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[wellsayhelloaagin]

Enchant- Beckon Part Five

Summary: Wanda struggles with her growing feelings and the fear that they may ruin everything.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha x f!reader

Genre: Smut (top!reader, switch!Natasha, bottom!Wanda)

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: fingering, oral, voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome, dirty talk, swearing, light angst

AN: I've risen from the depths of hell to bring you this (short) update. I do have a plan for the next part (you may not like it) so hopefully I can get that written somewhat soon.

If someone had told Wanda a month ago that waking up in bed sandwiched between you and Natasha would become a regular occurrence, she would have laughed in their face.

Yet, that’s exactly what happened. 

After the morning spent making pancakes, Wanda had begun to spend more time with the couple next door. She would invite the two of you over once or twice a week, cooking dinner before the three of you would inevitably end up losing your clothes and falling into a heap on the nearest surface.

Weekends were quickly becoming Wanda’s favourite thing. She would walk the path to your doorstep each Friday night and normally wouldn’t resurface until Monday morning. And while the sex was incredible, she was also enjoying the chance to get to know you and Natasha better.

She learnt more about your relationship with the redhead, about how you both met and the beginning of your romance. Wanda learnt about the two of you as individuals as well, the things you liked and disliked. Every new piece of information was stored away in her brain, warmth blooming in her chest from the fact that you both trusted her enough to share yourselves with her.

Wanda knew she was developing feelings for both you and Natasha but she tried to ignore the fluttering of her heart whenever you smiled at her or whenever Natasha cupped her cheek. She wasn’t entirely sure if this agreement was more than just sex and she was too scared to mention anything, afraid that it could all disappear.

So instead, she kept her feelings to herself, content in enjoying whatever she could get.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Your voice draws Wanda’s mind back to the present, where she lay curled up in bed with her two favourite people. The sun was beginning to peek through the curtains, a warm orange hue bathing the room in a golden glow. She admired the way the light shone in your eyes, her stomach clenching again.

“Hmmm?” Wanda asks, stretching languidly. 

She was normally the last one to wake up, so it surprised her when she opened her eyes that morning to find you and Natasha both sleeping peacefully. 

“What’s got you looking so serious?” You ask, finger smoothing out the furrow between Wanda’s brow. “It’s too early to be thinking that hard.”

“It’s nothing,” Wanda dismisses you, enjoying your hand combing through her hair now. “Just work stuff.”

Wanda did feel bad for lying but she couldn’t risk bringing up her quickly growing feelings and ruining this one perfect thing she had.

“Sounds like your boss rides you too hard,” you smirk, looking over at your still-dozing girlfriend.

Wanda blushes, remembering just a few hours ago when Natasha had indeed been riding her pretty hard, her thighs sandwiched on either side of the brunette's head. 

“I don’t mind it so much,” Wanda returns playfully, fingers running down your bare arm and enjoying the goosebumps she left in her wake. 

“Is that so?” You counter, hand tightening slightly in Wanda’s hair to pull her face closer to yours. “I’ll have to remember that.”

Wanda just hums in agreement as you connect your lips together, the smooth feel of your lips under hers making her sigh. You don’t push too hard, content to kiss lazily for a few minutes as your hand slowly trails down Wanda’s side.

You smile into the kiss as you feel her shiver against you, Wanda’s hips starting to rock slightly as she seeks out friction. You hook your hand behind her knee, bringing her leg to rest over your hip and opening her up for you.

The three of you often slept naked together, usually falling asleep from exhaustion after bringing each other to release. Wanda was thankful for it now, just one less barrier for her to get what she wanted.

She feels your fingers dancing along her inner thigh, reaching higher until you find her centre. She’s already wet from your touch, your fingers gliding over her easily as you find her clit.

“Oh,” she gasps as you apply pressure, moving your fingers in slow circles.

She rocks her hips in time with your movements, panting into your mouth as you work her body expertly. She groans as you push two fingers into her, her ability to continue your kiss disappearing as you thrust into her in slow, even strokes. 

Her eyes are open, locked on yours as you bring her closer to the edge. She moans softly as you curl your fingers, captivated by your gaze. She can feel herself growing wetter, your fingers easily filling her as her orgasm builds.

“Isn’t this a lovely sight to wake up to?” Wanda hears the groggy voice from behind her, her only warning before Natasha begins to pepper kisses over her bare shoulders.

She feels an arm snake around her chest, lithe fingers dancing over one of her nipples. She arches her back, eyes closing as she succumbs to the pleasure filling her body. Her release washes over her quickly, her breath catching as you help her ride it out.

“Morning my love,” Wanda hears you greet Natasha, your fingers slowly leaving her body and pulling a whimper from her throat.

Natasha is still massaging her breast and Wanda turns her upper body to face her more. Her eyes open as your hand reaches over her, fingers that had just been inside Wanda now tracing Natasha’s lips.

Natasha opens her mouth, sucking the digits inside, her tongue cleaning Wanda’s release from your fingers. She hums happily and Wanda can already feel herself growing hot again at the sight.

She was so caught up on Natasha that she wasn’t prepared to feel your mouth latching onto her other nipple, the warm, wet feeling causing her to clench around nothing. 

“Oh, fuck,” she cries out without thinking, earning a chuckle from Natasha.

