#needless to say it fucking ruled

[adriartts]

more side character designs now to the tune of the Kil sisters

[archaeopteryxcircus]

Here's a drawing based on what happened in a dnd session with my character.

[novvabee]

Poly!marauders bedroom thoughts

Ok so just like my poly!jegulily post a little while ago, here are my poly!marauders bedroom thoughts, here goes nothing. needless to say MDNI

I think that the dynamic would be something like dom!remus, switch!sirius, sub leaning switch!james

Ok so Remus is in charge. Full stop. There is no fighting it. He is incredibly dominant in a soft and quiet way. I feel that he is like #1 in charge and if you are more on the dominant side, he would let you think you were in charge or on the same level as him, but that's not the reality. No matter how much you may think you are dominating him, you are really just playing into his game. The most he will allow is you on top and let you think that you have all the power and control, but he’s really just waiting to either flip you when you’re least expecting it and continue fucking you, or just grab your hips and fuck up into you, turning you completely into putty in his hands. Now, if you’re more submissive, then he would expect you to follow his orders and rules to a t. He doesn't need another brat to take care of, he already has Sirius. With Sirius, he tests Remus’s authority non stop and believes that he is the most dominant one in the relationship, and Remus allows him to think this, until he has to put him in his place. I feel like either way, Remus would love to praise you saying things like; “good girl, doing so good for all of us.” “Oh baby, you take such good care of our Jamie” “you look so pretty when you’re sucking/fucking/riding ___”. He enjoys watching, sitting back and letting it all play out, then fucking you last so that all you can remember is him.

Sirius is mostly only submissive to Remus, and he still challenges everything he says. If you’re on the dominant side, you and Sirius would have a power struggle , not only in bed, but all throughout the day. You can bet that he would not listen to a word you said, especially when you try to take control. If you think he gives Remus grief, he gives you twice as much, you can either put him in his place, or you can bat your lashes in Remus’s direction and he’ll do it for you. Now, if you're submissive, I still don’t think he’d be entirely nice. He is either trying to coerce you into not listening to Remus like him, or he is jealous of the attention that Remus gives you, so he would find any reason to prove you're not the good girl Remus thinks you are. Sirius would love fucking you while Remus is fucking him, that is his perfect balance of being in control and having no control. While Remus is into praising you, Sirius is the exact opposite, loving to degrade you. Nothing  super mean or anything just little snide remarks like: “C’mon baby I know you have more in you than that” “Ugh, Jamie does a much better job at this, maybe I should just ask him instead” “Remus says you’re a good girl but, I’m not so convinced”.

Now James, again, is just happy to be there lmao. He is much less dominant than Remus and Sirius, but he can definitely hold his own if he needs to. James loves having all of the attention on him, so if you are dominant, he adores when all three of you use him. He definitely is a great listener and a pleaser if ya know what I mean. I said this in my last bedroom thoughts post but… he definitely cums from eating you out, and you love it, because it is like an added bonus, his tongue is amazing, and he doesn’t cum when he is sucking Remus or Sirius, only for you. And you absolutely flaunt that to Remus and Sirius. Now I feel like even though he is a little more subby, that does not mean that he doesn't have his moments of needing to fuck you how he wants. So, if you are submissive, this is perfect, he would take charge while Sirius and Remus watch, not getting to witness this side of James very often. Even if you were submissive, he would still slip back into his own submissive ways, but that is perfectly fine with Remus and Sirius, then they each just get one of you to fuck and you and James are in it together. James is generally super vocal and whiney, and it is heavenly. He doesn’t say much, just moans and whines and occasionally begs. He loves when you're on top, but unlike Remus, he loves to give you all the control and would go feral if you decided to wrap your hand around his throat.

[dicksapointed]

𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑬𝑫𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑬𝑵- !

𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 !! 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴.

HEESEUNG felt all too giddy with you in the same bed as him. he couldn’t help but sneak glances and looks here and there, especially when the moon cascaded over your little body compared to his. you barely took up half the bed in comparison to him, and don’t get him started on those short shorts and tank top that did horrible jobs at hiding your modesty. by one am, your legs are thrown over the creases of his elbows, his name rolling off your tongue like a mantra as your shorts dangled just over his shoulder. he couldn’t keep his desires at bay.

SUNGHOON acted tough like sharing a bed with you was no big deal, but on the inside it was an internal battle for him not to pop a boner. that stupid moomoo you wore that accentuated your breasts and ass definitely didn’t help keep one from forming in his sweats. he promised to keep it PG tonight but when you slid into bed besides him, smelling like a fresh sweet cake he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you until your moomoo was somewhere over the clouds, your chest and throat covered in hickies he’d have to explain tomorrow.

JAY was decently good at keeping his composure. he had shared a bed with you numerous times, but this time it was different because this time you were his. with your ass pressed to his pelvis, his hand underneath your top, gently fondling your right breast he tried to lull off to sleep. but your whiny moans and twitching ultimately ruined all the composure he had. flipping you onto your stomach, he mounted from behind, tearing your shorts and panties off in a slick motion for better access. the others wouldn’t let you two share a room anymore because they got no sleep with how loud you were.

JAKE purposefully made sure every trip that you two ended up together, if that meant bribing everyone with lots of money so they’d willingly book a hotel with one less room for everyone. Jake would sadly break the news to you, pouting to really add to the bit. in the end, it worked in his favor because you’d be straddling him that night, his hair between your fingers as you rode him like your life depended on it. Jungwon would end up banging on the door, asking you two to kindly “shut the fuck up.”

SUNOO was nervous every time you had to bunk with him. he’d go the extra mile to make sure you were comfortable, he wouldn’t even sleep without socks. one night, all of that flew right out of the open window when you cuddled up to him, tucking your face into his collarbone. your soft whimpers of enjoyment fueled something inside of him, he tapped your back gently. it was nothing but fireworks from that night on, blissful orgasms that made both of you see stars and shake violently against one another.

JUNGWON being the leader it was only right that he let you bunk with him. he had a set of rules that seemed to go right through the floor when you came back from a steamy shower with dewy skin and a nighty that hugged your body in all the right places. you asked him if this was alright for his “rules”, whilst smoothing your hands down your body. he sucked in a deep breath, looking towards the door before ultimately deciding whether or not he wanted to be ridiculed in the morning. needless to say, after an eventful, blissful night with Jungwon, that nighty was ripped to shreds and he had to explain what all those weird sounds were last night.

NI-KI put his cold feet up the back of your shirt and kicked you off the bed with both very large feet.

K BYE!!

actually, before i leave i wanted to say thanks for all the reblogs and likes!!! i really appreciate whomever likes and blogs, thanks a ton! and please if you feel comfortable (AND 18+ because i’m not playing) leave some requests of what you wanna see and what member !! besides ni-ki <3

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Can't Stand It, Backhanded

SSA Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

Summary: Reader and Hotch have never gotten along. When they are paired together for a mission, things come unraveled.

CW: SMUT, soft dom!Hotch, flirt!reader, enemies to lovers, hate sex, car sex, degradation, choking, fingering, tit play, p in v, creampie

a/n: ugh, this gif of thomas gets me flustered every single time. i dont care how much older he is than me, i just need one night alone with him and its over

title track 🎶❤️‍🔥

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Silence. Looming heavily over the SUV you rode in. Staring forward, not daring to look over at your driver.

Aaron Hotchner. Your boss. Leader of your Team at the BAU. Stern and meticulous. Not the kind for joking or bending the rules. Doing what has to be done to solve a case.

Needless to say, the two of you did not exactly get along.

From the moment you had been brought onto the team, there was a certain disdain he had for you. Eyes constantly lasered into you. Tending to be short when he spoke to you. Not fond of the way you often flirted with your coworkers. Even though he did not say a word when Penelope and Derek did the same thing back and forth. Refusing to give you the same opportunities to show your worth that he gave the others.

Now here you were. Alone with him in the passenger seat of one of the FBI’s vehicles. Hushed as tension suffocated you. Hiding any noise that your body would normally make from fear of making things more uncomfortable. Being separated from the rest of your Team, placed in ‘strategic groups’ that Rossi had come up with. Neither of you were happy, but you had been the final two left at the end of David’s list.

Finally, you worked up the courage to look over at him. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel, one finger picking at the faux leather. Dark, oaky eyes met your glance. Lips pierced tightly together in annoyance.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you sighed, resting your cheek against your palm. Looking up at the passing stars of the night sky.

Recollecting the first time things had gotten awkward between you.

