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i love obey me, but i'm going to be very honest, i do find it extremely annoying that they lock leveling up cards behind joker cards, that are kinda hard to get. like... bffr
#i love this game but sometimes the devs really test my patience lol#like okay lets do the math#its 500 ravens for a joker#and i need 5 to unlock the cap level#do you expect me to shell out 2500 raven for unlock the cap level for ONE card#just to get an extra ten levels?#like okay yeah that's an obvious money grab lol#but for the cards??? like that's so vital to progressing in the game#obey me#obey me nightbringer#nightbringer#obey me joker#obey me shall we date#shall we date#also i know the VIP job drops SSR jokers sometimes which is great i like that#but its only for the SSR#so
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i will never fully and completely trust the people who make watching the olympics non-stop their entire personality for the entire duration of it but then don't say a word about the paralympics
#sami rambles#the paralympics are arguably better#like a lot of the times once your favourite event is over in the olympics its over for another 4 yrs#but the classifications in the paras means you get to see your favourites multiple times#also. just wheelchair sports like rugby basketball and tennis are like. imo ten times better than their standing counterparts#it just adds an extra level of skill to the game#anyway sorry. just had a conversation with someone and was like. oh boy u do not think the way i think đľâđŤ
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okay like two out of three of my cats are like⌠on deathâs door basically despite them being all roughly the same age and sharing the same genetics (mother aged 16, son and daughter aged 15) and while iâve accepted that iâll be exceptionally lucky to get even another year or two with the momma cat (bonded to me) and that her son (bonded to my mom) is not too far behind⌠despite being the runt 15 years ago, the daughter (also bonded to me) is still quite spry and in good health so i literally tell her sometimes like youâd better live til youâre 20. i need at least five more years with you and also some time in between you and your mom dying. please.
#having old pets is sad#however i could not imagine willfully abandoning an elderly pet#which like⌠seems like it goes without saying but a lot of people do just decide their pet is too old and surrender it to a shelter#and miss daughter kitty was abandoned at like 10/11 by my cousin she did actually leave our household for a while#like who does thatâŚ#i mean no complaints i wanted to keep her when she was a kitten so i was more than happy to take her back but dude after ten years?#and sheâs not even old in a sad way yet. and iâve had her for an additional 4-5 years since#i mean it had something to do with her needing more attention after her other brother died and my cousin having kids and the cat probably#was not crazy about the kids she is very much a grumpy old lady even if sheâs still lowkey a crackhead like a much younger cat#she is fat as fuck rn but idk what to do about that while the other two are still alive#like if we feed her less she will just steal more of their food than she already does because theyre too busy having arthritis to go eat#but like⌠we canât just feed them less because they have a reduced appetite they still need to fucking eatâŚ#so idk sheâll be going on a diet eventually but itâs not presently feasible#before i moved back in her diet was really strict because she hated my roomieâs cat so much she literally lived exclusively in my bedroom#so like i can adequately manage her diet when sheâs not being a thief⌠but idk how to explain theft to a cat#at least i got her off iams dude idk what is in that shit but weaning her onto better food took at least six months and a lot of vomitting#like not ideal that sheâs becoming obese again but she was this fat when i got her too (bc high carb iams diet)#HOWEVER her energy levels (while theyâve dropped since she was a healthy weight) are still wayy higher than when i got her#so getting fat from her high end gluten free purina and her relativesâ prescription hypoallergenic kibble and wet food for extra proteinâŚ#every other day (which has kept her from developing any visible muscle degeneration tyvm) is evidently healthier than being iams fat
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Casual - Spencer Reid
for the CM friends with benefits challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins <3
pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (no use of y/n)
You thought that your sexcapades with Spencer Reid had meant more to him like they did to you, but after a couple of run ins with his BAU teammates you learn that he really meant 'no attachments.'
word count: just over 5k
content: smut (this is sinful whoops) MINORS DNI - 18+ ONLY: oral (fem receiving), public (ish) sexual acts, unprotected PIV, established FWB situation, drinking (just to the point of being tipsy, consent is still given), language, anxiety, angst.
dividers by @firefly-graphics
now playing: casual by chappell roan
âYou finally made it!â your friend Maddie exclaimed gleefully as you walked into the latest bar that she had decided your small group of friends should try out that evening.Â
Maddieâs girlfriend Celeste elbowed you gently in the ribs before teasingly asking, âWere you hooking up with Mr. FBI agent again?â
âThatâd be, what? The fourth time this month?â Adrianna asked, a slight slur already in her words. She threw an arm around your shoulders and winked exaggeratedly before adding, âAnd itâs only the fifteenth! Get it girl!âÂ
âHa ha, very funny, letâs all gang up on the girl with the best sex life here,â you joked, forcing a smile onto your lips despite the pang of hurt that shot through your gut at the comments. You grabbed a drink menu off the barâs counter before heading back to your groupâs claimed table for the evening, telling your friends, âI actually picked up an extra shift which is why Iâm late and Doctor FBI agent is out of state on a case.â
âAwe, she knows when heâs out on a case, how sweet!â Celeste teased before winking and taking a sip of her brightly colored drink.Â
âYou three are impossible!â you said with a roll of your eyes as you stood up from your spot once more to escape the conversation and order your drink at the bar - a raspberry frozen margarita with sugar rim. Luckily when you got back to the table with your drink, the conversation had turned to Maddie discussing the latest drama at her job, so you sat back and relaxed as you sipped on your first drink of the night.Â
âI canât believe we finished all that paperwork in time to actually go out tonight,â Derek Morgan said as he stretched his arms, stepping out of his car and into the crisp evening air as he once more met up with the other BAU members at a bar the group gravitated toward when they had time to celebrate wins on cases.Â
âRealistically it would have been nearly impossible for us to not get our work done in a timely manner. We got back from the case at ten AM and were all well rested after the flight, so our brains were all in ideal condition to finish the paperwork on time, even accounting for some delays in productivity due to jet lag,â Spencer Reid rambled off as they all walked into the bar, offering a small smile as some of his teammates rolled their eyes playfully in response.Â
âWell all I know is that Iâm getting a bottle of wine to celebrate wrapping that case,â Emily Prentiss commented as she dug through her purse.Â
âWhat about you, pretty boy? Planning on drinking tonight?â Derek asked as he gently shoulder checked the younger man.Â
âJust water,â Spencer replied. âDid you know that during long plane rides you can easily get dehydrated? The humidity within the cabin is usually around ten to twenty percent which is lower than the usual thirty to sixty percent that our bodies are used to. The lower level of humidity causes water to be drawn out of the body and the thirst reflex is diminished so you drink less water while at the same time losing more. Iâm surprised that as a team we arenât more dehydrated overall.â
The conversation was dropped as the team got their drinks ordered and then settled into a round booth at the back of the bar. As Spencer took a sip from his water, his eyes scanned the barâs patrons to see if there were any people they may have to watch out for as the night goes on and more drinks are consumed. The water he was sipping on suddenly went down the wrong pipe though as he spotted a familiar face at the table adjacent to the teamâs. It was you hanging out with a few friends, seeming to have not noticed his arrival. He wasnât too surprised about that though because judging by the glasses on the table you were at least one and a half margaritas in and you already werenât the most observant person when you were distracted anyway.Â
âEverything okay, Spence?â JJ asked while she patted Spencerâs back.Â
Derekâs eyes tracked where Spencerâs had landed and he smirked as he announced to the table, âPretty boy just saw the girl he bangs on his couch.âÂ
There was a quiet cacophony of responses to Derekâs comment the moment it fell from his lips. âRemind me to not sit on your couch ever again,â Emily Prentiss commented with a quiet laugh. âOoh Spence, how serious is this thing?â JJ asked in a sly tone. âIâm glad you found someone, kid,â David Rossi said with a nod and a toast of his glass. âAs long as it isnât going to affect you at work,â their unit chief Aaron Hotchner commented sternly. âSpencerâs dating someone? Why did Derek know this and I didnât?â Penelope Garcia asked with wide eyes.Â
Spencer didnât respond immediately, suddenly overwhelmed by the barrage of comments, so Derek took a moment to dig the hole even deeper by adding, âHe made me swear not to tell baby girl.â He got a mischievous look on his face as he continued, âBut one time when I was at his place getting his go bag while he was busy in the shooting range, I found a bra in his dresser. It took some time but I finally got an answer out of him and it turns out this has been going on for a few months now.â
âSpencer Reid!â Penelope scolded while leaning over and playfully swatting at his hand. âHow could you not tell me? You know I would have run a background check on her to make sure everything checked out!â
âEveryone slow down!â Spencer said, putting his hands up which caused the noise at the table to die down. âShe quite literally ran into me at a coffee shop a few months back but I didnât tell anyone because, wellâŚwe arenât together. Itâs just a casual thing.â
âJust casual? Is she okay with that?â JJ asked, quirking an eyebrow up in question.Â
âShe hasnât said anything against it,â Spencer replied. He glanced over at you laughing with your friends one more time before shaking his head and asking, âCan we change the subject?â
âWhatever you want, player,â Derek said with a chuckle before the conversation moved on to whatever the latest sports news was, prompted by Derekâs reaction to something happening on one of the many TVs hanging around the room.Â
Later that night after you had your fair share of appetizers and drinks, your friends were all starting to head home for the evening. âThank you for coming, we need to do this again soon!â Celeste told you with a fake stern look before she giggled and leaned over into Maddieâs side.Â
âWe do!â you agreed as you grabbed your glass to finish off the last bit of your drink. âGet home safe!â
âYou too!â Maddie said as she attempted to steady Celeste. âYouâre calling a cab right?â
âOf course,â you told her with a nod, raising your glass in a toast as the pair headed off toward the door, following Adrianna outside.Â
After finishing off your drink, you stood up, trying to balance as well as you could as you grabbed your clutch off of the table and went to the bar to pay off your tab. You werenât completely drunk, but you were definitely tipsy and you were naturally clumsy, so nights like this were always an interesting time, especially when you were in heels. When you got to the bar to pay though, you were surprised to be informed that your tab was already paid for. âWho did that?â you asked the bartender, your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. Adrianna was just about finished with but still in law school and Celeste was a teacher so you could never ask them to pay for your drinks. Maddie was a paralegal and made a good salary but still, you made enough on your own to pay for your drinks, so whoâŚ?Â
Your question was answered though when you felt a familiar pair of hands glide along your waist and land on your hips. You turned your head the slightest bit and an immediate heat flooded your body as you whispered, âSpencer⌠Hi. I thought I heard your voice earlier. When did you get back?â Your emotions were conflicted at his sudden appearance because you had overheard him talking with his group of friends earlier and it had honestly upset you, but now that he was practically wrapped around you, your mind flooded with memories of his hands on your body in the most intimate wayâŚ
âJust got back this morning. The team met up here to celebrate and I was surprised to see you here,â he replied. His voice lowered and his lips grazed the shell of your ear as he mumbled, âYou look irresistible in that dress by the way.â
âIâŚThank you,â you breathed, feeling your heart rate increase as his hands massaged your hips. âAnd thanks for paying for my drinks, you didnât have toâŚâ
âBut I wanted to,â he told you, gently nipping at your ear lobe which made your cunt clench around nothing in desperation for more of his touch. Truth be told, it had been a week since you and Spencer last hooked up and you hated to admit that you had gotten dependent on his touch lately.Â
Your impure thoughts were interrupted by a low whistle piercing the air, and your head snapped in the direction it came from, to see two people you recognized from pictures in Spencerâs apartment. They must be from the BAU as well. You made eye contact with the perky looking blonde woman and offered a smile as the man beside her asked, âPretty boy, why donât you introduce us to your friend here?âÂ
âOh, I-I thought everyone had left,â Spencer said, instantly making space between the two of you. You looked at Spencerâs panicked expression that quickly changed into something more neutral as he introduced you by name and then said to you, âThese are two other members of the BAU. Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia.â
âItâs nice to meet you two,â you told them, a smile on your face as you raised your hand in greeting. âPenelope, youâre the tech girl right?â you asked after a few moments of going through your memories of what little Spencer had told you about his job.Â
âThatâs me! Resident tech genius because boy genius here refuses to get to know technology!â she replied chipperly.Â
âOh trust me, I know,â you said with a giggle, leaning into Spencerâs side as you remembered the last time you two had gotten lonely at the odd hours of night and wanted to video chat each other to get off. Spencer struggled to get the video call to work and it had ended up being muted for a few minutes before you finally got him to unmute himself so you could hear everything his surprisingly filthy mouth had to say to you.Â
âWell itâs nice to finally meet the girl who is getting pretty boy out of his shell,â Derek said, flashing you an award winning smile.Â
âItâs nice to meet you too. Iâm glad you all are keeping him safe out there in the field,â you replied.Â
âAll in a dayâs work,â Derek said with a chuckle. He checked his watch before exaggeratedly yawning and telling Penelope, âWell baby girl, I think we should get going. Donât want to hold these two up any longer than we already have. You two have a good one.â
âThanks Derek,â Spencer mumbled as he watched the pair walk off and out the door. You watched as Spencerâs eyes did another sweep of the bar before his attention was back on you, turning you toward him and pulling you into his front, his hands snaking their way around to your ass and giving a light squeeze as he returned to kissing your ear and neck.Â
Your hopeful thoughts from the conversation with Derek and Penelope were instantly abandoned and replaced instead by flashes of your intimate moments with Spencer over the last few months. Your hands drifted upward with one resting on his shoulder and the other lacing into his cropped hair as you let out a quiet moan in Spencerâs ear before asking, âTake me home?â
âGod yes,â Spencer whispered, pulling away and turning you around so you were in front of him. To anyone watching it would look like he was simply helping you keep your balance as the alcohol in your system continued to impair your coordination, but only you knew the real reason for the closeness. So as you walked the block to the parking lot, you occasionally let your ass rub against the growing problem in Spencerâs slacks which earned low groans and a squeeze of your hips as you two made your way to Spencerâs car which was tucked away at the back of the lot away from other cars.Â
When you got there, Spencer pinned you against the side of his car and his lips were on yours in an instant. After a few seconds, he pulled away for a moment and between panting breaths he asked, âIs this okay? Youâve been drinking, I didnât want to-â
âYou arenât taking advantage of me,â you promised before he could complete his sentence. âI only had two margaritas and a shot and a ton of food. If you want to breathalyze me, agent, go ahead, but I promise you Iâm all here and Iâve missed your hands on me.â As you said this, you carefully hooked one leg around Spencerâs waist and pulled your hips closer together with a smirk gracing your lips.Â
âI trust you,â he whispered before your lips crashed together again. You once more laced one hand into his curls and used the other to pull him closer as your tongues began lapping into each otherâs mouth, desperation and pure need guiding your actions. Shocks of pleasure began flowing down to your core and you felt light headed as Spencer rutted his hips into yours, seemingly desperate for any sort of friction. The moment that his hard cock brushed against your cunt you let out another moan that was swallowed by Spencerâs mouth before he was moving one of his hands from the grip he had on your ass.