“That’s the idea, detka,” the redhead laughs, now grasping your hand between both of hers.

Wanda watches as Natasha guides your hand under the blanket, knowing when you had found your target by the breathy moan Natasha lets out. You shift slightly, never detaching from Wanda’s breast as you move to kneel over her. 

Wanda can see your hand moving under the blanket, transfixed by what must be happening underneath. Natasha is panting beside her, hand clutching your forearm tightly as she raises her hips to meet you.

Feeling brave, Wanda tugs the blanket aside and is rewarded by the sight of your thumb working over Natasha’s clit. She can’t see completely but judging by the way your hand surges forward, she gathers that your other fingers are buried inside your girlfriend.

You begin to trail your lips down Wanda’s torso now, teeth nipping along the way as you move your body down to hover over where she was dripping. Wanda is impressed that you managed to navigate your way down her body without losing your rhythm with Natasha.

The redhead is still moving her hips along with your thrusts, her moans growing in volume. Wanda reaches over, her fingers working over one of Natasha’s pebbled nipples as she palms her breast.

You catch Wanda off guard by licking along her dripping folds, her free hand flying to your hair as she arches into your mouth. You usually liked to tease her, working her up into a frenzy before putting your mouth where she wanted it most.

You waste no time today, your tongue already probing her entrance as you straddle one of Wanda’s legs. She can feel the heat from your sex, your arousal evident as you settle over her. She can feel the wet patch on her leg, the thought of you being turned on while eating her out causing the heat to pool low in her belly.

She shifts her leg, bending her knee and flexing her thigh underneath your centre. Wanda jolts as you moan against her, the vibrations shooting straight through her core. You begin to rock against her, never stopping your ministrations on either woman as the room is quickly filled with the sounds of pleasure and the smell of sweat and arousal.

Natasha folds first, her orgasm hitting her loudly as she holds onto your arm for dear life. Wanda can tell you’re getting close too, feeling your pace pick up as you rut against her leg, your tongue still buried deep inside her.

She wants to outlast you, wants to finally gain some kind of power over you in this dynamic she found herself in but she knows she won't last much longer. Especially now that you had another hand free, angling it under her hips and driving your tongue in deeper.

“That’s it, detka,” Wanda hears a sultry voice in her ear, Natasha curling her body to her side. “I bet it feels good with her tongue inside you doesn’t it?”

Wanda just whimpers in return, eyes clenching shut as she tries to hold off her impending orgasm.

“Shhhh,” Natasha continues, nose running over the column of Wanda’s throat. “It’s okay. You can cum if you want.”

Wanda just shakes her head, stubbornly trying to resist. Her hands are clenched tightly in the sheets as you eat her out.

“Being difficult, are we?” Natasha taunts, fingers pinching one of Wanda’s nipples. “That’s not fun.”

Wanda can feel Natasha pout against her neck before she bites down, sucking at the skin there as Wanda gasps in pleasure.

“Such a shame,” Natasha coos mockingly into Wanda’s ear again. “I really wanted to lick your cum from her chin.”

The image of what Natasha had described was enough to send Wanda over the edge, her thighs clamping over your ears as she cries out. Waves of pleasure wash over her, her voice feeling hoarse by the time she finally calms down.

You slide up her body, a satisfied smirk on your face as you take in Wanda’s mussed hair and glazed eyes. Her chest is still heaving, Natasha’s fingers still teasing her sensitive nipples as she jerks through the aftershocks. 

“A bit defiant today,” you taunt, gripping Wanda’s chin in your hand and forcing her to look at you. “I don’t know why you bother trying to compete with me sweetheart, you know I’ll always win.”

Wanda just nods dumbly, her mind too fuzzy to do anything else. She watches as you pull Natasha into a bruising kiss, the redhead licking Wanda’s cum off your chin as she had planned. 

Despite the two orgasms she had already had that morning, Wanda could already feel arousal stirring again.

“Come on,” you instruct, pinching Wanda’s cheek to get her attention. “If you’re good, I might let you finish me off in the shower.”

//

Wanda hums to herself as she towels her hair, walking down the hallway toward the kitchen. She had stayed in the shower a little longer, enjoying the warm water cascading over her aching muscles. You and Natasha had laughed at her, telling her not to turn into a prune and to join them for breakfast when she was done.

She had changed into a pair of your sweats and one of Natasha’s old shirts once she got out, enjoying the way they smelled like the two of you. Wanda liked the comfort they brought, planning to leave your house with them and claim them as her own for the nights she spent alone.

She could hear voices as she neared the kitchen, stopping just before the doorway to lean against the wall and bask in the simple domesticity of it all. She was sure she was falling hard and fast for the both of you but maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Maybe you and Natasha felt the same way.

She moves to the doorway, hovering there as she watches the scene before her. 

Natasha is sitting on top of the counter, her legs swinging playfully as you twirl in front of her, a bowl of pancake batter in your hands. Natasha laughs at you, her eyes shining with adoration as her hand catches your outstretched arm, pulling you to stand between her legs.

You place the bowl down on the counter, hands resting atop Natasha’s thighs as she cups your face gently, her nose brushing over yours and making you giggle.

“I love you,” Natasha whispers but it’s loud enough for Wanda to hear from her position, her heart clenching painfully at the words.

“I love you too,” you reply as easy as breathing, leaning in to press your lips against Natasha’s in a sweet kiss. 

