in his underwear. the clink of his belt’s metal buckle seemed to ring throughout the silent room as he tugged his boxers down, down, down, allowing is cock to spring free. maybe it was the angle, or your blurred vision deceiving you, but one thought crossed your mind immediately: where in god’s name will that go? surely it won’t fit inside me.

nanami wrapped one hand around his thick base, working his fist to his tip where he gathered a generous amount of precum to lubricate himself all the way down to his toned pelvis. his other hand pressed against the inside of your thigh, urging you to make more room for him. you wiggled your ass slightly as he swiped his tip up and down your wet core. a gasp slipped past your lips and his eyes flicked up to your surprised face.

“c-can you go slow? it’s… been a while,” you said quietly. you attempted to soothe your nerves with a few deep breaths, mentally preparing yourself. a soft smile graced his face as he continued pumping himself.

“of course, i plan to handle you with care, pretty thing. we’ll take our time and you let me know if i need to stop or slow down, ‘kay?” he reassured you. you nodded and watched as he pressed his tip against you

he slid his hand further up his shaft, slowly guiding himself into you. the slow stretch was foreign but welcome as you pushed back onto him. your movement drew a hiss from nanami as he inhaled sharply and bit his lip. soft ahs and mphs spilled from your throat as he continued. his free hand moved to spread you apart further so he could see exactly where your bodies met.

“you taking it okay?” he asked. he paused and waited for you to answer and tell him whether he should continue. the slight pain mixed with pleasure clouded your head and it took you a few moments to process his words. your eyes were fixed on him the whole time and you had no intention of looking away. your body desperately wanted him to have his way with you, but the check in was appreciated. a true gentleman.

“yes, fuck, i need more,” you breathed out, pushing back further. he huffed in response and slipped the rest of his length into you in one fluid motion, taking in the sweet squelches of your pussy. you’d never felt so full yet so comfortable in your life, and in a fit of impatience, you rocked your hips back slightly. his tip neared your cervix the further back you went and you winced.

he laughed softly and rested a hand on your hips and placing another on the bed beside your waist, leaning forward slightly. “someone’s eager tonight, huh?” he teased, pulling back slightly before pushing back in. you nodded, and your eyes met his again as he began thrusting slowly but firmly, occasionally pressing against the most sensitive spot inside you.

your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth as you stifled moans timed with his hips. at the same time, he groaned as his pace quickened slowly. the plap plap plap of skin and soft sounds of wetness coming from the space between your thighs made you blush a deep crimson. your brows drew together as he continued. you could tell that he was riding the line between losing control and waiting on you to tell him how to proceed.

“n-need you to use me, please,” you begged. his mouth opened and he exhaled sharply, the warmth of his breath making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up in arousal. he shook his head, locking his eyes shut in an attempt to keep his hips at a consistent pace.

“i can’t, d-don’t want to hurt you,” he choked out. his whines filled the air as you tightened around him.

“i can take it baby, promise. making me feel so f-f-fucking good,” you responded. there was a slight doubt in the back of your mind, wondering if you could actually take it or if your cockdrunkenness had gotten the best of you, but there was only one way to find out.

his hips picked up in speed after what felt like an eternity as he contemplated his options. “tell me if it hurts then, alright? i don’t know how- fuck- long i’ll last,” he said. he moved a hand to the back of your head, pushing your face gently into the soft material of his bed. strong fingers grabbed at the base of your scalp, tugging just enough for you to feel it. his other hand slid down the slope of your back and stopped at the deepest part of your arch, gently pushing it down down down. 

an unintelligible string of curses and pleading words fell from your lips as he let go, allowing his body to take control. the slap of his his hips against your own grew louder as he let out a long, deep groan. “t-taking it so good for me baby, taking me d-deep like that,” he said through clenched teeth. his newfound animalistic nature caused you to clench around him tighter, eyes rolling back in pure bliss.

the lewd noises and shallow breaths continued to fill the room as he worked his way up to pounding into you, causing you to press your face into the bed to muffle your near screams. your elbow covered your face in embarrassment, the knowledge that you’ve never come undone like this making you question your identity. the thick hand on your head pulled you up again, calling you back to reality. “let me hear how you sound pretty thing, y-you wanted it like this didn’t ya?” he said lowly in your ear, his hips moving impossibly faster. 

your eyes crossed and your sounds grew more desperate as you tried and failed to come up with a response. who could blame you? this was the best fuck you’ve had in god knows how long and all you could do is savor it and hope it never ended. the movement of his cock in and out of your tight cunt brought him closer and closer to the edge.

a sheen of sweat coated both of your bodies as his hips stuttered and you slipped a hand between your legs to rub your swollen, aching clit. “y-y-yes, wanted you s-so fuckin’ bad,” you admitted, letting your instincts take over. his grip on your hair tightened and he moved his other hand to secure your hips in place so he could hit that spot over and over again.