“I mean… yeah, he’s hot. But does he have to be such a hard ass all the time?” you joked with your hands tucked behind your head, sitting center of the bullpen with all your female teammates.

“Hot?!” Emily snorted out a laugh.

“Yes! He’s got that newly divorced dad look to him. Have you had your eyes checked, Em?”

“I think this one is just you, doll,” Penelope giggled, chewing on the tip of her pen.

All of you had congregated discussing some details of the new case. Derailing into a trivial discussion of fuck, marry, kill with your male teammates being the subjects.

“There has to be a reason he’s divorced, right? Haley wouldn’t have put up with it that long unless the sex was good,” you snickered.

“Oh, Jesus,” J.J. laughed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Look, I get it. Derek’s fine as hell, too. But Hotch is clearly the superior choice,” you gloated until you noticed how silent they all grew. Refusing to look in your general direction. A cold chill ran down your spine. Straightening your posture and turning slowly to look over your shoulder. Coughing as you faced him, cheeks heating up with pure embarrassment.

“Superior choice for what exactly?” His expression was rooted in anger. Knowing deep down he had overheard every single word. Testing you. Simply asking to see if you would slip up. Seeing if you were willing to lie to him. You swallowed the non-existent spit in your mouth.

“Oh! Sup-Superior choice as our Team Leader, of course. Since Strauss has been breathing down your neck and all, I was just saying— y’know that I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else, Hotch, sir,” you vomited out your excuse. Realizing how unintentionally condescending you sounded. Having a staring contest with him, taking a smile that hurt your cheeks to maintain.

“Get back to work,” Hotch stated dryly, walking off to his office.

Hotch had never looked at you the same since. Unlike his prior disdain, this one was deeply rooted in him. Making sure you knew it just by the way his eyes expressed when they saw you. Teeth bared anytime you would dare question his plans. Or even give a look that said you did not fully agree with the plan of action. He despised your very being, that’s how it seemed based off how he treated you. So when moments like this came up, you tried your hardest to ignore him and remain as professional as possible.

Your attention was back on him when he took a turn off the path. Going down into some pull-off area for travelers. Abandoned, or at least not properly kept up.

“Wh… What are we doing here?”

Hotch stayed silent, putting the SUV in park. Unbuckling and beginning to exit when you called out of him once again, “Hotch—?

“I have to take a piss. Do you want to come along question me on that too?” he growled at you. Hitting a nerve inside you that had been previously untouched. Slamming the door behind him. The nail in the coffin.

“What is your problem with me?”

Following behind him outside the vehicle. Stoic expression glanced towards you. Jaw locked and nostrils flared. Lips knitted tightly together as his eyes scanned down your figure. Noticing how your arms held onto one another. Knowing this was out of character for you. Willing to questions others, but hating confrontation. Eyes dark when they met yours once again.

“My problem with you?” a hint of mockery under his monotone voice.

“Yes! All I’ve ever wanted was to feel like a part of this team. I want to know why you’re so cold and cruel with me,” you gritted your teeth together, brows furrowed as you begged for an explanation.

“Get back inside.”

“No.”

“I am still your superior—“

“Then why don’t you act like it? You don’t like that I’m flirtatious? Reprimand me. You don’t like something I said? Tell me that. If I’m doing something that is upsetting you this badly, I need you to tell me. So I can fix it. I try so hard to please you, but I need you to tell me what you want. Or… just kick me off the team. Something— Anything—“

Suddenly his hands were wrapped around your wrists. Pinned to the side of the SUV you had arrived in. Arms bent beside your head, Hotch becoming nose-to-nose with you. Eyes flying open as your mouth ran dry. Throat tightening as you scanned his eyes for an answer to what was happening. Shaky breaths falling from you as your body panicked softly. Heart racing against your eardrums.

“You sure do have a funny way of trying to please me. Openly flirting with every single male coworker you have? Joking with your teammates about how much of a ‘hard ass’ I am? Making some stupid joke about my ex-wife? And then, you have the nerve to mock my authority? Sure doesn’t seem like it is one of your priorities,” Hotch breathed down your throat. Bruising strength holding your wrists. Eyebrows arched as he bared his teeth at you with each word.

Your eyebrows upturned as you tried to form a rebuttal.

“You are nothing but a constant buzz in my ear. A reminder that my leadership is nothing but a suggestion in your mind. Undermining me at every convenience. Can you not just accept that I am your boss. Your leader. Someone you are supposed to respect and obey," Hotch closed in on your face. Shoulders heaving with each deep breath he took.

You were frozen. Speechless. Throat tighter than it had ever been before. A soft shake to your hands. Glossy eyes looked around his face. Vein on his head poking out, skin pinched tightly between his brows.

"You were the best agent for the job. That is why I hired you. Perfect scores, perfect performance. Yet, you are nothing like your application would've suggested. More concerned with trivial nonsense. Like some idiotic game where you decide whether or not you would sleep with me. Or if I have some made-up problem with you," Hotch scoffed in your face. His breath hot as it fanned along your skin.

Lying to yourself about the way your insides quivered with his hands on you. Breathing rapidly as you held his gaze. Legs feeling like jelly as arousal pool between them. The smell of his aftershave mixing in not helping. His demanding, deep tone had your face flushed. You swallowed hard, refusing to speak. Scared to upset him further. Scared to disappoint him more than you had. Wanting nothing more than his approval.

"At least I made your list," Hotch smirked, voice sultry as his lips inched closer to yours.

"W-What?"

"That childish game all of you were playing. You said I was your choice, right?"

You shyly nodded. Confused by the sudden change in demeanor. Almost like he was teasing you now. Clearly aware of the effect he had on your body.

And then his lips were on yours. Hungry as they captured you in a feverish kiss. Melting into his front as he pressed his body into yours. Shocked by his straight-forwardness. Trailing his lips down to your throat. Teeth grazing against your pulse. Causing you to shiver with a soft sigh. Feeling how his mouth morphed into a grin. Doeing your eyes at him as he pulled away. Dark locks falling over his forehead.

"Get in the backseat," Hotch commanded. Hands fiddling with his tie as it grew suddenly tight around his throat.

Without hesitation, you obliged. Opening the door and crawling into the spacious backseat. Legs spread awkwardly as you back into the other side up against the door. Watching Hotch roll up his sleeves as his tie hung loosely around his collar. Closing the door behind him as he joined you. Anxiety pooling in your core as he crawled on top of you. Hand coming up to cup your cheek. Lips attaching to yours once more, somehow hungrier than before.

Your arms draped over his shoulders, hands splaying against his broad back. Lapping into your mouth as his hands roamed your body. Pinching your hardening nipple through the fabric on your chest. Aggressively undoing the buttons along your torso to give himself better access. Exploring the soft skin of your belly, creeping their way up to the clasp of your bra.

“Hotch—“

“Aaron,” he corrected, “I want you to call me Aaron.”

“Aaron,” it sounded sensual coming from you in this situation, “What are we doing?”

Silencing your question with another kiss. Hands guiding your back against the cold leather of the seats. His large chest hovering over you, tie tickling your exposed skin. Cups of your bra loosened when he undid the clasp. Being folded down by Hotch. Smirking at your already hardened nipples.

Your own hands ghosted up his torso. Pinching at the top button. Hotch’s hand quick to grab yours, squeezing tightly to stun it. Squeaking at his surprising strength. Opting to not fight him, liking him controlling the situation more.

“What are you doing?”

“I just wanted to feel you,” you admitted meekly. Trying to keep up your puppy dog eyes.

“Ask.”

“Aaron,” you breathed out, “May I?” Finger tips tapping along his button line. Pushing yourself up to kiss his throat. Featherlight pressure as you decorated him. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment. Analyzing you.

Large palm rested against your throat. Pushing you flat against the seat once again. Gagging softly at the pressure. Eyes wide as they looked up at him. Fingers squeezed your pulse, “Go ahead and unbutton my shirt, sweetheart.”

You did as you were told. His hand never leaving your throat as you strained to reach each button. Heart racing against his fingers as you softly struggled to maintain breath. Making sure to play into his game, doing exactly as you were told. His shirt hung loosely at his sides, tie barely in tact as it dangled above you.

Hotch’s thumb grazed over your bottom lip, never leaving your throat. He leaned down and pressed his lips right below your ear, “Tell me if I hurt you, okay?” His soft side still deeply intertwined into him. Never wanting to harm you, even when you did disobey.

Having a soft spot for you, hence the constant irritation. Confused and frustrated when your eyes would meet his causing his chest to twist. When you wore a tighter pair of pants or a low cut shirt, his cock would throb between his legs. Wanting to call you into his office and ravage you. He liked you. That was the problem.

