#sharing this in case anyone else is unsure and wants to check

[idkrpg-ideas]

For those who're curious, here is the specific paragraph that mentions this, located on page 217 of Planar Adventures;

"While the watchers stride Jandelay’s streets and tend to its needs, the even larger Oliphaunt is Jandelay’s greatest champion. Itself a being of utter chaos and destruction, the Oliphaunt might seem an unlikely guardian for a law-infused museum of forgotten worlds, and it might be tempting to theorize that the watchers have trapped it on the demiplane, or even created it and forced it to act as sentinel. But in truth, and despite their considerable powers, the watchers are nowhere near potent enough to achieve such a feat. The true creator of the Oliphaunt, the true warden forcing it to remain Jandelay’s guardian and prisoner, is none other than the Oliphaunt itself. The Oliphaunt is a physical, living embodiment of the apocalypses that left the remnants from which Jandelay is made; much as morbid fascination causes onlookers to stare at the aftermath of a horrific accident, the Oliphaunt is compulsively drawn to these remnants of utter annihilation."

So what is Jandelay?

One of the earliest and longer-running mysteries in Pathfinder was the identity of the mysterious Jandelay, mentioned only in the statblock of the Oliphaunt of Jandelay. In Mythic Realms, it remained ambiguous if Jandelay was a creature, an event, a plane, or some other mysterious entity, with the only hints about it being the poem carved into the base of the enormous Spindlethorn:

Jandelay, proof against the Maelstrom, Jandelay, of green fields and faultless spires; No sane soul born dares trespass fair Jandelay For the Oliphaunt guards you always.

But five years later, (almost) every question about the mysterious Jandelay was answered in Planar Adventures! It’s a demiplane, but not just any old demiplane! It is a bubble of pure Law floating on the surface of the Maelstrom in stark defiance of the Maelstrom’s desire to subsume all that is back into chaos. It refuses the Maelstrom’s pull and instead exploits the source of all quintessence, drawing it out as needed in order to maintain itself for its unique purpose.

Also known as the Apocalypse Archives, Jandelay is a realm of rolling green grass fields with alabaster spires placed regularly throughout… and thousands upon thousands of stitched-together, chimeric and chaotic arrangements of various biomes, architectures, and environments. Whenever a Watcher places a Beacon of Jandelay down upon a doomed world, it marks that section of the planet for collection by the plane. When the world is destroyed by the apocalypse which summoned the Watchers in the first place, every area marked by the Beacon is torn from the world and placed on Jandelay, merged together with other marked sections with little regard for whether or not the arrangement makes sense, but the magic of the plane and the attentions of the Watchers maintains these sections even when they would have logically crumbled away or annihilated one another (such as if a section of glaciers ended up next to an active volcano). Sapient lifeforms preserved by the Watchers are combined into a Collected, a form of Outsider with the minds and memories of dozens or perhaps even hundreds of creatures, bound eternally to the stitched remains of the world they were “rescued” from and allowed to wander it, but no further.

It’s not directly stated if animal life is taken along for the ride, but what IS canon is that Watchers use their perfect memories and passion for crafting, as well as knowledge obtained from the Collected, to build facsimiles of various flora and fauna that didn’t manage to get saved, using their constructs to decorate the world-sections. Despite this adorable behavior, Watchers don’t exactly make for good company, so the Collected tend to live a lonely existence. It’s not like anyone really visits.

Any knowledge about Jandelay is understandably difficult to come across. How the Runelords learned anything about the Oliphaunt or the plane itself is a mystery that yet endures, because dimensional travel straight up does not work. Any attempt to use Plane Shift or ANY other form of dimensional travel to enter, exit, or even just travel around inside Jandelay fails if the user doesn’t succeed a DC 41 Will save (something the Watchers must be innately immune to despite their statblock saying no such thing, else they can’t escape or re-enter their own home if they roll lower than 15), and Gate or similar effects fizzle automatically without allowing a save unless the caster is Mythic or the source is an Artifact.

So to even know about it, your world will already have to be on its way out the door. You need to succeed a DC 28 Will save (or be immune to Inconspicuous) to see a Watcher, NOT freak out about it, then convince it to tell you a little about itself, and then further convince it to tell you about Jandelay… and if you want to GO there, that’s a DC 41 Will save or you simply can’t without burning another spell slot or resource to try again. And Armageddon continues to breathe down your neck as you try again! And if, by some miracle, you end up there? Well, good luck getting out with any swiftness, especially since you’d need to not only have more castings of Plane Shift, but a safe destination in mind to recollect yourself as you grapple with knowing your world is gone. That kind of thing changes a person! Is it any wonder why knowledge about Jandelay is so hard to come by, when the conditions for gaining even tiny scraps are so severe? (No, you can’t just summon a Watcher; they have far too many HD for anything lower than Gate to work)

It’s not super dangerous in the archives, at least. if you wanted, you could wait to get your slots and sanity back while looking at the past destroyed worlds. Maybe even find your own. The Watchers don’t attack creatures who merely examine the exhibits–that’s what they’re there for, after all–but any attempt to damage them and you’ll find out there’s a lot more of the creepy crawlies than you know about hiding just outside your senses.

And then there’s the Oliphaunt itself. Chaos made manifest, a mountain made flesh, a storm given purpose. It’s the Oliphaunt that protects Jandelay from all intruders, its own presence the one that imposes the travel restrictions for reasons that can only be guessed at (which means that if it’s NOT in Jandelay, one can travel there without making a save! easy, right?) and the greatest deterrent to the Proteans who’d otherwise object to Jandelay’s presence. The origins of the Oliphaunt, and of Jandelay, are stated in surprisingly plain terms: the Oliphaunt created itself, and made Jandelay soon after. Then, Jandelay itself birthed the Watchers to tend to it. The Oliphaunt is stated to be the incarnated form of the idea of the apocalypse; the manifestation of calamity and destruction on a planetary scale, drawn to observe its collection of destroyed worlds for its own inscrutable reasons.

It leads me to believe it was born shortly after the rampage of Rovagug, the collective dying gasps of thousands of worlds and gods coalescing into a single being, and it created Jandelay as a method to assure no more worlds would be forever lost and forgotten; something by no means canon, but it makes the most sense to me. What also is not canon but makes sense to me is that the Oliphaunt, as the incarnation of world-destroying calamities, should not be an entity the players can reasonably fight. We’ll see how I approach this particular challenge this Friday!

[ilovesnat]

Finding Love on the Birthday

Pairings: Natasha x Reader

Summary: Natasha was stocked with files and reports on her birthday when you surprised her.

Warnings: None

A/N: This sucks, I don't like the way it's written, It's too short, and kind of late for Nat's birthday, but some of you wanted it sooo,

Natasha was an expert at her job, a spy with the ability to adapt to any situation. But behind her professional attitude, her heart yearned for something more. A deep longing for a true connection, someone who would understand her in ways no one else could.

On one night, that desire came to fruition. Natasha was working late on her birthday, focused on a particularly challenging case. She had no idea what time it was - only that she was determined to finish the project before the night was through.

Suddenly, she felt a light touch on her shoulder. Surprised, she swung around in her chair to see a stunning woman standing before her.

"Happy birthday, Natasha!!!" You said with a lively smile.

Natasha was caught off guard, unsure if she should be pleased or annoyed. "What are you doing here, Y/N?" she asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

"I couldn't let your birthday pass by without celebrating," You replied. "I brought cake and presents."

Natasha rolled her eyes, but a small smile appeared on her lips. She was used to your playful shenanigans, and secretly, she was grateful for the distraction.

As the two of you laughed and chatted, Natasha's heart began to warm. You were different from anyone she had ever met before - direct, honest, and with an infectious energy that made Natasha feel alive.

You sat together for hours, talking about everything and nothing, until Natasha finally looked up at the clock and saw that morning was just around the corner.

"Y/N, I have to finish this report," Natasha said reluctantly. "But thank you for coming, I almost thought that no one remembered my birthday."

"Of course, how could I forget your birthday when you are so special?" You replied, standing up. "I'll let you get back to work."

As you left, Natasha sighed. She wished she could just pause time and stay in that moment forever. But it wasn't meant to be.

With a heavy heart, Natasha turned back to her work. She didn't realize that you had left something behind until she heard the rustling of papers.

Natasha jumped up, ready to confront whoever was tampering with her work. But when she turned around, she saw you, still standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" Natasha asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"Just checking to see if you need any help," You replied, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Natasha rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help smiling. Your persistence was both endearing and frustrating, and Natasha had no doubt that she would have done anything to help her.

As you stood there, waiting for her response, Natasha realized that she had found something special in this woman. Someone who could understand her in ways that no one else could and who challenged her to be the best version of herself.

"Yes," Natasha said finally, "I need your help."

Your eyes lit up, and she quickly made her way to Natasha's side. Together, they worked through the night, finishing the report and then sharing stories from their past.

As the sun was rising on Natasha's birthday, they finally finished. You handed her a small gift, wrapped in sparkling paper.

"Happy birthday, Natasha," You said, your heart in your eyes.

Natasha unwrapped the gift slowly, not wanting the moment to end. Inside was a necklace, shaped like a love heart.

"It's perfect," Natasha whispered, tears in her eyes.

You leaned in, your lips close to Natasha's ear.

"You're perfect," she said, her words filling Natasha with a warmth that spread through her whole body.

For a moment, they stood there, surrounded by the night and the silence, the only sound the beating of their hearts.

And then, finally, as dawn broke over the city, Nat brushed her lips against you.

It was a moment that Natasha would never forget, a moment that changed her life in ways she could never have imagined. From that day forward, she knew that she was no longer alone - she had You, her friend, her lover, and her partner in crime. Together, you would face any challenge that came your way, and you two would face it as one.

[brokenpieces-72]

Monster!141 x jackalope/wendigo reader

The following is based on the hybrid au of @bluegiragi and includes the reader character of @diejager

TW: Mentions of trauma, some violence and mentions of death

No Going Dark

Continuation of Sizes

It goes…slow…very slow.

The Percht is a violent creature and it’s hard for you to not get defensive when it charges as soon as he shifts. Still, you do everything to show it who’s boss, and who should be in control. This does help your strength training so it isn’t a complete waste but the beast is persistent. You try to communicate with it with screeches, roars, clicking, and even cooing, but nothing seems to work. König is frustrated and keeps saying there’s no point. Nothing stops you though, and this stubbornness and determination is something Soap passed on to you. You keep going at it, getting into a fight each time, sometimes coming back to base in rougher shape than before. Hunter doesn’t bother trying to dissuade you, simply scolds you from getting into such a dangerous fight.

One day, you get lucky and the Percht doesn’t attack you. Not the first time it’s done this, as sometimes it will put you in a false sense of safety like a stalking lion waiting for the prey to make the first move before attacking. It recognizes you properly as a threat but it knows that you are not the instigator so it simply waits for you to strike first. To anyone outside the two of you it would look like animals making noises and body language at each other. You don’t share it much with others, but sometimes the wendigo is its own entity. When you shift you’re in control but sometimes it comes out as your protector. In this case, it is speaking for you.

“You…dead… “ it wasn’t a threat.

“No. I am living. The earth gives me life.”

“Monster like…me.”

“Yes. But good monster. Protect you. Protect vessel. Protect pack.” You reply.

The Percht seems to laugh.

“Don’t need pack. Need kills. Need death.”

“No. You need pack. My pack, welcomes you. You must join. Survive.”

The Percht considers it for a moment.

“What you want?”

“You join pack.” You say. “Let vessel control. You make kills.”

The Percht stares at you and considers your proposal. The wendigo waits for its response patiently, but shifts a little. The Percht gives its answer.

“Want kills…want…control…”

“Pack is home… you join.”

The wendigo moves closer until their heads are inches from each other, before it stretches its neck to press its skull against the percht’s head. The Percht is oddly calm, and both of their bodies seem to relax for a moment. The percht’s head pushes against the wendigo but doesn’t part with it. It’s an odd moment of communalism, and one you share with König and your shared other halves.

The Percht is still known to take over, but König is able to have more control than he did previously. When Price learns about this, he is admittedly impressed, and encourages the two of you to work more. The rest of the team becomes more comfortable with König and even Rudy and Gaz give him more acknowledgement. König also becomes more comfortable with you, and you learn more about each other. Horangi’s presence is still regular, but he doesn’t feel as strong of a need to keep König in check when you and Hunter are nearby.