Within seconds you heard the tell-tale sign of the car doors unlocking and Spencer was opening the door for you to get in. Rather than going over to his side to quickly drive to one of your apartments though, he instead pulled at the levers at the base of the passenger seat and began scooting the seat backward and flat, sending you into a near laying position and dizzying your senses. âSpencer, what-?â you asked as you regained your composure after a few moments.Â
âI canât wait,â was his reply before he began tucking himself into the now more open floorboard and pulling your panties down your legs.Â
âWhat about- What if weâre caught-? Your job-!â you managed to get out in clipped sentences.Â
âNo cameras, no cars near us, itâs fine,â he replied quickly. âI just need to taste you,â he added, his voice almost dark with desire which had your cunt clenching around nothing again as your own desire overtook your anxiety about getting caught.
He hooked your legs over his shoulders and pulled your hips close to his face before you felt the flat of his tongue on you, going from your entrance to your clit before he stopped there and began focusing on your most sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a sinful noise as one hand gravitated toward his hair to hold him close as he began sucking on your clit, not wanting to let go of the feeling.Â
After a few breathtaking moments, Spencer pulled away slightly and mumbled, âYouâre so wet, fuckâŚâ The vibrations of his voice on your core made a high pitched cry escape your lips and he chuckled before asking, âYou like that?â
âGod yes,â you replied breathlessly as your chest heaved as the pleasure began to build already in the pit of your stomach. âI missed you,â you found yourself confessing as your hips bucked up to meet his tongue as he returned to his assault of your dripping cunt. Spencerâs only response was to shift and add two fingers to the mix which caused you to cry out his name as he hooked them skillfully, hitting the spot he knew could make you fall apart within seconds if he got it just right. âOh fuck, right there- Spencer, I- shitâŚâÂ
âCome on baby,â he mumbled against you as his long fingers began stroking his target within you, causing the tight coiling feeling in your abdomen to increase more and more.Â
It all became too much when Spencer began kitten licking at your clit at the same time and the coil snapped, sending waves of pleasure crashing over your body as your orgasm ripped through you. A loud moan slipped past your lips as your grip on his hair tightened and Spencer pulled his fingers out quickly before beginning to lap at your cunt like a man starved, holding down your erratically bucking hips as you slowly began coming down from your high. Overstimulation took over after a few moments and you gently pushed Spencerâs head away as you panted, trying to catch your breath. Spencer obliged, pulling away and wiping his face with the back of his hand before sucking the remnants of you from his fingers as he chuckled.Â
You joined in on his laughter after a few seconds and the question that had been on your mind all night slipped past your lips, âIs it casual now?â Knowing it was a loaded question though, you panicked and quickly pulled Spencer up and into a kiss before he could answer. For good measure, you made sure to keep him preoccupied by teasing him as he drove you back to your apartment where he made sure to thoroughly make up for his week away on the case.Â
A few weeks had passed and you were out with your girls again to celebrate Adrianna finally graduating law school. It had been a long and arduous journey for her, but she made it! So before she had to buckle down once more to study for the bar exam, the four of you went out to a nice, new Italian restaurant that had opened only a couple of weeks prior. The restaurant had great reviews, and most importantly to Adiranna, an excellent wine list. So the four of you celebrated with delicious pasta, only one glass of wine for you, and began on dessert - a tiramisu that smelled heavenly.Â
As the dessert was being brought out by what seemed like half the kitchen staff who were all warmly congratulating Adrianna, your eyes drifted past them when you heard a distinct nickname being called out teasingly from across the restaurant. Pretty boy. You made eye contact with the man in question and like an instinct your heart rate began to increase and heat began to pool down into your core. It was a Pavlovian response at this point, as Spencer had explained to you the first time you brought up the fact that you would get turned on at the mere sight of him, even if it was in no way sexual. You averted your eyes a moment later and bit your lip as you shifted in your seat, thighs rubbing together to try and alleviate some of the tension building in your core.Â
âYou okay?â Maddieâs voice asked, breaking through the flashes of when Spencer dragged five orgasms out of you that night after the bar.Â
âJust a headache, red wine doesnât really agree with me,â you told in a half-truth. Red wine really wasnât your forte, but it was what Adrianna wanted so thatâs what you had been sipping on slowly throughout the meal. âI think Iâm gonna head to the restroom to take a Motrin, Iâll be back. Maybe the lights will be a bit less harsh in there.â
âMaybe so. Iâll make sure to save you some tiramisu,â Maddie said as you stood up and began making your way across the restaurant to where you noticed the restrooms were earlier. You werenât really going to the restroom to take some medicine or get away from what really wasnât even that harsh of lighting in the dining area. There was some part of you that hoped that even from across the restaurant Spencer could tell that you needed him and would get the message to meet you in there.Â
Of course as you passed the table Spencer was at, it was filled with the rest of the BAU members, most of whose attention was on the man animatedly talking about the wine and pasta selections. You thought you had gone unnoticed until you heard a low wolf whistle before the comment, âGo and get some loving, pretty boy.â
âShut it!â you heard the distinct voice of Penelope snap as you kept your head down and made your way to your destination.Â
Right as your hand reached up to push the restroom door open, you looked back to see if Spencer had followed you like you hoped, and to your bodyâs joy he did. Glancing at his lips as he wet them with his tongue, you felt the dampness in your underwear growing as your breathing began to pick up its pace along with your heart. âHey,â you said simply.Â
âDid you want to-?â was all Spencer asked before you nodded vigorously which earned you his lips as he gently pushed you into the single person restroom before locking the door. Spencerâs hands were on you in an instant, one diving into the low v-cut of your dress and beginning to massage your breast, thumb flicking over your already hard nipple as you moaned into his mouth. âIf I knew you would have been here I may have dressed a bit nicer,â Spencer commented as he moved from kissing your lips to your neck, your hands desperately roaming his frame as he explored yours.Â
âYou always look amazing,â you told him earnestly as he hiked you up onto the sinkâs counter space and pulled the strap of your dress down your shoulder so he would have better access to your chest. âOh, God, SpencerâŚâ you whispered as he took your sensitive bud into his mouth and began sucking. It wasnât long before he moved on from the nipple to the surrounding skin and started to bite and suck which you desperately hoped would leave a mark. You loved it when he marked you because it made things feel more permanent, even if just for a few days.
Before you knew it, your legs were being nudged apart and Spencerâs fingers were teasing your entrance as he asked, âAre you ready?â
âPlease,â you begged. The sound was breathy and high-pitched, but you didnât care much about how desperate you sounded because you knew the sounds you made drove Spencer crazy.Â
âTurn around,â he said in a low voice as he helped you jump off of the counter. You didnât even get the opportunity to tease Spencer or spread his own arousal over his head before you were being bent over the counter with your panties pushed aside as he quickly shoved into your throbbing core. Your moan was muffled as Spencerâs large hand came around and covered your mouth and he gritted out, âWe donât have long.â
You whimpered into Spencerâs hand as he pounded into you from behind, your exposed breast occasionally grazing against the cold countertop causing the most delicious mix of pleasure to course through your body. He always felt so big from behind and tonight was no exception, but the rate and rhythm that he was going at had the coil in your core building quickly. âSpencer, oh, fuck! I-â
âIâm close too,â was Spencerâs grunted out response as the grip he had on your hip tightened as his thrusts began to get sloppy. You donât know if it was because of the prospect of getting caught, or what, but after a few more thrusts, Spencer was already losing it, whispering, âBaby, I- Shit, shit, shit! Iâm coming, fuck-âÂ
You felt his hot release filling you up and you let out a moan in response, so close to your own peak, but instead of continuing his ministrations like he normally would, Spencer pulled out and began cleaning himself up. You stood there speechless for a moment, still bent over the counter with your heart racing and chest heaving as you recovered from your almost orgasm. Spencer had never left you hanging like that. Maybe to edge you to try and get your body to do what it still hadnât managed to, but never to deny you an orgasm.Â
Spencer approached you from behind once more and recovered your core with your underwear before beginning to straighten up your dress to help you look presentable. He turned you around and placed a gentle kiss on your lips before chuckling and telling you, âI think you may want to fix your makeup a bit.â
âI-I will,â you quietly agreed with a nod, watching as he ducked his head and left you in the bathroom alone, hot, bothered, and honestly a bit pissed off. You quickly relocked the door and went to the restroom, trying to rid your underwear and body of the traces he left behind with his abrupt finish. After cleaning up, you went to work fixing your makeup as best you could and hoped that with all of the wine in their system your friends wouldnât notice that it was slightly less perfect than when the night began.Â
As you quietly made your way out of the restroom, you froze when you heard Derekâs voice coming from around the corner as he asked, âThat love toy of yours treating you well?âÂ
Your blood ran cold as Spencer responded, âOh, I- uh- Yeah. She is.â
âMy man!â Derek said with a bright laugh before the conversation was prompted to return to non-sexual topics by someone else at the table.Â
You felt your shoulders slump as your eyes casted themselves down to the floor and you just wanted a sinkhole to open up beneath you and swallow you whole. A sense of dread began to fill your body and your head began to feel heavy as your anxiety started to climb. Trying to breathe through the dizzying feeling, you kept your eyes down as you made your way past the table Spencer was sat at. When you reached your friends, you offered a small smile before telling them, âThe headache is just getting worse, I think I need to get going. Iâm sorry to be a downerâŚâ
âHey itâs okay! Get to feeling better!â Maddie told you, offering a smile to try and comfort you.Â
âThanks,â you said as you reached into your small purse and pulled out a few bills that should more than cover your fair share of the meal. âCongrats again, Adri. You earned it!â you told her with a fake chipperness in your voice that you hoped was convincing.Â
Once that exchange was over, you quickly made your way out of the restaurant and into the cool night air, trying to convince your lungs to take deep breaths before a full blown panic attack set in. You should have known that all of this with Spencer was too good to be true. You should have known that he just wanted you for sex and nothing more.Â
Even though you know you shouldnât have, after that night meeting Derek and Penelope, you had let your mind wander just a bit and had imagined a little life with Spencer. An apartment smack between both of your jobs, going to the movies together, reading in silence on the couch, maybe even him showing you off at some team party after they closed a particularly hard case. But clearly none of that was in the cards for him⌠It was just a fantasy you had built in your head.
How did you let this drag on for so long? You pride yourself on being a strong and independent person and for the longest time had sworn off dating after the last disaster that had ruined your life. Yet here you were letting Spencer come crashing into your life, upturning everything you had built for yourself. A searing hatred started to rise in your chest, but it wasnât directed toward Spencer. It was for yourself.