Wanda feels the pang again, realising it was jealousy coursing through her. She felt like she was intruding on a private moment, her chest constricting as she takes a step backwards, ready to leave the room. 

The movement catches your eye and you pull back, smiling at Wanda. She wonders if it was the same way you smiled at Natasha, an ice-cold feeling rushing through her veins.

“There you are,” you say brightly as Wanda forces a smile in return. “I was wondering if you were trying to use up all the hot water.”

Wanda just shrugs, walking awkwardly to sit on one of the stools on the other side of the counter. Her eyes are locked on the mixing bowl in front of her and she misses the look of concern shared between you and Natasha.

“Everything okay?” Natasha frowns, eyes searching yours for what to do.

Ten minutes ago, the two of you had left Wanda happy and laughing in the shower, a far cry from the woman in front of you now.

“Yeah, just tired I guess,” Wanda replies, shaking her head to try and clear the funk that had settled there.

She can tell by the look on your faces that neither of you believes her but you don’t push, instead taking a step away from Natasha and grabbing the mixing bowl again.

“I’m making pancakes, did you want some?” Your voice is soft and gentle and Wanda can feel the concern leaking through your words.

“Sounds great,” Wanda answers you. “I’ll cut the fruit.”

Wanda moves to the fridge, taking a deep breath as she searches for the strawberries inside. 

Maybe her feelings weren’t so harmless after all?

I no longer do taglists but you can follow my library blog and turn on notifications to get alerts when I post a new story @puppiesbrainsandbabieshearts

[velvetwyrme]

aHhh okay so the discussions of Titan!Megatron on @callsign-relic's blog have fully. FULLY taken over my brain and ive been drawing stuff for it for like the last few days nonstop

the tl;dr of this is AU is pretty much "what if Megatron got turned into a titan/cityformer as a form of penance/imprisonment and now roams the empty wasteland of Cybertron forever" plus "IDW Megatron has really fucked up internals so... what if that, but as a City?"

and of course since he's a Titan, that also means he has a cityspeaker... or three. One per sub-AU thing. Theres 3 options. 3 flavours of AU.

i have so much art to make. but in the meantime, for more info! check out the #titan au tag on Relic's blog :]!! (also uhh potential ns//fw warning for the link shfjbdkd)

Hi. My battery is running out once again so design and art notes get chucked here instead of an image.

The cuffs and collar are hardwired into Megatron, so I made the lights the same colour as his biolights!

I imagine that on the tops of his shoulders there are solar panels, even if you can't see them here lol.

I really wanted to keep the swirly bits on Megatron's chest from IDW

Other art notes:

The second picture with the seekers is (loosely) inspired by a discussion about whether or not Megatron gets visitors or not. I thought about who would visit him and well... I think this is as close as Starscream realistically gets to visiting him.

Extra detail about that piece is that Thundercracker and Skywarp are keeping watch from above! Also drawing Megatron took me like 8 hours because I was struggling with his legs really badly kshffkbfkdsbdk,, the background went much faster, funnily enough.

Optimus specifically isn't wearing his Autobot badge any more.

This isn't relevant in this series of images, but Ultra Magnus's eye markings are only on the Magnus armour. His other two forms do not have them :] (... until he begins to discard the armour, that is.)

Megatron is roughly 3200m/2 miles tall. Technically he could have clouds around his knees, but I thought this looked a little bit cooler lol.

Also, height chart! Him big. I didn't even attempt to put a human for scale because that'd be. near impossible with this scale.

[androgynealienfemme]

"I know what butch is. Butches are not beginner FTMs, except that sometimes they are, but it's not a continuum except when it is. Butch is not a trans identity unless the butch in question says it is, in which case it is, unless the tranny in question says it isn't, in which case it's not. There is no such thing as butch flight, no matter what the femmes or elders say, unless saying that invalidates the opinions of femmes in a sexist fashion or the opinions of elders in an ageist fashion. Or if they're right. But they are not, because butch and transgender are the same thing with different names, except that butch is not a trans identity, unless it is; see above."

-"I KNOW WHAT BUTCH IS", Butch is a Noun, Essays by S. Bear Bergman (2006)

[drop-dead-dino]

I’m totally normal about these two totally normal dudes :) .

I don’t usually read fics, specially AU related ones, but this one GOT me, holy cow. Check it out if you fancy that sort of thing! 

Love, Death, and Rollerskates by @spadillelicious !

[centaur-dreaming]

All fic writers have that one document in their drafts that would end their entire career, social life, everything if anyone irl were to find it

[shinyshade8026]

Buzzes and Biscuits

Requested by: @skull-pup

S comes home from an exhausting day of work and wants to relax. They find V wanting to do the same.

Word count: 1900

It was just a day like any other for the disassembler. Tireless work for hours into the night left S trudging up the stairs with a tired expression set on their visor. There was a downside when it came to helping the workers rebuild the city and get things running. They weren’t the only disassembly drone working on this, of course, the others would help as well, and even a few strangers. The process was slow, but Copper-9, or at least the city around Outpost-3, was starting to look livable again, but it was taking up a lot of time and energy. It felt tense and sluggish when it got home, but they felt a bit more awake upon seeing their housemates and family. 