You nodded. Realizing this behavior was a tactic to get you submissive. Wanting to dominate and feel like he had full control over you. It turned him on.

“Can I— touch your chest?” you choked.

“See? I knew you would catch on,” Hotch mocked, leaning down and kissing your lips, “You may.”

Your hands flattened against his bare chest. Softly petting the dark hair that danced down his chest. Particularly drawn to the bit of happy trail directly above his belt buckle. Fingertips daring to dip below the waistband. Earning a muffled groan from Hotch.

“Watch it,” he reprimanded, voice husky and dark.

Hotch's hands undid your zipper, lifting your waist and pulling your pants down your legs. Leaning back and releasing one leg fully, fabric pooling at the bottom of your other. Large, muscular hands felt up your thighs. Staring intently at your thin, lacy panties. Noting that the fabric matched your bra. Feeling overtly exposed before your leader. Breasts on full display along with your soaking core being hidden away by the night sky.

Large finger sliding up your clothed slit, brows jumping in surprise. "You're already so wet," Hotch grinned, smugness on his expression, "Do I really turn you on that much, Agent?"

A sharp breath escaped your lungs as his lips hovered over your chest. Words hot as they cascaded down your nudity. Using your title as a way of toying with you. Knowing it would resonate between your legs.

"Mmhmp," you mumbled as his lips attached to your nipple. Licking and sucking the bud, one of his hands circling your entrance. Pushing the soft fabric into your hole, soaking it further with your arousal. Moaning and squirming below him. Knot tightening in your lower stomach. Eyes squinted shut as your nails dug into his back. Muscles tight against your scratches.

Hotch pushed your panties to the side, sliding two fingers into your cunt. You called out to him loudly, walls clinching around him at the sudden entry. Back arching into his touch. Curling his thick digits against your spongy insides. A certain cockiness overtook his brow, perfect teeth reflecting the moonlight through the mostly tinted window.

"Such a whore. Letting me finger fuck you while we're on a case. What would all our friends say?" his voice was barely above a whisper. Taken over by his own lust for you. Breathing heavier when he felt his cock pulse between his legs.

A pathetic whimper was all you could give him in return.

God, he knew how to use his fingers. Coaxing you to your orgasm faster than ever before. Walls sputtering as if asking him permission. The voice in the back of your mind telling you to ask him. Knowing there was a good chance he would be angry if you gave in without him telling you.

"Aaron—"

"You better not. Not until I say you can. You hear me? Be a good girl and wait for me," Hotch growled, quickening his fingers inside you. Thumb circling your clit perfectly. You whined and tried to buck away from his touch. If things kept up, you would not be able to control yourself. Focusing all your efforts into not coming undone. Looking up and catching his eyes, sweat beamed down his brow. Breathing heavily as his fingers caressed your walls.

Your breath quickened. Breasts shaking as your lungs fought for air. Hotch could tell how close you were. Desperately wanting to make you scream his name, but knowing he only had time to get one out of you before the Team would get worried. Needing it to be around his cock.

So he stopped. Removing his fingers from you faster than they had entered. Eliciting a whine of discomfort from you. Unhappy eyes pleading up at him as your mouth hung open. Panting like a dog. Weak hands reaching out for him momentarily, falling flat at your sides. You pouted with glossy eyes.

Hotch palmed himself through his pants as he stared down at your worked body. Swearing he had never seen you so beautiful. Longing for his touch to satisfy you. Quickly undoing his belt and freeing his aching member. Curving up toward his stomach as the tip leaked. Swollen and twitching. Thicker than you had imagined. You gawked at his length. Feeling how your body instinctively wanted to touch it.

You reached forward, Hotch stopped your hand. Brow quirked up as he looked down on you, "What's the rule?"

"Please, Aaron. I need it," you sounded pathetic. Craving his dick shoved deep inside you, but also curious of how it would feel in your hand. Wanting to see Hotch's face as you stroked him.

Your hooded eyes and soft frown broke his heart. Facade of dominance and control faltering for a moment. Never imagining a woman who was so strong in the field would be a whining, begging mess when he would touch her. Happily surprised.

"You want to touch it that bad?"

You shyly nodded.

His mouth curved, "Touch me."

You did as you were told. Wrapping your hand around his length. Biting your lip when it twitched against your touch. Smiling as his pre-cum beaded when you stroked up. Velvety skin bunching with each pump. Hotch's breath came out broken. Not having had someone else's hand on him in some time. Loving how perfectly your fingers gripped him. Not able to wait much longer.

Hotch leaned down to your level, pulling his cock away from your hand. Holding himself by the base and lining it up with your entrance. Pushing just the tip in first. Scanning your face for a reaction. Your eyes practically rolled back in your head, "Fuck, Aaron."

"Dirty mouth," he kissed your lips, sheathing himself fully inside you. You huffed and moaned when you felt his balls smack against your skin. Rhythm fast and hard in and out of you. Sloppy sounds filling the SUV.

"Y'r pussy's so tight," his voice came out strained. Calling out his name like a prayer over and over. Hotch took one of your hands in his, intertwining fingers with you above your head. More intimate than you had imagined he would be. Chest fluttering at the action.

A low buzz alerted you.

"A-Aaron," you whimpered, still drunk on his cock, "Your ph-phone."

Hotch glanced over at the middle console. Small screen on his phone illuminating the space. Grabbing it with his free hand. Pressing his finger to his lips before cupping his hand over your mouth. Shoving two fingers deep in your throat. Gagging silently around them.

"Hotch? Where are you guys?" Derek's voice could be heard from the small speaker of the flip-phone in his hand. Hotch rolled his hips into you once more as he spoke, "We blew a tire out on the drive up. Had to stop and get it patched."

Your eyes doed up at him. Gargling around his digits.

"Are you both okay?"

"Yes. We will be there soon, just go ahead and do things according to Rossi's plan," Hotch smirked down at you, his apathetic tone never fading even when he was balls deep inside you. Clicking off the phone and throwing it into the front seat. Pulling his fingers from your mouth. Admiring the way they glistened, placing them on your clit. Circling the aching nub. Coaxing a loud moan from you.

"If I had known you would sound this pretty with my dick in you, I would've fucked you already," Hotch cooed, teasing as he smirked.

"It's so good, Aaron," you whined, drunk on his cock.

"Then cum on it," Hotch's voiced dropped an octave. Eyes dark as they scanned over your body. Watching the way your thighs twitched and shivered. How hard your nipples still were. And how you tried so hard to hold eye contact with him.

You were under his control. Only his. The rest of the world disappeared from you both. High on bliss that both your bodies gave one another. Your stomach tightened. Knot so firm it was going to burst. Walls locking up as you held your breath.

"Aaron, can I?"

He chuckled in response. Cynical and humiliating. Unable to believe you still played by the rules when you were this fucked.

"Yes, sweetheart," Hotch tightened his grip on your hand.

His soft tone pushed you over the edge. Writhing below him as you convulsed around his thick cock. Sucking him further into you. Insides trying to get him to fill you up. You whined and moaned and squeaked. Hotch's name a repetitive gargle of noises. He never ceased his hips as they snapped into yours. Riding and prolonging the waves of orgasm throughout your cunt. Feeling himself approaching his own end.

"Can I cum in you?"

"Please."

A few more thrusts and his hips were flush with yours. Coating your sensitive walls with his seed. Sputtering his hips trying to keep giving you every last drop. Aftershock still present on you as you clinched each time he moved. Hotch remained inside you for a moment. Savoring how you felt now around his softening member. Infatuated by the way your skin shined with sweat.

Hotch pulled himself slowly out. The loss stinging. His lips were tender on yours now, his hand putting your panties back in place. Kissing you more romantically than he had all night. Soft, caring side of him showing now. His hand softly guided through your hair, petting you. His other still laced in your own.

You blinked your eyes open. Jaw still hung as you gasped. Smiling up at Hotch. Unsure of how you got in this situation, but not caring either. Happy to feel his weight on top of you. Musky smell filling the vehicle. He rested his head on your chest. Listening to your rapid heartbeat.

Your own phone buzzing in your pant pocket breaking you both away from your slice of heaven. A final kiss planting itself on your lips as Hotch helped you get redressed. Checking each other out to make sure you both looked the same as you had before. Both your cheeks glowing for one another.