Your thoughts were interrupted though when a gentle hand was placed on your upper arm to get your attention. Just turning to look at Spencer made you dizzy once again and you braced yourself against the building to keep from falling. âAre you okay?â Spencer asked. âYouâre still on the pill right? I didnât even think about asking, I-â
âYes Iâm still on the stupid pill,â you choked out through your tight throat that felt like it was threatening to close up any moment.Â
âThen whatâs-?â he tried but you interrupted him.Â
âI just thought you thought of me better than a âlove toyâŚââ you whispered, the sound barely audible.Â
Spencer reached for your hand and squeezed it gently which made your heart soar, but it came crashing down once again when he softly reminded you, âNo attachments, remember?â
Panic reared its ugly head again as that dreadful feeling threatened to overwhelm you. So before you could break down in front of Spencer in front of the restaurant, you jerked your hand away and sharply told him, âYou can go to Hell, Spencer ReidâŚâÂ
a/n: phew, that was... something! i think i need to go touch some grass... anyways, when i was plotting this, i couldn't help but think of another song that ended up causing their backstory, so i'm going to start writing a part two to this called 'butterfly effect' because i don't like unhappy endings. i hope to see you there! likes and comments are always appreciated!
xo, brooke :)
part two - butterfly effect
#mentioningmargins#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid#spencer reid smut#criminal minds oneshot#criminal minds#spencer reid angst
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BEING A LIST OF THE THIRTEEN GREATEST RIVERDALE LINES, ON THE OCCASION OF THAT SHOW'S TERMINATION
As our much loved/hated show comes to an end, I feel compelled to record, for posterity, the greatest thirteen pieces of dialogue to spring from the pens of RAS and his henchmen. It was, of course, originally a top ten list, but I simply could not exclude a few of these treasures. Without further ado:Â
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âI dropped out in the 4th grade, to sell drugs, to support my nana.âÂ
âThat means you haven't known the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of high school football.âÂ
Spoken by: an inmate of Leopold and Loeb Juvenile Detention Center, and Archie Andrews.Â
In: 3 x 2Â
Yeah, okay, this one had to be on the list. Itâs funny, Iâll admit. Itâs a great example of the overwrought semi-sincere melodrama that helped make this show so special. Itâs low on the list largely because The Normies got their hands on it, so every time I hear someone make a reference I get all âdo not cite the deep magic to me, witch.âÂ
12.Â
âNo! No! What are we supposed to do now? Iâm horny as heck!â
Spoken by: Archie AndrewsÂ
In: 7 x 16
Season 7 is undeniably dreadful, and yet there are diamonds in the rough. The occasion is the failure of a projector, just as Archie and Reggie prepare to watch a pornographic film. The utter desperation with which KJ Apa delivers this line is exquisite. One is made to feel they are witnessing a genuine tragedy.Â
11.Â
âTonight, theyâre making an exception and debuting a cover of the song my parents claim they were listening to the night Jason and I were conceived.âÂ
Spoken by: Cheryl Blossom.Â
In: 1 x 1Â
Really a fantastic line. A wonderful encapsulation of the casual absurdity of Cherylâs character, and a foretaste of the lunacy we would plumb in later episodes and seasons.Â
10.Â
âIn case you havenât noticed, Iâm weird. Iâm a weirdo. I donât fit in and I donât want to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? Thatâs weird.âÂ
Spoken by: Jughead Jones
In: 1 x 10
A genuine classic. âHigh school footballâ before âhigh school football.â One is never entirely sure just how sincere the line is meant to be, both on a meta-level and in-universe. A perfect illumination of Jugheadâs pretentiousness. It is made all the better by the occasional cuts to Lili Reinhardâs agonized face.Â
9.Â
âAt the last dance, multiple students were murdered.âÂ
Spoken by: Principal Holden Honey.Â
In: 4 x 2
Delivered as an explanation to Toni and Cheryl, as to why there would be no school dance this year. Principal Honey is in fact supremely rational in the cancellation of this dance. This being Riverdale, he is of course treated as an unreasonable tyrant.Â
8.Â
âBro, I know all the secrets of this universe.âÂ
Spoken by: Archie Andrews (evil version)
In: 6 x 5Â
Spoken as evil Archie reveals his evil plan to keep the parallel universes apart. KJ Apaâs delivery once again makes this line. He is comically sinister. Strangely, he sells it.Â
7.Â
âA Vughead kiss, right now, in the present might be precisely what it takes to save a future Bughead from imploding.âÂ
Spoken by: Jughead Jones.Â
In: 2 x 14
One of those lines that both makes me laugh and makes me genuinely angry. This was a fairly early season, and this may have actually been the first line to get me asking, âdid they genuinely write and deliver that?â Extra points for use of the atrocious âVugheadâ portmanteau ship name rather than âJeronica.âÂ
6.Â
âIâm the ultimate wild card. I am the daughter of The Black Hood. The nightmare from next door. Iâm training with the FBI and Iâm coming for you, you psycho bitch.âÂ
Spoken by: Betty Cooper
In: 4 x 14Â
Just delicious. Another one of those lines that leaves you somewhat unsure whether or not the writers understood how genuinely hysterical it was. âThe Nightmare from Next Doorâ sounds like an announcer hyping up a wrestler. Spoken with a raw sincerity by Lili Reinhart. Also points for the heavy homoeroticism between Betty and Donna.Â
5.Â
âFor I am Cheryl Blossom, Queen of the Bees.âÂ
Spoken by: Cheryl Blossom.
In: 5 x 16.Â
This one really doesnât require any elaboration.Â
4.Â
âElijah ascendedâŚand I will, too.âÂ
Spoken by: Edgar Evernever.
In: 4 x 5.Â
Admittedly, this one is only spectacular with context. But in contextâthe context being that Chad Michael Murray delivers this line while dressed like Evel Knievel and standing in a cartoon rocket right out of a Warner Bros cartoonâit becomes utterly magnificent.Â
3.Â
âItâs not queer baiting, itâs saving the world.âÂ
Spoken by: Veronica Lodge.Â
In: 6 x 22.Â
Itâs actually hard for me to decide whether this one is funnier with or without context. Without context itâs wonderful, but it possibly becomes even funnier when you know that the context is that Veronica needs to kiss Cheryl to transfer superpowers into her body so she can turn into a Scarlet Witch knock-off and stop a magic comet summoned by Sephiroth an English wizard who is also the Devil.Â
2.Â
âIf thereâs no wedding reception, it means the Gargoyle King has won.âÂ
Spoken by: Kevin Keller.Â
In: 3 x 12.
One of my personal favorites. This is a perfect line because like #3, it requires no real elaboration. There is absolutely no context in which it isnât hysterical.Â
1 .
âWord of my exploits serving Nick his comeuppance has seeped into the demimonde of mobsters and molls my father used to associate with, so the five families are sending their youngest and brightest, their âprinces,â as it were to, well, come court the rare Mafia Princess who can belly up to the bar with the big boys.
Spoken by: Veronica Lodge.Â
In: 2 x 20.Â
This is, in my opinion, the all-timer. Every word is perfect. The rapid-fire alliteration. The use of the word âdemimonde.â The entirely unnecessary addition of âas it were.â This is borderline Dr. Seuss. The fact that Camila Mendes delivered it without cracking a smile should have won her an Emmy. No. An Oscar. This line is Riverdale.Â
#riverdale#veronica lodge#jughead jones#betty cooper#archie andrews#kevin keller#cheryl blossom#edgar evernever
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baby daddy.
paige bueckers x reader
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like guys . I donât even know what to say rn . this is PURE fucking filth like yas there is some exposition in the beginning and its dialogue heavy but like ââ just know this is fucking porn . So sorry for anon if this isnât up to par but the wormz took over my brain and this is all i have to show for it . Love u so much for the idea tho <3
ANYWAYZZZ !!!! you and paige buy a strap. filth ensues.
MAJOR 18+ WARNING!!!!
âbabe.â
itâs deadpan, borderline exasperated as you turn your head, meeting a wildly unimpressed expression from paige that makes you snort out loud, hand coming up to cover your mouth.
in your girlfriends hand, dangling from her fingers, is a dildo of some sorts, shaped horrifically in the form of an anatomically incorrect fist, and itâs almost impossible to keep your surprised laughter from bubbling out, taking a step closer with a look of awe.
âdude, youâre kidding,â
âbabe, why are we even here? like, deadass i have two hands and ten fingers, this is so extra.â
to be fair, she had a pointâ those two hands and ten fingers had never done you wrong in the slightest, but this was simply an act of impulse, deciding just that morning after you guys had spent the time with each others hands down each others pants, youâd declared in a sudden rush of post-nut clarity, that you simply had to see paige in a strap.
which, was met with a bit of intrigue and then, obviously, because paige bueckers is competitive in anything she can consider herself good at, couldnât help but interrogate you in outright disbelief.
âso, what iâm hearing is that iâm not enough?â it was said in the tone she uses when her sarcasm is over the top, and you canât help the laugh that bubbles out of you, slapping her arm.
âbaby, stop being so dramatic, oh my god.â
youâd kissed her to silence her delusions as to why youâd even brought it up in the first place, before explaining ever so gently that it was never a matter of what paige couldnât do, and more so about the capabilities of what she could do, and that you promised it would be fun.
truly, she was on board after youâd told her that for some girls it was hard to use, so that, âif she couldnât handle it, she could give upâ â of course paige would never back down from a challenge.
âyou do have two hands, and i love them just the same. i just wanna try it, okay? is that okay?â you say it in your quiet, softest voice, and maybe youâre kinda being a brat because you know paige could never say no to you when you talk like that, or when you walk up to her, tracing a thumb against her cheek before pulling her down to peck her nose.
itâs immediate the way she chases your lips, presses a quick one to your mouth before sheâs rolling her eyes, âanything for my baby, i guess.â but, sheâs smiling, and that feels like more progress than before.
in the end, you guys end up picking something pretty beginner levelâ itâs only six inches, has a dual ended pleasure vibrator nestled in the crotch for the one wearing it and due to paigeâs prompt request, it is in fact purple, which only makes you laugh at the excited shimmy she does as you both walk out, hand in hand, the black privacy sack swinging between her fingers.
âthought you were so against the idea?â you couldnât help but tease her once you guys are in the car, music already blastingâ you know all her music without really knowing it, but itâs definitely something by brent faiyaz.
âyeah,â she shrugs, âuntil i thought about getting to fuck you with it.â she says coyly, glancing over at you with a raised eyebrow before sheâs pulling out of the lot, hand secured on your thigh.
you guys donât really get to it that night, or the next dayâ instead settling for the slow, tired morning sex that you guys indulge in before her practice and then after, the languid, loving type of sex you both revel in for the evening when sheâs back at the dorms.
no, for some reason, it isnât until a week or so later that it suddenly comes upâ and even then, you werenât necessarily thinking about it too hard, not until the teams all at dinner. you, paige, KK, and aubrey all sit together, and itâs really in moments like these that you love to actually participate in conversations with the teamâ KK and aubrey had been one of the first to welcome you in with open arms after you and paige had begun dating, so you really felt most at ease with them, even if they could be complete idiots.
not like paige was any better.
it had started with someone making a tiktok, going around asking who theyâd never let their son or daughter dateâ resoundingly, enough people said paige, which was both parts hilarious for you, and astounding for paige.
âbro! literally iâm like, the best girlfriend, thatâs some bull.â she couldnât help but scoff, even if sheâs smiling just a little, âbaby, iâm a good girlfriend, right?â
you purposely take a minute to answer, pretending to think about it until she grasps your thigh beneath the table, making you snicker as she squeezes, and suddenly, you know exactly the angle sheâs playing.
âgirl, i donât trust you,â KK snorts, making a face, âyouâd probably get my kid pregnant or somethinâ, likeââ
KKâs words make paige snort, shrugging a bit, âshoot, i mean, no wonder they call me baby daddy.â she sticks her tongue out, entirely too immature for the setting of the restaurant, but it makes you warm all over anywayâ you love her, even when sheâs being childish, which is pretty much most of the time.
the conversation continues after that, and though you pay attention, laugh when itâs funny and answer when you need to, you canât quite get that out of your headâ baby daddy.
it makes you think.
itâs late by the time you guys get home, and true to paigeâs fashion, the door is only shut and locked for a second before sheâs behind you, pressing kisses to your neck and sliding hands up your shirt, humming quietlyâ âiâm a good girlfriend, yeah?â
itâs not often that paige asks for reassurance, mostly because she usually already knows, but itâs why it makes it extra special when she does.
âduh.â you whisper out, tilting your head back to grant her more access while she sneaks a hand into your jeans, forgoing the button entirely. her fingers are prodding against your clit when you let out a soft moan, your fluttering eyes only opening for half a second before they spot the black sack from across the room, your own hand gently grasping her wrist to still its movements.
âbaby, why donât weâŚ?â your tilt your head in the direction, leaning your head sideways to try and capture her reaction.
surprisingly, she looks just as interested.
itâs comes out quietly, pressed to your temple, âget on the bed then.â
you donât waste much time, stepping out of your jeans and your top until thereâs nothing left but the black, simple thong that rests against your hips, crawling back against her purple sheets with an inquisitive look on your face while she pulled the thing from its plastic package.