As S slowly made its way up the carpeted steps, it used its delicate sensors to pick up the sounds of the others in the house. Asmi and Cosmo were playing a game in the living room, while E and J were pressed together on one side of the couch, watching the young drones while having quiet conversations. S couldn't find the sound of one drone in particular, making their chassis prick uneasily. Where was V?

S finally made it up the flight of stairs and ended up on the second floor, casting a lazy glance down the hall. The faintest rattle of chains gave away the sound of L remaining where she was, making a devilish grin part the blonde drone’s lips. It turned its attention to its bedroom, already itching to lay in bed and just relax. Their clawed hand found the doorknob, their other rubbing their optics. They quietly turned the knob, thinking gleefully at the fact they didn’t have to go help with the city the next night.

As it twisted the knob and pushed open the door, S largely expected to see nothing but a dark room and their neatly made bed. Instead, they saw a familiar jacket and scarf plopped on the bed, and a certain silver-haired drone creating a lump in the bed as she buried her face into the pillows. It smiled softly, seeing V turn her head just enough so it could see one of her half-open optics staring into their mismatched ones. 

The shorter drone made a sleepy noise, which S assumed to be a greeting, and their partner returned her greeting with a small wave. They quietly walked to the bed, rubbing their eyes while V sat up, her silver hair in a slightly tangled mess. The blanket fell from its point on her back as she waved them towards her with a slowed motion. It chuckled, thinking her sleepiness was cute. V noted their chuckle, which made her huff and puff her cheeks in a fake pout, causing S to giggle more. They loved it when she was herself. Not the psychopathic or strong mask she put up. Herself. The sweeter, softer, and sometimes playful, worker drone from when they were younger. 

They knew she was only this way around them. It somehow made them feel… special... 

It crawled onto the bed, taking off its jacket and tossing it to sit by V’s. Once they had settled in a sitting position, V draped herself over their lap, stretching out like a big cat and giving them a sleepy smile. The modified drone felt their core flare up and their tail rattled happily while they lovingly ran a hand through her hair, eliciting a quiet purr from her.

They kept running their hand through her hair, gently shifting apart the small tangles until they could freely run their hand through her hair with no issues. While they did this, V’s purrs increased, her tail slowly swaying with pure contentment. S tilted their head to the side as they continued what they were doing, noticing how her tail went and coiled around its leg as she stretched even more.

“You’re sleepy,” it noted without much thought, gently smiling. The disassembly drone’s only response at first was a half nod followed by a yawn. 

Once her yawn finished, V spoke, “Mph… very sleepy, but I need to do something before I sleep or else I’ll forget to do it by the time I have to leave tomorrow,”

S twirled a strand of her hair in their fingers, their tail nudging hers to try and get it to move from their leg to their tail, “You think I’d be able to help, Vivi?”

The sprawled-out drone lightly batted away S’s hand and deployed one of her wings, the one furthest from S. They flexed their wing before glancing at their partner. “I need to sharpen the blades of my wings, I keep forgetting to do it while I have the time, so they’ve ended up getting a bit duller than I’d like,”

It nodded, reaching for the bedside table drawer to grab the whetstone they shared for their wings. V stretched out more, flexing her wing before pulling it in so S could start. Her eyes closed while her arms crossed under her head to make her comfortable. Before starting, S ran their hand through her hair again and leaned to place a kiss on the arm of her wing. The gesture made her jolt slightly and she whirled her head to them, the expression she was met with was a gentle and sweet smile, making her core burn and flutter. How in the hell did she get so lucky?

She settled back into her previous position as S gently ran the whetstone along the edge of her longest feather blade. The sound was quiet and constant, letting both drones tune it out and focus on the other sounds.

Like V’s very noticeable purring as she tried not to fall into the comfortable haze of sleep.

S chuckled, the buzzy sound feeling like music to their ears. Once they had finished that blade, it moved to the next, slowly sharpening the shiny, slightly scratched, metal blades. During the process, the canister end of V’s tail started to sway in a slow wagging motion as her entire body relaxed, making S smile even more as their tail began to do the same, with an added quiet buzzing noise.

The blonde drone worked efficiently, sharpening her wings thoroughly while moving quickly so the two could rest sooner, but not fast enough to make things uncomfortable for V.

Within a short while, S had finished V’s left wing and was nudging her to turn so they could sharpen the other one. She obliged, of course, sitting up on their lap to turn and lay the other way, but not before kissing them for a moment. The sudden action made the taller drone blush profusely, making the yellow-eyed one snicker before laying down again and deploying her other wing. 

S blinked a few times to snap back into reality while their blush settled to a few ticks on their cheeks. It started applying the whetstone to V’s other wing blades, humming a song quietly while it worked on them. 

They delicately traced one of their claws over some of the deeper scratches in her wings, a thin frown settling on their lips. They knew it was just from normal usage, but seeing V hurt in any way made its core ping with sadness. 

The sprawled-out drone notices its pause in working, tilting their head to see its face before gently taking its hand into theirs and kissing the softly glowing triangle on the back. S jolted from the action, the sweet touch bringing them out of their sad stupor. No words were shared between them, only a loving stare before S smiled and rubbed the side of her hand with their thumb, returning to running the whetstone along the edges of V’s wings to continue the sharpening process.