You held Hotch's hand the rest of the silent car ride. Tension no longer in the air.

~~~

[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! Big fan of Hotch fucking on the clock because realistically he never would. BUT IMAGINE IF HE DID. Guess I imagined for us both *wink*. As always, if you want to be tagged in any future works, please let me know! Reblogs and Comments appreciated! //

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[gremlingottoosilly]

i recently went to the zoo and there was a cheetah who was bonded w this dog and i was imagining maybe monster!konig is in some sort of zoo/science lab thing and he gets bonded w kitten hybrid!reader!!

idk idk lolll i just could not stop thinking abt it

Staying in captivity as researchers are trying to understand how a simple ocean-type hybrid could grow so strong - how a normally pliable monster can be so aggressive and intelligent at the same time; scientists kinda treat him like their prized hound, a really nice and expensive possession they can do whatever they want with. They want to keep the subject happy and compliant with the research - but Konig dismissed any potential companion they brought to him before. Dismissed them violently, often killing poor fucker before the security could do anything. They dropped you in as a wild guess, a suggestion from one of the interns - if Konig gets insanely territorial when faced with hybrids of similar strengths and types, maybe he could do better with a therapy pet, something fluffy, small, and absolutely harmless. Needless to say, the intern was promoted after the first night Konig spent buried between your legs, fucking you for long enough that the whole lab would watch - and he didn't kill you by the end of the day. If anything, he bred you, properly and nicely. If anything, they have just found a way to make him less angry during the checkups - if they allow him to fuck you right before the research process, he would be...almost fine. Almost calm. He bonds with you easily - you're a cat hybrid, small thing, completely harmless. You could do some damage to humans with your claws and teeth, but Konig is off-limits, and you know this. He is fine with you biting and marking him - he searched such affection, he fucking adores it and wants you to do it more. Researchers think they finally found a key to him, that he is finally willing to participate in the experiments... Oh, they couldn't be more wrong. Once Konig gets a taste of how precious his mate is, he starts to think of why the hell he even supports these guys. Winds are changing - and monsters soon will be ruling the society. It's a good thing you already found yourself a protector, right?

[gay-dorito-dust]

Just some big three pjo things I think about.

Percy -the little shit- would absolutely utilise his ability of water to mess with you.

100%

If you leave a water bottle unopened, expect Percy to surge what little water was left inside to spray you when you’re going in for a drink. Leaving you soaked and glaring at the boy across the camp.

He thinks he’s funny but he’s really not.

You can’t even try to do this back to him as it usually results in it being thrown back in your face, literally as you’re reminded that this dude can walk into waist deep water, and miraculously come back as dry as he was before entering.

So needless to say you keep your water bottles tightly shut when you’re near Percy in case he’s feeling funny that day or has that certain gleam in his eye.

Percy can’t be trusted near uncapped water bottles, it’s a rule to never leave Percy near them or be within sight of any un opened water bottles.

Percy is not allowed to participate in watergun fights…for very obvious reasons and even if he does, the bastard had to be prohibited from using his powers at all during the watergun fights!

Everyone else in camp will be soaked and he would be dry as fuck, everyone calls it cheating but Percy calls it otherwise. Smug little twat.

Also don’t imagine Percy using the water out of an water bottle to douse you and when your chasing him, ready to kill him, his excuse is that ‘it’s a hot day in camp and I thought you could cool off a little!’ As if that was going to save him from the ass whooping your about to give him.

Nico has silent footsteps.

He can travel through shadows.

This is a recipe for disaster as he can easily scare you without having to try all that hard. And it’s the worst feeling ever.

He won’t know just how silent his footsteps are until you point it out to him or else he’ll think that he’s more than made his arrival known. (He absolutely didn’t)

Nico could emerge from the shadow nearby and walk up to you and casually say ‘hey’ and you’ll almost come out of your own skin when you realised the pale Italian in the aviator jacket next to you.

‘Fucking hell Nico’ you’d groan as you grasp your chest, trying to calm yourself down from the initial scare. ‘Warn me next time.’ You would add and Nico would only look at you as though you had grown a second head.

He had no clue what you were on about but would continue his day like he would any other, doing the same exact thing to other campers and getting the same exact reaction he got out of you too many times to be coincidental.

Even when he’s not shadow traveling, his footsteps are quite enough to have you believe that he had just appeared out of nowhere, and not walked the entirety of camp just to tell you something.

‘You’ve got to stop popping up out of nowhere.’ You tell him.

‘I’m not doing anything!’ He’d reply.

‘You’ve got silent footsteps Nico! Can’t hear shit when you’re creeping up on me, do you want me to die?’ You’d say and all of sudden everything made sense to Nico as to why everyone seemed to be unable to notice him until he was standing nearby.

‘Oh.’ He’d say. Does this change anything? No not really as Nico finds it funny to see people get scared. It’s made even funnier when on Halloween when everyone is done telling their scariest stories.

Jason tends to electric shock people, not on purpose, it just happens without warning.

I’m talking rubbing your hands on a carpet super fact and touching someone’s arm, or rubbing a balloon against yourself and watching in awe as it makes the hairs on your arms stick up.

However he didn’t need to rub his hands on a carpet to give someone an eclectic shock, he can just reach out to you and make it happen.

You could just be reaching for his hand and zap! You’ve been given an electric shock by Jason grace! You flinch back to rub your hand and Jason thought you were hurt and was already reaching out to you to help when-

You guessed it another electric shock happens.

It doesn’t hurt, you’re not in any pain but still you were being zapped at the end of the day.

Jason isn’t aware of this ability until afterwards and he’s just as confused as you and will not reach out for you for a while until he’s certain he won’t shock you.

Which is a solid 50/50. It happens when he least expects it or it can strike twice if you were the unlucky soul to get an electric shock back to back.

Guess it’s a weird perk of being the child of Zeus.

[renonv]

Please tell us more about Germany and Spain being dropped in the past somehow. I’m so curious about how Ludwig would react as Rome’s biggest fan and Antonio just wanting to get home lol

HAJSJSHS THANK YOU FOR BEING CURIOUS ❤️ I got some ramblings under the cut, and I’ll draw more for this idea laterrr

I think in this scenario Ludwig would NOT be super helpful outside of having some general knowledge of history / minor culture, but even that knowledge is just over powered by the sheer “holy shit I’m in Ancient Rome” of it all. He just honestly wants to explore.

He’s having a great time, he’s living THE dream, and probably honestly thinks that it is all just an actual dream. So needless to say his self preservation and normal calculated approach is out the window. This guy is willing to do whatever he can to talk to Rome. Maybe to even try and experience the ancient art form of wrestling.

Antonio having lived under the Roman rule and witnessing what the old cunt can do, is NOT trying to fuck around and find out. Especially since they were clocked as countries, and are on the older side, they pose a more potential threat to Rome. He is STRESSED out and the fact that Ludwig is having his tourist fan moment is not helping. He doesn’t love having to be in the position of the serious leader, but will make sure the two of them make it back home (somehow). In the moments where they aren’t actively being hunted, he shares some ancient lore with Ludwig :3

[batshit-auspol]

I just spent some time scrolling through this blog and am suffering from sever laughter. Thanks so much for collating the countries craziest moments. One of my favourites is when Scott Morrison was in Hawaii while the bushfires where burning.

December 2019: As Australia's east coast is engulfed in the worst bushfires in living memory, rumours begin to circulate that Australia's Prime Minister Scott Morrison may have secretly fucked off for a holiday in Hawaii.

Keep in mind, this is what is going down in Australia at the time:

The Hawaii rumour is initially written off as a fringe conspiracy, because surely nobody could be that fuckin tonedeaf, and it was quickly forgotten about... until an Australian man visiting Hawaii UPLOADED A SELFIE ON THE BEACH WITH THE PM THROWING A SHAKA.

At which point all hell broke loose.

Overnight the formerly popular "Scomo" became the most despised man in all of Australia. Think "firefighters shouting out of their windows to news cameras" level of despised.

After about two days of radio silence and pretending like he was still at home running the country, the Prime Minister's handlers finally dragged him onto call with an Australian radio station, where he pinky promised to return to Australia as fast as he could in an attempt to calm things down.

Unfortunately Scott's empathy consultant (a real job) then had to watch Scott pour more gasoline on the dumpster fire by uttering the now famous phrase "Look I don't hold a hose mate" when asked by the radio interviewer why the fucking fuck the fuckhead wasn't fucking in Australia doing his fucking job during a massive fucking crisis.

Testing just how much worse things could get, Scomo then proceeded to NOT rush back to Australia as promised, instead attempting to complete the rest of his holiday, a fact that was exposed when a passerby snapped a picture of him still lounging on the beach two days later.

Eventually, holiday complete, Morrison did reluctantly slink back to Australia, and in an attempt to calm things down, he decided to pay a visit to a small town that had been destroyed by the fires.

Which was a big mistake.