âremember what you said earlier?â you say offhandedly as you watch paigeâs muscles flex and tighten, looping the belt around her before she glances up at you, âwhich part?â
âbaby daddy,â you canât help but grin, tossing your head back against the bed, âjust wanted to see how true that is.â
paige scoffs, and itâs obvious she likes that, plays into it even as she crawls onto the bed, looking down at you with a narrowed glance, âhow true what is? that i could get you pregnant?â
itâs almost immediate the way your body flushes at that, the subconscious squeeze of your thighs together as you look up at her through lidded eyes, âmhm. is that bad?â
âi mean,â sheâs smirking though, and her hand wraps around the strap on slowly, as if simulating it to be an extension of herselfâ itâs really fucking hot, âitâs sexy that you even thought about it like that,â she whispers, and you can practically see the confidence rising within her at the prospect, before her eyes flicker up at you. âwanna suck me off, ma?â
it makes something within you go haywire, and your mouth practically fills with saliva as if to prepare for it before you nod slowly, propping yourself up on your elbows before you stick your tongue out, paigeâs blue orbs never leaving you for one second, before sheâs sighing, hard under her breath, âfuuuck.â
she gets up on her knees, running her hands through your hair to gently guide your mouth down to the tip, her teeth teasing the bottom of her lip as you slowly slid the length into your mouth. it felt foreign, heavy on the tongue, but the texture was so lifelike, it almost felt like it was attached to paige.
âshit, baby,â she sounds out of breath as she thumbs your hair from your eyes, wanting to catch every dirty look you send up to her, mouth full and eyes watering, âgod, youâre such⌠a slut.â
it mustâve been the strap or something, that had the endless string of dirty talk spilling from paigeâs mouth, not entirely too uncommon and yet it had shifted the atmosphere completely. it felt lavacious, provocative, tantalizing even.
still, it makes the arousal pool between your legs, making you practically squeeze your thighs together again and again, chasing the feeling of some type of friction as paige pushed her hips up slightly, the tip only then touching the back of your throat and eliciting the first drop of a tear from your eye.
she notices, because she doesnât miss a thing, and is slow as she pulls it from your mouth, eyes lingering on the string of saliva that connected your bottom lip from the tip of the strap.
sheâs breathing heavy, blonde strands falling into her face, loose from the usual braid she kept her front pieces in as she grasps your jaw, âdoes that hurt?â
it doesnât, but it makes you smirk that she even asks, shaking your head before you lean back now, head hitting the mattress as you open your thighs, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.
âyou can make it hurt,â you suggest, and paige lets out a slow exhale, a teasing grin on her smile as she grasps it by the hilt, âyouâre driving me fucking crazy, yâknow that?â the words are hissed down at you, spoken between her lips, chapped from how hard sheâd been breathing as she rubs the tip of the now warmed, messily lubricated length against your cunt, eyes narrowed and focused as she drags it up, then down.
âyouâre so wet,â it sighs out of paige as if she doesnât even realize that sheâd said it, a whine puffing past your lips involuntarily, ready to spit some type of urgency towards her, until she pushes in, finally, and you fucking gasp.
it was unlike what youâd really ever felt beforeâ especially having never been with men or experimenting with penetration on this degree. itâs thicker than you expect, thicker than paigeâs fingers combined, and your back arches upwards off the bed, right as paige grasps your hip to keep you right in place. âshh, shhâ fuck, youâre so good, baby.â
âohhh- oh fuck, paigeââ the words come out in a mess of noises, as you fling an arm over your face to try and focus on the comforting rub of paigeâs thumb, the smell of her cologne, instead of the stretching, hot pressure thatâs collected between your legs.
it only takes a couple moments before it doesnât completely hurt, but the second that it does, you can finally blink your watery eyes open, letting out a soft moan at the furrowed eyebrows on paigeâs face, her own lips parted as she carefully gives a shallow thrust into you, the subsequent friction of the dull, now audible buzzing of the vibrator on the other end of the dildo against her clit and itâs obvious.
itâs in the way she grunts, tongue darting out to seek attention to her bottom lip. âsâthat feel good?â sheâs panting already, and it makes your stomach swirl in arousal, nodding quickly as she gives another slow, but shallow thrust that sends immediate shivers up your spine, a rush of rampant pleasure up your stomach as you let out a groan, âmore?â
it doesnât take long for paige to find a rhythmâ surprising considering her dancing abilitiesâ and once she does, you can practically sense the confidence that radiates off of her. itâs in the way she wraps an arm around your thigh to hoist your leg up, higher, higher, until your cunt is on full display, and sheâs leaning atop you, pressing wet kisses to your breasts as she drags her hips into you, each push making you both shudder out a moan.
âshit, babyâ so fuckingâ so fucking wet. wanâme to fuck a baby into you, huh?â paige always has a habit of going on these fuck-drunk tangents, ones that usually send you careening over the edge in due time, but thisâ it makes you mewl into her ear, the thick, heavy weight of the strap punching into you, deeper than you or paige could ever reach, and it makes your hips jerk upwards, wanting more of it, all of it.
for half a second, you hoped, by some weird anatomical technique, she could get you pregnant.
âohhhâ fuck! paige, paigeâ pleasepleasepleaseââ what youâre begging for, even you canât decipher, but itâs really just to make sure that she rocks into you like that again.
and she doesâ again and again, drool collecting in the corner of your mouth from how long your lips have been parted, and paige looks at you, delirious and flushed as she drags her thumb over your mouth, wipes away the spit and reaches between you two.
before you can figure it out, you feel her finger tracing the outside of your stretched cunt, the wetness thatâs collected there as she lets out a wanton sigh, something more high pitched than what paige usually grunts out, âstretching you sâgood, babyâ fucking- take it, jusâ like thatâ fuck, wanna fuck you stupid, baby.â
itâs almost too much. your head presses hard against the comforter as paigeâs hips push flush against your own, the final stab of the length being inside of you makes your head swim, your body acting upon itâs own accord as your thighs, shaking, squeeze around paigeâs hips, your stomach flexing and jumping as paige gives up whatever bit of composure or control she has left, before sheâs quick to fuck into you without a single strand of resistance.
itâs hot, heady, and the sweat that collects on the surface of your skin is almost like a sense of accomplishment as her face falls into your neck, your thighs pushed impossibly high to give her the best angle, as she ruts into you. the slight curve of the dildo somehow gives a direct angle to your g-spot, and it punches a shout out of you, one thatâs followed with a crying whine that even you knew was bound to get you both caught.
âfffuckâ shhh- shut the fuck upââ her mouth is on your neck in an instant, other hand quick to clamp over your mouth, but the friction against paigeâs clit has her bottom lip quivering, struggling to close as each of her gravelly, breathy moans launch right into your ear, and itâs clear that sheâs being greedy, grinding the strap into your cunt for the effort of chasing her own high, and itâs fucking sexy.
this deep, you can almost feel the fucking vibrator, and it reduces you into nothingâ fingers twine into paigeâs hair, sweaty and sticky, as she fucks into you with reckless abandon, the bed frame squeaking in protest, your cunt wet enough that you can fucking hear it, can feel it drip onto the bed below, feel it coating the sheets and paigeâs thighs and you think sheâs about to orgasm with how quick her breath has gotten, how shaky her hips are with each incessant thrust, like an earthquake pulsing through your body and it makes you sob, because it feels so fucking good, and paige is so deep, you can feel her everywhere.
âwanna cum inside ofâyouâ ohmyfuck- please, wanna fuck my babies into youâ iloveyou, so, fucking- so fu-ucking sexy, baby, fuck.â
itâs all gibberish really, a promise that makes you turn into a pile of mush, because you can feel your cunt tighten around itâ delusionally, you imagine paige can feel it tooâ because even her declaration of love is enough to send you flying over the edge as your legs tighten around her hips, the vibrator nestled deep against paigeâs clit until sheâs coming too, and itâs a glorious thing to hearâ ripping from her throat in a cacophony of throaty groans and whines that mimic yours, only deeper, grittier.
she thrusts into you, sloppy and out of control until you can feel her release on your cunt, spread against your thighs, the dull vibration now pressing hot and wet against you, so much so that it makes your body flood in aftershock, pleasure wracking through you in earnest as your body twitches and jumps, every embarrassingly high pitched noise ripping from your throat, as paigeâs go muddled and unintelligible against your neck.
itâs like a cathartic release of sorts, leaving you feeling boneless and jellied in the wake as you slowly return to your senses, fucked out and exhausted as you try to experimentally move your hips, but the soreness between your legs is almost unfathomable.
âshitââ you hiss as paige finally lifts her head, her own hand slow to guide the strap from your abused cunt, and itâs clear by, not only the tired, almost loopy smirk on her face, but the redness in her eyes, the wetness coating her lashes, that sheâd enjoyed herself as much as you hadâ and while sex between you had always been mutual, it wasnât often you got to see her fully release like that.
âwas that good, hm? did i do okay?â sheâs always quick to look for approval, her hand coming up to brush the tears from your face, to pepper a light array of kisses against your lips, chapped and puffy, as you let out a tired laugh, âfucking duh, that shit was⌠so hot,â you trace her blonde strands, plastered to her forehead, away from her face, âdonât think iâve ever heard you sound like that.â
it makes her cheeks red, eyes rolling with a scoff, as she lets out a quiet laugh, already trying to play it off as cocky instead of flushed, âwell- yeah, âcause, i was watching you take my dick.â you slap her arm weakly with a snort, wincing at her usage of words, âew, youâre so gross.â
âand youâre so pretty,â she counters, before pressing a quick kiss to your mouth.
you both donât really try to address the fact that there was probably no way youâd both been quiet enough to not at least alert one of the girls, but you ignore it anyway.
besides, itâs only KK that ends up putting you both in a group message the next morning, sending a string of angry emojis and a text that says, âbye. im moving roomsâ.
you both laugh, because you know sheâs not, and more so, you all three know it wasnât the first time and definitely not the last.
#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers smut#writing asf#paige bueckers#smut#wlw#still feel like i could get even worse
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DCxDP fanfic idea: PenPal
Tim is a lonely boy. Sure, he follows Batman and Robin around at night, daring various risks by getting close enough to capture a good enough photo of his heros.
But that is basically all the fun he has. School is insanely easy to the point that he is unbearably bored. He has some friends, but most of them are only on speaking terms within the school grounds, and his parents answer their emails every third or four day.
Basically, Tim only interacts with people for few hours a day. It leaves him wanting more, needing more.
This is how he joins an online chat room he overheard some of the older students chatting about. He knows that it's not the best idea to speak to a total stranger- Tim did wander Gotham streets at night on his own- but he figured he was smart enough to not falll for any tricks.
Just to be sure, he changed his age from ten to fourteen, figuring the few extra years would give him a second level of anonymously. The chatroom was meant to match him with someone of the same interests or Hobbies.
Tim filled out the survey with some truths and some lies, even using a different name. He creates some starting threads, a one sentence hook, about the themes he selected and goes live.
If someone reads his threads that they find interesting, they will click a message request. Tim would have until he logged out to answer. Otherwise, the conversation went stale and deleted.
If he meets someone he wants to talk to more than one log-in, he would need to friend them. It's an easy enough concept.
Before long, Alvin Draper is ready to mingle with strangers online. He gets a few matches for his fake hobbies scrolling through the profiles' form with little interest. He refreashes the page a few times until one thread catches his eye.
Batman is a ghost by a Danny Fenton.
He clicks the chat option, and a second window opens with the basic messaging screen. Tim types in "How is Batman a ghost?"
He gets an instant reply.
"He disappears in plain sight. It is out for vengeance and is scary. How is he not a ghost?"
Tim cracks his knucles. He already knows Batman is Mr. Wayne from next door, but it would be fun to talk to someone with odd thoeroes. Besides, stiring the pot for this particular idea would ensure that no one would catch on to his neighbors
He talks Danny for hours. By the time Danny informs him he has to go to sleep for school, Tim realizes it's far too late to go out and take the photos of Batman. He resolves to wait until tomorrow.
Danny asks a question about his classes, and Tim tries to sound like a cool older teen. He hopes all middle schools have art classes, so it's not weird that he mentions coloring for his homework.
The next day, they chat again, this time about stars and cute girls- Tim thinks it's icky to want to kiss girls, but older kids don't seem grossed out by cooties. Then, the following day, Tim talks about his photography, praying that his technical terms make him sound like he's close to getting his driver's license.
And on it goes, days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months. There are some slight pauses in their conversations as Danny is crazy busy but it's the most anyone bother to hold a conversation with Tim so he is patient and understanding.