It went a bit slower for this wing, the blades dulled from usage on her dominant side. At this point, it seemed like the smaller of the two was asleep by now, but the readjustments and shifts every few minutes told S that she was still awake. By the time S had finished both of her wings, they wanted to fall backward and rest. To which they obliged.

V made a chirping noise as they did so, sitting up to give them a blank look before taking the whetstone from their hands, placing it onto the bedside table, and draping herself over their front. She momentarily snuggled her face into their neck, hearing their purring begin again from her affection. When she sat up again, she heard a small grumbled sound from them, which she rolled her eyes at with a smile while grabbing their brush. 

S watched as V lay down, holding the blanket to the side so they could come and snuggle her, an offer they quickly gave in to. The taller drone lays on top of her, their head near her core and their body coming up from between her legs. Once they had settled down, V tugged off their beanie to get at their hair, chewing on her lip from the tangles she knew her hand couldn’t work through. Well, that was why she grabbed the brush.

She started to run the brush through their pale blonde hair, careful not to hurt them as she brushed it out. They soon were reduced to a purring mess, their tail wagging underneath the covers. V held the side of its face in her palm, her thumb rubbing its cheek while she brushed out the tangles. She kept this up, getting every inch of their fluffy hair while reassuring the blue sections stayed together.

Drones, workers specifically, often commented that the disassembly drones behaved like cats, which V couldn’t exactly disagree, not when she acted cat-like during moments. Especially around S. Speaking of the drone, their optics had closed a couple of minutes into the brushing, and their hands had settled into a spot on her chest, fingers curled slightly toward their palms. 

V focused on their hair, keeping it fluffy and soft as she went through it. She assumed that S would fall asleep while she did this, so she locked in on her task, her own optics drooping as her sleepiness began to get at her due to being surrounded by comfort. S was strangely a good weighted blanket.

However, something snapped her out of focus, making her blink a few times in surprise and look down. What she saw provided a smile to her, and even a small chuckle. 

S was half awake, gently kneading ‘biscuits’ on her tank top. She could feel their clawed fingertips slightly graze her metal as they moved, but it didn’t bother her. She could hear its purring increase as they did this, encouraging V to continue purring as well, filling the space of their bed with the sound of buzzy purrs, a sweet sound to both of their audinals. 

V finished brushing their hair, half haphazardly tossing the brush somewhere else onto the bed before locking her fingers together on S’s back, holding them close as she fell into a sleep-induced state, S inching themself up her chest to get closer to her face. Their kneading slowed, and eventually stopped, as they soon fell asleep alongside her, a sleepy smile etched onto their face.

[smallidarityfan]

smallidarity highschool au

came up with this au like actually 2 years ago where it's mainly empires 2 smallidarity centric, with Jimmy as a student council member and Joel as an honours student who doesn't like the way Jimmy runs things around the school.

As payback for the regulations Jimmy put up that Joel thought was stupid, Joel does these elaborate 'The Office' style pranks on Jimmy (specifically) while Jimmy retaliates by trying his best to dig up dirt on Joel. This banter goes on for a while— however Joel ends up doing the pranks less as a statement, and instead more just to see how Jimmy would react... with his comical, cartoony villain yells, and... weirdly cute face....? (YAOI YAOI YAOI YAOI)

very very old au drawings below:

from July 2023

😭😭 joel does NOT look like a highschooler here 😭😭😭😭 (i also wanted to draw angst in the first two ig idk a year later it's pretty cringe [i am still cringe]) (also partially inspired by when I read "Go for it, Nakamura!" and the mc reminded me of joel for no actual reason. or maybe i was just thinking about that manga while drawing smallidarity. idk)

from November 2022:

I think these doodles were genuinely the first instance of me converting from being against mcyt shipping to for shipping LMAOO

[milla984]

With Neighbors Like These

Summary: Jack goes away for the weekend and Aaron and Reader can finally have some alone time (inspired by this concept)

Pairing: post season 12 Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: kissing, mutual masturbation, moderate dirty talk, penetrative sex, protected sex, established relationship, unspecified age gap, Hotch dealing with parenting issues, Jack is mentioned but not present

Word Count: 2k

The house was unusually quiet as you walked in, leaving your shoes at the entrance to proceed barefoot towards the small office Aaron had arranged for himself with a few retouches to the spare room in the back.

Despite having a key in case of emergencies and whatnot, like a very good neighbor, it was a common decision you’d only use it on specific occasions and mostly when Jack wasn’t around. A single soccer cleat lay abandoned in a corner in the living room; were it to happen on a regular day you knew the mere sight of it would have sparked a fierce argument, but this morning was different. 

The evening before a very concerned father had driven his fourteen-year-old son to the arranged meeting point, camping gear in tow, and Jack was now enjoying a two nights excursion somewhere in the local woods. You had a feeling that, conversely, Aaron wasn’t getting a kick out of the child-free weekend - confirmed by his rapid typing on the keyboard when you knocked on the wooden frame of the French door to catch his attention.

He looked at you and cracked a smile, still too focused on what he was doing. “It won’t take too long. I promise.”  

You dropped your purse under his chair and hugged him from behind, the scent of his aftershave filling your nose with pure delight.

“Feeling lonely, already?” 

“Why?!” he enquired. “I didn’t have to shout five times to turn off that damn videogame, last night… and nobody guzzled down half a gallon of milk directly from the bottle, at breakfast!”