“gonna cum for me gorgeous? n-need to see that pussy fuckin’ gush around me,” he said in an almost mocking manner. “gonna make me cum too, s-so tight around me.” if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was just about babbling over how good you were fucking back onto his thick cock, letting it stretch you with every thrust inside. 

“mhm, g-gonna cum for you baby, need yours too,” you said breathlessly. his eyes widened as a lightbulb went off in his head as he understood what you said. “wanna feel you f-fill my pussy,” you whined, confirming what he already knew.

your legs pressed together and tensed again, letting him know you were getting close to your second climax of the night. nanami sat upright again, placing both hands on your hips and driving himself into you at a constant, punishing pace.

“r-ready to take it all? wan’ me to fill this pretty pussy with my h-hot fucking load?” he said excitedly. soft mhms left your lips as you nodded, shutting your eyes tight and letting yourself go around him. you felt yourself gush and convulse around him, your throbbing cunt driving him over the edge as he let out a series of high pitched noises. his seed spilled into you, coming out in short bursts that kissed against your cervix. his thrusts slowed but kept hitting you deep as his orgasm slowed and you came down from your high, trembling slightly from overstimulation.

he pulled out slowly, giving you a chance to readjust to the empty feeling again. his eyes were fixed on your cunt. you felt his cum dribbling out and you reached a hand back to stuff some of it back into your pussy, not wanting it to go to waste on the hotel’s bright white sheets. 

you found yourself flipped onto your back as nanami kissed you deeply, cupping your jaw and slipping his tongue in and out of your mouth slowly but shamelessly. your hands made their way into his hair and slowly stroked his scalp and the back of his neck, fingers ghosting over his damp skin. after a moment he pulled away, laughing breathlessly. “was that okay for you? i didn’t hurt you or anything, did i?”

your face took on a sarcastic expression of disbelief, your eyebrows raising sharply. “did i sound like i didn’t enjoy it? i’ll have to practice my moans then i guess.” he smiled and flopped down beside you, propping himself up on an elbow to study your post-sex face for a little longer. you looked over at him and you both burst into a fit of giggles, the endorphins kicking in and making you smile like a loon.

“i guess so, maybe we should do this again. wanna go out sometime?”

[realcube]

have u ever thought about Tsukishima's type of girl?

tsukishima's type of girl (imo) :

— someone he has a pre-established relationship with. he would never go up to a stranger he finds attractive and ask for their number, and he doesn't appreciate it when girls he is barely acquainted with hit on him either. so he would like a girl he already knows.

— tough. just bc he is rude and being a meanie is kinda his love language so he couldn't really be with anyone too sensitive who might burst into tears after (playfully) being called a dumbass.

— quick-witted and a bit sassy. it would be unfair and unhealthy if he were to be calling his s/o all these mean things, only for them to just sit there and take it. that would make him feel like such as asshole. so he would probably need someone who serve the attitude right back at him. hashtag equality.

— someone sincere. the type of girl that radiates warmth and passion under a poise veil of composure. who fills his life with unending joy; understanding the small habits he has that make him whole, and loving him for every minor or major imperfection. the concept of being a boyfriend is challenging for him, while being a husband is completely uncharted terrority that he only wishes to explore once, so he needs someone's soft hand in his the whole time, however clammy or uncertain, to guide him through it.

— (self-indulgent) freckles and scars!

this ask reminds me one time ages ago (like pre-hiatus so a couple years ago) i wrote some hcs and i off-handedly mentioned i think tsukki likes tall girls (which is a self-diss bc i am literally 5'5) and this anon came into my inbox and basically told me i was ruining their fav bc they are short and i've made them feel unloved by saying that tsukki likes tall ppl. (bearing in mind i never said he hated short ppl and he is also fictional) so i deleted the post and the ask lmao

[xo-adeline]

Can I request Chigiri, Nagi, and Bachira getting jealous of their s/o favorite fictional character (besides them)? -> Came from one of the comments on my post but wanted to make sure it was in my line up so I didn't forget to do it!!