König returns the favour of teaching him control by teaching you how to fight bigger targets like him, in human and monster form. Soap keeps an eye on you though, still a little uneasy about König and if he has work to do, Ghost keeps watch and even offers some pointers for you.

König gets more and more comfortable with you and you with him. Seeing the pup getting closer with him makes the pack a little jealous, but less tense. On missions the two of you start to be partnered up, sometimes as clean up but usually as a destructive distraction.

When he does lose control or you’re unsure you approach and will carefully place your head against his. If he backs away it means he’s not there or someone else is nearby that’s considered a threat. If he presses back you know he’s safe.

Your relationship with König is a bit odd; you tend to him like you’re older than him. While you don’t talk down to him, and he gives the orders, when it comes to the beginning or end of missions you’re right beside him ready to help, and do check-ins during ops to see if he needs support. You’re one of the few people on base he feels comfortable around.

You encourage him to get closer with other members, specifically Rudolfo and Gaz as they tend to keep closer watch on König when they’re in the same room. Relationships go both ways though, and König’s hesitation calls for a different approach. Both men are uneasy. Yes they’re all hybrids and yes König had been showing better control, but his pleasure in his work makes them apprehensive.

“You guys came looking for me when I lost control.” You say. They look at each other.

“Yes but you weren’t mindless.” Rudolfo points out.

“He’s not either.” You argue.

“But you didn’t attack anyone. And he attacked you and could’ve killed you and us.” Gaz adds on.

“The report says he’s innocent.”

The conversation is like two older siblings trying to tell their younger sibling no over and over again. Your pleading bunny eyes is making it hard for them to stay firm. The missions and ops had been going well, and König was more cautious and careful in his rampages. They’re willing to give him some lenience, and there is some sparring between the three of them, that shows his softer side.

König learns other things about you though. He takes notice of you in the rec room, curled up on a couch napping. He gets closer and notices you squirming and moaning. Without much hesitation he wakes you. It startles you a little but you’re relieved. He doesn’t ask about it and instead asks rather bashfully if you want to rest against him. You end up laying on your side against his chest while he does some reading. You start fitting again, but it’s more violent. He holds on to you before gently shaking you. When you wake you don’t have the chance the lash out, with König using his large arms to hold you against him. You’re in tears and hyperventilating though and you make small noises that makes him concerned.

He doesn’t stop you from nestling into him, keeping a gentle hold on you. His wrap around you gets a little tighter, reminding you he’s there.

“Sorry.” You say.

“Bad Dream?” He asks, rhetorically. You don’t respond, and you don’t have to, as he put a hand on your head.

“König… don’t go into the dark alone…”

He wasn’t expecting you to say something so cryptic but he doesn’t pry at its meaning.

“I won’t… not alone.” He says. You tug at his shirt and he rubs your back and plays with your hair a bit until you’re able to fall asleep again. Soap comes in and finds you two. König’s face goes a little red while Soap just looks surprised you’re able to settle so well.

“Mind if I join ya?” He asks before sitting down on the arm rest. “She sleep the ole time?”

“N-no… she did wake up. Bad dream.” König admits.

“She ask you not to go into the dark alone?” He asks, his teasing grin turning to a serious expression. König nods.

“You know what it means?”

“I had some guesses. Kid told me her parents were off their bloody nuts, abused her and even locked er up in the basement. The only food they gave her made her a wendigo.” Soap explained. König had some guesses based on your old scars but didn’t realize it had gone so far. His hold around you gets tighter and he rests his chin on you head.

“What did you tell her…when she asked you?” Soap asks curiously.

“Told her I wouldn’t go… not alone at least.” König says quietly. He gets a pat on the shoulder from Soap.

“Want me to take her to her room?” Soap offers with his hands out. König holds you in a way that says “no mine”.

“I-I’m comfortable here. Thank you sergeant.” König mutters, starting to get sleepy himself. Soap sticks around and chats quietly with König. While Soap has left you and König together on missions before there was often a lingering bit of concern, especially after the tracking incident. You’ve only asked the two of them that question, not wanting to lose anyone else.

Your trauma is your own and you don’t share it if you don’t have to. Growing up your mother was obsessive over you, thinking you were some vessel for a creature you weren’t. You were once a jackalope through and through but now…you were a monster, after she locked you up and tossed down someone who was your friend at one point. You don’t remember their name very well, but recall them calling on you and your mother turning them away. It started your small rebellious phase, wanting to try new things and live a normal life. Only after you had to consume the food did the wendigo appear, in the horrible form you lost control over. The wendigo form you preferred manifested as a protector fighting and encouraging you to eat better. You hadn’t known much about it until recently, and assumed the one that craved human flesh was the only one there was. You don’t know how everything unfolded as everything was an on and off blur. Eventually you were taken away from your home and put into the program, and given a retainer to help you with your abnormalities.

Now you were in the custody of the 141. Soap didn’t wake you to tell you about the papers.

@yourlovely-moon @kaoyamamegami @H0n3y_L3m0n @sans-chara

[luminoustarlight]

Leo Campo is a romantic. He’s a ladies man until he finds the one, but you better believe he treats every woman he’s ever hooked up with like they’re his world. He’s just an affectionate guy. Call it a symptom of being Italian. Pet-names roll off of his tongue smoothly, always punctuated with a little smirk.

“Can I get you anything else, sweetheart?” He’ll ask the unsuspecting girl at the bar.

The most frequent reply is “just your number,” which has definitely gotten old. He doesn’t actually give it out; he just takes them upstairs and gives them something better.

He’s a tender lover, always attentive to the needs of the woman he’s pleasuring. And the women are always satisfied.

Between the adoring nicknames and innate ability to make a woman cum three times before he cums himself, many girls begin hoping for something more than a one night stand. All of it offers them a false sense of the possibility of a relationship. Because how can a man be so sweet and not want something more?

Because Leo Campo is certain he’ll know the love of his life when he sees her. Maybe she walks into the bar, maybe he meets her while he’s coaching soccer.

Or, in your case, at your apartment where he’s delivering pizza.

If only you’d known how handsome the pizza delivery guy was going to be, you would’ve bothered to clean the smeared mascara from your eyes. You wouldn’t have answered the door with an oversized t shirt hanging off one of your shoulders, no bra to hold up your goods, and an old pair of sweatpants you’ve had since college.

“Oh my God,” slips out of your mouth. Your first instinct is to slam the door. Your tongue feels dry and your broken heart hasn’t forgotten how to hammer in your chest. Breakups happen every day. It’s okay that you look like a hot mess, minus the hot part.

You’ve ordered pizza from Vince’s dozens of times and that Jogi kid always delivers your pizza.

Who is this tall, dark-haired man with a smile that makes you think maybe you won’t feel miserable forever?

“How ya doin’?” He asks you, clearly not taking in any context clues as to how your night is going.

“Uh,” you begin unsurely. Are you really about to have a conversation with this guy in a pair of sweatpants with a guacamole stain on the right thigh? “I’ve been better. Hence the absolute atrocity standing before you.”

“Where?” He smiles without missing a beat. Because somewhere beneath your disheveled appearance, he sees a girl he desperately wants to get to know. Who broke your heart? And how does he mend it?

“I don’t suspect you have anyone to share this pizza with?”

“Not as of 8:16 this morning.” Yes, you know the exact minute you found your piece of shit ex-boyfriend cheating on you with his co-worker.

“Well, as of,” Leo checks his watch, “7:24 this evening, now you do.”

“You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

“I suppose.”

“Aren’t you working?”

He shrugs. “It’s the end of my shift. Are you going to let me in?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Is this the beginning of a Dateline episode?”

This makes Leo chuckle. Of course you’re tentative. You’re an attractive, single woman who has no right trusting any man at all, let alone a random pizza delivery guy.

But there’s something about his smile that quells your anxiety. No ulterior motives, just genuine kindness.

“I can call my Ma, if you want,” Leo suggests half seriously. “You can talk to her and learn everything about me.”

Your bottom lip snags beneath your teeth as you open your door to let the handsome stranger in. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Leo.” He sets down your pizza on the coffee table. “Leo Campo.”

requests are open for leo and several other hayden characters!

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[deceptive-daydreams]

So me and @gravedigginbbydoll were talking about Eddie after the upsidedown and I decided I needed to share it with y'all so you can cry with us

Eddie x reader, hurt/comfort blurb - post upsidedown Eddie, angst with fluff at the end

I'm thinking about post upside down Eddie, his injuries rendering him disabled, his left half of his body being weaker and not as mobile as his right due to nerve damage. He keeps getting better and better through physical therapy and hes super excited for his next doctors appointment because he's been making a lot of progress. You take him to his appointment and they tell him that the nerve damage is too severe and that this is probably the best it's gonna get which means he'd need to continue using his cane to walk and would still require assistance for basic tasks. They tell him that there's very little chance that his condition improves even as he continues physical therapy. As the doctor explains this to him, his expression is blank, no emotion behind his eyes. He hums every now and then to let them know he's listening but he seems very removed.

The doctor discusses the best course of action, instructing that he continues to live with someone who can assist him in his day to day until he's able to adapt to his new lifestyle. You hold his hand, brushing your thumb over his knuckles as a comforting gesture but he still stares straight ahead emotionless, only humming in response after every other sentence.

When the doctor asks if he has any questions he shakes his head, devoid of any kind of reaction. You take the initiative and ask things like if he should continue his exercises that he's learned in physical therapy, if there's anything at all that he can do to create a best case scenario and possibly improve his condition, etc. Throughout the conversation Eddie's like a ghost and completely checked out, eyes glued to the sterile white wall.

As you drive him home, back to his new trailer which had been paid for by the government, he maintains his stoic expression, staring ahead and not engaging in any conversation you attempt to start. When you try to ask him if he wants to stop by the diner for milkshakes before heading home he just shakes his head, not once offering you any eye contact.

When you pull up to the trailer, he gets out with a groan, his injuries still causing some pain though he persists through it and slams the car door, making his way to the wooden steps. You rush to his side but he waves you off, muttering an "I got it." somewhat irritably but still with a blank face.

Once he gets inside he sits on the couch, cane grasped in his hand tightly, his knuckles almost turning white. You're unsure of what to do from here, if you should leave him alone for a little bit and maybe just do some chores around the trailer or if you should keep him company. You don't want to make the wrong move, not because there's really any consequences but because he was just given some really life changing news that would scare anyone if they were in his position. You can't imagine being told that you aren't going to get much better when your mobility is already highly impacted. That you'll be fatigued almost 99% of the time. That it'd be best to look into finding a new profession, the role of a mechanic off the table. It's all so overwhelming.

Before you can decide if you're going to give him some space or simply sit with him and maybe hold his hand if he lets you, he tosses his cane to the floor, knocking against the coffee table in the process and startling you slightly. He's tugging on the roots of his hair before burying his head into his hands, a few sniffles heard from him.

At his outburst, you rush to him, kneeling on the floor in front of him, running your hands down his arms and whispering to him that it's okay. You know it's very clearly not okay but what else was there to say? He needed some kind of positivity. You knew it would be okay but right now it wasn't. Not for him. You start to whisper "I know, I know." sympathetically, running your fingers through his bangs gently.

Suddenly he's burying his face into your chest, clutching your shirt in his hands tightly as he sobs, gutteral cries erupting from him. Something you'd never heard come out of him before. You let him sob, scream, cry, everything. You don't tell him to shhh soothingly, you don't tell him to stop crying, you just let him feel. Because his life is never going to be the same and maybe there was some part of him before that somewhat knew that but to receive confirmation is a whole different thing. To hear someone else say those words to you is a different kind of startling. So you know in this moment he just needs to feel his emotions and let everything out. You hold him for several minutes, running your hands down his back, raking your fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck how he likes.

When he finally calms down enough to talk, his cheeks are stained with tears, lashes collecting them before they fall, his voice broken. He starts talking about how he hates being a charity case, someone holding everyone else back, how no one deserves that, how you and Wayne don't deserve that. He doesn't want a babysitter. He hates that you have to help him all day, assisting in the most simple tasks that he used to be able to do with no issue. He hates seeing you fold his laundry, hates that you do the dishes and clean the kitchen, hates that you cook him meals. Not because he's ungrateful but because he should be able to do all those things himself. And now he knows he can't and it takes a toll on him.