“You’re also worried, I can tell,” you added and he shrugged, defeated, then went back to focusing on the screen.

He’d been working part-time as an FBI consultant for a law firm for about a year and you had never seen him putting his job before his kid: he was an active member of the PTA and even volunteered to chaperone whenever he could (something that many moms and other dads found incredibly hot, without a doubt). If he was working on a Saturday he was a hundred percent desperate for a distraction.

Your palms brushed over his shoulders and a delicate touch soon turned into a proper massage, kneading his muscles through the polo shirt he was wearing. 

“Relax. You’re too tense,” you mumbled. He had only shared a few unpleasant details about his life as a member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit in D.C. before he and Jack moved into the neighborhood; nevertheless, it didn’t take a genius to figure out his former employment as an FBI agent had taken a huge toll on both of them.

“I’m not sure I should have signed that consent form,” he confessed. 

“His entire class is with him and his teachers all have cell phones, nothing’s going to happen. Save for a few mosquito bites,” you replied. “And don’t get me wrong... but aren’t you being just a bit overprotective?!”

“Jack told me the same thing when I said I wanted to think about it. Except, he didn’t phrase it so nicely,” Aaron grinned and shook his head while he rose to his feet. “Sorry, enough with the family issues,” he apologized, “it’s a lovely Saturday morning. Have you got any interesting plans?” 

“I have. And they don’t involve homework,” you declared, and as you pushed his laptop to the opposite side of the desk he locked an arm around your waist, his expression reverting to a serious one.

“... so you’re a bad influence.”

The intimidating attitude he could pull off with a single stare never failed to make your legs turn into jelly. 

You lowered your voice to a purr. “You don’t even kn—”

His soft lips pressed onto yours stopped you mid-sentence. The fact he had a teenage son registered in your mind only as a foggy thought and the power he’d had on you since the instant you saw him jogging around the block was almost inexplicable.

“You’re right, no more homework. How about I take you out for lunch?” he proposed and the warmth of his breath on your skin ignited a fire you weren’t at all convinced you could control. Or would.

You hugged him tight, your bodies finally making contact. “How about we take care of something else, first?”

Aaron’s attitude towards romantic relationships exuded manners and consideration, the portrait of a gentleman from a different era, so the response to your suggestion came as a surprise: he’d always shown a preference for the intimacy of his bedroom, even though his palms stroking over your breasts to make your nipples grow stiff and visible through the fabric was the perfect sign he had no intention of wasting any time to move the action upstairs. 

Your tongues lustfully met in a second kiss, prompting you to let out an excited sigh as you blindly undid and removed his belt before letting it fall on the floor with a loud clunk. You reached for his zipper and he sighed in return but gasped a second later when you gave him a light push that forced him to sit down again. 

“Show me how you do it when we’re not together.”

Aaron’s eyes widened - confusion and stupor at the beginning, then the sheer thrill of the idea lit up his gaze. And made him hard entirely.

He sank into the cushion behind his back to finish unzipping his pants and pulling them down his hips so that his swollen erection was only contained by a thin layer of underwear. 

“You’re just going to watch?” he asked, locking eyes with you. You could have sworn that look alone increased the temperature in the room by a couple of degrees. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

You reached under the flowy dress to roll your panties along your thighs, letting them crumple around your ankles; you sat on the desk and lifted the skirt up to your waist, your feet resting on Aaron’s parted knees. 

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

He swallowed nervously but didn’t miss a movement of your fingers starting to draw circles around your most sensitive spot, guided by the aching tension in your belly; your mouth watered at the sight of his cock whipping free and he noticed, so he took his time to wrap his right hand around it.

You knew how to work his length, moving up and down in slow and long strokes as foreplay, nevertheless witnessing such a handsome man masturbating for you proved to be one of the most lascivious experiences of your life.

“I always think about you when I touch myself…” you confessed, and he held on to your ankle with his free hand while you rubbed your clit. 

“Are you trying to make me lose control?”

You nodded in confirmation and he growled. 

He was now coating his shaft and palm with the leaking precum, using only his index and middle finger to collect some of the slickness and spread it over the bulging head, the exposed glans glistening in the process. That was when he usually begged you to move faster, since his delicate skin was lubricated enough and increased friction meant pleasure - not pain.

“I’m really wet for you,” you teased him, your own desire pooling at your core, but his reaction threw you off balance. 

“Stop, please… stop,” he whimpered, “this is not…”    

His ragged breath made it difficult for him to articulate his words. “I need you.”

You gestured at the purse that was still under his chair and he handed it to you; sharing the house with a teenager meant Aaron had grown accustomed to some of his clean t-shirts randomly disappearing from his drawers and wardrobe, so you both knew nothing out of the ordinary could be hidden among his personal stuff. 

He stared at you, entranced, as you retrieved the small box you’d carried with you and tore one of the foil packages open. 

“A little closer, maybe…?” you joked, and when he stood up you bit your lower lip in anticipation. He kissed you lightly on your forehead as you unrolled the latex down his hardness, then you pinched his chin and smiled at him.

“Better?!”   

He whined again. “Not exactly.”

You grabbed him by the nape of his neck, speaking softly to his ear. “Make me come. I can’t wait anymore.”