Chigiri Hyoma -> I'm sorry but this man is no good with emotions, though his face says it all when he jealous, of really anything -> He will side eye things until you figure out that he's feeling jealous or anything, but then again even when you ask him he'll brush it off like it was nothing -> But he really can't stand to see you gush all about this character who you love ever so much, I mean your walls are more decorated with things of this character then they are of pictures of the two of you!! -> May or May not actually attempt to act like them, but if you ever call him out on it he'll say he wasn't and that it was just an "off day" -> But going back to the fact that he's hella jealous. I mean he's a whole man right here, who can actually hold and touch you and yet you choose to be in love with something that can't even see you?! -> He will hella judge you tho, like why talk about how much you wanna kiss that character when he's literally right here and has been pleading for kisses (with his facial expressions) Nagi Seishiro -> He kinda understands I mean he's most likely had characters that he's liked from his video games, but def not as much as you do -> He'll give you the weirdest looks from where ever he was sitting, even bothering to look up from his game to question what the hell your even talking about -> Does get a little pouty when you gush about how much you wanna cuddle and squeeze the daylights out of your fav characters, I mean he's right there and he wants you to cuddle him -> Will express the fact he thinks your a little delulu and you should really just focus on the fact you have a real person that loves you, instead of trying to get somebody who's not even in your universe Bachira Meguru -> Pouty #2, but at least he'll tell you straight up that he wants your attention -> Has def thrown your phone away from you just to get your attention, I mean phones are replaceable, he's not -> Also Groans repeatedly when you talk about your character and how much you love them, can't you use all that love on him instead?? -> Every once in a while he will be nice though and when he finds some merch online he may, if in a good mood, get it for you, but don't get to excited about it, there's a 99% chance that later he'll get jealous about you trying to figure out where to put it and things like that, that he'll take it and hide it -> Will tackle you onto your bed if he thinks you're talking too much about your fav character and will make you cuddle with him

[simpjaes]

One of my fav enha writers elix8r on here just announced that they were leaving and it just made me so sad to see someone leave due to people not appreciating their work and it made me think of you and how you’re literally one of my only fav writers who haven’t left this site and I hope you never do cause ily so much and I was wondering how we could show you more appreciation for giving us amazing fics? Like I know you’re loved by so many people and get good numbers on notes but still like I don’t want to lose you too so lmk if there’s anything else we can do for you to make you know we appreciate everything you put out here 🥺

; - ; time for transparency, and a HUGE rant. But first, thank you so much, im so honored you said this to me <3

there are plenty of ways you can support me! For instance, i do have a patreon set up for eventual writing [which will still be posted here too for the most part], that won't happen until i have more time outside of school. I also do have cash app! Which i prefer over ko-fi because i don't like my personal information shown ;-; you can ask me for my cash app tho!

Other ways include simply telling me how my fics make you feel, or if you like them. You are never obligated to tip me money for what I write, and i will alwwwaaays want feedback and reblogs!

that being said: am i leaving tumblr?

I've been weighing my thoughts lately, and i've boiled it down that i really don't know how I feel about being here after I started writing four years ago. I don't like the way people feel entitled to access my life, and who I am. [remember that blog who posted my selfies, and other writer's selfies just so people could see it? without our consent? example number 2398749382, truly]

I don't like the cliques [even if we all end up in one whether intentional or not, some of you are just fucking mean], i don't like the moral police, i don't like the performative activism, i don't like the copying even if on a tiny level, i don't like how people treat me like a celebrity. I don't like how I can't monitor closely for underage people who should not ever be looking at my blog, let alone reading work that i did NOT write for them. the main thing though, really is the entitlement from people, and the blatant nasty intentions a lot of people have here, especially between writers.

It's unbearable sometimes.

Every day, i have to be talked out of deleting both of my blogs and writing elsewhere specifically for the freedom to stop walking on egg shells. Then again, some days, like today, i like it here.

So, while I was recently just waiting to absolutely disappear without a word here, today I feel good. Today, I feel like staying wouldn't be too awful.

I just want to make something clear to people while I'm talking about it. If i stay here, i will never care so deeply about fan fiction, or people's opinions on it outside of feedback on my work. I care about it as a creative process, and a skill to be learned, that's it. I do not care what other people read, i do not care what they write, i don't care who jerks off to what. I will never, fucking ever take fan fiction so seriously that I feel hatred towards another person. unless it involves minors/underage people, of course. that's entirely different for me personally. For the most part, i genuinely only care about what I'm doing and what i can do better.