He talks about how he'll be percieved by Dustin and the rest of the kids. How they won't think as highly of him anymore and that they'll forget all about him since he's unable to do everything he was once able to. DND nights will be limited because fatigue washes over him like a wave at the most random times and one second he'll have a good amount of energy, the next he feels so out of breath and needs to take a second. He thinks the kids will suddenly hate him and think he's such a downer with the way his condition wears him out and how slow he walks. He talks about how they were all so excited for this trip everyone had been planning to the waterpark and how he could technically still go but he wouldn't be able to do anything, he'd just sit there all day and probably get sun burnt without the fun of actually getting to go on the waterslides. Steve would probably revel in the fact that he'd become the go to 'big brother' figure, leaving Eddie in the dust.

You just hold him and shed a tear or two along with him because his life will forever be changed but you know he's still the same Eddie and he can't seem to grasp that. He thinks so lowly of himself and you can see in his eyes that he's devastated. You tell him that no matter what, everyone still loves him and that no one is going to forget about him just because he's disabled now. Sure, he's going to have to adapt to a new lifestyle but if anyone can do it, he can. You reassure him that no one will think less of him, that they'll still invite him to outtings even if most of them he may turn down due to his fatigue. They'll still include him regardless of his condition, even if it's something he might not be able to necessarily do, they'll still find a way to include him. His friends aren't just going to stop being his friends.

You remind him that you don't mind helping him throughout the day and neither does Wayne. You tell him that this has become one big family and after the events of the upsidedown, everyone is essentiallly bonded to each other. Wayne would rather him be alive than anything and the fact that Eddie almost died really did a number on him. So if Wayne has to help him with every day tasks, he doesn't mind one bit if it means he gets to continue living with his rebellious, loud nephew, if he gets to continue laughing with him over stupid late night shows on the couch and sit down at the diner every week to debrief and talk about life.

Although you mention the bright side of life and how his condition isn't going to define him and that he can still do the things he wants, just maybe a bit differently than he's used to, he doesn't take well to it. It's understandable, he was just given the news that his life will never be like it was before the stupid upsidedown. So him lashing out isn't exactly a surprise to you.

He doesn't yell but he does raise his voice and it almost sounds like he's reprimanding himself more than you. His words are harsh and he says things like "maybe everyone would be better off if I didn't make it out, you'd like that wouldn't you?", "What, so you think I'm just gonna hobble everywhere?", "You have no idea what it's like, my life has been taken from me, I can't play shows anymore, I can't even fuckin' work, I'm useless." You can tell he's being irrational, the news still fresh in his brain, causing him to act out and give in to the taunting words in his mind. When he tells you to leave him alone you do your best not to take it personally. He says it until you finally walk away, continuing to take care of some chores around the trailer which only drives him even more nuts. He sits there on the couch shaking, his world crumbling around him. You want to stay by his side, you need to be by his side but you also know that what he needs more is some space before you even try talking to him again.

You can tell that he's glaring at you for cleaning again so in order to provide him some ease you step outside onto the porch to sit and ponder. It breaks your heart that Eddie, your beloved boyfriend is so hard on himself and thinks he's become some kind of a nuissance when in fact its the opposite. The kids have been asking to see him but he's refused, hating that they'd see him like this. Dustin calls every day and asks how Eddie's doing, sometimes he stops by and drops off his favorite pie, an apple pie that Dustin's mom made once and Eddie can never get enough of. She had been making a lot more of them recently when she heard about Eddie. But every time Dustin dropped them off and politley asked if he could see Eddie, Eddie would refuse to come out of his room and tell you to thank Dustin for him but that he couldn't face him. He'd tell you to blame it on him being tired, that he was still recovering, which he was but Dustin knew something else was up. There was no changing Eddie's mind though and both you and Dustin knew that, respecting his boundaries and letting him make that call for himself.

When you step back inside the trailer, Eddie is right where you left him, sitting with his head tucked into his hands again, a few sniffles escaping him. He hears the door shut and his head snaps up and he's immediatly telling you "'m sorry, 'm so sorry I didn't mean to take it out on you." and you're just shushing him calmly, telling him that it's okay and that you're not mad at all. It makes him feel shittier because throughout this whole thing you've been so understanding and he feels like he makes it so hard. He's stubborn and he knows that.

You assure him that you know he's having a hard time with the news he received that morning and that you would've probably done the same thing. It's not easy to be told something like that and he should be able to go through his emotions, it's part of the process to acceptance. Eddie keeps apologizing and you're holding him, soothing him and telling him that he doesn't need to be sorry.

Once he's calmed down, you help him into the bathroom and set up a nice bath, the water steamy how he likes it so that it soothes his aches, some epsom salt sprinkled in the water along with a dash of your bubble bath because you know he not so secretly likes it. Even though to tell him you love to do this for him, he still feels humiliated, his face going red and hesitiance in his movements as you help him into the tub. So you join him and sit in front of him, facing him as you clean him, gently moving the rag over his skin and smearing bubbles along the way. It's tender and emotinal and he could cry again if he had any tears left just watching you care for him. No one should ever care this much about him but you do. You love him.

And he loves you. More than anything. You've stuck around even when shit got bad, really bad. He almost died and he knows the kind of trauma that inflicted on you and yet you remained his rock through the entire thing. He's been an asshole and he's lashed out several times in the sense that he gets verbally upset and says things in the heat of the moment and you still remain calm and collected as he backtracks and apologizes. Every nightmare he suffers through, you're right there with him doing his breathing exercies and comforting him, making him hot chocolate in the middle of the night, mini marshmallows, whipped cream and all. Eddie knows he is such a goddamn mess, his entire life one giant shitstorm after the other but you still find it in you to love him unconditionally.

After you clean him up, you get him situated in bed, all cozy and covered in his favorite blankets. You comb through his wet curls and use that stuff that he thinks smells so good on them to keep them nice. As you comb through his bangs, you jokingly tell him he could use a haircut and that you'll book him an appointment ASAP, him laughing, knowing that you're the one who trims his hair. Then you press a kiss to his cold nose. Once everything is all settled, you curl up in bed with him, carefully laying your head against his bare chest just how he likes. His stronger arm wraps around you and a small smile graces his lips. Life isn't perfect but with you it's bearable. With you he knows he's loved even when he feels he's at his most unlovable.

[cozzzynook]

do ya have any head canons or anything else regarding the B-137 murder bot concept? I'd love to hear it!

Like, it's such an awesome concept, Bumblebee of all mechs used to be a murder bot! It'll be funny to hear about team prime's reaction when they first hear about this.

Like, Bumblebee? The annoying, loud, brash, and goofy little bug? That Bumblebee? Used to be B-127??

Hi idk if you’re the same person who asked before but I didn’t fully forget i just got busy trying to think of something.

I head canon Bee doesn’t like anyone knowing what he did especially his friends.

He knows decepticons would want him for his skill at offlining while understanding why he did it. But he knows his friends would treat him differently and see him as a monster.

The only reason he joined was because Optimus found him and made a deal that if he was defeated he would do whatever asked of him and when Optimus won he asked Bee to join him and become an autobot.

Bee wasn’t fond of the idea at all but he gave his word and Optimus was kind to him. The good tasting energon Optimus would give him also won him over.

Bee was a teen by the time Optimus found him and lived his life working for hire killing others or going on unstable rampages offlining bots unlucky to cross his path.

Arcee doesn’t believe it at first but when she sees how Optimus reacts she realizes its not a bad joke. She’s flabbergasted and caught off guard. A bit defensive and unsure how to react since the bee she knows is a sweetspark and not a cold energon killer. Her conflict shows and Bee starts to avoid her making her regret treating him any different. He says its cool but she can tell he’s not like he used to be.

Bulkhead is more vocal about his surprise and takes time to talk with Bee when they’re alone. He shares his concerns but to Bee’s surprise its more of Bee’s own well being than anything else. Bulkhead reassures that Bee is still his friend and if he ever feels like he’s slipping to let a bot know so they can help him. That he isn’t alone anymore and he wouldn’t abandon him. Bee truly appreciates this even if its hard to accept Bulkheads kindness is real.

Wheeljack is more “that was the past you, you’re different now.” He’s like Bulkhead in making sure Bee is okay mentally and to let some bot know if he feels like things are getting bad again. He doesn’t treat bee any differently in fact he wants to spar with bee not holding anything back. Bee also appreciates this sentiment.

Ratchet demands a full check up to make sure Bee is okay and sets up a plan in case Bee slips mentally while also throwing wrenches at him for not telling him sooner. Ratchet acknowledges Bee’s past but he can’t bring himself to see Bee as anything more than the sweet youngling bot he first met when Optimus brought Bee back with him. He actually checks on bee at night while he’s recharging and rests a servo on his helm rubbing his head like one would a sparkling. Only Optimus and Ultra Magnus know about Ratchets new habit.

Ultra Magnus is upset Optimus didn’t tell any bot about Bee’s origin since he posed a danger to their comrades. Optimus gives his reasons stating he wanted Bee treated fairly and knew the young bot would keep his word. To Ultra Magnus that does not suffice and he makes the statement that Bee very well could snap one day and murder them all if pushed hard enough or has a bad enough day and before Optimus can tell Magnus that was inappropriate Bee storms off hiding his energy signature so no bot can find him.

Smokescreen of course is the first to speak out saying Magnus was wrong and that Bee was their friend. Stating that if decepticons can change and become autobots and be accepted then Bee should be no different. Smokescreen admits he saw Bee a bit differently and told said bot that but he also stated that no matter what Bee was his friend and he would always want him to watch his back strut on the battlefield. That assured Bee a lot but Magnus words definitely got to him.

Optimus was quiet throughout everything. He didn’t say anything to any bot he just left to go find Bee. Optimus would never admit it out loud but to him Bee is his sparkling. He does not believe his violent past should define his future and he refused to believe his sparkling would return to that life now that he’s been given love and a sire who cares for him.

Bee became a murder bot at a very young age. He grew up on the streets since no sparkling center wanted him. That meant he had no choice but to resort to violence and eventual killing to survive.

To Optimus Bee was more than just an autobot or former murder bot.

He was his sparkling who needed his sire’s comfort and reassurance and thats exactly what Optimus was going to do.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Cherry on Top

Summary: I don't really have a summary for this one lol This is just how this AU start, how it all it came to be.

Warning: None

Words: 1.3k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Alright, I finally feel like I can post this AU! Remember kids, this is an AU for funsies because why the heck not! Also yes Ghost/Soap is a thing in it, but doesn't happen till later fics. Went into a subtle slow burn with them.

It was the jokes, the brushing hands, the closeness of training; all the small things that both her and Ghost saw coming a mile away. Scotty for being at the center of all and Ghost for his keen eyes. She always swore that Soap was nothing more than a best friend, a very close friend. But Ghost saw how she gravitated around him and how he did the same. He should have been jealous maybe, but he honestly did not mind. If there was any  he trusted enough and would be willing to share her with, it was definitely Soap. 

Fun part was that Soap either decided to ignore what was going on or was completely oblivious. Meanwhile Scotty felt her feelings slowly change to the point she was scared and unsure of everything.

Laying down in bed, staring at the ceiling, she tried to make sense of it. Ghost was on his phone mindlessly reading the news or answering messages. "Simon?" She said in a sheepish voice. He turned his head to look at her. "I… I…" Where to even begin! She was sweating, her heartbeat pumping blood as fast as if she was in a death or life situation. This was even more stressful than her first day with the 141. She fidgeted with the bedsheet, her throat getting tighter at every breath. 

"It's about Soap?" Ghost dropped with his usual unfazed tone. This took her by surprise. She stopped breathing for a second, before her brain worked again after a quick reset. 

"W-what do you mean?" Ghost smiled when hle heard the nervousness in her voice. He gave her the I-know-what-is-going-on look. 

"Only a blind person wouldn't see what is going on… Although that would probably mean most of the base, even Garrick and Price." 

"It's that obvious?" Her cheeks turned hot pink. 

"To the person who knows you the most, yes. So what are you gonna do about it? What do you want to ask?" 