Scomo still had not registered how absolutely and totally he had screwed the poodle with his Hawaiian beach vacation, and he walks into what is now taught in PR classes as one of the greatest examples of "what not do do in a crisis" in all of history.

Scotty from Marketing, as he is now dubbed by the nation, spends a painfully cringe-inducing hour wandering around a burned down town with TV news cameras in tow, having to FORCE PEOPLE TO SHAKE HIS HAND in what is some of the most awkward footage you will ever see.

At this point it's probably also worth mentioning that, before becoming Prime Minister, Scott Morrison's biggest claim to fame in politics was being the guy that was so far up the coal lobby's arse that he literally brought coal into parliament and waved it around, claiming it doesn't hurt people.

So when a protest was organised it turned out to be one big national fuck you to the Prime Minister, the likes of which the world has never seen before or since.

Needless to say, at this point Scomo's career was dead in the water, but thanks to the rules brought in to stop Australian political parties from knifing their leader every two weeks (a popular Aussie passtime) Morrison basically couldn't get fired until after the next election.

And so, when the election rolled around in 2022, we decided that was an opportune time to travel over to Hawaii to erect this bad boy tribute to the Prime Minister, on the very beach where Scomo had sat and drank margaritas that one fateful week in December as Australia burned (thanks to @chaser for funding the ticket)

[chaoticorganizedmess]

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Silent Treatment

Levi hates when you give him the silent treatment.

Levi Ackerman x Reader

It's no secret Levi has always been the strong silent type. It just came naturally to him. However, that wasn't you. Not that you were over-the-top outgoing or extroverted by any means, but much more congenial than he was.

So when things get like this between you it drives him crazy. You know he can be an asshole. You love him still and he knows it. Though after the blow up fight the two of you had last night you slept somewhere else other than bed with him. He doesn't care what was said or what happened. He wants you with him.

When you never came to bed he left the bedroom to find you had fallen asleep on the couch. The only thing that kept him from waking you and dragging you into bed with him was your puffy eyes. You must have cried yourself to sleep.

It left an ache in his heart and he actually considered sleeping on the floor. Why should he get the bed when he's the jerk and he knows it? Needless to say it was hard to sleep that night. Was it guilt or just not having you in his arms? He didn't know and it didn't matter.

Levi did his best in the morning to wrangle in his grumpiness. Awake at the crack of dawn as usual, he dressed and intended on patching things up with you. However, once he left the bedroom he was greeted with the sight of you tying up your boots. It actually made him stop in his tracks.

You usually slept in. Never one to enjoy waking up early. He wanted to apologize and maybe even sneak out and bring you a bite to eat to say sorry. Seeing you sitting there, blankets folded and you finishing up, threw him off. Now he didn't know what to do.

Judging by the way you were roughly tying your laces he surmised you must still be mad at him. Fair enough. Normally you're too happy to start the tea kettle if he hadn't already but that wasn't done either. Also fair. So Levi sighed and got the kettle started.

"Morning.", he says in his usual tone and you don't respond. Content with continuing to get ready for the day. "You're not gonna be a brat today, are you?" You only scoff in response, and Levi internally face palms. Not a very good start with trying to smooth things over.

The morning continues to drag on. Each minute more excruciating for him than the last the longer you keep from talking to him. There's one rule that you both share and that is you don't walk out the door to leave angry at the other. You don't leave before saying goodbye. No day is guaranteed in this cruel world, after all.

So why was Levi getting more nervous the closer the time came to leave? Did he fuck up that badly last night? He sipped the last of his tea as he looked over his paperwork. Sneaking a peak at you as you looked at your own itinerary. That's when he couldn't take it any longer, especially when you finally stood and grabbed for your jacket.

With a heavy sigh he screwed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Stop." Your paused your movement but refused to look his way. "Stop it.", he says firmer. That's when you finally turn to him. Giving him an incredulous look.

Levi stands and has a look on his face you've never seen. Defeat? Guilt? It hurt your heart that you were about to leave and break the rule you guys had. You were just so mad at him. Levi takes a few slow steps toward you. As if he were approaching a scared animal.

"I can't take this damn silence between us." He steps close to you and rests his hands on your hips. "I hate you being mad at me. Just...", he lets out a slight growl as he grows frustrated with himself. "We can discuss what happened later. Just talk to me now."

Levi sounds so desperate as he speaks to you. It's hard to look at him at first, and you find that you look around the room at everything but him. That's when you hear him softly murmur his next word. "Please." Levi wasn't one for begging, but you could feel his longing for you in that one word.

You glance at his face and his eyes are already focused on you. You managed to hold back any tears that threatened to spill but you aren't sure if that would continue once you spoke. If you heard your voice break. So you nod, affirming that you'll put what happened aside until tonight.

Honestly, that's if you go back to it at all. Now that he's apologized, you realize you're happy with just letting it go. Just worrying about the present with your love. Life is too short.

Not a full second goes by when Levi pulls you into his body. Fully wrapping his arms around you. "I love you.", he says as he buries his face in your shoulder, "I'm sorry." You don't hesitate to shake you head, "It's alright."

The two of you stand there in a tight embrace. Relishing the feeling of holding one another before pulling away slightly to share a tender kiss. "I was being an asshole. So you better be in bed with me tonight. That's an order." You chuckle at him before shrugging. "Only if you make it up to me once we're there, Sir."

[y2kstarr]

Matt can't take anymore

˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut w/o plot, fluff, sub!matt, handjob, overstimulation, use of a safe word, praising requested? yes

"Nngh— f-fuuck—"

Whines and pathetic whimpers filled your shared bedroom, the sweet, melodic sounds pouring from your sweet boy's lips and echoing off of the walls. Thankfully, Nick and Chris had left for the day, hanging out with a few friends and just leaving the two of you to hang out with one another.

Needless to say, things shifted pretty quickly.

Cum already practically covered Matt's stomach and thighs, your fingers too, though had you not cleaned them off with a spare rag you'd tossed the your bedside table. About four times now, you've had him cum, and by the looks of it, he was nearly coming up dry now with how long you were overstimulating his poor cock.

"C'mon baby, just give me one more, yeah?" You cooed, your free hand kneading his side and hip as your other slowly stroked his spent cock, your eyes watching a Matt's chest heaved with pants and whines, his body practically unable to squirm now, his limps merely twitching in protest.

"Nn- I- c-can't, mama— no more— please, please—" He whined in a weak, breathless voice, his hips twitching, but all it did was fuck him into your fist, making you smirk at his display.

"Yes you can, baby, I know you can," You reassured him, giving the tip of his dick a teasing kiss before stroking him at a steady pace, picking up speed a little. "Just one more for mama, that's all."

Breaths left his lips in whiny pants, his hands gripping the sheet around the two of you so hard his knuckles were turning white. Tears formed in his pretty blue eyes, making them glossy and his cheeks pink, before suddenly the tears fell and a choked out sob left him, as if he'd been holding it back.

"C-coconut!" The moment the safe-word left his lips, your hands immediately stopped, gently letting go of his dick and watching it fall to his tummy as his body trembled and his chest heaved with breaths.

"Hey, hey baby, it's ok." Your voice was soft and comforting, your hand coming up to gently cup his face, your thumb wiping away his tears before you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

"'m s-sorry mama— c–couldn't take anymore.. too much—" His words came out as near half sentences, as if his overworked mind just spat out whatever he could possible manage to think up, but it got across just fine to you.

"Shhh, it's ok, Matt. There's no need to apologize. You're such a good boy for using the safe word when you need it." You reassured him, praising him for following the rules you two had put down at the beginning of your relationship, for knowing when too much was really too much and making sure to tell you. "Now, let's get you all cleaned up, yeah?"

You grabbed the rag you'd been using off of your bedside table and got up, giggling a bit as Matt whined softly at the loss of you, but you made it quick to dampen the cloth with warm water before returning to him. Gently rubbing the rag along his messy stomach and thighs, you made sure to be soft with your touches and clean him up fully so that he was comfortable.

"You did so good for me, baby. Took it all so well," You cooed praises softly into his ear, watching as his chest sputtered a little up and down, but thankfully slowed in breaths, his glossy eyes half-lidded as he looked at you, a sweet, loopy little smile coming to his lips.

"I love you so much.." He breathed out, making a giggle pour from you as you finished cleaning him up, maneuvering yourself so that you lay right next to him in bed, tugging the sheets to cover him before you gave him a soft, chaste kiss.

"I love you too, Matt," You whispered against his lips, smiling as he let out a soft, breathy little chuckle, leaning in to kiss you back, making the both of you fall into a slow, sweet, passionate make out session.

a / n : it's concerning how badly i need this whiny man 😔

so so sorry if this is bad, i'm DRAGGING myself out of major writers block after writing essays all week for my classes 😭