If i stay, i need people to stop expecting me to be a spokesperson on literally anything and everything. I am a person who is genuinely struggling just to get out of bed. I am a person who is studying and doing home work more than I would be working if I had a full time job right now. I do not have time or energy to care deeply the way others do, and even if I did have that time and energy, i put it on things i love. Like writing my own fics and not giving a fuck about what anyone else is doing.

This blog is my space. It's my world. I'm sick of expectations for me to make it anything more than what it is: a goddamn kpop smut blog.

This website is excruciating to open sometimes. but on days like today, i really appreciate it and love it here.

I will stay for now, but don't be shocked if, in the future, i leave without even saying my goodbyes. I have things outside of this blog that matter to me, and I will never let myself feel unhappy doing something i love, that's more for me than any other person in this world who wants to scream their opinions.

**edit 11/20** and with the AI apocalypse apparently happening here, it really does feel like....bad to be here. i don't want people who don't write to put themselves on the same level as real writers. y'know, the ones who put love and effort into their work. It's very upsetting to see the amount of people who don't care if it's being used.

especially like....knowing those fics get hella interaction because it seems readers, even if they don't know it, seem to value false writing over very real writing. oof. anyway

as long as my writing stays fun and positive, i will be staying.

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Something Old, Something New

Spencer Reid used to know everything about Y/N Y/L/N. But what happens when ten years after they last saw each other, they just so happen to bump into one another.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

TW: Brief mentions of domestic violence, the slightest implications of DV, mentions of guns, Spencer hating JJ, colorful language.

Notes: This is my first ever fan fiction and so I’d absolutely love some feedback! I really want to expand this into either a full sized fic, or a series. Would anyone be interested in that ???? This takes place during S7E1 in which the team is on Trial because of their actions with Ian Doyle, Declan Doyle, and the others. One of my fav Reid episodes, and just a good one overall. Side note, it’s barely edited, apologies in advance. 

GIF not mine.

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“If you want to punish me for taking a risk, then I encourage you to do that, but do not put the rest of my team on trial for something I suggested.” The words flew out of his mouth. Some might think it was because he wasn’t thinking clearly. But he was. Senator Cramer was not amused. “Calm down Agent.”

“This is calm, and it’s doctor.”

“That’s all then, Doctor Reid.”  

“Thank you, Senator.” His chair scraped across the floor as he stood up. Spencer turned around and exited the jury room, door slamming behind him.

The team all stared as he stalked past them, and out towards the bathroom. JJ started to follow him before Derek put his hand up in front of her.

“Derek–”

“Let him go JJ.”

She sighed before turning around and walking the opposite direction. Just then, one of the clerks opened the door to the room and requested that Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia enter next.

As Spencer walked towards the bathroom, his mind was racing a million miles an hour. His anger was surely justified and the Senator was not listening to him, at all. Especially since the only thing the committee really even wants to do is have an excuse to transplant every one of his teammates—

“Shit!”

Spencer had collided with someone. Head on.

“O-oh, I’m..” He quickly bent down to help her pick up the various items now strewn across the floor, due to his negligence to his surroundings.

“I’m so sorry.” He managed to sputter out before actually managing to look up to the person he bumped into, holding out the remaining item on the floor–a small black binder, clearly heavier than it looked.

The woman he had run into smiled quickly, but kindly at him.

“It’s okay—thank you—don’t worry about it. Could’ve had a coffee or something in my hand and then we would have had a serious issue.” She placed the binder back into her bag, somehow already neatly organized despite being completely empty and on the floor a minute before. She laughed a little before smiling at him.

Reid smiled back at her.

“I-I really am sorry about all your….” He tapered off. “Y/N?”

Y/N really looked at him for a moment before her whole face shifted. “Spencer?”

Both stared at one another in the hallway until a voice called over to the two of them “Hey Pretty Boy, we’re getting called in.”

Y/N tilted her head, a small smirk making its way across her lips.

“...Pretty Boy?”

“Yeah—–Well. No. It’s his nickname for me, uh..”

“Reid!”

She smiled at him. “Go Spencer. I’m here all day. Maybe you should look for me downstairs in the library when you’re done testifying in…” she peered around him and looked at where Derek was standing. “Federal Court? Oh Spencer, didn’t know you had become such a rule breaker.”

“A lot’s happened in the past ten years Y/N.” He smiled at her before turning around and walking towards Derek who pushed his lips together, trying not to make a bigger scene than before.

“Are we going to talk about whoever that is?”

“Nope.” Spencer pushed past Derek and into the courtroom.