Scotty didn't know if she should take his words as a good or bad thing. This was not the reaction she expected from him. He was acting so casually about it. And that was the thing about Ghost; his calmness was often the scariest emotion. "Simon, I love you ok? That is the thing I want to make clear in the first place. It's you that I love the most and nothing will ever change this. Only death would!"

"I know, love. But you fancy Johnny too, am I right?" Scotty nodded silently, her face burning. Ghost pulled her closer to him. She had her defeated eyes, the ones when she felt like she was about to screw up big time. "Let's give it a shot then."

"Wait what? You… you are ok with this?"

"In any case I know I keep you." He kissed her on the head. "If it was anyone else, I might have no be so open. But we are talking about Soap. You two are complete dorks that would fit well together. To my demise."

She laughed. "Simon, I won't try or do anything unless I'm sure you are ok with this. That's all I need to know, with clear words. If you are not… please let's pretend all of this never happened."

"I'm good. As long as you are happy… and because I know I'll always be your favorite."

The next day, the three of them were at the gym doing their daily routines. Soap was completely unaware of what was coming to him. Mostly because they both kept acting like normal around him. At last from Ghost he did not see a single hint of difference. Ghost didn’t have to be different around him, he was not the one about to confess. Scotty was a master at keeping her feelings in check so she was able to hold it together till now. Soap asked her to help her while he would be doing some sit ups. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

Scotty held his feet down while he pushed himself up. They kept joking around on the first 10 rep, till she felt her throat dry up. His groans every time he would reach the top and the relief of laying back down. As if she needed more reason to fortify her feelings. “Fuck…” Scotty breathed.

Maybe a little too loud. “What’s the matter?” Soap asked, not stopping his exercises. 

“Nothing!” 

“Then why the red face, sweetheart?” He laughed. Soap always used this nickname to tease, it was normal. However, right now, it did not have the same effect. Her embarrassment grew so big, she wondered if someone just turned the heat to max or it was her…. Definitely her obviously. If it was even possible, she would be steaming by now. Her hands had moved unconsciously to his ankles and her fingernails dug into his skin through the socks. “Hey watch it Scotty!” 

Soap yanked one of his legs out as he was back on the ground. He pushed himself back, sitting in a relaxed position. “Are you sure everything is alright?” 

For fuck sake, Scotty was an adult, so why did it felt like she was back to her high school year, incapable to say anything to her crush? Well in retrospect, she didn’t do better with Ghost either. The difference is that with Ghost everything sort of unfolded towards something. With Soap, she had to be direct. She took a deep breath to collect herself. “I love you Johnny.” 

Finally it was out. As expected, Soap looked at her with big eyes taken aback by this. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly. His head turned to Ghost who was just done with his run on the treadmill. Their eyes caught each other. The sergeant didn’t know if he should run and hoped to not die or… “You what now?” Is all Soap could say. He was at a loss of words. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed Ghost getting dangerously closer.

“You hear me right Soap. I said I love you.” They sat there in the middle of the gym, not saying a word, till Ghost cleared his throat. Soap jumped back. 

“Woah woah, I thought you and Lt were a thing? Did I miss something or what?” Soap panicked. He stood up quickly ready to run at any opportunity.

Scotty pushed herself up. “Yes. We are still very much together, nothing has changed.”

“She just wants to add you to the mess we are.” Ghost grinned under his mask. Soap stared at him. He was good with this? What kind of world was he living in?  

“Is this a joke? Stop shitting me you two.”

“We are not.” Ghost’s tone was calm which made him understand that yes they were deadly serious about this. He gulped. Of course Soap always found Scotty good looking and, if it hadn’t been her choosing Ghost a while ago, he may or may not have tried his chance. Then again, he always thought that some of these feelings were just him really caring about her, like a good friend would. He could turn her down out of respect for both, but that would make things awkward right? Would it be even more awkward than now anyway? Perhaps he could give it a try. If it doesn't work out then so be it. 

Soap grabbed Ghost by a shoulder with a slap. “If he is good with this, sure, let's give it a try. You know I just don’t want to die.”

“I would only kill if you break her heart.” 

“Roger that, lieutenant. Well, better not let Price find this out. Make it look like Scotty is collecting the 141 like medals.” They all laughed.  

"I see it more, Ghost is the sundae, the tasty best part and you are the cherry on top. The little extra that makes everything tastier."

Soap laughed at the comparison while Ghost facepalmed with a groan. "Very smooth, Scotty…" Ghost said.

[slugcatsafari]

can we obtain the link to the clangen

alas! if by 'the clangen' you mean the program i use as source material for the comics and as featured in the video walking through cycles 1-5, 1. it is not clangen and 2. it is not ready for the public just yet!

here are a number of hurdles:

i have never shared a program created by myself before; i quite simply do not understand yet some important fundamentals, such as how to ensure dependencies are installed, directories are correctly laid out, and most importantly i do not have the presence of mind to troubleshoot with the public currently- im in a bad (well, 5 year long) mental slump where i become wracked with terror upon getting (some) messages (er.. dont let that stop you from trying to message me! just understand i might not respond .. ever, unless !! you keep messaging me).

the program is lacking at the moment... there are 214 base events not counting branching paths and overwritten events depending on circumstances and 2 status effects but i still want waaay more. i also need to add status effects such as pregnancy and sickness, fill in events for enlightened slugcats, and im thinking of adding in a lizard member feature... i also would need to set up a settings page for some rudimentary things- maybe sliders for how much slugcats consume in a cycle, how much they might bring back in a hunt, if slugcats can have pups with members of the same sex (not possible atm), and a special feature to enable void slugcats thatll never die...

the program is buggy and unbalanced at the moment- im unsure exactly how to balance things such as food, damage, and population without intensive playtesting... i also just found out that my status detection method isnt working properly (thus, for example, grief never wears off or a pregnant slugcat would never give birth...)

relating to the mental slump listed in point 1 if anyone makes fun of my OBJECTIVELY BAD AND MESSY !!! coding i will ... cry. im just not a professional yet and im horrifically meek, without ensuring that the people who pry into (as i call it) rain game are doing so with good intentions im far too nervous..

or, erm... else:, in the case you meant clangen period regardless of slugcat influence- check, like... google. and i think the rain world skin was shared in the clangen discord which you can probably find off of .. google also maybe (unsure) (i think the skin is called like... raingen?).

[godsfavdarling]

chapter 14

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Spencer and Molly have a conversations about their long-term aspirations.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: smut: soft femdom? oral (female receiving), handjob

words: 1,8k

a/n: i realise that the are fucking in like every chapter. i know okay? what about it? enjoy <3 (smut: soft femdom? oral - female receiving, handjob)

Coming back from the case in Georgia, the team's discussions about relationships and marriages occupied Spencer's thoughts. 

As he reflected on the matter, he became increasingly aware of the fact that he and Molly hadn't had in-depth conversations about their long-term aspirations, especially regarding marriage.

During the flight, Spencer observed his teammates sharing their views on relationships, commitment, and marriage. The discussions prompted him to consider his own feelings on these subjects. 

He always thought that one day he'd get married and have kids. That was what he saw in his future. And he would do all of that with Molly if she wanted to. 

However, he grappled with the realization that he had never asked her about her feelings on the matter.

Unsure of how to approach the conversation without causing any discomfort, he contemplated the best way to understand her perspective and desires.

After much contemplation he decided that a straightforward conversation was the best approach. While he acknowledged that they hadn't been together for an extended period, he believed that discussing Molly's desires didn't necessarily commit them to anything at this stage. 

He saw it as an opportunity to understand her perspective, ensuring they were on the same page regarding their relationship's future and whether she envisioned a potential future together.

A part of Spencer was apprehensive about the possibility that Molly might express hesitations or uncertainties about marrying him specifically. He recognized that this didn't necessarily equate to her never wanting to marry anyone. 

However, if she were open to marrying someone else in the future, it might imply that her feelings toward him weren't aligned with his feelings for her. The prospect of such a conversation carried a mix of hope and fear for him.

He pondered Molly's thoughts on marriage. He knew she was more inclined towards the dreamy notions of romance. He also found comfort in the fact that she enjoyed spending time with children. 

Molly had a natural affinity with kids, and they, in turn, adored her. The question that lingered in Spencer's mind was whether Molly envisioned having children of her own in the future.

As Spencer entered Molly's apartment, he noticed her curled up in her bed. Given the late hour, it was no surprise that she was ready to settle down for the night. 

After checking on her, Spencer realized that Molly was not asleep, and she greeted him with a warm "Hi Spence!"

He asked about her day, and she replied, "Good. Yours?" He hesitated, a hint of contemplation in his eyes, and Molly sensed there was something on his mind. 

"Come on, Spencer, spill it out," she encouraged, sensing he had something important to share. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on Molly.

He shared details about the case involving a wedding vendor and how the team had discussions about marriages. 

He took a moment and then nervously broached the topic, "Don't be scared, Molly. I just wanted to ask.... do you wanna get married one day? I'm not saying with me... specifically, but, you know... as an idea... would you like to get married one day? Is it something... you wanted... growing up?"

Molly sat up a bit, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She took a deep breath before she started to share her thoughts. 

"You know, Spencer, marriage... it's never really been something I actively wanted. Would it be nice? To find someone you want to spend your whole life with and share everything with? Of course. 

But when I was younger, I couldn't even picture myself in any relationship, let alone thinking about marriage. There was this guy I dated in college and I was kind of really in love with him. And he once told me he'd never marry anyone. That marriage is stupid. That shattered me, and we eventually broke up."

She paused, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "Since then, I've quietly yearned for something special, but I never really got my hopes up. I have these... high standards, you know? 

But with you, Spencer, it's different. You... meet them, and it's scary how you make me feel and think and you make me question the things I thought I knew about myself." Molly smiled softly, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions.

Spencer, his signature smirk playing on his lips, responded, "Oh really? And what standards do I happen to meet, according to your list?"

Molly chuckled, "Well, you're brilliant, kind, and have an amazing heart. Plus, your quirky sense of humor and those adorable rambling moments – they're all part of the package that... makes you, well... you." 

She looked at him with a warm smile. "And, let's not forget, you're incredibly patient and understanding and gentle. You also happen to be amazing in bed and you have a great dick. 

I guess I could say you've exceeded my standards, Spencer Reid... That's a basic summary I'd say." Their laughter filled the room.

"And to answer your question, yes, I do see myself marrying someone one day. I envision a future with the right person. 

And yes, with that special someone, I would love to have kids, especially with a partner who adores children as much as I do. Someone who knows the art of magic tricks... 

I see a life with someone who can take care of me and our family with unwavering support, kindness, and warmth. Someone who not only loves but is dedicated to being the best dad in the world!" She says with a warm smile, her eyes locked with Spencer's as a subtle blush graced his cheeks.

Molly gazed at Spencer, a curious smile playing on her lips. "What about you, Spence?"

After a brief pause, Spencer finally responded, "I always pictured my future with having a family. I just couldn't picture it any other way. I always wanted a... simple life."

She looked at him with affection and leaned in for a kiss. As their lips met, she cupped his cheeks with her palms and whispered, "That sounds like a good plan."

"Spencer, can I ask you a question now?" She smiled with mischief.

"Of course."

"Can you eat me out?" She stared at him blatantly.

"Always." He said as looked her dead serious in the eyes.

She leaned in and placed her hands on his cheeks as she kissed him. Sucking on his bottom lip she let go by dragging it and giving into it lightly.

"Get on your knees" she ordered him and as he slipped off the mattress, she repositioned herself to sit at the edge of the bed with her legs spread. 

He looked up at her in awe which made her even more hungry to feel his lips on her. With quick motion she took off her t-shirt and now with bare chest leaned on her elbows as she watched him stare at her.

Admiration and lust in his eyes. She waited a few moments enjoying his obedience and longing to pleasure her. She put her foot on his shoulder showing him more of what he craved and asked him "Can you take those off?"

He quickly put his fingers around the hem of her underwear and pulled them off, by putting her legs up. Once she was completely naked in front of him and he was still fully clothed on his knees facing her pussy, she put her leg over his shoulder.

He was now staring at her already wet folds and breathing more deeply. She spread her legs more as she said "Get to work pretty boy" and giggled.

He lowered his face and with a flat tongue licked her from her entrance up to her pubic hair. Once he was at her clit he wasted no time sucking on it. Molly moaned quietly as she closed her eyes and threw her head back.