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dividers → me

[tarotenchantress]

Astro observations ptIV "am i stupid?" edition🧠

DO NOT PLAGIARISE MY WORK🚫

All these observation are my personal observations

Tw: brief mention of physical abuse

BY- tarorenchantress🧚🏻‍♀️

I made this post cause i toooooo, have been mocked for my intelligence alot. Alot of times.

Hello guyssss!!!! im back with another edition. In this one were gonna discuss the placements that may indicate that you underestimate you intelligence, or others do or others have called you stupid or mocked your intelligence or simply underestimated.

🧠 saturn in 3rd house, 9th house, aspecting mercury, in the houses of gemini, sag, in the degrees 3°,15°,27°.

[Saturn restricts and here's the thing, 3rd house governs your early childhood and learning imo. It also governs your schools and neighbours whilst on the other hand, 9th house governs travelling and higher education alongside your higher mind and religeon and faith and mercury needless to say determines your intellect and mind. Saturn rewards but creates a harsh environment and also and it also rules discipline. This placement indicates that you may have felt that you always had to work harder than your peers to achieve the same as them. It may akso indicate that no matter what you may have always felt inadequate and average at best. It may also indicate that authority figures may have been harsher with you or may have doubted your intelligence and neglected you or they may have been more attentive towards you than other students as they may not have alot of confidence in you. You may also see your peers travel before you but you may not even know the basics of travelling or may feel very stupid when it comes to how to travel alone and may have started travelling later than your peers. You may learnt hings later than your peers or they may have learnt alot of things before you . Like bitchhh i have saturn in 9th house right and heres the thing, i felt so stupid whenever i would travel with my friends cause they all could do it like booking the cab, going on solo trips with friends but i couldnt do that and hate travelling alone too. Like i would rather die than actually travel alone even though it intrigues me. 9th house also governs foreign travel snd i always wanted to go to abroad to study pyschology but not only did i never go abroad i alsooooo did not get to choose psychology and instead my parents made me choose law. Also indicates that you may have started speakinglater than your peers as saturn also delayss ]

🧠 asteroid nessus in 3rd house, 9th house, aspecting mercury, aspecting 3rd house, 9th house, in the degree of 3°,15°,27°

[I have nessus in 3rd house and growing up, i always felt neglected by my peers, by my teachers, my parents would mock me, call me names because i struggled to understand maths, i even got beat with a belt by my dad because i couldnt understand conversion in metric system and inches and geometry as well. Basically all of maths. I would avoid studying like it was a plague. I was also constantly compared with other students by my parents and would feel extremely insecure of other people scoring well. I also had horrible self esteem and wouldnt answer as i feared being mocked and the one time i did answer,the teacher looked at me and told me that it waas wrong snd then called me near the white board and made me solve it and i struggled too and my hands were shaking and everyone laughed at me😀like????? Bitch?????😀 oneof my classmates even called me weird so ig??? Fuck you too bitch, you were weird too😀

Nessus is where you are abused and picked on and how you do it to others

It may also indicate being compared to your sibling or the children you study with or the neighbourhood children.

It got better in highschool but bitch please. Never again.

Similar effects can be seen with 9th house as it also governs college and travelling, religeon and law. Like you may feel like you are dumb when it comes to travelling. Like you may not even know how to book tickets or do basic shit for travelling. It may also indicate that you may have a fear of travelling eventhough you see your peers do it. Alsoo, relegious study or things that require faith may make you feel stupid. ]

🧠chiron in 3rd house, 9th house, in the degrees of 3°,15°,27°, aspecting mercury, aspecting3rd house, 9th house in gemini, sag.

[I have mercury conjunct chiron and i was constantly attacked for my intelligence. Like people would just call me dumb esp my tuition teachers]

🧠 mercury or sun in pisces, cancer, aquarius, capricorn, mercury making negative aspects with saturn, pluto, nessus, 4th house, 12th house, aspe ting 12th house too.

[If you have any of these placements, you may have noticed that people tried to gaslight you or question your memory or you learnt things slowly or people did not understand your mind or you may have felt misunderstood by them and mocked. May indicate someone who was soft spoken, or considered weird esp pisces and aqua, someone who had issues taking a stand for themselves. Aqua mercs could have exerienced being mocked by their friends. These placements may also daydream alot as a form of escapism.

Like, i remember this guy i was studying with, he once said that his tuition teacher considered him stupid cause he "looked" like he did not understand anything and he would also ask the this guy if actually understood anything 💀 and he was the topper of grade for 6 consecutive years btww. Je was a pisces sun Oh most of the people i know who were extremely creative have these placements]

🧠 neptune aspecting mercury, neptune in 3rd house, 9th house, in the gemini degrees 4°,15°,27° , neptune aspecting sun, ascendant, mc, aspecting the 3rd house, 9th house, even 10th house

[Neptune tends to create confusion and haze in whatever area it is present. People with this placement may xonstantly feel as if they dont understand whatever theyre reading or learning, may have been "invisible" in school, may have been average in school, good with creative works and imagination, people may not have afixed perception about you or may be veryconfused about you. Your teachers or parents may feel very confused about you understanding the concepts, some may even say you "look" stupid.

Like i have neptune aspecting my sun and ascendant and i had my teachers say i look blank and lost. I also got the title of the "quiet one" in 8th grade cause i was too soft spoken and rarely opened my mouth]

🧠pluto aspecting 3rd house, 9th house, mercury, degrees of gem 3°,15°,27°, in gemini in sag, in 3rd house, in 9th house.

I have mercury conjunct pluto and i always had people attack my intelligence by calling me names as a "joke"

[fleshandregret]

Were there always 𝘵𝘸𝘰 beasts of deceit?

☆.A list of general headcanons about an au where the witches decided to divide the knowledge in two. Can also be read as: i hate that everyone thinks that Shadow Milk basically kidnaps people instead of being able to love someone and actually be understood :D

☆. This was originally meant to be an au with my oc but I tried to keep the personality for the reader as neautral as possible, no gender or anything specified because if I see that I'm supposed to have long blonde hair one more time I'm gonna kms. 　　

☆. Isn't really nsfw but there is a "suggestive" part, like they don't fuck but it's implicit so before someone comes for my head I WARNED YOU. Anyway I hope you enjoy it :}.

☆. Also english isn't my first language so I'm genuinely sorry if there are any mistakes :/.

-First of all I prefer to think that you didn't meet Shadow Milk after he became the beast of deceit. To have someone understand him in such a deep way it's only possible if you were there since the origin of everything, even his. It's not impossible to imagine how heavy all the knowledge is to bear so it would make sense if the witches decided to divide it in 𝘵𝘸𝘰, no?

-Not everyone knows that it wasn't one being that held all the knowledge in their head but two similar cookies, always together since the start and unable to physically stay away from each other for a long amount of time. It wasn't far fetched to say that after the creation of the academy people considered you to be his shadow and him yours. There wasn't one moment where you two could be found more than ten meters apart and the reason was kind of obvious, even if not to many people. You were each other's half without wanting it to be, if knowledge started with him the only possible outcome was for it to finish with you.

-As much as the weight of knowing literally 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 held the both of you from forming meaningful relationships with other cookies (ignoring the beasts obviously) it didn't mean that you became hermits and went away from society, especially since your role was to spread information and teach others. It was after years and years of having to face thousands of different cookies everyday and try to help them with the infinity of informations you had that it became more of a burden to you.

-If years ago others seemed happy to know every kind of possible thing in Crispia, now it felt as if you were being rude by telling them those truths. Needless to say that having someone able to understand perfectly helped the both of you overcome those moments and push forward. And even if things made you tired it was always okay because you knew that he would have always been there to comfort you and vice versa.

-But the situation changed. It changed that one faithful day when the witches you held so dear to your hearts told you that it wasn't enough, that even if all the cookies preferred 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘵 you couldn't agree with them and ignore it because only they could and not 𝘺𝘰𝘶, not the perfect duo they created to spread 𝘵𝘩𝘦 word. From that point on it only went downhill, the two of you agreed that it wasn't 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳, it wasn't 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 that only you had to suffer because of those rules and standards while the others could live happily and in ignorance.

-It took some time for the other beasts to start noticing how unfair life was to them too and one by one they fell, the only ones you could think of as friends being held back by forks and chains while you had to pretend that your life was happy. After that everything changed, the knowledge and truth you were supposed to spread became the base for misinformation and lies, those very things the other cookies liked some much became your routine until at some point the witches stopped you, they did what you saw years before being done to your closest friends only now you were being both sealed away in some damn tree for what you thought would have been the rest of eternity.