His friendship with Danny is the longest one he's ever had and he feels brave enough to tell him secerts- not who Batman is or Tim's real age- but things like how sometimes he just hates his parents, sometimes he can't stand how loud his brain is and how he mentioned wanting to kiss boys just to spicy things up.
He figured older kids liked kissing girls and wanted to kiss boys, which was also a logical answer. They didn't have cooties. It was the smart thing to do because he was right, seeing as Danny informed him that his online friend also likes kissing girls and boys.
Tim adores Alvin Draper.
He's not the lonely kid with too much time and money. Alvin is the cool older boy who kisses someone new every week. He has hundreds of school friends and parents who spend so much time with him that it's sometimes overbearing.
Alvin can skateboard, break dance, and knows how to cook. He French kisses all the time - Tim isn't sure how people kiss in different languages; maybe the onomatopoeia is different - and once even pet a crocodile. (That one time Killer Croc held his class ransom)
Danny is highly impressed.
Tim picks up skateboarding figuring he can't write about it without trying it himself and finds he highly enjoys it.
He finds that Danny has a much simpler life than him. He has only two real friends and has no special skills to think of. His hobbies are video games and star gazing, and he never even got to first base with anyone.
Tim offers to teach him since he's played baseball thousands of times at school. Not to brag but Tim has even hit three homeruns the last time they played in gym.
Danny's response is surprisingly flustered, but he agrees that someday he might just take "Alvin" up on his offer. Tim buys a brand new glove and bat the very next day.
After almost a full year of messaging, Danny sends him a picture of himself one day. Tim is stunned by how pretty his penpal is, with sparkling blue eyes and swooping black hair. He's got a symmetrical face that Tim knows lots of the Gotham elites pay thousands to have some docotor recreate.
His smile is shy but perfect.
Then Danny asks, "Can you show me your face?" and Tim panics. Alvin is supposed to be fourteen, turning fifteen in a week; he's handsome, athletic, and beloved. He's nothing like Tim, who still has baby fat clinging to his cheeks, hasn't spoken to anyone outside of school in almost two weeks, and making up lies to impress his online friends.
But Tim has to send Danny something. If he doesn't, then Danny will be hurt or worse- he'll realize Tim has been lying this whole time and block him.
Tim stares at his photo files on his computer, heart beating a mile a minute before he makes his decision. He drags a photo, drops it into the chat, and presses send, telling himself no one will know.
Danny isn't from Gotham; he won't have a reason to know who the picture is.
You're gorgeous, Danny writes to him, making Tim feel all warm inside. His friend is right. Jason Todd is a very handsome boy. He's also Alivin Draper's new face.
Nothing can go wrong.
#dcxdpdabbles#dcxdp crossover#PenPal#Part 1#dead on main#Not Dead Tired because Tim is really young and is making things up#Danny does think he's dating "Alvin#stolen identity#Lies#Jason has no idea#Danny never once lied to Alvin.#The dangers of online chatrooms#Catfish
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Imagine being Posiedon.
You are sitting for 10 years, waiting to finish a fight with a punk sailor that you decimated most of the crew of because they blinded your son.
And you go for that extra level petty where you are waiting for him to be right by his home. Just so you can snatch that hope away from him.
Now ten years is nothing to you because you are a deity. And your entire domain is the ocean.
So imagine, you get word the punk is back on the seas. In a little raft made of twigs and leaves. You make a show of it. You tell him that there is no mercy and that you are here to run that fade one last time. And if he doesnât⌠you will kill everyone. Heâs begging for mercy. Trying to appeal.
But he ainât getting it. This is
And just as you hit him with your named finisher.
This motherf***er not only survives, but utilizes the power of YOUR Storm to fly and hit you with a f***ing Limit break.
You got your ass beat in your domain. Now you decide to be petty. Cause f*** this guy in particular. Sure, he won. But you will heal, you canât die, and that storm he used to fight back is now stopping him from getting home.
He tells you to call off the storm.
You tell him no. And he picks up your triton. You laugh cause that wonât kill you.
But when you look up and see his face⌠you realize. He was counting on that.
And it was for the first time in a long time you lament being immortal.
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Donation Boot
How firefighter Abby and Reader met
Hello hello itâs been a bit so sorry but I had this idea for a series of sorts following firefighter Abby x Reader through life. I have ideas for a couple more stories but if you have any suggestions leave them in my inbox for sure đ¤
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: none just fluff
Part 2: Damn the Chief
Part 3: Silly Abby Candy's for Kids
You heard her key jingle in the lock from the kitchen. The metal on metal scratching noise was like music to your ears despite it being like nails on a chalkboard to others.
That noise meant your wife was finally home. All day you had been waiting for her to come home, missing her warm cuddles. She left for the station before you had even woken up.
Usually you stirred awake for the briefest of moments in those early hours when you heard the shower start, you made it a point to stay awake just long enough to say an I love you as you sent her off to do her work. You never knew when it might be your last so you didnât chance it.
But last night the melatonin must have hit you extra hard because you didnât even register Abbyâs movements when she leaned down and pressed a warm kiss to your brow bone before clunking out of the room in her steel toed boots.
You regretted not waking up; no more melatonin for you.
The front door creaked open and you heard your dogâs collar jingle as she ran to greet your wife.
Abby must have been following the dogs lead to your presence in the kitchen because you heard her mutter, âCome on, whereâs your momma?â
Your heart was instantly a mushy puddle on the tile floor following the comment. Just as you finished drying your hands the love of your life rounded the corner.
She was wearing her normal uniform. Not the big, bulky, fireproof suit but the fitted jeans and the navy blue t-shirt with the stationâs logo over her breast.
You were such a sucker for a woman in uniform, itâs how she caught your attention in the first place. But what kept you around was that blinding smile she had plastered across her face that first day.
You and your friends decided to visit your local farmers market during second year of college. It was a fluke really, you werenât even planning to go with them but after days of them whining that you could spare a couple of hours away from the text books and come have fun you agreed.
The local fire station had a booth set up collecting donations and the truck open for kids to climb in and take pictures.
One of your friends thought a fire fighter was hot and insisted on getting a picture with him by the truck (her very obvious way of flirting). You couldnât blame her though because you had your eye on one of the younger trainees.
She was working the booth, tracking donation levels and you knew you would hate yourself for the rest of your life if you ignored your gut.
So, despite you being 19 and a broke college student you approached. They were collecting cash donations in one of the big fire suit boots.
You slipped the only cash you had on you into the dark depths of the boot, ten dollars, and were planning to make your way back to your friends, chickening out of talking to her, when all of the sudden you heard, âHey, wait!â
You turned around and there she was. She had gotten up from her perch and made her way around the table. It was a bit jarring at first. She was tall, muscular, that tight ponytail made her look very sever, and here she was leaning over you with an expectant look.
âYes?â you asked hesitantly.
âDonât you want your coupons?â she asked suddenly realizing that she was close and backing up a step.
âSorry?â
The confusion must have been written on your face because she immediately explained in a sort of rambily but very cute way, âWhen you donate you get a coupon to the local grocery store⌠and some other stores but honestly there all the old lady stores in the mall. The grocery ones the only one worth it.â
You just smiled softly at her over explanation. You expected her to be this over confident, maybe slightly douchy character from the way she approached before but really you could see her nerves peaking through now.
It only made you more attracted to her in all honesty.
âOh right, yeah thanks.â you took the coupon sheet from her and after a moment of tense silence between the pair of you, you both went your separate ways.
It wasnât until later that night when you went to cut out the grocery coupon and throw out the rest that you realized she had messily scribbled her name and number onto the think colorful price of paper.
You squealed, your roommate asked what was wrong and then you both quickly plotted on what you should text her.
It was simple really just a quick hey this is so nâ so, how are you?
Your phone only sat face down for a total of three minutes before you heard the chime of her reply and the rest is history.
Now seven years later your wife, the nervous fire fighter with the tight ponytail, was coming home to you. You would share a meal, a shower, a bed. It was the life you always wanted and all because you went to a farmers market on a random Sunday seven years ago.
That blinding smile that caught your attention all those years ago was plastered across her face now in the small kitchen of your small house.
Her setting her bag down on the island brings you out of your memory.
âHey honey,â you greet, making your way to her.
âHi baby, what were you thinking about just now?â she wraps her arms loosely around your waist.
âHmm nothing much just your pretty smile,â she rolls her eyes, never one to take a compliment, âSpeaking of which, that smile usually means youâre plotting something. What is it?â
She looks down at you and smiles, âYou know me too well. I was plotting on what we are going to do over the next three days that I have off of work.â
That gets you excited. Itâs not often that she gets time off of work. Sometimes you donât even see her for days at a time when she has to sleep at the station. Three days off in a row is practically unheard of.
âReally?â
âSwear,â she kisses your forehead.
âEek, so what were you planning?â
She chuckles and belts her arms just under your thighs, lifting you into the air, âOh I think you know exactly what i have planned.â
Her voice turned seductive and husky. You squealed as you became level with her face. You both laughed into a soft kiss, one that was definitely going to lead to a forgotten dinner on the stove and a closed bedroom door.
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Sam Winchester x reader
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Warnings: smut, smut, I forgot to say smut, DESTIEL BECAUSE I LOVE THEM, dirty talk
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DAY 5: Size kink
"Hey little one do you need a hand?" You hear Sam ask, hearing in his tone of voice that silly little sly smile you hate so much. You huff as still with your back turned you don't even turn to look at him, knowing you couldn't help but melt under the gaze of his green eyes. You feel him coming up behind you, his chest brushing against your back as you see his hand reach for the book you've been reaching for for more than ten minutes. His presence behind you almost makes your knees give way.
The two of you have been playing this game for weeks now, provoking the other but at the same time neither of you seems to have the courage to take matters into their own hands and drag the other into your bedroom. A few days ago Sam realized how sensitive you are to the size difference between the two of you. You have never considered yourself short, you have always been average, but next to him you look little more than a smurf. He is literally a giant, and that doesn't mean he is merely tall, but because of the life you lead he has developed a lot of muscles in his arms and chest, as well as perfect abs, and that makes him imposing, and fuck if that isn't attractive. You get lost in thinking what it must be like to be under him, enclosed between his warm body and his bed, but almost immediately you are interrupted by a cough behind you. You turn and see him with a raised eyebrow looking at you amused. Now the two of you are face to face, or rather you have your face at his chest level, and in fact you have to look up to stare into his eyes.
The man in front of you seems to be quite amused by this, in fact he leans forward a little, thinking you would move for that movement, and instead you stand still, not showing weakness.
"Careful little one your neck will hurt if you keep holding it like that. Maybe we should buy a stepladder at least you'd be able to look me in the eye without any trouble." Says Sam, a breath away from your lips.
"You giant asshole, I swear I'll cut your balls off if-" You start to threaten him, but you are interrupted by a new voice. Castiel has just entered the room and is looking at you with a questioning expression before shouting.
"Dean they are doing it again." He says to the other hunter who immediately responds to the angel, threatening you as well.
"Home run before you see things you don't want to see. And you two stop circling around the fact that you want to fuck. There's too much sexual tension in the air and no one can take it anymore. You better find a solution or I swear I'll have the next witch I meet charm you." Says the brother of the man in front of you, from the kitchen, making both you and Sammy blush.
"Fuck you Dean." Sam manages to say, not looking you in the eye. Immediately you turn away from each other, going in different directions.
You arrive in your room, close the door, and lean against it as you take a breath of relief.
You can't deny that there is not that sexual tension between the two of you that Dean accuses you of, but at the same time you don't have the courage to take that extra step for fear of being rejected because treacherously you think Sam intends all that as a kind of game between the two of you, but nothing more. You stay for a moment thinking again about the feeling of his body so big and muscular against yours. You felt so small and helpless, and yet you were not afraid, in fact all your brain could process were rather spicy situations with the youngest of the Winchesters. Then suddenly you violently detach yourself from the door, as your mind was again training itself in those overly specific thoughts of what it would be like to be fucked by Sam, placed on all fours on his bed, while he on top of you, with his chest pressed against your back, holding the bed keyboard with one strong hand to make stronger, firmer thrusts. You get lost in thinking about what it must feel like to have his kisses on your bare back with the light beard he has, what one of his strong hands gripping one of your hips must feel like, or his cock pushing in. You decide it's time for a cold shower at the very moment you're left thinking about whether the size of his member is directly proportional to everything else, hoping that at least that might bring you back to your senses a little.
You've never been much of a person who likes to go to parties, but you certainly can't say no to a nice evening with your favorite people spent drinking and singing your favorite songs. By now it is very late and both Dean and Cas have gone to bed, no matter how much the last one doesn't sleep, but by now since they had declared themselves to each other they had created a routine, thanks to which the oldest of the Winchesters is finally able to sleep without nightmares. You are happy forni your friends, they both deserve the small portion of happiness that fate has reserved for them, and on the contrary you wish they had fi more. Since they've gone to bed, though, you and Sam are left alone, with more than ample amount of alcohol in your system, which is a bit dangerous considering the thoughts some days that led you to take a shower so cold that even penguins would beat their beaks for cold.