She decided to lay her back down completely on the bed and relax. Spencer was breathing her in and sucking more viciously. 

Suddenly his fingers found a way to her folds and Molly picked herself up and now sitting up grabbed him by his hair and pulled gently making him look up at her.

"No fingers. Just your mouth. Okay?"

"Okay." He said looking straight into her eyes with his lips and chin covered in her honey.

She let go of his hair but kept her palms on either side of his face as he got back to kissing her clit. 

He licked and flicked his tongue on her while moaning which sent shivers down her spine. She started to feel the knot forming in her stomach.

She arched her back and pushed his face even closer to her. She started rolling her hips and rubbing herself against his mouth. She was getting close.

"Oh fuck. You're doing so good Spence."

As they both moved, Spencer's inhales and exhales tingled her pussy. She needed a few more harsh flicks against her clit to make her finish. And as she did she cried out and Spencer drank up her wetness not stopping the flicks of his tongue as Molly went down off her high.

She rode out her orgasm as she leaned to place her lips on Spencer's head and kissed it gently.

He pulled his face away a few inches to take a few breaths and she kept her upper body leaned against his head.

"You did so well Spence. I loved it." She whispered and heard him groan. 

Now her mind went straight to his probably very hard dick trapped under his trousers.

"It's okay Spence. Stay like this." She encouraged him and led his arms to wrap around her waist.

With him still on his knees before her and his face nuzzled against her left hip and his hands wrapped around her, she slipped her right hand down to undo his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants enough to put her hand under his clothes.

She firmly grabbed his dick which made Spencer cry out and started to stroke his length. He was panting against her side, she felt his hot breath on her soft skin. 

Her left hand stayed on his head and played with his short curls around his neck.

He didn't need much. She kept stroking with set rhythm and pressure, sometimes adding more strength to her grip and after a few seconds she felt his dick and his whole body twitch under her touch as he spilled into her hand and his underwear.

Molly kept stroking as he was getting off his high. She leaned to press a kiss into his cheek as he still kneeled before her. He was panting and as he shot his eyes closed he tried to even out his breath. Molly waited, still playing with his hair. After a while she asked "Everything okay?"

"More than okay. I love you" he blurted out against her skin.

"I love you Spence!" she whispered into his ear and placed a million kisses on his face. 

[cosmic-kinglet]

I may add more to this later, but I'm tired and not sure where to go with this little chunk of plot. So, enjoy another one of my canon-adjacent semi-cured Ruin scenes!

    

"Stupid star thing...what the hell does he mean, 'dimensions are the key?" Eclipse was still trying to wrap his head around the hint he had been given. It certainly was a hint, but it still didn't make things much clearer. Though, a certain amalgamation from another dimension was still his top suspect; nothing else made anywhere near as much sense. With a frustrated grunt, he entered the surveillance room at the back of the arcade. He was immediately stopped in his tracks when he saw Ruin standing in that same room, facing away from Eclipse. Or maybe he was Ruin Eclipse right now. Eclipse was now struck with the question of if this was what Moon had to deal with, looking at Sun and being unsure if it really was Sun. Oh well. He supposed there were two possible reactions, and that would tell him who was standing before him. He took a few more steps into the room.

     The figure in front of him glanced back, and Ruin's eyes flashed brighter for a moment. He then made a full spin to face Eclipse properly.

     "Ah, Eclipse! My, how things work out! What a twist of fate that we would be brought to the same place."

     Well, Eclipse had his answer. Here stood Ruin, as infected and jovial as ever.

     "Ruin. I see you've made your way out again."

     "Oh, yes," Ruin replied with a small hop. "I haven't been here long. In fact, I myself have been elsewhere for a short while." He extended an arm out toward Eclipse, his hand up in a 'stop' motion, "Don't ask where! I won't tell you."

     Eclipse simply stared at Ruin. He wasn't sure he would ever understand how someone so intelligent could be so mad. He finally pushed Ruin's hand to the side.

     "Fine. Although, wasn't Moon keeping an eye on you? How did you manage to do anything?"

     Ruin waved a hand dismissively, "Oh, that! Honestly, that tracking chip was a complete joke! It didn't even have a camera function, and I removed it within less than an hour! In fact," Ruin stepped over to a panel of buttons and motioned toward it, "I even had time to create some pre-recorded voice samples of myself to use in case anyone came to check on me. You would not believe how easy it was to fool Solar with this!" Ruin laughed, thinking back on his little ruse.

     Eclipse scoffed. "So, Moon doesn't trust you, and yet he didn't give you a chip that will kill you if you even attempt to remove it?" He crossed his arms, "Must be nice to be able to do whatever you want. Meanwhile, I'm on such a short leash, I can feel it suffocating me. And I still," Eclipse threw up his arms, "have no idea who made me!" He then reached to grip Ruin's shoulders, but stopped, unsure if that would cause his chip to explode. Instead, he just tried to stand as tall as he possibly could. "If you built me, you'd better say so now."

     Ruin laughed. "My dear Eclipse, what would it matter if I did or I didn't? You're here to share in my game! We both want the same thing, so why worry about that?"

     Eclipse seethed. It took every bit of his willpower to not grab Ruin by the throat. Instead, he chuckled and spoke through gritted teeth.

     "You are so lucky that I can't do anything."

     Ruin turned and stepped a few paces away from Eclipse. "I'll tell you this much, regardless of whether I brought you back or not, you've made things quite easy for me. Obviously, there's no acting involved when the other one is out," Ruin waved a hand while a sound of mock disgust before continuing his thought, "all I have to do to build trust with them is offer to help them deal with you." He then pivoted sharply to face Eclipse again, his eyes beaming. "You make the perfect cover, my friend!"

     Eclipse let out a huff. "And you claim to want to work with me." He really couldn't believe that, in the process of being cryptic, Ruin just admitted that Eclipse was little more than an alibi to help him gain the Celestial family's trust.

     Ruin chuckled, the malice clear in its tone. "As you said, you can't touch me." He brought himself closer to Eclipse, and then even closer than before. Despite being shorter, his presence seemed to tower over Eclipse in this moment. "I can poke and prod at you as much as I want, and you can't do a single thing about it." Ruin then backed off again. "And yet, we do want the same thing. Seeing as you can't bring any harm to any of them, you need to work with someone with similar wants and, dare I say," he pressed a finger to Eclipse's head, "more brains. Really, you don't have much choice but to work with me!" Ruin swiftly wrapped an arm around Eclipse's shoulders and pulled him closer. "Let this partnership begin!"

     As he was being tightly gripped, one thought came into Eclipse's mind, 'It's happening again.' Despite not having every single memory from his previous life, he did remember clearly that there was a time before now when he was forced to work under someone. Ruin could call this arrangement a partnership all he wanted, but Eclipse knew what this was really going to be. He knew he was going to have to rely on Ruin, and there was absolutely nothing he could do without risking another death and rebirth. He couldn't do this again.

[twistiraki]

Love hunt (Easter Special)

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Cater had been hyped about the Easter egg hunt in the Heartslabyul Garden for weeks! He wanted to make sure that he and Y/N had an egg-cellent time, and that meant finding some eggs. As they walked through the garden, Cater couldn't help but snap a few pics of Y/N with his phone, wanting to capture every moment of their time together.

"Y/N, you're looking fire today," Cater said, admiring how Y/N looked amongst the blooming flowers.

Y/N blushed and replied, "Thanks, Cater. You're looking pretty cool yourself."

As they hunted for eggs, Cater kept checking his phone, eager to post some of their pics on Magicam. He couldn't wait to show off how awesome their day was to all his followers.

"Y/N, check it out! This pic of you with the flowers is totally Magic-worthy," Cater exclaimed, showing Y/N his phone.

Y/N smiled and replied, "You have a real eye for photography, Cater. These pictures are amazing!"

As they ventured deeper into the maze, Cater suggested checking out a more secluded area, hoping to find something really special. He wanted to give Y/N a surprise that would blow their mind.

"Cay-Cay has the feeling there's something totally epic hidden here," Cater said, his eyes lighting up.

Y/N was a little unsure but followed him deeper into the maze, feeling the energy between them grow with every step.

As they approached a dense cluster of bushes, Cater felt his heart racing with anticipation. He had hidden something special, something that he hoped would make Y/N's heart skip a beat.

"Let's check behind here!" Cater said, his voice soft and warm.

Y/N nodded, feeling the thrill of the moment. And that's when Y/N spotted the golden egg, hidden behind the bushes. 

Cater's heart raced as he watched Y/N open the golden egg and reveal the stunning ring. "Wow, this is amazing!" Y/N exclaimed, holding up the ring to admire it. Cater couldn't help but smile at their reaction.

"That's not the only thing that's amazing," Cater said, leaning in closer to Y/N. "You are, Y/N. I've had a crush on you for so long, and I couldn't think of a better way to confess my feelings than on this magical Easter egg hunt."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Cater, I had no idea you felt that way about me. I've had feelings for you too, but I wasn't sure if you felt the same."

Cater grinned widely. "Of course I do, Y/N. I think you're incredible. I love spending time with you, and I can't imagine going on this kind of adventure with anyone else."

Y/N blushed and smiled back at Cater. "Well, in that case, I would love to be your partner, Cater."

Cater's eyes lit up with joy. "Yes! You won't regret it, Y/N. We'll have so much fun together."

Cater then leaned in for a small, tender kiss. Y/N's heart fluttered as they felt Cater's soft lips against theirs, and they wrapped their arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

After a few moments, they pulled back, both smiling happily. "I can't wait to tell everyone on Magicam about this," Cater said excitedly, pulling out his phone to take a photo of the two of them.

Y/N laughed, feeling happy and content. "Me too, Cater. This is definitely a moment worth sharing."

[fumikomiyasaki]

Short stories

A hard shell:

Around the start, Carol was often gathering students from school to school... passing flyers to find more people she could help out and share her knowledge with... mainly she approached people herself to already show what kinda tutor they would have but the most overwhelming dorm to enter was Evolnation for sure... she was unsure if she wasn’t even allowed here... a dorm full of Idols and celebraties as well as cafe workers. But the Vice leader Emma guided her the way in and noticed that despite her being curious she meant well and didn’t want to be in anyones way... the first obvious candidates she was introduced to was Gregory Darknon and Peko chunya... one of the top Idols in this world... but also some of the dumbest people she ever met. Peko quickly making the impression of a clueless smiley face and Gregory having the idea to shove a mountain of marshmallows in his mouth... she looked at them determined and took on the challenge trying to convince them to at least check her lessons out and with Emmas help they agreed.... however her eyes shifted to a particular student in the back that caught her eyes...

Long blue hair, a stern look, yet somewhat perplexed by what was on the paper... yet as he noticed her gaze he scoffed in ignorance. Emma next to her spoke up.

“Thats Sawyer... he is not the most talkative... I would recommend you not piss him off out of knowwhere.”

“I see...”

She first focused on teaching Gregory and Peko yet did notice often Sawyer glacing over, writing things on his paper. Was he listening in without joining? She tried to not get distracted and just continued to point them both in the right direction... even if Gregorys answers weren’t promising and Peko dozed off in between.. after some hours they actually made some sucess...

Both Idols got up and thanked her, as she saw many other students pack their things as well... even if Emma told her she tried to walk up to Sawyer and hand him a flyer.

“I did notice you listened, if you want a lesson, I would be happy t-”

“Tch. I didn’t listen and I don’t need your help. Why don’t you mind your own business?”

He walked off avoiding his face from her and quickly walked away... somewhat she was saddened he just refused like that but in other cases maybe she just misinterpret it... maybe she did something else by accident to upset him... her mind was wandering... yet she couldn’t get him out of her mind this day... taking a breather with tea before she left the dorm she didn’t know this wasn’t their last encounter.

Her next tutoring lesson at HSA left her exhausted... both Evolnation students were some of the most frustrating to get informations in... yet she did her all to get informations through to them... eventually after 3 hours she was done with all tasks and behind in her schedule... rushing down the stairs of the dorm to get back to the transport to her school... in a rush however she did make mistakes... and one led to her nearly falling down the stairs- at least she woulh have but one hand grabbed her arm harshly to save her fall... and a familiar scarred face greeted her... Sawyer looking down at her with a serious stare...