-Shadow Milk and you weren't the fountain of knowledge anymore, to them at least, but all those things didn't vanish from your minds, all the informations, lies and painful memories were still in your heads like a sea during a storm, unable to stop and become peaceful like it once was. Conversations with the other beasts became rare over time, their rage towards the witches making them unable to care about a conversation with you. It was at that point in your lives that you really understood how important you were to each other, obviously you knew it already but now that it was nothing but you two it became palpable how your souls were interviewed and literally unable to be pulled apart. If the witches thought it a good idea to create two of you it was probably their biggest regret now.

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-It was after 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 that the damn tree opened and you realized that you didn't have your full power anymore. As if being imprisoned for a millenia wasn't enough they had to strip you of your soul jam and give it to some 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘥, like he had the right to use it while you two were left to your own demise. Anger, resentment and sadness were the only feelings that your hearts could feel for far too much time and after 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 who it was that stole your power they only heightened, now unable to really understand how was it 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 that everything that made you two who you were in the past was now held away from you while your mere existence was considered a crime.

-The only luck on your side was the one that made you have enough power to escape the situation and find refuge in what was years before known as the spire of knowledge, now a place full of dust and old memories that could once again be considered your home. It's probably thanks to that too that you were, even if only a little, able to partially calm down and concentrate on the situation at hand and how to face those 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 and regain your power back.

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-As for the relationship I'd say that the start was probably the hardest part, but only like the first few days because after those it felt as if you were literally made for each other (lol you were). The type of relationship and friendship where you two are able to talk about everything, and in your case literally 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, from how the universe was made to why some rats look better when they become taxidermy than when they were alive.

-Your life was a constant presence in his and the same was for you, it should feel bad to always be around someone but with him it was as if everything around you was still and the only moving things were the two of you. Needless to say that in the years at the academy you couldn't really show affection to each other because of the list of students always surrounding you two to ask things regarding previous lessons, and even if you two lived together the time was mostly spent working to improve lives and not to really live yours.

-All this started to change when you opted for the lies and deceit road, now able to talk to each other for more than ten minutes at a time and to maybe sleep at least six hours. This obviously meant that your lives were spent differently, you didn't have to care about others too much so it came natural to care about each other even more than before. Now it wasn't a problem if you two were found kissing each other before a lesson and if someone dared to say something bad about it they would 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 have no one to talk to the next day. Totally not because one some rumor that started spreading about them, oh no no, you misunderstand really it was only his fault that made the situatuon escalate like that and so quickly.

-Needless to say that over time people noticed a pattern and opted for staying away from you, not that you minded obviously, it only meant that you two would have finally been able to start living like a normal couple and not like the embodiments of all knowledge. By this I mean that general affection became routine, cooking together every morning was now the norm and things like spending time reading on the couch or watching a movie could finally be considered normal days and not like some kind of taboo.

-The almost non existent 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 moments that for a long time were almost nothing more than an escape from the harsh reality out there were now finally moments of pleasure between two lovers. The attraction you felt for each other now had the time to be expressed and the shame you almost felt in the past seemed to never have existed in the first place.

-Obviously all of this came to an halt when the tree took all you beasts in 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 and it's kind of obviously to say that when it spat you out the first thing you did when arriving at the spire wasn't dusting the shelves and sweeping the floors.

-Now your life could begin again, even if the anger you both felt towards Pure Vanilla was the prime subject of your discussions that doesn't mean that your life as a couple magically ended. It was after some time that other cookies decided to work for you, the first one was obviously Black Sapphire and after some time Candy Apple joined too. As much as it seemed strange at first to have other people living with you, even if not in the same section of the spire, they grew on you both after some time, not that they could be considered your kids but when you started helping the younger one with choosing the hairstyles she preferred for the day and which dress fit her better it did start to feel as if you were some kind of family. As dysfunctional as it could be obviously, but a family nonetheless.

-After the years spent in the tree the clingy side of him started shining through, not that you minded but it sure was way different than the past. It wasn't as if your personal space stopped to exist since you both were always together but a thousand years ago he probably would have never opted for walking with a hand around your waist or literally making out in public, be it in front of servants or cookies like Gingerbrave and his friends. Speaking of that: the expressions on their faces when they first entered the Spire and saw that Shadow Milk wasn't alone but with someone literally sitting on his lap was priceless. What followed was them shouting at him to free you of whatever kind of brainwashing technique he used, only to have you kissing him and showing them your wedding band as an answer. After that they looked more confused than before but it surely wasn't your problem.

-It took some time for you to get used to his way of talking with the others, you too obviously changed and had to craft a mask to show the others and protect your real self but the difference between when he talked with you and when he interacted with other cookies always managed to leave you speechless. After years it became routine and even kind of funny to listen to him talk in such an exaggerated way, only to ask him something and listen to him change his voice completely to the one you always knew.

-Well needless to say that people can believe that the perfect couple doesn't exist but we all know that the world is indeed full of lies, is it not?

[libraryraccoon]

A Penguin And The Angel Of Death

Gift for : @deadghosy

Gender : Penguin

Pronouns : They/Them

Message of Raccoon : I just really wanted to write Azrael with Penguin!Reader, so I try.

TW : bad english, english isn't my first language.

How you met Azrael is a mystery for everyone.

Azrael had heard about Heaven and Hell fighting over a penguin, and he decided to go check it out.

"So you're the famous Penguin." -Azrael, seeing you for the first time.

Friendship. Instantly.

He was your platonic soulmate.

I can see Azrael taking you flying with him. Imagine being a normal angel or demon, looking up and seeing the angel of death flying, holding a penguin in his arms.

The day of the trial, you and Azrael were watching everything from the sidelines, eating popcorn.

“Do you think they know you’re going to stay with me ?” -Azrael, watching the scene while eating popcorn, amused.

You made a penguin noise that can be translates as "Sshh, this is starting to get interesting." -Penguin!Reader, watching the scene like a TV novela.

Azrael speaks penguin. Don't ask how, he just do it.

"Guardship returns to.." Sera paused, either in disbelief or to be dramatic. “Azrael ?!” Certainly the first.

“Yo bitch.”

They looked at him as if they were seeing him for the first time- they hadn't even noticed him.

"WHAT ?! BUT HE DON'T EVEN KNOW THEM !" -Lute.

You worried for a second for Azrael's safety before remembering that he was the Angel of Death and that he was in no danger.

Lucifer looks at his brother, feeling betrayed that he is taking one of his children away from him.

Azrael walked out of the room with you in his arms, happy of the trial he saw today.

Azrael is like your cool dad who takes you everywhere with him and takes you wherever you want.

Azrael can go to Heaven, Hell or even Earth just with a snap of his fingers, say your destination and he'll take you there with no problem.

You often go to Hell and Heaven because you are attached to the people that are there.

Azrael only leaves you alone with Lucifer or Emily.

Lucifer is basically your uncle who babysits you all the time.

You have met Big G and the other archangels. I don't make the rules, as soon as Azrael won your guardship, he introduced you to the rest of the family.

You are the archangels' favorite nephew and Big G's favorite grandchild.

I just know that you and Big G spent hours on grandpa-grandchild outings. You go to the beach, get ice cream, play jokes on others... until Azrael comes to pick you up.

I headcanon that you help Gabriel in his work as a messenger.

It was you who passed the message of Sir Pentious being in Heaven to Charlie, telling her that redemption was possible.

It was your first message, Gabriel and Azrael were very proud of you after you managed to successfully transmit it.

They had a party to celebrate it.

No one can fuck with you.

Literally, you have Azrael, Big G and all the archangels on your side. Upsetting you/being on your bad side is a death sentence.