The uninhibited request seemed to have flipped a switch in him: the sound of a pencil holder spilling its content made you laugh as Aaron enthusiastically raised your legs in the air and held them to his chest, so he could start rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds.

It was torture but he was damn good at it.

When he managed to get himself covered in your arousal he slipped the bulbous head past your entrance. “It’s so big…” you muttered.

Truth be told he wasn’t that well-endowed and you had nothing against it, since you’d never been keen on painful sex, still you welcomed him with a loud moan once he buried himself inside of you. Even a gentleman from another era didn’t mind a bit of flattering and appreciation of his manhood. 

He wasn’t as vocal, though, but his deep groans reverberated in his throat in a manifestation of primal, untamed passion; he looked so solemn it drove you insane, his brows furrowed and tiny droplets of sweat trapped between his short hair, almost as if he was directing all of his energies into screwing your brains out.

When his thrusts grew slower but more intense you wriggled your legs free and locked them around his waist: with a last, fierce grunt he twitched several times and you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment, which was always the biggest turn-on for you.

With your eyes still closed you welcomed the pressure on your lips, a not-so-subtle invitation to take his index and middle finger in your mouth; you sucked on them alternately, happy to oblige, tasting traces of the salty precum. You clawed at his forearm when he brought the wet digits to your clit, rubbing and drawing circles just like you’d shown him before.

“Aaron… I’m…” you mewled, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you - indeed - came with his throbbing cock still inside you, lungs pleading for air and inner muscles clenching around him.

He collapsed on top of you, the additional weight making you realize how harsh the desk’s smooth surface was on your back, yet you cupped his face and stroked his flustered cheeks with your thumbs. 

“I missed you so much,” you breathed out as soon as you were able to.

He pulled out and started to fix his clothes, and before he got rid of the condom he planted the sweetest kiss on your lips. “I’m sorry about the other weekend. Jack wasn’t supposed to play, last minute change of plans—”

“Don’t be sorry, I know you love going to his games,” you said, propping up on one elbow to straighten yourself as he stood in front of you. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to disappoint your biggest fans, would you?”

He was still heaving a little and looked at you with a pensive pout. “... what?!”

“I mean, you’ve seriously never noticed…?” you locked your hands behind his neck as you tried to come up with a good imitation of the cooing voice of the soccer moms who you knew swarmed the sidelines every time he was present.

“Aaron, can you help us move the coolers? Aaron, we need to rearrange those chairs! Aaron, come here and have some cake! We made it for you ‘cause you’re such a good dad and it’s soooooo hot!”

He laughed, the vibrations in his ribcage making your breasts jiggle, then he gave you his best smile to date. “You’re jealous?!”

You shrugged, holding him closer. “No. To be honest I don’t even blame them, you are a good dad. Which is very hot, by the way.”

“Thank you,” he laughed again as he wrapped you in his arms to kiss you one more time, forcing you to close your eyes and get lost in his tender embrace. You muffled a surprised gasp when he playfully nipped at your earlobe with another heart-stopping smile. 

“But just to be clear…” he added, his voice dropping to a whisper, “it’s usually cookies, not cake!”

NB: I don't really have an Aaron Hotchner fic taglist 'cause I usually write about Spencer Reid but if you wish to be tagged in future Hotch-centric works (SFW or not, who knows?) you can either send me an ask or leave a comment below.

[tagarilaghost]

I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT

yeaah... future trio got me too...

and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.

hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D

...ignore the rest

whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this

[auroraaura-111]

gods, i miss you. i miss touching you and having my hands in your hair while you rest your head on my stomach and wrap your hands around my middle. i miss talking to you and hearing your voice.

i want to cuddle you by having your head on my chest and your arm draped around my waist while i scratch the back of your head. i want you to show me how much you trust me by falling asleep on me and claiming it was the best rest of your life.

sometimes it scares me how much i want you. and not in a sexual way, but so closely intimate that i want to merge my body with yours. it brings tears to my eyes, not of sadness, but… of overwhelming emotion, i suppose. i love touching you. i love softly caressing your hair, twirling it around my fingers, scratching your scalp. i love gently sliding my fingertips across your face, along your jaw and neck, cupping your cheek, moving your silky curls out of your face. i love sitting on your lap, pressing myself against you, just showing you how much i love you through touch.

fuck, i miss you so much.

- when you miss your comfort character but they live in a different universe

[chirpsythismorning]

Yeah a teaser dropping on ST day would be cool. But can we agree that a DNA board reveal would be infinitely better?

[viperwhispered]

Too Little

Part three of Jamil (not) dealing with feels here we go. Jamil x reader, Jamil’s pov Previous parts: part one, part two

This was stupid.

Here he was, rolling around in bed, unable to sleep because thoughts of you filled his mind.

It had been futile of Jamil to think that he could simply brush your presence aside, that he could treat you like just another schoolmate and not let you consume his mind. 

Not when every quiet moment had him reach for his phone in hopes of a new message from you.

Not when you kept on finding new ways to make his heart skip a beat every time he saw you.

Not when he missed you more acutely every time you weren’t there.

So, despite his best efforts, his mind treaded those same paths, time and again, occupied by all the parts of you. Your expressions, your mannerisms, your words, every single detail committed to his memory and played over and over.

He suspected that at this point he’d be able to recreate most of your expressions just from memory. Your voice, too, playing so clearly in his mind.