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Once the team, except for Prentiss, was released into the hallway, JJ tried to grab Spencer's hand.

“Spence—”

“Not now Jennifer.” Spencer quickly maneuvered himself away from JJ, and headed towards the double doors at the end of the hall.

“Reid…” JJ tried again, but Spencer just pushed past the doors and walked down the stairs. He walked down two flights before exiting the stairwell. He found himself in front of the library, next to a small local cafe that clearly catered to exhausted lawyers and their incessant clients. Reid walked past the little cafe and entered the library. He realized that he didn’t know what type of Law Y/N practiced so he wouldn’t know where in the library she would be, but it wouldn’t matter since she was sitting at one of the tables next to the windows, trying to soak up as much sun while she withered away in the library. She sat with her back to the doors, maybe because the glare was too blinding on the laptop in front of her, or maybe because she couldn’t stop looking up at the entrance hoping a certain Doctor would enter.

Spencer approached her and stood in front of the empty chair.

“This taken?”

Y/N looked up, smiled, and nodded.

“By you Doctor Reid. Please, have a seat.”

Spencer laughed lightly and sat down.

“I feel like I’m in a client meeting.”

Y/N shook her head and closed her laptop.

“Not unless you have something you need a divorce lawyer for Reid.”

Reid looked at the books scattered in front of her, noting what books she had, and what cases she had opened them to.

“Tough case?” He nodded towards the books that she was busy tidying and shoving off to the side. Y/N sighed and stacked the books on the side of the table near the window.

“Not necessarily anything I can’t deal with, it’s just brutal to see someone be repeatedly assaulted by their husband, and–I’m sorry. That’s so…That’s so grim, I didn’t mean to bring the mood, um, down.” She laughed nervously and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

“Believe it or not, that is probably a regular topic on a weekly basis for me.” Spencer gave her a sheepish smile.

“Wh-” She smiled and shook her head. A ray of sun was slowly stretched across her face, illuminating her eyes, and captivating Spencer. “Well, Doctor Reid. Tell me what a man like you is doing with three PhDs and multiple Bachelor's degrees these days in which you deal with such graphic topics and have to be on trial in Federal Court?”

Reid smiled at his folded hands. “I’m a–uh–profiler for the FBI’s BAU—Behavioural Analysis Unit. We, uh, look at the way an unsub–unknown subject–behaves, as well as the victims behavior, and create profiles based off of that information to help law enforcement agencies, at every level, across the country.” Spencer finished his ramble by biting his bottom lip, and smiling at her. “As for the trail…my team led an operation that was…not at all by the book.”

Y/n nodded, choosing, for Spencer’s sake, to not prod further into the reason he was at the courthouse.“So can you analyze people just by…looking at them?”

Spencer nodded at her. “Yeah, I mean that’s not all that we do. We make preliminary personality profiles yes, but I’ve also made linguistic profiles and geographical profiles–But, uh, y-yeah I can do that…”

“So profile me then Doctor Reid.”

Reid’s brain short circuited at that moment. “I-uh, you. Um. You want me to….”

“Profile me. Yes.” Y/N bit her lip. “Unless, you’re lying to me Spencer.”

Spencer took a breath before locking eyes with her.

“You’re wearing a tailor made dress for you, which means you have enough money to be able to buy nice clothes, and buy someone’s labor to make them for you. Since the dress is well made and uses an expensive material, the case today is really important to you–from the books I’m assuming a messy divorce involving domestic abuse since that is what all of your books are about, and it involves weapons of some type, most likely guns, because one of those books is dedicated entirely to United States versus Hayes, which deals with convicted domestic abusers not being allowed to purchase guns or have a gun license. When I sat down you also had one of the books open to District of Columbia versus Heller, which deals with an individual’s right to possess a firearm unless they’re a convicted felon or mentally ill. You’re not wearing any makeup which means you’re confident about this case, and your client, regardless of her current physical state. It also means you’re confident in yourself, and don't feel the need to hide your face in any way. You’re wearing shoes that add about three inches to your height so that you’ll appear taller in court to make yourself seem like a bigger presence, as well as assert your previously mentioned confidence in this case and your stance in it. The binder you carry is smaller in size, but heavier than expected meaning you probably have a tablet, maybe an IPad, in there for any paper you don’t actually need a physical copy of, which tells me you’re environmentally conscious, or you’re trying to be. Because you also had a plastic water bottle in your purse which means that you knew you had a long day today, but probably also had a long day and or night yesterday since your prep towards yourself was minimal—shall I keep going?”