You and young Winchester spent those days avoiding each other, and when you couldn't, all you could do was avoid each other's gaze and not blush.
You remain silent again, enjoying that peace to which you are not very accustomed. You are sitting side by side, and you can't help but slowly move closer to his body, attracted by the warmth it produces.
It seems like hours go by, and maybe it's only a few minutes, but eventually he interrupts that state of stillness.
"Can I ask you a question?" Sammy asks, turning toward you, and you can't help but be a little annoyed by his question, but you nod as you down some more alcohol. He seems to consider what words to use.
"Have you ever thought of anything more than this between us?" The man asks, looking you in the eye. You pause with your glass in midair, petrified by that question. For a moment it crosses your mind that he has figured out how you feel about him, but then you look at him and see him waiting for your answer and realize that he is really only asking you out of pure curiosity.
"Why did you think of that?" You ask in turn defensively. You see him hesitate for a moment as you did a few seconds earlier, but eventually he flashes you a smile, regaining all the resourcefulness he has shown in this last period.
"Oh little one, I'm afraid I'd scare you if I told you all the things I've been thinking about doing with you." He says in a rough, sensual voice, and you immediately feel a shiver go down your spine. You feel him move closer to you, while you remain still, afraid that if you moved even a finger, this whole situation would vanish like a soap bubble. You think more than once that all this is a dream produced by the alcohol in your system, then you feel his lips on your neck and realize that it is all true.
"Well you could show me a couple of things you've imagined doing with me, and I'll tell you if they're the same things I've thought of." I say in a whisper, as he continues to nibble on my neck, leaving sweet kisses at times.
"You're going to fucking kill me sooner or later." Sam comments before standing up, and with a smooth, quick movement, hoisting me onto his shoulder. I let out a soft yelp, before starting to bombard him with threats and questions.
"Sam Winchester, let me go now! Where are you taking me?" I ask, trying not to give away that just that simple gesture that showcased his strength and how much bigger he was physically than you was turning you on.
"In the room, unless you want to be fucked here where anyone could walk in at any moment. I didn't take you for that kind of person, but we could always try it another time." He says chuckling, while you in response punch him lightly in the back. "Besides, from here I have a first-class view of your ass." He continues nonchalantly, and you can't help but blush.
"Sam!" You take him back, but he immediately doesn't give you time to continue.
"Little one, don't be an angel, because we both know how many times you've thought about doing dirty things with me, and you can't even lie because it was all over your face." Notices Sam, scolding you as one scolds a child who has eaten too much candy.
"Like you had a marble mask on, and you couldn't see all the times you looked at my boobs." You comment, as you try to figure out by now where you are, but the corridors of the bunker are all dark and you can't quite get your bearings.
"It's not my fault you have particularly nice tits." He replies, as if it were a given, and you can't help but laugh at the situation. Your laughter is interrupted, however, when Sam throws you onto what you recognize to be his bed.
The playful air that had been created disappears in an instant and gives way to a new tension, steeped in passion and mischief. The youngest Winchester slides all the way down your body until his plump lips are inches from yours. The feel of his body, so large compared to yours, is even better than you had imagined. He spends a few seconds teasing you, kissing all over your face and the area near your mouth, but he doesn't touch your lips a single time, until you slip your hands into his hair and force him to do so. He smiles against your lips, and when you pull away to get some air, he teases you.
"Someone is a little impatient, what can't you wait to feel my cock inside you anymore?" He asks rhetorically, while his hands begin working to remove the several layers of clothes you are wearing.
"All promises Winchester, it's time to keep them." You say, trying to answer him again in kind as pleasure begins to work its way through you.
"You'll regret this shamelessness little one, another time, not today, but next time I won't be as good to you as I will be this time."
Quickly he removes the few clothes you have on while you do the same to him, a little groggy from pleasure and a little from alcohol.
He kisses your neck, leaving red, biting marks as he slowly moves down to your breasts, to remove the bra you still have on. He takes one of your nipples in his teeth, while the other teases it with his hand.
Once he is done torturing your breasts, he goes down to your navel with his kisses and then gently bites your panties. A shiver runs through you again as you feel his lips graze the skin of your legs, while he stares into your eyes and pulls them off with such slowness that you feel faint before long at how hard your heart is beating.
"You better get moving Winchester." You try to threaten him, once he completely peels off the penultimate layer of clothing that stood between you and him, since he still has his boxers on.
"Or what small thing? I don't think you're in a position to threaten me." He comments amused, before returning to your center, and leaving sweet kisses all around in your inner thigh. You can't help but sigh as you slip a hand into his soft, long hair, trying to take him where you most desire.
"Fuck you." That's all you can say in response, and he can't help but laugh. Eventually Sam lets you guide him where you want him, and finally his lips meet those of your pussy. You can't help but let out a moan mixed with a scream as the man squeezes your clit between his teeth as he had done with your nipples earlier. With his tongue he continues to lick you, slowly increasing the pleasure.
Suasult when you also feel his fingers join in the torture, as he rhythmically works them into you. His fingers are long and big, enough to reach all the right places, and make you wriggle between the covers of the now unmade bed, making you clutch the sheet so tight you thought it would tear.
Eventually, faster than it had ever happened to you, you feel the orgasm coming, with the impetuosity of a wave ready to sweep whatever it meets in its path.
"Sam- fuck- please don't stop." You beg him, as you continue to move your hips under his mouth to create more friction.
"Oh my little one is cumming?" He asks, pulling away from you slightly.
"Sam, please." You beg him again as you run a hand through his hair again, and he can't help but moan as you do so.
He doesn't respond to you, but his actions speak for themselves as he again begins to lick your center as he speeds his fingers entering your pussy. A few minutes pass and you finally reach orgasm, and for a second you think you lose contact with the whole world. All you hear in your ears is blood pulsing, your eyes narrowed as your lips hold back a scream, while your hands continue to cling tightly to Sam's hair. Once you regain your breath and some clarity you stop and look at Sammy who is now looking at you seriously. Around your mouth you can still see the remnants of the otherworldly experience you just had.
"Are you okay?" He asks you as he licks his lips.
"Never felt better." You answer, as you signal for him to come up. He complies and comes with his face at the same height as yours. You kiss him softly, and he can't help but do the same. It is very different from the kiss you shared earlier, passionate and impetuous, but no less sensual and beautiful. Then suddenly you take him by surprise and reverse the situation by finding yourself on top of him.
"Now it's my turn to torture you a little." You whisper in his ear before moving down to his boxers. You slip them off him the same way he took off your underwear, which is with your teeth, and you hear him cursing as you brush against his now very obvious erection. Then unable to hold back you take his member with your hands, and like everything in your body it seems to be huge compared to you, but in this case you don't really know if it is your point of view or is objective. You tease his entire length with your tongue, before starting to suck lightly at the tip, while moving your hand along everything else you don't touch. Immediately his hand, almost as big as your head, gets stuck in your hair and begins to send you further and further down, at the pace he likes best. That's how Sam begins to fuck your mouth, at first slower, going steadily increasing, so that the last thrusts you feel his cock coming down your throat, and you can't help but get aroused when you feel the air miss you. He continues this game for a few minutes, until with a series of moans where he screams your name he doesn't cum in your mouth, and you swallow everything he gives you.
"That's my girl." Sammy comments as he catches his breath, but you see a spark in his eyes that tells you you're not even close to the end.
"So far we've been playing, now comes the main course." He continues, as again he reverses the situation, bringing you under him. You feel one of your thighs open, and with his knee he stimulates your pussy. Immediately you let out a scream that he silences with his lips. You begin to kiss more and more passionately as you feel him driving his cock in front of your entrance. The moment he is about to push in for the first time, you stop him by asking him a question?
"Are you sure it fits?" You ask slightly frightened by his size, and excited at the same time. He looks at you and chuckles a little, throwing his head into the crook of your neck.
"It's just that I've never had anyone so ...great, it's no laughing matter Winchester!" You continue, chuckling in turn. He kisses you gently on the nose before answering you.
"I promise in case it does you, you'll just have to tell me and we'll stop right away, okay?" He asks seriously, watching you as he moves a strand of hair away from your face. "Besides, I think the orgasm has prepared you well honey." He finishes by winking at you. He kisses you again but this one more gently, trying to distract you. You feel him enter you, and for a moment you think you have died and are in your own little piece of heaven.
"Are you okay little one?" Sam asks seeing your closed eyes and clenched fists holding the pillow.
"Oh God, Winchester you better move your ass and fuck me before I come at this exact moment." You whisper, as you release one hand to bring him to you and kiss him. You feel him begin to thrust in and out of you, picking up a rather fast pace as he stimulates one of your breasts with one hand and his lips are busy making more marks on your neck, lest he cry out your name in pleasure. You are not much better off, so much so that at one point you feel an iron taste of blood in your mouth from how much you bit your lips to keep Cas and Dean from hearing you. You keep moving in unison, seeking pure pleasure.
"God baby, you are so perfect. You don't know how much I've dreamed of having you under me, screaming my name, rocking your world." Sam comments, before kissing one of your breasts. "I love your body, so small compared to mine, so much that I'm afraid I'll break you every time I touch you, but at the same time so sinful that I can't stop myself from doing the worst sins they ever came up with even in hell."
You fail to respond too caught up in everything the boy is making you feel. You feel like it's the first time in years you've breathed again, the first time you've really tasted oxygen.
"Sam, please, I'm going to-" You are interrupted by a kiss from him.
"Me too baby." He replies after pulling away from your lips. "Your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard, I think I'm about to go crazy." He comments, and it seems that his words are the keys to reach again that already before, only with his fingers had you tasted, but that was but a paltry appetizer, this was of the magnitude of a wedding feast. Your whole body quivers with force, as your center, in pleasure, tightens even tighter around his size, making you feel the size of his member even more.
Just as Sam's words were for you, for him it seems that your orgasm triggers his, in fact when you finally seem to have regained some mental clarity, after spending several minutes with your mind clouded, drowsy with pleasure, you feel your womb being filled with his seed, and you have another orgasm, smaller than before, but still quite important.
It is some time before both of you have caught your breath, in each other's arms. You remain in silence enjoying the warmth of the naked body of the person you love by your side. Then without saying a word Sam moves to your side and encircles you with his arms, having spread a blanket over your uncovered bodies. You fall asleep within minutes, with a smile on your lips, both of you happy to be close to the one you love, and especially happy to know that the one you love loves you back.
BONUS (I can't help it, I love bonuses too much :) )
Dean sits at the kitchen table as Cas hands him a steaming cup of coffee. He thanks him with a whisper before sipping his drink in silence. The only noise in the room is that of the liquid slipping over his lips as the two lovers stare into the void, lost in their own thoughts. Eventually it is the angel who breaks the silence.
"We need to soundproof the rooms better." He comments, and Dean can make no more than a sound of approval. They had not slept a wink because of your shouting, and as happy as they were to know that now the tension between the two of you had been cleared up, they also did not want to hear how their nephew was created, since his brother and you had not made much effort to be quiet. And this was not the first time. Since you had come out to each other now almost a month ago, every night you had done nothing but shout each other's names in pleasure, so much so that often both Dean and Cas had decided to go for a drive, but they couldn't take it anymore.
"You're damn right." Dean says before taking another sip of coffee. "You know I almost preferred it when they hadn't come out, now I'm afraid to turn the corner and watch them procreate on the library table." Dean comments amused, finishing his drink as he sees his boyfriend shoot him a look and a smile.
"As if we never did." Cas says, laughing.
"But they don't know that." Dean replies, giving him a wink, then getting up and leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead and heading out of the room, obviously checking to make sure you are not in it.
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Pile 1- The Chariot, Two of Swords, The Hanged Man
I'm getting the feeling your spouse really wants to make a move on you! He's dreaming about what it's like to be all in your space, he really wants to know what you're like. I was thinking at first that maybe he wants to spend time with you and know what it would be like to do mundane things with you like grocery shopping, but I think this guy is more curious than that. I think he wants to know just about you in general and what you like doing, he's the type to watch what you pick up and glance at during shopping just to get a feel of what you like. He wants to know your schedule, how your day went, he'll probably ask this a lot.
I feel like this person has a crush on you? He feels kinda stuck, like the hanged man lol. I'm not sure the circumstances or the dynamic of the relationship/how you'll come together but it surely feels like this person is very secretive with his thoughts of you, like he's very open telling me but he's scared to tell you? Like maybe this is someone you know of and you guys are friends and they're secretly crushing lol, that was very specific so it's okay if it doesn't resonate with everyone. This could also be a secret admirer for some.
But he's dreaming about changing something with you, planting roots and something stable. I'm not sure what the change will be, but I am seeing him thinking of different approaches to overcome whatever hardship is happening between you two, it could also be something on their end like maybe shadow work still needs to be done or they're still dealing with a karmic relationship of some sort.