“Hey, be more careful, you don’t always have people to catch you.”

He was almost gritting his teeth a little but his eyes weren’t as mad as they were the last time they met. She bowed before him and looked up.

“I-I am sorry... the tight schedule made me careless.”

“Tch, then leave... and make sure you don’t plan your things like that so I don’t have to bother with you again.”

After he left she wasn’t any smarter out of him but somehow she felt he actually was concerned... and she noticed things even more from then on.

Seeing him being nearby when she was tutoring, noticing him look at her when she visited HSA casually... she somewhat got fascinated by him, despite the harsh attitude he gave her.

Eventually she visited the HSA Library as she gathered books for her studying session... trying to reach a book high up but failing to get it as again Sawyer walked up behind her and handed the book to her.

“Thank you.”

“You only stood in the way and this made it faster.”

“I see... I still thank you for this.”

She moved out of his way to see what book he needed.

“Oh right, this story... there is so many historical events that link up with it.”

“Hmpf... so you know this book well?”

“I know all of it, I could recide it with not looking at any pages.”

He suddenly avoided his face and looked down at it.

“Could you... give me a short summary, apple girl?”

She pushed up her glasses in surprise, smiled and walked to him.

“Of course I could... and the name is Carol...”

“Tch...”

He was still avoidant but sat down listening to her... she figured out he needed to learn about this book for a homework and seeing the last tests he got he really did need some help... however she knew if she asked him again to be her student he would just avoid it. So she shifted her tactic after she was done.

“If you ever see me around don’t hesitate to ask me things you wanna know, if that is fine with you.”

“Fine... I will think about it.”

Somewhat she rubbed her eyes after he left... Was that a blush? Somewhat looking at him he was kinda attractive to her... her curiousities about him grew more and more. Days past,  they often exchanged about studies and slowly she even noticed him approach her from time to time... Even if his attitude sometimes was still a bit mean, she tried her best to not go over his limit and just defuse the situations. He rarely talked but she didn’t mind it... it was fine if she just explained and he listened. And eventually one day where she tried to find a place to read in peace... she relaxed near the Kendo club, knowing often how impressive it was to watch them train... what she didn’t know was that Sawyer was part of it too... Just sparring with Metaron to get better she couldn’t help to often let her eyes wander over her book to him...

Somewhat she felt wrong for starring at him from afar but her heartbeat increased in excitement, before hiding back again behind her book... as the sparring was done he noticed her and sat down next to her *sighing*

“You been watching, haven’t you?”

“Y-yes but... it was impressive... maybe I admire it cause I am not the greatest at sports... “

“You do have your brain though.”

“Huh?!”

“Hmpf...”

She looked at his face a bit red before avoiding her face again... she smiled to herself. Was that a compliment? Or at least an attempt?  She put her hand down on the bench and sneakingly scooted closer.

“Say, Sawyer. I... nevermind... sorry to bother you.”

He unintendedly layed his hand down, touching hers before withdrawing and standing up quickly.

“I have to continue.”

Her face stayed red a little... this was when she was noticing her crush on him... yet how hard it would be to get her feelings across... and so she instead made up some thoughts on how to do it. From then on she often left tea when he was done with Kendo for relaxation... or some notes to help him with some of his school works... even if talking was not his thing she thought maybe notes could even the bridge so he doesn’t have to.

And eventually one day she was surprised.... she was just done with tutoring Peko and Gregory, on her way out of the Evolnation dormitory before she saw Sawyer approach her and pin her against the wall... looking up at him with a flushed face.

“Why... why do you care so much?”

“Oh, is this about my notes? I thought they might help-”

“Thats not it... I... don’t get you... many get intimidated but you... its like you search contact.”

What he didn’t anticipate was her faintly touching his hand, asking for permission before and looking up at him.

“I am not intimidated... not even put off by you.... I want to help others out... I wanna make people feel well around me... and that includes you as well...”

He grited his teeth but didn’t even see her flinch... moreso that stare she had at him caught him off guard, looking away. Somewhat suddenly regretting he snapped at her...

“How come a little girl like you- forget it.”

“Sawyer wait!”

He tried to rush off but she followed him back to his room to try to talk to him.

“I know you probably don’t want it but, I am interested in you... I want to help you... I want to be near you.”

“Carol... what ar-”

“I like you! That is what I am trying to say... no matter how much you pushed me away... I liked spending time with you...”

She covered her mouth at first before taking the hands off and looking at him serious. As he tried to avoid his eyes again she gently tried to pull his face to look at her.

“You can at least give me an answer.”

“Fine... I... guess I enjoy you being near too.”

Her heartbeat increased... she smiled at him softly... a smile that even got him emberassed a little. She noticed that this is not enough... even if she is glad to tell him that... it wouldn’t be the full truth.

“Sawyer... I..”

“Hey Miss Tutor!!”

From across the hallway she heard Peko scream and sigh.

“Could we meet up tomorrow in the library, I could help you again?”

A silent nod from him as she tended back to the little pop star... maybe it was good she was stopped... confessing right now would have come as odd...

Days past, she was glad Sawyer did stick around her much more... even if he still didn’t agree to official tutor lessons, unofficially she helped him a lot in school... and even outside that... he often joined her when she was reading a book, noticing her falling asleep on top of his shoulder one time got him thinking back however.

“How come she wants to be closer to me? I don’t get it.”

Lost in thought he noticed himself playing with a lock of her hair... the smell of apples somewhat soothing to have around... seeing her sleeping somewhat made his heartbeat increase... thinking back to her smile... why was she invading his mind... he didn’t want to be that close to others... slowly he noticed her move and acted like he didn’t watch her just yet.

Another day passed... one where someone wanted to mock the tutor and let her trip over their leg, leaving with their friends as she tried to look at her wound...

“Ahh.. it hurts.”

Sawyer was just on his way to the next class as he found her, and helped her get up.

“How did this happen?”

“Those girls...nevermind I just stumbled.”

He scoffed at her answer as he tried to stabalize her to bring her to the infirmary.

“I noticed this a lot... you never blame others, you take the hurt... even if such bastards deserve the punishment.”

“Sawyer...”

“Tch... I don’t like it... especially to see you hurt like this.

Soon they arrived at the infirmary, her leg getting treated as he just sat on the side next to her bed... eventually Beatrice got out and She noticed he put his hands on hers willingly for once.

“Sawyer?”

“...”

He didn’t answer but she noticed that he in his own way tried to ease her pain, she leaned a bit closer to look at him.

“I wanted to tell you something for a while, you don’t need to answer but, I do want you to know... “

She took a deep breath, noticing him actually for once not avoiding her eyes but looking at her.

“I... actually had a crush on you for a while... and-”

What caught her off guard was he quickly leaned forward to give her a kiss... holding her hand even more tightly during before withdrawing and turning away from her again.

“Is this enough of an answer... “

Her face blushed brightly. “M-more than enough...”

He scoffed. “I don’t understand why you want to be with me but... I will do my best to keep you from harm.”

Her smile was bright, she hoped to seek affection but she knew maybe with him it wasn’t the best idea... so to her it was fine enough to lay her arms around his head and slightly hug him.

“Thank you... and I promise to be more careful...”

It was probably a long time for her to get him to show her more of his feelings but she didn’t mind to wait for that... as long as she could be close with him... no words were needed.

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Sawyer belongs to Ruby on discord

[butchladymaria]

EDIT 12/21/22: K//tyahina has come mask off as a transphobe. Link is here, screenshots below. Do mind the tags, this one is a mess.

I don’t think I need to explain why saying being trans is a choice is transphobic, along with pretty much everything else stated here. If anyone has genuine questions as to why that is, my DMs are open. But given this was a message sent to s\\intmicolash, who proceeds to call trans people fake, I believe the context alone is self-explanatory. It is no longer a matter of simply defending and minimizing transphobia anymore. This has escalated to participating and encouraging it. K//tyahina is literally parroting arguments made to pass laws that claim supporting your trans kid is child abuse.

I strongly recommend you don’t engage, as there is a high probability you’ll get hit with harassment.

EDIT (4/21/23): It's apparently gotten worse.

K//tyahina has discussed her views on feminism with a bit of transmisogyny and lesbophobia on the side.

K//tyahina regularly engages and agrees with a user "feminismisstillahatemovement", who is racist, transphobic, misogynistic, homophobic (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10), and just a general all around bigot who claimed they would vote for trump if given the chance. In this post further elaborating on her views about feminism, K//tyahina, who is white, compares women fearing violence from men to racist cops murdering unarmed black people. She also states: "feminism long became a mindset of antagonising men and i don't want to do anything with it!". K//tyahina also reblogged this islamophobic meme with the commentary "not all cultures/religions are nice!".

K//tyahina reblogged this transmisogynistic post written by a TERF with the commentary "i dont think enough people realize how messed up it is that people guilted into having sex to not be accused of every -ist and -phobia is. it gets silenced often and people who speak up about such cases are just treated as 'bigots that make wholesome accepting community look bad!!!' but it is there" (with a very ironic "condemnation" of TERFs tacked on at the end given the source of the post).

K//tyahina has recently doubled down even further on her defense of s//intmicolash in this post, stating about the multiple instances of the user actively misgendering trans people to their faces, calling people slurs, saying being trans is a disease, etc: "Saintmic never harassed anyone, ever, in his entire life! He was just sharing his feelings and opinions in his blog, which is everyone's right on free speech. The worst thing he could do is to reblog a post he disagrees with with a harsh objection but that's not harassment, that's disagreeing in the internet (again, check free speech)".

K//tyahina claimed here, about me presumably, that "honestly them having a she/they pronouns and changing it the very day after their dumb post just to accuse me of misgendering was a DEAD giveaway for their malicious intentions". I described here how what k//tyahina did is misgendering regardless, but I cannot express my utter resignation at the fact that in her mind, my own personal self discovery is part of some spiteful vendetta against her.

Finally, k//tyahina seems convinced that I'm personally responsible for every negative or critical anon she receives with apparently zero evidence as far as I am aware. I haven't looked at this since the last update in December, so I am unsure where this perception came from, nor am I inclined to speculate.

I didn’t want to have to make this post, but after discussion with others and a lot of thought, it feels irresponsible not to.

The amount of casual and even blatant transphobia I see enabled on a daily basis in the Bloodborne community is honestly quite sickening. I and those I care about have been personally impacted by this behavior — often coming from, and enabled by, popular blogs on this website. I am going to be focusing on the behavior of one individual here whom I feel it could be damaging to other trans people and our allies to be unaware of their behavior. Trigger warning for varying extremes of transphobia under the cut.

My point in making this post is to simply give context to publicly available statements made by tumblr user k//tyahina, who has expressed some very disturbingly transphobic views in defense of another user, s//intmicolash: an open transphobe, among other things. I refuse to have the type of absolutely vile things this person was saying anywhere near my blog — and beyond just that, there is literally just too much to cover it all. It is to the extreme of calling trans people “mentally ill”, stating that “transphobia doesn’t exist”, and that being cisgender doesn’t exist, rather “it’s called being normal”, and other disgustingly bigoted things of the sort.

For context: a friend of mine (who will not be identified as I refuse to make them susceptible to harassment, especially because they are trans themself) sent an anonymous message to k//tyahina regarding the fact that she very regularly platforms s//intmicolash. Katya never responded to this ask directly. However, shortly after it was sent, the following post was uploaded to her personal blog:

If you don’t understand why Katya’s statements are transphobic, that is okay. No one is born understanding these things. However, I want to make it clear that in context, these statements are the talking points that transphobes have repeatedly used against trans people to demean and disrespect us.

Point One: the way to change someone’s bigoted beliefs is not to expose the people that are being targeted to said bigot by regularly platforming them.