Y/N was looking at him with that look he simply could not figure out. “If you want Spencer. I’m quite enjoying it.”

He licked his lips before nodding at the coffee cup on the table. “You’re exhausted. I can tell since you’re no longer wearing your shoes, and your hair is now up. You probably work better with your hair up, which stems from the fact that you danced as a child. Hair up means getting to work. You’re also exhausted since you needed espresso. That cup says you’re drinking four shots of espresso in your latte. But it’s probably because you’ve put a lot of thought and time into this case. Which is good for your clients since they need someone who is compassionate and empathizes—” Spencer stopped short. His realization did not go unnoticed by her.

“Did you figure something out, Doctor Reid?”

“You…..Was it….?”

“No.” She sighed before reaching across the table and putting her hand on top of Reid’s clasped ones. His entire body was immediately filled with static.

“No Spencer. But maybe that’s enough profiling for the day, yeah?”

Spencer nodded before darting his eyes around the library.

“Would you, uh, maybe want to go get lunch, um, with me?”

Y/N smiled at him and nodded. “I would love nothing more, Doctor. Shall we?”

Spencer nodded and stood up, watching as she quickly, yet efficiently packed away her laptop, the binder and the rest of her things. She stood up, grabbed all three of the books, her bag, and her coffee.

“At least let me carry one of those books y/n–”

“Spencer, thank you, but I got this. Remember? Strong, confident woman here.” She teased him before walking over and dropping them off at the librarians desk. Reid followed behind her, still trying to fully decode the woman he once knew everything about.

“Want to take the stairs? I have this irrational fear that I’ll get stuck or die in an elevator, or both.” she mused looking at Spencer.

“As someone who has gotten stuck in an elevator, I have to agree. Did you know that according to the National Elevator Industry, there are approximately 27 recorded elevator-related deaths a year, with over 10,000 related injuries?”

Y/N paused before she opened the door to the stairwell. Spencer thought she was going to cancel the lunch. He had spewed before they even made it out of the building. But instead, she laughed a little bit.

“There’s a National Elevator Industry Company?” Out of all the things to come out of her mouth, that was not what he had expected.

“Well, yes. They’re technically the National Elevator Industry Incorporated, but yeah.”

She made a sound surprise before nodding and heading into the stairwell. “Well I’m glad we’re not volunteering to be victims 28 and 29 then.”

Spencer smiled again, and let out a laugh of agreement.  

“I did want to ask you about that sweater vest though. It’s quite....something Spencer...”

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By the time the two had reached the main doors to the outside, both were giggling incessantly as Reid recalled the time he got stuck in an elevator with his coworker, Derek. Y/N paused their conversation to say a quick goodbye to the security guards working.

“You know all of their names?” Spencer was slightly astonished, knowing how quick the turnaround was for a job like that, barely even considering the sheer amount of security guards.

“It’s important to thank them since they have to stand there and deal with every single person who comes in or out of the Court. Might as well try to make their day a little better. Besides..” She opened the door for Reid to exit through. “When you’re nice, they’re a little more lenient about…oh I don’t know…plastic water bottles and other things that you’re not technically allowed to bring into a courthouse.”

Spencer smiled at her as they walked down the steps. “And you called me a rule breaker.”

“Well Pretty Boy, I can’t follow all the rules, what fun would that be?” Spencer became flustered as she smiled politely and waved to some of her colleagues as they finished walking down the steps.

“So Mr. Profiler, where are you taking me to lun–”

“Spence!”

Spencer outwardly rolled his eyes, his face steeling up at the sound of the heels coming towards them. Y/n was now profiling him as he excused himself and turned around to face JJ.

“What.”

“Wow–uh—Spence look, I–”

Spencer huffed in annoyance. “Is there something you want Jennifer?”

JJ gave Y/n an apologetic smile before turning towards Spencer. “Hotch and Strauss need us back at the office. We have to, uh, discuss next steps in case of reassignment.”

Y/n watched as Spencer managed to steel himself up tighter than before. “Yeah. Alright. I’ll meet you all there.”

“Well actually we—”

Spencer tried to cut her off again before Derek decided to interrupt, He had been watching the whole interaction. He moved over to the small group. “Reid, we have to leave now.”

Spencer huffed in annoyance and shot him a look but Serek didn’t notice. He had turned towards Y/n at that point, and turned on that classic Derek Morgan Charm. “Didn’t know Pretty Boy could even associate with such a beautiful woman. The name’s Derek.”