It seems to me like they're sorting through everything, they might fantasize about things finally coming to an end and being able to start something with you. I know as soon as this is finished they're spreading towards you. I think they really just want you to know they're still coming? I got this rush feeling, like an adrenaline rush feeling? I think this person just wants you to know they're still clearing through some things! "Just hang in a little longer!" I'm hearing with a cute little smiley face âşď¸. Your person is adorable! I think they love acts of service too!
I think if this were to be a 18+ reading they'd definitely tell you about all of the things they'd love to focus on your body and needs lol.
I have to make an 18+ version of this now đ stay tuned!
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Pile 2- Six of Coins, Eight of Swords in reverse, The moon, Temperance, Ten of Cups.
Your person dreams about spoiling you, pampering you, taking you out on really fancy dates (plus showing you off đľâđŤ) just treating you like you are their everything. I hear it's because you are their everything! They adore you so much!
This person talks a lot too and wanted to pull extra cards when I usually only do a three card pull spread lol.
This card makes me feel like your person kinda feels like a spider stuck in it's own web right now, they're really in their head :( I getting your person has a negative mindset? For some of you it could be specific as they feel like they're not on the same level as you whatever that might mean to them. They dream about cutting out of their web, I think for the benefit of the connection really but also for their piece of mind, yk?
Maybe this person feels like they have to achieve a certain amount of wealth before they come to you, which goes hand in hand what I was saying about really wanting to spoil you lol they want to save up a bunch so they can have a great future with you and for those of you who want children they also want to build a family for you so of course they want to save for this too.
They dream about having a steady home with you, I think they like to fantasize about your future a lot lol. They say it won't be perfect but it'll be the definition of love like a real family should be lol. They want a balance with you, they're also the type to be very balanced in a relationship, they'll balance work and you at the same time. I honestly get the vibe that's why they're working so hard right now, so they can spend the rest of their time with you more!
I think this person dreams about the day you two unite! With the ten of cups I feel they dream about a happy home with you a lot, but also a happy relationship. I can guarantee this relationship will be very fulfilling and healing and loving. Their energy feels so excited to meet you if you guys haven't already, a healthy and loving relationship could be something they've always wished for so this is a wish fulfillment for them, they can't wait to experience real love with you. 𩵠The color blue might be specific for a few of you?
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Pile 3- Knight of Coins, Justice (clarification cards- Death, and Strength), Two of Wands, Seven of Cups (clarification cards- Ten of Cups), and King of Swords (clarification cards- Knight of Wands)
I needed so much clarification for this group xD
Every time I look at the ducks eyes they always look so full of administration, anyone else see it? It's adorable. I channeled right away your person will adore you like this picture so I chose it!
I heard they think about this every day straight away lol.
Your future spouse fantasizes about putting hard work into you, really showing up for you I'm feeling. Like I feel like it's deeper than a materialistic matter, I feel like he really wants to support you emotionally. He doesn't want to be your therapist or anything it's like he just wants to make sure you're okay, he really cares about your well being. A better way to put this is that they really want to show up as a man in your life, one that doesn't have a toxic sense of masculinity and really respects women and wants to understand your needs, wants and boundaries I'm hearing. He likes to solve your problems because your problems are his problems.
He's dreaming about justice in a situation, I'm going to pull clarification cards for the Justice card to help understand a bit better because I want to know possibly in what situation, I can't figure that out on my own I'm not hearing much channeling on this card. The clarification cards just are making me feel it's probably a too personal situation they don't want me to know about, but maybe when you meet this person you will know because it's making me feel like it's linked to you, he probably doesn't want you to understand much either right now but he says he's working hard on getting justice in a situation he really wants to come to an end soon, I think when it's over it'll bring a lot of happiness, a shift in energy, a really big change :) He wants you to encourage him to be strong as he encourages you, it's a very tough situation maybe? Heavy energy kind of just came through me, like a little random rush of sadness just thinking about the question so I will move on now :)
This person fantasizes about making everything perfect a lot in a way, he really likes to plan. You'll notice this about them right away lol. They probably have a hectic schedule right now I'm hearing. They're possibly planning on how to get to you? This feels like a soulmate connection, something that's just supposed to happen because it just makes so much sense because you two love each other and really care for one another. This is someone who you can spend the rest of your life with because they're confident you two are a perfect match. Very equal in the relationship which is why it would work perfectly I'm hearing. He's just doing a bunch of planning right now, lots of thinking things over and through.
He dreams about probably having a lot of money, a level of fame? Maybe he's a celebrity or wants to be, he could be very creative and expensive. He dreams a lot very dreamy they could have water in their chart, they do feel emotional. They're so cute đ
This person dreams about picking a path and advancing in it basically, they really want to be the boss, be at the top of their game whatever career or field it might be. They want a lot of abundance! They fantasize about being given an opportunity to present themselves, show off maybe. They could be a really good singer/rapper or some kind of performer. They could play an instrument.
I feel like they really want to settle down with you for sure though, they want to offer you a lot as well so they work really hard to show up financially, they could've grown up in poverty I'm hearing a specific message for some of you so being financially stable is everything for them. They want you right by their side ;)
This person was kinda hard to read but I think that's cause how dreamy they felt, thoughts kinda bouncing around everywhere haha, so take this how it resonates with you!
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Pile 4- Seven of Coins, The Magician (clarification cards- Three of wands), Seven of Wands (clarification cards- Death and Queen of Swords)
This person wants to start off with the seven of wands first even though it was the last card to be pulled lol.
They want to maybe draw attention to dreaming about fighting for something? They are very protective and will stand their ground and fight for what's theirs. I can't really tell, so I'm going to ask for clarification ;) I don't know why but I feel like they want to sabotage a relationship between you and someone else? I feel like they fantasize about this a lot! I feel like your energy is the Queen of wands but you don't really see this person! This could be a clue your future spouse is someone you already know!
They dream about making you theirs lol stealing you away. đ
So with that, they're also dreaming about the future with you! Working on their finances as well, but also thinking about what it would be like in the future with you. This person feels like they're confident they will have a future with you lol. Maybe they're not making a move right now because they want to build up their finances more for the long run with you, because when they do make a move on you they plan to commit deeply and I'm hearing they fell hard for you, and you possibly don't even know it đľâđŤ.
đ 𩷠you probably drive this person crazy lmao
He's probably manifesting you lol?
I asked for clarification for the magician as well and it just makes me think he's really brainstorming a lot right now? I think every pile had a lot of thinking in them but never really being too specific on what and I'm always left with so much quietness so I'm left in the darkđ
They're just really thinking a lot which makes me think it's only about you. They seem shy, they could be younger than you? They seem like they're too scared to tell you how they really feel. Could be scared of rejection? But they really do fantasize about you a lot! They think about you constantly and different ways to impress you, how to get your attention. They really want you my pile 4's and they're fighting hard hehe. They won't back down either!
They think you're very pretty, like the bunny in the picture đť. Hehe cute.
They might call you princess a lot, or other cute little pet names. They feel very affectionate, they have a lot of love to give! This person isn't someone to be scared of, they do care about you! It's not all about lust, there's love here as well as admiration! They do adore you!
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How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have
Danny was waiting when Dick came home. "Welcome home, Dick."
He runned the back of his neck nervously, slipping the window closed behind him. "Hey, Danny."
There was a long moment of silence, Dick standing in front of the closed window and Danny sitting on the couch. Danny took a sip of the tea he was holding before setting the mug down on the coffee table with a click. "So," he leveled a small glare at the vigilante, "you gonna apologise to Tim?"
"Who?" Dick blinked.
"The kid you yelled at and then left standing in your apartment as you went out as Nightwing for exactly two hours, fifteen minutes, and twenty-two seconds longer than your new schedule allows."
He cringed back. "Listen, kid-"
"No, you're listening to me, so shut up and sit down." He did, dropping right to the floor. "I don't know what the hell happened between you and Batman, but you don't get to take it out on the people around you, especially not the kid that just trying to help."
"Dan-"
"What did I just say?" He sighed. "Look. I get it. You're grieving, both you and Batman are, but that doesn't excuse your behavior. It doesn't excuse Batman's behavior, either, so don't think that's what I'm saying."
Dick carefully pulled his domino mask off. "What do you want me to do?"
"Several things." Danny stood and walked into the bathroom, coming back a few seconds later with Dick's first aid kit. "First, though, you're gonna let me patch you up. Then, you're gonna use my phone and apologise to Tim. After that, you eat and go to bed; You have work in a few hours."
Knowing he wasn't going to be getting out of this, Dick started to take his suit off. He slipped his arms out of the sleeves and let Danny treat the bruises on his arms and hands. Not much damage that night. He'd only encountered a few petty crimes so it had been quiet.
Without another word shared between them, Danny left to put the first aid kit away before making a quick snack for Dick while he went to change. It'd only been about a week, but they'd fallen into an easy routine.
Dick was quick to change and eat, falling asleep nearly ten minutes after he laid down.
***
Danny made sure Dick was asleep before he left the apartment as Phantom. He'd learned, during his two weeks of not-stalking, that a some criminals hung back until Nightwing had turned in before they came out to play. Phantom was going out for an extra two hours each night to remedy this. Though, he made sure no one ever spotted him before or after he knocked people out. Invisibility was hand like that.
Sure, he didn't have all that much experience as a vigilante, but he'd been traveling for four weeks before stopping. The first lesson he learned was that he needed to learn fast. He was wasn't a genius like the rest of his family, but he picked up on things really fast. Fighting had been one of those things. Though, the lessons from his mom when he was a kid also helped a lot.
Staying invisible was easy, so was intangibility and flight. The three together made stealth easier than if he didn't have them. Though, he did make sure to practice his stealth without them, too. Being caught unawares or without his powers would be disastrous and he was going to do everything he could to mitigate the risk.
Blockbuster, Phantom had learned, was the reason Dick had stayed in Bludhaven. He was also the ringleader of the organised crime in the city. Apparently, he's the second of the Blockbuster name? The giant of a man had his hands everywhere; The Bludhaven Police, as well as the underbellies of New York, Metropolis, and Gotham. With eyes and ears everywhere, not a lot got passed him, which is likely why Nightwing was having trouble getting the crime rates down. So, Danny Phantom was going to help.
He'd heard the name Oracle from both Nightwing and Blockbuster's goons, so Phantom assumed whoever that was was on his side. Unluckily, though, they were now a target. He just needed to get a hold of them without letting them find him.
Phantom had heard the information from several goons since he'd started going out, but he didn't know if Nightwing knew or not. Though, he didn't know how to pass on the information. How could he tell Dick what he knows without letting slip that he'd been going out? Dick would call him a hypocrite and would fall back into his passively suicidal schedule. Danny's not a hypocrite! He just runs on a separate schedule. A schedule that Dick might not like, but one that works for Danny.
The intel Phantom was working with tonight was about some of Dick's coworkers. He knew the corruption in the Bludhaven and Gotham City Police Departments ran thick and deep, so he wasn't really surprised to find out that Detective Soames and Chief Redhorn ran with the less than pleasant people that made their homes and bases in Bludhaven.
Dick knew this, too, which is why he became an officer in the first place.
According to the goons Phantom had spied on, Detective Soames was involved in a drug ring that was doing deliveries tonight. It was timed to be after Nightwing had turned in for the night so that he wouldn't be able to bust it. It was a smart move on the ringleader's part, to have his goons out only after Nightwing was done for the night.
That was the next thing he was going to have to work on with Nightwing. He couldn't have a discernible pattern without someone with him to cover. Honestly, Batman should know better, too. Maybe he'll pass it on to Tim?
While on the road, Danny had learned that his powers were still developing. One of which was a kind of sixth sense. It worked somewhere between hearing and a spider's ability to feel vibrations in the air and webs. He didn't know is reach on it yet, but he was able to cover half of Bludhaven from where the ability currently sat, so he was going to work with that limit for now.
The warehouse he was staking out was where he'd heard goons talk about for nearly a week. They had been careless, assuming that there was no one out to catch them, but it worked in Phantom's favor. It was mostly empty, save for a few homeless squatters looking for some shelter, and was otherwise undisturbed.
Phantom didn't believe it for a second.
He was also going to laugh in Tim's face if the goons in Bludhaven were smarter than the goons in Gotham.
Right on time, just as the clock turned over into the Witching Hour, the homeless people sheltered in the warehouse stood up and met in the center of the building. Together, and armed, they waited for exactly five minutes. Then, the back doors to the building opened and Detective Soames walsted in.
"Gentlemen," the detective greeted with a sneer, "Lady. Do you have what I came here for?"
"Do we look like idiots?" the lady of the group scoffed, "Of course we have it."
"Well, I don't see it," Soames frowned, "Where is it?"
The dirty blond to the woman's right was the next to speak. "Hidden in the walls."