Not to even mention those oh so tantalizing what ifs, supplying him with even sweeter temptations than the confines of reality and memory could provide.

What it would feel like to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you, to-

No. No no no. He would not go there.

Jamil could feel the heat burning in his cheeks and he rolled over, groaning into his pillow.

This was ridiculous. Absolutely preposterous.

Yet, there was no getting out of it.

He wanted you.

He wanted more of you, so much more than what he had.

Because each taste of you left him craving more, each glimpse made him want to uncover everything there was to you.

Even the parts you might consider ugly, as sappy as that was.

What kind of people did you like, anyway?

Charming? Intelligent? Funny?

Rich and influential? 

Did you even like guys? Or relationships in general?

Just the thought - relationship - made Jamil's cheeks burn even brighter, made his legs twitch under the covers.

Yet, somehow, it did not sound so bad.

To have you.

To be yours.

To know and be known.

He huffed and turned over onto his back.

As if his duties left room for something for himself, left enough of him to share with someone like that.

And would you like what you saw in him, anyway?

Yet, his excuses were beginning to sound more and more hollow.

After all, he was nothing if not resourceful, and so far you’d shown no signs of shying away, even as you dug your way deeper.

Jamil stared at the canopy over his bed with unseeing eyes.

He’d have to do something about this.

Because if he didn’t, he might just lose his mind.

But was the alternative any better? Could he even handle it? The full force of you, if - and it was a big if - you were to accept him.

Even now, when you looked at him in that particular way of yours… He never could hold your eyes for long when that happened. The softness and the warmth he saw were far too overwhelming, always forcing him to turn away lest he made a complete fool of himself.

If he were to have that, with the full force of affection intention behind it… How could he even bear it?

Like the other day… You’d found Jamil in the middle of his chores and dragged him away, his to-do list crumbling when you grabbed his hand and led him outside.

He was all too aware of how his protests had been half-hearted at best. How your sudden appearance, your touch had shut down every sensible part of him, leaving him unpleasantly raw.

And by the time he’d gathered himself, nearly convinced himself he had other things he should be doing instead, you were sharing ice creams outside Sam’s, to celebrate the first warm day of the year.

As if it wasn’t warm in Scarabia year round.

As if he hadn’t been too preoccupied by your happiness and enthusiasm to bring himself to heel.

Sometimes, it was all he could do not to be swept away by you, barely keeping his head above the surface.

So, what choice did he have but to act?

You’d made a home in his heart already, whether he asked for it or not.

All he could do was take control of what he could.

Eta: you can find part 4 here and part 5 / the final part here. Oh dear I'm starting to get tempted to write this from the reader's pov as well. Or maybe I'll just have to ramble about the thought process behind this at some point to get that out of my system. I also considered going to a more horny direction with this but decided to go with this kind of yearning in the end. But, if the horny version is of interest for y'all, maybe I can do that as an alternative / supplementary thing to this series, or some sort of a standalone at some point. Hope y'all enjoyed! One or two more parts are still to come. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @mazapanmiau @perilous-pasta @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for any future works, do let me know! Also feel free to specify if you only want tags for particular kinds of works (like sfw/nsfw for example).

[loveelizabeths]

september

— love elizabeth s.

[ragazziamagix]

Reasons why I think season 2 was peak

Aisha's introduction to the group

she came to serve peak

Helia's introduction

he delivered beauty and romance

The pixies I actually like them

This episode of Riven supporting musa (epi 15)

you tell them Riven

Episodes 21 and 22 (I literally would love if the reboot would use more episodes like that

look at Riven serving looks

This Stella moment (go save Brandon u-u)

Friendship bonding! :D cute

Flora iconic daydream

dont worry girl your dream will come true

Iconic episode: Hallowinx!

Team Work at Cloud Tower, honestly the teamwork in general was peak in this season

This Stella and Aisha

THE VILLAINS! Darkar is SO underrated seriously I kinda wish on this fandom he was more discussed lol and obviously Dark Bloom forever iconic

THE ROMANCE, I really think season 2 had the best romantic moments ❤

The end ? Anyway s 2 is queen (because I can't even talk more, this season is just complete, good writing very nice villains great new characters that will stick for ever, team work delivered in more than just a few episodes... The action was good, the romance was sweet, and the fun episodes were great I think this season is where winx is at their best writing tho I understand why s 3 is the most loved ~ enchantix is the most iconic form)

[sincerely-sofie]

New ship dynamic: Guard Dog x Sacrificial Lamb.

It’s undying devotion to someone who was doomed from the start. It’s someone believing in you when you don’t believe in yourself.

It’s the desire to protect that rages and spits in the face destiny. It’s the desperation for a life with someone when you were born to die.

It’s the willingness to bloody your hands so that theirs remain unblemished. It’s a longing to be a person when you are meant to be a symbol.

It’s an insurmountable distance between you and your love the length of a pedestal, the length of columns that hold up the heavens, the length of that wretched gap between the divine and the mortal, the length of an altar that’s never quite been scrubbed clean when everyone knows it will only spill over with crimson again.

It’s asking yourself if you'd fight against fate for them and knowing that your answer has only ever been always.

It's asking yourself if you'd fulfill your destiny even if it means leaving them behind and wondering when your answer became never.

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 29 : parasite

made a gif for it because you know i love gifs haha