Point Two: this point is clearly coming from the perspective of someone who has not personally had to face transphobia before. Trans people have every reason to be afraid of, upset by, and angry at people spouting bigoted views. Those people have contributed to the systemic oppression we have been enduring, and still ARE enduring, to this day. Trans people are not overdramatic or unreasonable to expect their allies to do the bare minimum by not platforming bigots. If an “ally” is unwilling to do this, they are not an ally in any meaningful way. Finally, human rights are not up for debate. Bigotry cannot be “logically debated” away — because it is fundamentally not based upon logic. It is based upon hatred. Not only that — I feel it is hypocritical for Katya to demand that trans people “debate” someone’s transphobia away when she, herself, refuses to challenge this bigotry in any meaningful way; rather electing to publicly defend this bigotry as “ ‘questionable’ ” at worst, and hurling accusations of “twisting words” and general disingenuity at an actual trans person said bigotry is directed towards

Point Three: not reblogging from an out-and-proud transphobe is not “throwing someone who is wrong away from society”. If you have more allegiance to making bigots feel safe than the people they are targeting, it calls into question how much value you place on trans people’s safety and wellbeing.

Point Four: someone who has claimed that trans people are mentally diseased, that transphobia doesn’t exist, and who regularly invites TERFs to engage with their content is not “questionable”. They are a transphobe and a bigot. To downplay the severity of those extremely bigoted statements is wildly belittling to the point of being an outright lie. If you place your desire to “reblog shitposts” over platforming a bigot, it calls into question how much you actually value trans people’s safety and wellbeing. To equate becoming violently transphobic with “expressing pain slightly differently” is an extreme misrepresentation. S//intmicolash is not critiquing the flaws in the trans community, they are calling trans people a disease. No matter ANY personal bad experiences, spouting off bigotry is NEVER acceptable.

Final Point: a trans person not wanting to interact with a transphobe is not petty, overdramatic, or unreasonable. Not wanting to have to see transphobia, or the defense of it, is NOT the same as “blocking people you dislike”. To state such an equivalence belittles the severity that exposure to transphobia can have.

Tags: to state that someone who quite literally just asked if k//tyahina was aware that she was platforming a transphobe is a “creepy stalker” for doing so, when s//intmicolash’s bigotry is front and center regularly, is an extreme misrepresentation of the situation. Calling s//intmicolash’s transphobic statements bigoted is not “twisting his words”. Said words were quite literally that being trans is a disease. There is nothing that could possibly be misinterpreted there. No “missing important facts” could contextualize those statements in any way that would make them less transphobic or bigoted.

These points are also recycled here.

I also want to highlight the fact that Katya’s immediate response to a single person requesting if she was knowingly platforming a transphobe was to IP block them and vaguepost about how they need to “touch grass”. The fact that she did not even publish the original ask sent is also very bizarre to me. If she was so confident she is in the right, there would be no reason to not give the context for her statements.

I am making this post to provide that context which Katya was unwilling to, make an argument explaining why it matters, and provide both sides of this story. More than anything, though, I am making this post in hopes of starting a civil discussion about how we handle transphobia when it presents itself in our communities. Katya is also somewhat correct about something: others can do a lot to encourage people to change when they express bigotry — but not by staying silent and letting it slide. I sincerely hope the situation improves, and I hope that others who are able to do their part to encourage this positive change.

I am NOT making this post to start “drama”, to invite the harassment of ANY party involved, to make the accusation that Katya was acting intentionally or maliciously, to “““cancel””” Katya, or to start ““discourse””. Again: do not harass k//tyahina OR s//intmicolash. Doing so is malicious and unproductive. I do not condone anyone using my statements to justify pointless cruelty or bullying.

However, trans people do not deserve to be treated with such open malice, suspicion, and scorn when trying to make our communities a safer place for ourselves. I will not tolerate anyone choosing to belittle the severity of this issue.

I implore everyone to be civil and courteous in the notes. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to DM me. I am not, however, interested in “debating” whether or not it is acceptable to minimize, excuse, or defend transphobia as demonstrated here. If that basic idea is not something you can get behind, you are not welcome on either this post nor this blog.

[montys-superstar]

Monty x f!reader

Hello! I haven't written in a long long time but this gator has me in security breach brainrot. So I decided to write some self indulgent x reader nsfw and wanted to share it in case anyone else is also desperately searching for Monty content. Enjoy!

Warnings: nsfw

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The animatronics at the Freddy Fazbears Mega Pizzaplex were not like any other robot in the world. They were intelligent, complex, and advanced A.I's with personalities of their own. With animatronics this advanced, not only was physical maintenence necessary for them, but so was making sure that they were mentally doing well. That is where you come in. Your job was to supervise the animatronics at the Pizzaplex, to check in with them and make sure their A.I was functioning properly. You were not so much one of their workers- but a friend. And Montogomery Gator had always been the hardest animatronic to work with. He was hot-headed, destructive, and prone to getting angry. But despite how difficult he was to work with- he had always been your favorite.

...

Tonight you were staying after hours with Monty after he had lashed out after a birthday party and completely destroyed his bedroom. You were worried about him, and even after your shift had ended, you just didn't feel right leaving him alone.

"You sure you don't want to talk about it?" You asked, standing in the middle of Monty's now destroyed room.

"No." Monty growled as he turned to gave you a side eye. "Why are you still here?"

"Because I want to help you." You stated.

"Go home.. I'm fine."

"No, you're not." You took a step towards him.

Monty snapped at you with his jaws and turned away. "I said I'm fine! I just- I hate seeing that stupid bear get all the attention. No one ever wants to see what Monty's doin'..."

"Oh Monty." You frowned. Ever since you'd met him, you had noticed that Monty was often jealous of the attention the other animatronics received. You thought that maybe it was because he had replaced another member of the band that he felt inferior to the others. "You know you're my favorite, right?"

He turned to look at you in surprise. ".. Yer' just sayin that to make me feel better.

"No, I mean that." You smiled as you stepped towards him again, placing a hand on his chest. "Ever since I started working here, you have been my favorite. Sure, you can be a total pain in the ass. But I love you regardless, more than anyone else here. I am your biggest fan."

Monty blinked, unsure of how to show the happiness that your words made him feel. He leaned down, placing his head onto your shoulder.

"If there's anything I can do yo make you feel better Monty, just let me know." You said as you ran your fingers through his Mohawk.

"... anythin'?"

"Mhm. Anyth-" You were cut off when Monty suddenly grabbed your waist, lifting you up and walking you over to the couch.

"Monty! Put me down!" You complained as he set you down onto the couch that he'd left multiple claw marks on.

"I know something you can do for me doll." Monty shot you a mischievous grin, kneeling down in front of you as he opened his mouth. His jaw snapped shut around your pants, fangs pulling and tearing the fabric which made you wonder how he could possibly be a child's animatronic with such a dangerous set of teeth. With a final yank of his head, your pants were completely removed. You were in shock at his actions, trying to squirm away but his nails quickly dug into your hips.

"Monty! What are you-" Your sentence was cut short when the gator suddenly pushed his snout between your thighs. A cry of surprise left your mouth, trying to squeeze your legs shut until one clawed hand shoved them apart. Monty's robotic tongue came from his mouth and licked up your clothed entrance, you felt a sudden heat grow there from his actions as you tried to free yourself from his grip. But Monty held you firmly in place, tilting his head and carefully biting down around your panties. He was much more gentle than he had with your pants, but tore them away none the less. Now with nothing else stopping him, he quickly plunged his tongue into your sex.

A cry left your mouth, moving your hand up to silence yourself. "Monty.. we shouldn't be doing this..."

But Monty wasn't listening as he moved his tongue in out of you, enjoying the way he felt your thighs twitch under his claws. Occasionally his tongue would swirl and press up on your clit, causing a whole different kind of pleasure to shoot through your body. He let out a growl and there was suddenly a sound of shifting metal. You looked down to see the plate around his groin shift and release a mechanical cock, dripping precum from its tip. You knew that the animatronics had this feature built into them, Vanessa had told you about it before. She said their A.I was so advanced that they needed them to feel as if they were real beings, and though you found it strange, you couldn't say that you hadn't been a bit turned on by the thought. Now seeing Monty's mechanical member out only inches away from you was causing your pussy to throb around his tongue.

Monty removed his mouth from you and hunched over you so his face was next to yours. You reached up to grab his face, any doubt from before was gone as you placed a kiss on the gators snout and parted your legs for him. He felt his system overheating by the simple gesture, if he wasn't horny before, he certainly was now.

"Heh. Not so wrong now, is it?" Monty asked.

You looked away sheepishly, too embarrassed about the position you were in to face him.

"What's the matter?" Monty moved his hips forward, prodding at your entrance with his cock. It was cold and firm, sending a spark down your spine as you grabbed onto his shoulders. He chuckled at your reaction, sliding himself over your entrance and growling with pleasure at how wet you were for him. "Alright darling, I'm gonna put it in now."

You felt the cold head of Monty's cock slowly enter you, causing a gasp to leave your mouth as your back arched in response. Your walls clenched around him, a moan leaving your mouth as he paused to admire the view.  He didnt say anything, but you could tell he was waiting to make sure he didn't hurt you. When you swiveled your hips a bit, Monty took it as a sign to slowly push the rest of himself into you. A rumbling growl came from his throat as he buried himself into you completely, feeling your warm skin against the cold plate of his groin.

He stayed there for a moment, his tongue licking up the side of your face. You smiled, but your smile quickly turned into a groan when his hips suddenly bucked into you without warning. He grabbed your bare hips again, digging his nails into you as he started to thrust in and out of you. The sensation was beyond what you could have imagine, moans leaving your mouth as the sound of skin and metal filled the room. Monty was snarling and huffing as his nails clawed down your thighs, his bright eyes focused on your face.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this.." He grinned as watched your face contort into pleasure. "Just the sight of you made me so hard."

You tried to reply, but a sudden jerk of his hips drew another gasp from your mouth. He paused momentarily to grab your thigh, raising it up over his arm since he was too tall to put it over his shoulder. He started to pound into you at a faster pace than before, causing you to cry out at how deep he was able to hit.

"Oh Monty- I'm going to-" You gasped out, feeling the knot building up in your stomach with every thrust.

"Already? Is my cock that good doll?" He leaned towards you, a deep growl rumbling down his throat. The sound only aroused you even more, whimpering as his hand suddenly slapped your ass. "Answer me."

"Yes! Yes, it's so good Monty!" You complied, desperate to orgasm as he continued his relentless pace.

"Good." Monty didn't stop, feeling his system getting close as well. He felt your walls suddenly clench around him, emitting a loud snarl as he felt you release around his cock. The sensation brought Monty to his own release, both of your orgasms filling you up as you cried out his name.

Monty looked down as he pulled out of you, watching your cum leak out over your thighs and onto his sofa. He licked his lips at the sight, glancing back up at your flustered face as you tried to process what had just happened.

"Somethin' the matter? You look like you just got the shit fucked out of you by a gator." He snickered at his joke as his cock was retracted back into his groin.

"That was.. that was great, but it can't happen again." You grabbed your ripped pants, using it to try and hide yourself as you stood up and headed for the door.

"Oh come on y/n." Monty quickly followed you, blocking your way out as he stared down at you. "You weren't thinking that two minutes ago."

"Yes but-" You looked up at him, just the sight of his grin was making you wet again.  "But.. it's my job to watch over you. I can't be distracted."

"Oh, yer right. Its yer job to make sure my needs and wants are met so I don't go beserk, right?" He crouched down to your level, prowling towards you as you took a couple steps back until your back hit the wall. "But what if I want you?"

"I..." You looked down at the sound of metal shifting again. Well.... maybe one more time wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

[readerstories]

Body Heat - Aaron Hotchner x male!reader

Summary: Been re-watching Criminal Minds lately, and ofc reading fanfics, and I see that there are very few male readers out there so here’s at least one. Some classic bed sharing because something breaks during a snowstorm and it’s freezing, so time to share body heat ;) (AO3)

Warnings: nsfw, smut

Wordcount: 3891

A case in a small and remote part of North Dakota during the middle of the coldest winter in memory was not ideal to say the least. 

You liked snow and the cold, but even you had your fill by now. Everything is frozen, the ground, the bodies of the victims, even the snow was crunchy and no good to make snowballs with. (All of you had at one point or another almost face planted before getting wise and buying shoe spikes.)

At least the case was over and you had caught the killer alive this time, so that was good.

What was not good, was the snow storm currently raging outside the cabin door, causing the whole team to be stuck waiting for it to clear so you could take off. Because of course, this being a small town, there was no hotel, only small cabins to rent. But at least there were beds to sleep in, a small desk with a chair, a small bathroom (and a fireplace that you had yet to use), which was really all you needed.