He held out his hand for Y/n to take. And she did, shaking it twice before retreating her hand.

Spencer turned to you, with the hint of a devious smile, and nodded in Derek’s direction. “That’s the Derek.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up with amusement, before turning back to Derek. A smile burst across her face. “Oh my god, Spence. This is him?”

Derek looked at Reid, and then back at Y/n, and then back at Reid. “Reid, what is she talking about…”

Spencer just shrugged before turning his back completely to JJ, who seemed more upset by the second at Spencer’s distantness than at Morgan’s blatant attempt to charm his way into Y/n’s heart.

“Yes! Doctor Reid here was just telling me about your adventures on the BAU.”

Derek smiled and nodded at Spencer. “All good things I hope.”

“Oh absolutely. It’s an honor to meet the person who got stuck in an elevator and freaked the fuck out with Spencer all those years ago.”

Derek’s jaw hit the floor, and JJ was pretty speechless herself. Spencer had the smirk of a lifetime written all over his face. Y/n took the opportunity to walk over, and give Spencer a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You still owe me lunch sometime, Doctor Reid.” She winked at him before pulling out her ringing phone, and answering.

Spencer, JJ, and Derek watched her walk away.

“Who the hell was that?” Derek eventually managed out before looking at Reid with a mixture of awe and proudness across his face.

“My former ‘girl next door’.” Spencer smiled, before walking off towards Hotch, Rossi, Garcia, and Emily, ready to head back to the BAU with a newfound determination. The first was to get this god forsaken meeting over with. And the second was to find out everything he could about Y/F/N, Y/L/N.

[cupcakeslushie]

Hi there, I love your stuff, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to do an ask the artist

Where are you from?

What's your favorite color?

How long have you been creating art for?

What drives you to make art?

What is your favorite piece of artwork of yours?

What is your favorite fan artwork that was done for you?

What character of yours is your favorite?

If you could go to any fictional world which one would it be?

Do you consider what will please your audience or do you just do your own thing?

What made you want to start your AU?

1. American! Southern girl, specifically.

2. You’d think it would be green with how it’s been my hair color for three years, and I’ve made it my signature on here, but it’s actually yellow! Like the really saturated, sunny kind! 💛

3. Oh lord. Um, since like 1st or 2nd grade.

4. I never really thought about it. I think I’m just a visual person. So if I have an idea, I need to get it on paper to really see it. I’m the same with movies, especially adaptations. I could never picture characters by reading them in books very well, but seeing them in movies I’m like, “oh okay, now I see what they were going for!” It’s also just fun. It’s my own story-telling method.

5. Fav piece of anything I’ve ever made would be one of my stained glass pieces, like my lemon one, that took me three weeks, and was one of my first bigger pieces. Digitally it would probably be my most recent dtiys cause I just don’t like looking at my older stuff.

6. Noooo!! I have so many, especially recently, that I’ve been gifted! I can’t choose just one!!! Seriously! I love everything I’ve ever been sent! I will say, I’ve been gifted a few fan fictions by now, that have had me like, mind blown—just because writing is such a thing that I’ve always admired and never really been able to fully grasp. If you’ve sent me art, it’s more than likely been my phone or iPad wallpaper, and if you’ve sent me fanfiction, I’ve probably read it no less than five times, and will continue to go back to it.

7. I mean, it’s Donnie. It’s pretty clearly Donnie. I try and be fair and love all the boys equally, but I’m not gonna lie, you all know it. It’s obvious. Just know, I’ll never ignore the others story wise 😜. But Donnie gets the most of my attention and my evil creative plots 😈.

8. Any world ever? Probably Fullmetal Alchemist—if I could actually be an alchemist. I mean, like come on—how cool is that? And like, yeah, you’ve got Father and the homucuous running around, but for the most part, the world is pretty chill and has the coolest rules.

9. The main chunks of my stories are really just what I want to see, but sometimes I can hear a suggestion and think about changing the trajectory of things. I’m always open to ideas, especially if I’m stumped on how it should go. I even change my opinions on the things I’ve established myself, I’m very open to changing a story if a better idea comes to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been like, scared to tell something because I think someone wouldn’t like it. If they don’t, that’s fine, not everything is for everyone, and some things only click with a few people. If I really want to tell a story, then I’m going to tell it.