Soames' frown deepened into a scowl. "The hell is it in there for?"
The only other person of the group, a brown haired man, said, "There's rumors goin' 'round about a Spook. Comes out when Nightwing turns in."
Well, well, well. Looks like Phantom's gaining a reputation.
"You believe in ghost stories now?" Detective Soames sneered, "Get my delivery, now."
The three scuttled off the the wall just under where Phantom was hiding in the rafters. He timed ten minutes before they walked back upto Soames with two bricks of cocaine each.
"You're short."
"This is the agreed upon amount." the lady argued.
Soames' expression twisted into something cruel. "Did I forget to tell you? Tsk. Shame." In a quick and fluid movement, he whipped a pistol from his inner pocket and shot the woman and then the blond. He picked up the bricks, tucking them under his arm before taking the last two from the brunet. "I cannot build an empire without a few casualties, right?"
The man gulped, eyeing the gun. "Y-yes, sir."
Soames hummed. "The sands of Egypt were dyed red with blood. The roads of Rome are the same." He turned away from the man. "Twelve bricks in two weeks. You'll have a location shortly."
Phantom watched the detective leave with a frown. So that was the deal, huh? He didn't know too much about Bludhaven's criminals yet, but he was fairly certain that a man like Blockbuster won't like someone trying this shit under his nose.
He was quick to leave the warehouse after that, doing a quick loop of the city - focused mostly on Sin Central and The Spine - before flying back to Dick's apartment. He wrote down everything from the night, complete with drawings of everyone of note that he saw. He'd pass it to Nightwing as soon as he needed to. For now, though, it remained his cases alone.
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: ĚĚâ IMAGINE
: ĚĚâ Almost Lost You
things have been frosty between the two of you for some time, but when everything turns upside down, is charles really willing to lose you as a result of it all?
: ĚĚâ Dating A-Z Headcanon
: ĚĚâ My Hero
when your heel breaks, you donât quite know what to, luckily for you, charles is there to save the day
: ĚĚâ One More Won't Hurt, Right?
watching your family at the paddock gives charles all the feels
: ĚĚâ Everyone's Favourite LeClerc
he was used to being the leclerc on everybody's lips, but when you take your daughter to visit the paddock it turns out charles might not be the favourite that he thought he was
: ĚĚâ Bracelet Making
to prepare for the concert you're busy making friendship bracelets to swap, only for charles to suddenly decide he wants to join you too
: ĚĚâ âBrake! Brake! Brake!â
putting you in the simulator was supposed to be a bit of fun for charles, but not even he could prepare himself for the terror of being spectator to this
: ĚĚâ Study Hard
as proud as he is as you near the end of your degree, charles canât help but worry about the levels youâre pushing yourself to in order to achieve it
: ĚĚâ Shaving Practice
as you reluctantly say goodbye to charlesâ beard, he finds himself wanting a helping hand in order to get rid of it
: ĚĚâ Engaged, When?
with all your friends settling down around you, you canât help but feel like you and charles are slipping away from everyone else
: ĚĚâ Leo's Little Love
the birth of your daughter was supposed to be the happiest moment for you and charles, but both of you forgot about leo too
: ĚĚâ The Never Ending Night
as your best friend arthurâs party comes to an end, youâre left with his brother charles together, wondering what could be
: ĚĚâ Uncle Charles?
for the first time charles feels as if heâs part of your family, all thanks to your car obsessed niece
: ĚĚâ Unexpected Pregnancy
your heart sinks as the positive sign appears, terrified to tell charles your unexpected news
: ĚĚâ Is Leo Number One?
you shouldnât be jealous of a dog, right? but somehow charles just canât help it
: ĚĚâ SMAU
: ĚĚâ Ferrari At Heart
as your interest in f1 grows, so does your interest in a certain ferrari driver
: ĚĚâ Living With The LeClercs
 take a peek into the life of the leclerc family and see what they get up to
: ĚĚâ The Chosen One
as part of the f1 media team you get to meet a lot of the drivers, however thereâs one driver who seems to take an extra special liking to you
: ĚĚâ The Littlest Surprise
when your lack of presence around the paddock is noted, fans start to speculate. little do they know the real reason for your disappearanceâŚ
: ĚĚâ Soft Launch
follow along to see the journey of charlesâ soft launch to reveal your relationshipâŚ
: ĚĚâ Just A Ski "Inchident"
a chaotic trip to the ski slopes was never going to end seamlessly, was it?? âˇď¸
: ĚĚâ A Decade Of Love
as you and charles celebrate ten years together, take a look at a snapshot of your social media for each one of those years
: ĚĚâ Fred's Baby Girl
after being photographed looking more than comfortable, the fans soon learn that fred isnât the only vasseur that charles is fond ofâŚ
: ĚĚâ My Little Graduate
as you prepare to wave goodbye to your student days, charles is there to celebrate your new role
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Yâknow what would be hilarious?
Ace does not give Zoro a shovel talk. He watches, and he observes, and in the end he decides that that poor dumb swordsman is so clearly whipped for his idiot little brother that drawing attention to it would be cruel. Luffy can look after himself anyway, and honestly? His whole crew seem pretty protective of him. Heâs made good friends. If he and Zoro ever somehow do get their shit together, Ace will be happy for them.
Sabo does not give Zoro a shovel talk. Heâs been gone for so long, and by the time heâs back in Luffyâs life Luffy and Zoro have already been an item for a while. As much as he wants to stand menacingly at Luffyâs shoulder and demand that Zoro have him home by ten, itâs too late for that. He doesnât need to threaten Zoro anyway; the guy is obviously gone for Luffy, and if he DOES make Luffy cry, Sabo will just kill him. No need for the build-up.
Garp does not give Zoro a shovel talk. Or at least, not in so many words. The man does seem to take extra pleasure in beating Zoro up whenever they cross paths, but itâs unclear if thatâs actually happening or if itâs just in Zoroâs head. If Garp brings up their relationship at all, Luffy doesnât say, and Zoro doesnât ask.
Dragon does not give Zoro a shovel talk. He stands in a shadowy corner and stares at Zoro very intensely for a very long time, and then he silently walks away without Zoro ever even knowing he was there.
Shanks does not give Zoro a shovel talk. He just slaps him on the back of the head, hands him a beer, and wishes him good luck. Then he tears up when Luffy asks him to be at the wedding.
Dadan does not give Zoro a shovel talk. Why should she care about who that brat shacks up with? Ignore that sheâs cleaning her guns threateningly on the table. Sheâs a bandit. They do things like that. She does not care at all that Luffy is dating Zoro, and if Zoro breaks his heart then thatâs Luffyâs own fault for falling for some roguish swordsman. None of her business.
Makino⌠Makino gives Zoro a shovel talk. Plz imagine Makino smiling sweetly and coming to stand in front of Zoro while he's sitting so that they're eye level. Plz imagine Makino looming menacingly over Zoro. Plz imagine Zoro letting her do that. Plz imagine the Staw Hats all watching as The King Of Hell falls all over himself to âyes maâamâ and âno maâamâ and âright away maâamâ this tiny non-combatant with zero fighting skill or experience.
Plz imagine Luffy just nodding approvingly. Thatâs Makino! Of course you have to respect Makino! Sheâs Makino!
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SLEEPTALKINâ
⼠synopsis : 3 times chris heard you talking in your sleep
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 by the time chris and his brothers came back from filming, you were already asleep. chris came in the room quietly, shuffling out of his uggs and tugging his shirt over his head. he was beyond ready to just lay down with his girl, he and nick had argued which already annoyed chris, but matt had just egged it on and annoyed him even more.
putting his thoughts to the side, chris lifts up his comforter and crawls in bed with you, wrapping an arm around you as you lay on your stomach. he hears your mumble something unintelligible, making him hum and press a kiss to your cheek. chris shuffles his phone out from his pocket, planning to do a bit of scrolling on tiktok or instagram, whatever gets him tired faster.
  after about ten minutes, chris' eyes were drooping and he was fighting to keep them open. he rolled onto his other side to put his phone down, and when he rolls back over, so do you. you turn over so abruptly your hand flies out and accidentally backhands him. chris opened his mouth to make a snarky comment, but paused when he heard you mumble something.
  "chrissy...?"
  it was barely a whisper, but it makes chris move the arm that was resting on his face back to a comfortable position and whisper back to you. "im right here ma, im right here," he whispers it into your hair, pressing a kiss there after.
  you hum in content, still in a deep sleep. chris leans over once more to make sure youre still sleeping before tucking into your back and going to sleep himself.
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you had been sick for the past three days, the bug that had spread through your friends ended up getting you too. and after throwing up your breakfast, you practically begged chris to just get back in bed and nap with you, too tired to stick to the plans you had for the day.
that had been over an hour ago, and chris was still wide awake as you slept on him, not that he was complaining. despite your sickness and willingness to sleep all day, just laying down with you while you napped was good enough for chris.
you beginning to mumble something snapped chris out of his trance, allowing him to listen to what you were saying.
âlove you, chrissy..â
you mumble, curling into your boyfriend a little more. this caused chris to brush your hair from your face and press a kiss to your head before returning the sentiment.
âlove you too ma, get some restâ
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you had decided to sleep in chrisâ room as he filmed a fortnite video, which proved to be a mistake as he was extremely loud. you expected him to tone it down a little since you were in there, but he had apparently forgotten all about you.
it wasnt until he got up to take a bathroom break that he saw you under the covers, eyebrows furrowed as you had a frown on your face. guilt washed over him, and despite the fact you were a heavy sleeper, he knew his noise was affecting your dreams, which in turn affected the quality of sleep you got.
once be had used the bathroom, chris came out and knelt on your side of the bed, planning on soothing the frustration on your face before going back to filming.
he rubbed your cheek, which normally eased the tension on your face but it hadnât this time. he barely caught your mumbles over the new sound of his brothers calling his name loudly through the call, but he managed.
âstop beinâ.. so loud chrisâ
you grumble, obviously still sleeping as a light snore followed your words. chris frowned, pressing a kiss on the bridge of your nose before replying.
âsorry ma, gonna be more quietâ he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before returning to his gaming setup. this time around, chris was 110% more focused on his noise level and how rowdy he got, not wanting to actually wake up his girl.
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SVSSS AU set post-canon, the peak lords are having a meeting, business as usual, right up until a heavenly official manifests smack dab in the middle of it. Said official takes one look around, spots Shang Qinghua, and basically falls into a perfect kowtow in front of him while being a level of distraughtly sticky that would make Luo Binghe proud.
"Your excellency, we know you wanted to oversee this section of history, we know it's your holiday, but we need you back, please, no one can figure out your filing system-!!!"
There is an absolutely reasonable amount of pandemonium from ten of the remaining peak lords, Shen Yuan is feigning indifference while also paying razor-edged attention because 'dammit, Airplane, what did you do now', and Shang Qinghua is desperately trying to figure out how to get this god to stop crying and hugging his ankles while babbling about paperwork. Once everyone has calmed down enough, it's revealed that Shang Qinghua, on top of being Shang Qinghua, really is the creator-god of this world and his current human incarnation is the equivalent of a sabbatical to watch some really interesting current events.
Now, the thing is? Airplane is still very much Airplane, all that's true. The part where it gets complicated is that he really is also this world's creator-god, divine powers and all, and he arrived much earlier than the 40+ years ago he thought he had. He has, in fact, been here for most of the world's history, managing the logistics of things to keep them running relatively smoothly the whole time. Except then he realized, "Hey, we're getting close to the era of the Plot, I wanna see that and maybe fix it some!" So he sealed his own memories from between his death and his arrival in this world and incarnated himself as Shang Qinghua specifically so he'd get a chance to meet his favorite character.
The real kicker is, the System? Yeah, there's a reason it has such a modern-tech interface and sounds so Google translate and stuff.
Because Airplane made that, too. Primarily because, while it's been awhile and he doesn't fully remember how he was as a human, he does remember his tendencies to try and wriggle out of stuff, and even now he prefers a comfy life with a not unreasonable amount of delegation, so he decided to give himself a little something to keep himself on-task.
He did not mean to make the damn thing so mean, that was an oops on his part.
While Airplane is reeling with all the headache that is gaining a few thousand extra years of memories while still remaining primarily himself, one of the peak lords asks if the official is certain they have the right person.
They get a derisive sneer for their efforts. "Of course it's his excellency, you think a normal man could run the logistics for a great sect, the Northern realm, and a portion of the Demon Emperor's court, even without having a writing career and social life on the side? Besides, he's the only one we've found who takes notes in his excellency's secret language." And they point dramatically to where Airplane's scribbled some pinyin in the margins of his paperwork.
Airplane can feel Cumcumber-bro's judgement from across the room. On the plus side, his memories of being a god included how to power down the System, so that's something at least, right?
Right?
...
...he needs to go stick his face in his king's chest and cry for a little, he can just feel his workload increasing...
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