Lute and Adam are so disgusted that Azrael stole you - like you can feel their jealousy at 3000km/h.

Azrael just smiled at them before calling you “his son/daughter/child” in front of them just to piss them off.

And it works.

I can see Alastor trying to make a deal with Azrael for you to stay at the Hotel, Azrael just looks at him like "Really now ?"

Needless to say, it never worked and if it wasn't for you, he would have already killed the deer demon.

The angels find it adorable that the fearsome angel of death is walking around with a little Penguin, it's just too cute for them.

Family dinners are ✨️beautiful✨️

Beautiful in the sense that it's chaotic and it's never bored.

Usually family dinners are you, Big G, Azrael, Lucifer, Charlie, and the other archangels.

But one day you invited Emily, Sera, Adam and Lute to join you..

Let's say you weren't bored during all the dinner.

The best moments are those of hugs.

Hugs with Azrael are the best because he wraps his wings around you while carrying you. It's so quiet and peaceful that it puts you to sleep, which is very useful especially when you can't fall asleep.

Hugs with the whole family are... interesting ?

I mean, from the outside it looked like a mess of nameless feathers-

You are always in the middle of family hugs.

Azrael almost executed all the exterminators after learning about the extermination that was directed against the hotel when you were in it..

LET ME CANONIZE PROTECTIVE!DAD!AZRAEL.

[mythicmanuscripts]

SUB!AEGON HEADCANNONS

Alright since I just wrote sub!aemond headcannons, I think it's only fair that I follow it up with the same for Aegon! If you like what you see here, check out my blog to read my other works and feel free to send some requests or thoughts of your own!

Needless to say, NSFW content under the cut

right so firstly, needy. This will be a surprise to absolutely no one.

Aegon is in a constant state of whiny, pathetic horniness that leaves him whimpering and whining and tugging at your dress until you give him some attention.

From the very first time you show even the slightest bit of dominance towards him, he's obsessed. He's immediately following you around like a lost puppy.

You have to be harsh with him, and he actually thrives when you're so strict with him?

Aegon struggles a lot with both not feeling good enough and also feeling guilty and like a disappointment. So when you give him orders and he accomplishes them of course he feels great, but more importantly, when he breaks a rule and you punish him, then he actually feels so much better afterwards?

You use spanking the most. At first you tried to use silent treatment or not touching him as punishment first but both of those ended in Aegon sobbing into your chest because he thought you didnt love him anymore, so you don't do that again and always use spank him.

You spank him until his poor ass is bright red and he's crying and clutching a pillow as he's bent over your knee. But then, then when it's finished? Then you gently help him up and let him cuddle into your chest, kiss the top of his head and tell him he took his punishment so well and you forgive him and it's like he can physically feel a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

In fact sometimes you will need to spank him so that he can forgive himself and move on? Like maybe he'll do something stupid during a small council meeting or something and even though you arent upset with him, you take him over your knee anyway because otherwise he'll beat himself up for it until he ends up drowning his sorrows in wine.

Speaking of wine, Aegon's alcohol consumption is not even a quarter of what it was before. It's so much less that the master of coin actually starts ordering less wine for the castle.

Having heard so much about Aegon's notorious drinking, you thought it would be impossible to get him to lessen his drinking, but it turns out that it was actually extremely easy. You just tell him that if he wants to please you he needs to drink less, and instantly he's doing his level best.

Maybe you even control his wine consumption? You're the only one who can fill his glass and he can't drink wine without permission and he actually thrives?

Oh also, he's obsessed with you. His mood sours if he doesn't see you for an hour. He is so so so needy and he will make it absolutely everyone else's problem if he can't find you.

Also he wants to be fucked. If you don't have the equipment for that, then he will order some ivory or jade objects shaped like dildos and he will whine and beg and cry as you fuck him with them.

Also you have to overstimulate him at least twice a week, if you don't he will be utterly insufferable. And I don't just mean make him cum twice, I mean overstimulate him until he is sobbing and begging for mercy, until his poor cock can't even produce anything for his final orgasm.

And then you just have to gather him into your arms, letting him snuggle and kiss your neck and let out little whines until he's calmed down enough for you to haul him into a bath.

[romanarose]

Imagine Somno/intox with Logan...

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CW consensual somno (sex while you're passed out, in and out of consciousness), and consensual intox (reader consents to Logan using her while she's high and/or drunk). This is a pre-established, loving relationship with talked about boundaries and rules of engagement. Creampie <3 drinking and smoking.

Smut below the cut

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Imagine coming home from a holiday party and you're just soooo sleepy. You've had more than a few drinks, and you and Remy snuck outside for a quick hit or two off a weed pen. Needless to say, you were sloshed.

Logan was the picture of a perfect boyfriend. He's not exactly a party guy, but you are so of course he went with you and did the obligatory rounds socially. He even took extra care to try and relax and have fun so that you didn't feel like you had to go home early just because this isn't his scene. He's suffer 100 of Scott and Jeans parties to see you this happy.

By the time you get home, you're half asleep. You're stumbling trying to get out of the truck so Logan takes carries you up the house, giggling even as your head rests on his shoulder. Jesus, how much weed did you smoke?

After undressing you and even wiping your face down with make-up wipes, Logan cuddles up close to you in bed, chest to chest in the warmth sheets.

Still, you're not done.

Sloppy and lazy you kiss, kiss, kiss him, unable to even open your eyes but whining when he tries to pull away.

"Want you..." You mutter, looking like you're about asleep already.

Logan chuckles. "You can't even keep your eyes open."

"yeah I can, see?" But they stay shut, making Logan laugh again as he smiles fondly down at you.

"Oh yeah, there we good. Good job, baby." He had a patronizing, teasing smile.

"fuck meeeeee" You whine, squirming your naked legs together as if that's all your limp body is capable of.

Logan runs a hand over your bare skin, his thumb rubbing over a pert nipple, making them harden as shivers run over your body. "You want me to take care'ya, sweet girl?"

"Mhmm..." But your head was lulling to the side. Logan feels up your body, nails gently scrapping over tender skin up and down your torso, massaging your to sleep.

"Don't you worry about a thing. I'm gonna make you feel so good. You deserve it, don't you? Poor, sleepy baby... just drift off to sleep... I'm gonna take care of everything."

Just as he thinks you're asleep, Logan rubs at the little bundle of nerves between your legs and hears you gasp.

"Shhhh, shhhhh.... just go to sleep... that's it..."

He's careful not to disturb you as he moves between your legs, lining up his cock at your dripping cunt, rubbing the tip up to your clit and back down again. His cock lays aching as Logan thrusts his hips, but not penetrating you just yet. Instead, the length of him slides all over your slit, getting himself nice and wet, just like you were. He didn't wanna hurt you, or god forbid wake you.

"Don't gotta worry about a thing when I'm here. Just gotta lay there and take it." Logan whispers, voice husky with lust as he finally slides himself inside your sopping wet hole. He groans as he bottoms out, forever entranced in how well you take him, even as he splits you open like a fence post.

"Good girl..." Logan mumbles, sliding in and out of you as he plays with your clit, taking care to hit the spot that made your unconcious, slightly snoring body clench around him. "Always so fucking good... You just need this, huh? Needed me to take care of you? You do everything for everyone, but you? You're my responsibility, and I'm gonna make you feel so fuck'n good." He punctures his words with a slap of his thighs to your ass just a little too strong, and for a second he worries he woke his sweet girl when your eyesbrows pinch together and you whimper.

"Shhh, I'm sorry baby..."

"L-Lo?" You murmur, but only barely conscious. He begins to fuck you again, careful and more controlled.

"It's me, baby..." Logan caresses your cheek. "Don't worry, m'gonna take care of yuh... just go back to sleep..."

You moan as conciousness slips away once again.

"Good girl... such a fuck'n... ugghhh good girl..." He's becoming strained, the sight of you laid out and bare for him, the trust you put in his hands, it was becoming too much. He loved you so gooddamn much... but he needed to take care of you, this wasn't for him. Logan plays with your sensitive folds, working your up until he saw your stomach clenching and then worked on your clit, all the while fucking you full.

"That's it princess, come on my cock, come on- oh! there it ! Ohhhh g-good girl- fuck- fuuckkk" As you came around him, clenching down hard you stripped away the last of his control. Logan lifted your hips center to him, fucking your contracting channel as he spilled his warm seed into you.

"Perfect, my perfect girl, fuck, fuuuucckk, ughh, uh, uh, uhhhh!" Every last drop was milked from him, ball emptying inside you and for a moment, everything was pure bliss. This was all he needed to be happy. You were all he needed.

As Logan came down from his high, that blissful feeling never subsided. He looked at your pretty face, so cute and trusting, trusting him... This was what heaven was.

Slaying slotted deep inside you and plugging you up with his cum, Logan wrapped you up in his arms and rolled over. He laid on his back, keeping you sluffed with him as he pulled up the covers.

As you snored against his pecs, and Logan slowly drifted to sleep, Logan hoped he'd wake up to your cute body using him to get off.

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