10. It’s really so funny, because at the time, I was working on this short, post-movie aftermath comic about Leo learning to find a healthy middle ground between being the silly guy and a serious leader. But I was having trouble with the next part, so I decided to watch Arcane and doodle. I posted that little concept sheet, and it feels like…within days my inbox was full with people wanting to know more, and the more I answered, the more I was like, wait I wanna actually explore this. Tbh pretty much all my AUs have started this way. With just an idea jotted down, and then turning into something I couldn’t stop developing.

[vinelark]

ALL timkon recs I BEG

hello hi! here are some of my favs! it got long so putting some under the cut

💄 Lipstick on the glass by @cairoscene read for timkon being soft and goofy and disgustingly in love, set in vague future college-y years with amazing core four dynamics too. cair is one of the funniest people to ever exist and we are so blessed that they decided to write some timkon. (also read for my own greatest contribution to literature, the fictional “jerry the void nexus” meme)

🎢 been a number and a name by @wynterstars i had SO MUCH FUN reading this one, a 90s comics-divergent AU where robin and superboy become friends—and crushes—when superboy is pretty new on the scene. feat. lex luthor being terrible, tim staging a rescue operation that at one point involves platform shoes and a blonde wig, spice girls references, and fantastic action sequences. it’s also a series, with an installment focusing on kon & clark, and a currently updating longfic sequel with SO MANY timkon identity shenanigans (my beloved) and kon feelings (also my beloved).

📸 the surveillance series by @smilebackwards i feel like i rec this all the time but it’s because it’s THAT GOOD. a tim-centric AU where tim joins the family late, but is still involved in bat business without the bats realizing. there’s some fun timkon identity shenanigans at the top, and some of my all-time favorite tim characterization (ruthless! lonely! brilliant!) plus a great tim & bruce arc, too.

🦉 Detours by miyaji_08 this is part 2 of a series and i def recommend reading the whole thing! a reverse robins + joker jr au that has lots of trauma and lots of healing, and in part 2 there’s timkon identity shenanigans that’s simultaneously enemies to lovers + And They Were Roommates. tim sure does run a gauntlet of horrors in this series, but it has so much healing and also one of my fav reverse robins concepts i’ve read so far.

📱 unfurl by @burins tim and kon might be dating, and there’s no kryptonian sex ed handy. bruce, being bruce, makes it his business, which means talking to clark and Realizing some things about his own feelings. superbat are billed first here, but i think timkon steal the show—i laughed out loud like five different times reading this. hilarious and sweet on all sides. (and if you like this, check out their timkon road trip fic!)

🌾 A Saturday Evening by malcyon in which tim visits the kent farm for family dinner with kon, feat. very sweet established relationship timkon and fun superfamily dynamics, and it touches on tim’s past grief over kon’s death (and complicated feelings post-undeath).

🤼‍♂️ Sore Loser by @hearteyeshayley kon learns that tim always let him win while sparring, and has to process that. this was such a fun exploration of tim’s prowess as a fighter—one who regularly has to go up against superpowered friends and foes alike—and also tim as a person who is always doing mental calculations about the people around him (in an endearing way). kon, too, got his time to shine and grow, and the ending was so smart and sweet.

🔮 Ascension by Violet_Witch an AU longfic where tim is a witchling and kon is a fallen angel who has (oops) just lost his wings. tim sets out to help get kon’s wings back, and there’s a ticking clock because angel wings are dangerous in the wrong hands—and tim has a big, horrible secret that’s about to come due. the plot/worldbuilding of this was WILDLY cool, and there was a big ol misunderstanding in the middle that had me clawing my face off (in a good way).

🌌 straight on ’til morning by merils kon vs. the terrifying ordeal of growing up, feat. sweet friends-to-lovers timkon and really thoughtful exploration of some of kon’s canon past relationships and their abusive dynamics. i haven’t finished this one yet but it’s been rec’d multiple times and i’m excited to dive back in (and it's recently complete!)—and what i have read so far gave me an amazing sequence of kon and dick interacting and dick’s big brother mode activating in an instant, which is something i now desperately need more of.

📧 aaaand would it even be a reclist by me if i didn’t include send to all by @cairoscene the absolute moment i find myself feeling down i go reread this and boom. i am instantly laughing again. timkon are just one part of a bat grab-bag here but they are so so funny and cute and in-character. maybe one day i’ll compile the timkon-centric sequel that exists in my head but for now i’ll just go reread this for the zillionth time.

okay yeah!! i’m probably missing so many good fics here because i constantly have like a zillion tabs open that i plan to read someday. also i reserve the right to reblog later like OH I FORGOT— but in the meanwhile, happy timkon reading!