The team had split up, since there only were two queen sized beds in each cabin. You had ended up with Hotch, which you really didn’t mind. He was always a quiet roommate, very polite and proper. Didn’t talk much, mostly went right to sleep when he got in, or stared at case files all night.

He was doing the latter right now, while you try to read a few more pages of your book before planning to go to bed for the night. You are trying your hardest to keep your eyes open, determined to at least reach the end of the chapter before sleep takes you. The only lights in the room were the one above your head, and the one on the desk Hotch was using which made it actually kind of cozy, which made your goal even harder.

That coziness disappears in seconds however, when the lights flicker, and then turn off.

Silence, then the both of you try to turn the lights back on a few times. Hotch’s cell pings with a new text, which he quickly reads, the cold light of the screen now being the only light source. 

“Seems the power is out, Morgan is going to the reception house to ask the owner about it since he’s in the cabin closest by.”

“Okay, good, at least it’s not only us.” A few beats of silence, and then another text. Hotch frowns as he reads it.

“Seems like the whole town is dark, the storm has taken out the power, but this place has generators.”

“Great!”

“But it only covers the essential stuff so no pipes will freeze, so we need to keep everything else off.” You nod, forgetting he can’t really see you in the dark.

“So only heat on in the bathroom I’m assuming.”

“Yeah.” You both eye the fireplace, and you sigh. 

“The owner told Morgan they are fully usable.”

“Well, let's see if I remember how to light one, it’s been a while.” You get out of bed, walking over to the fireplace to start trying while Hotch texts with someone, presumably Morgan again.

Stacking wood and finding some old newspaper curled up in the firewood basket, it only takes two tries and a few minutes to get a budding fire going. Proud of yourself as you watch the flames slowly catch while crouching in front of it, you feel Hotch’s eyes on you.

“Did Morgan say anything else?”

“He suggested we move to fewer cabins. I told everyone to stay in their respective cabins, we don’t need anyone risking going out in this weather when we all have good heat sources.” You nod, getting up and stretching.

“Well, I’m going to brush my teeth then try to sleep, and you should too.” Hotch opens his mouth to say something, but you interrupt him.

“You can look at those casefiles tomorrow, a fire is not the best light source when reading and making notes.” Hotch sighs, knowing that irritatingly you got a point. You smile a quick smile before going to the bathroom. While you’re in there the lights you had turned on before come back to light, but Hotch is quick to turn them off, two small clicks following right after one another. You check the oven in the bathroom, turning it down to half, knowing that should keep the temperature above freezing at least.

Neither you or Hotch speak another word to each other before going to bed, curled up almost fully clothed in your respective bed in the already colder room, even with the fire now going quite well in the fireplace.

You close your eyes, sure that sleep will come easy, as it was not that long ago you had almost fallen asleep while reading, nodding off between each sentence on the page.

But sleep doesn’t come.

Instead, you lay there, head empty of any thoughts, calm, but still you just can’t sleep.

You hear the wind blowing outside, each gust of wind making the cabin creak and groan quietly, barely there, but noticeable in the quiet of the night. The fireplace crackles, giving back at least some of that cozy feeling from earlier.

You can also hear Hotch toss and turn, which is unusual for him. The few times you had seen the man sleep or just been in the same room as him while he did so, he had been still, almost never moving other than his chest going up and down with each breath.

It takes an audible shudder coming from the other bed for you to realize why.

Hotch is cold, very much so. You can’t help the little smile that grazes your lips, almost a quiet laugh in its own right. So the cold is what does the big bad unit chief in huh?

You don’t feel good about it for long however as it’s clear that some solution to the problem is needed, as Hotch sounds no nearer to sleep than you are, and you are certain that like this neither of you will get any rest soon. So you cast a glance over at the fireplace before quickly getting out of your bed. Hotch quietly speaks your name, a question more than anything else. You drag your mattress, your pillow and duvet in front of the fireplace and put it down, turning to face Hotch, who has propped himself up on an elbow, confusion in his knitted brows.

“Come here.”

“What.” The tone is deadpan, not really a question in the word.

“I can hear your teeth clatter, I know you’re cold, so take your duvet and get in front of the fire.” Hotch slowly does as he’s told, surprisingly without asking anything. Or maybe he just sees your point. He drops his duvet next to yours, farthest from the fire, but you tut, moving it closest instead.

“You’re the coldest one, so you can sleep closest to the fire.” Hotch quirks a brow, but sits down on the floor as close to the fireplace as he can.

“Are you sure there is no ulterior motive? Maybe you just want it to be me to catch fire if things go wrong.” You grin, loving when Hotch lets his humor shine through his normally stoic facade.

“Maybe.” You get down on the floor too, laying down at the same time as Hotch. Before he can really react, you pull him close to your chest. It’s the surprise of it all that lets you drag him so he’s tucked under your chin, his hands on your chest.

“What are you doing?” You feel his whole body stiffen, even his words come out like that.

“Body heat.” You hum. Hotch stays stiff for a little while, but then there’s a big sigh as he relaxes a little. Slowly, one of his arms goes over your sides, still slightly unsure about this situation. You smile, resting huffing out a small laugh.

It’s already a lot warmer this close to the fire and though sleeping on the mattress on the floor like this isn’t the best, it’s better than being cold at least. And you’re not complaining about having an excuse to hold Hotch close like this, feeling him shift as he tries to get comfortable.

You feel your eyelids grow heavy, sleep creeping up on you as you get warmer. The last thing you hear before slipping into dreamland is the crackling of the fire, and a faint snore coming from Hotch.

----

Sadly, you wake up just a few hours later needing to pee. You somehow manage to get up without waking Hotch, so you are as quiet as you can be while doing your business. He’s still asleep when you get back, face relaxed.

You stop briefly to watch him sleep, as weird as you know it is. It’s just that you rarely see Hotch without a frown or a face made of stone, so you drink in the sight as long as you dare. Which is only a few seconds, but you stop yourself when you yawn.

With quiet steps you walk over to the mattress, slipping under the duvet and back to the shared warmth. This time it’s you that are dragged into Hotch’s arms as he mumbles something in his sleep. You try not to make any sound of surprise, as not to wake him still. You don’t mind this turn of events at all, as Hotch mumbles some words into your hair before they yet again turn to occasional soft snores. Letting out another yawn, you slip an arm over Hotch’s waist and let sleep take you.

----

It’s still dark out when you wake next, although this time of year it doesn’t say much.

This time it was Hotch moving that woke you, as your arms have made their way around his chest like he has done with his, holding him close and feeling his every move. You can tell by his breathing and movements that he’s awake, so you slowly talk, more or less asking the only question you have right into his chest.

“What time is it?” Another movement, most likely checking his phone.

“6:30 AM.” You groan, his deep and sleep laden voice doing things to your heart and brain you don’t have the awake awareness to think about right now.

“Back to sleep it is.” Hotch chuckles.

“This is past the time I would normally get up.”

“Is the storm still going on outside?” You both listen, and yes, over the low crackling of the now almost dead fire you can still hear the wind taking a hold of everything around it.

“Sounds like it.”

“Great, more sleep for us Aaron.” You can’t see the raised eyebrow, but you can almost hear it in his voice.

“Aaron?” You nod, trying to get in the perfect position to go back to sleep.

“Yeah, it feels weird using your last name when I’m cuddling with you.”

“Sharing body heat.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Aaron chuckles, and weirdly enough he ruffles your hair a bit. Your heart aches at the familiarity of the motion, but again, not awake enough for any of that.

It is then that it happens. In your effort to get comfortable, you shift your leg a little to high, and suddenly your thigh rubs against a clothed, but very obivous, erection. Aaron draws in a small sharp breath as you turn to stone for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry, I, uh-” Suddenly more awake, but still not quite there yet, you say nothing at first. You could have made some lame joke about it you suppose, but instead you are just as awkward as him.

“It, it’s uh, fine, um..” Silence for a few beats, then you come to a mutual and unspoken agreement to just ignore it.

However, you find that no matter how hard you try, you can’t.

You’re not pressed up against his crotch or anything anymore, you moved your leg way too fast out of the way for that to still be the case.

But you are still in Aaron’s arms, which makes it hard not to think about it. He’s warm, a little soft, strong, and you can smell his cologne this close. His breath is steady, but too steady, like he’s trying to will himself to sleep. Your head almost spins by the feeling of it all, and your thoughts are no help either, replaying the moment over and over again in your head.

The noise he had made had made you stiffen, perhaps from other reasons than you would like to admit.

You don’t know how long you both lay there, trying to or pretending to be asleep, but you know it feel like forever and torture of the slowest kind.

An idea slips into your mind before you can really stop it, making everything else go quiet.

What if you did it again?

You had for a long time admired Aaron, perhaps in more ways than you were willing to admit to yourself or anyone else. And in some fleeting and weak moments you had thought he might be too. A lingering glance or two during a case when he thought you wouldn’t notice, him letting small smiles slip onto his face more often when you were around, him bringing you coffee from time to time.

Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself as you move your leg again.

Another sharp breath from Aaron.

“What are you doing?” He asks as you still with your thigh pressed up against his still there erection.

“Trying something.” A beat where neither of you move.

“Stop me if you want.” Aaron says nothing and does nothing, so slowly, oh ever so slowly, you use your leg to rub against him. His breath deepens, and one of his hands moves to your hip, but doesn’t push you away, simply letting it rest there. Your own hands roam across his back, shifting, fluttering, trying to find purpose. In the end you grasp the back of his t-shirt as you slowly start to try to move him too.

Aaron groans, something that makes your own dick start to stir, and then he’s moving, and oh.

He seems in no rush, just rocking his hips ever so slightly forward, pressing himself against your thigh.

His breath is speeding up, and so is yours, almost panting in the quiet of the room.

As good as you are sure it feels, you want more, you almost need more. Removing one hand from his back, you replace your thigh with your hand, rubbing and fully feeling Aaron’s dick strain against the front of his pants. A hitch in his breath, an audible swallow, him continuing to move, now into your hand, spurs you on.

As far as you can tell through the fabric, Aaron is rather large, and certainly excited. You let your hand wander, squeeze, and rub as you please, every so often pausing to grab at his thigh instead, teasingly letting your fingers drag and dance along it.

A thought, and then your other hand is in front of you, gently touching his chest. You back away a few inches, careful to keep your touch still on him. Casting a glance upwards as you start to push his t-shirt up from his stomach, you’re met with intense eyes watching your every move. You swallow, Aaron’s eyes shift to follow the motion, then to your lips as you lick them.

He lets you push his t-shirt up under his armpits, and only then does he do any of the work himself, lifting himself up slightly so he can take it off and drop it on the floor behind you. You don’t let your eyes or hand linger on his scars, instead focusing on his chest.

He’s less hairy than you imagined, but you don’t care at all.

And you had imagined it.

But nothing could compare to the real deal. Feeling him turn to putty in your hands as you rub him through his pants, hear him groan as you let your hand brush against a nipple.

“God, fuck, you-” Aaron stops himself, letting out another groan as you you lean forward and plant a kiss on his chest.

“Ah, fuck, come here.” Before you can ask what he means, there’s a hand in your hair yanking you up, and then you’re kissing him.

You’re kissing Aaron Hotchner.

Fuck.

Fuck yes.

In less than a second you’re kissing back, mouths uncoordinated and messy as they meet. Your hand which had stopped rubbing him, starts up again while you kiss, and he moans into your mouth, which, fuck, that’s hot.

Both of his hands tangled in your hair pull you even closer as you both almost forget you need to breathe, only breaking apart to gulp down some air before diving right back in, lips moving firmly against each other.

Aaron is the first to add tongue, which makes you let out a little gasp, giving him full access.

He takes the opportunity, and not to be outdone, you move your hand from his bulge to the button on his pants. A noise of disappointment turns into a small moan as he realizes what you are doing. With all the noises he is making against your lips, it’s hard to concentrate, so you break the kiss so you can concentrate on zipping him down, and getting into his pants. Aaron moves forward so he can kiss along your throat, letting his teeth nip along the little skin that is showing from under your shirt.

“Fuck!” You groan, feeling the small smile Aaron can’t hide as he kisses your skin.

“Could get used to hearing that more often.”

“Yeah, good, fuck.” You curse whoever invented zippers as you fumble with it as if you were a fucking teenager.

Finally, a few seconds later, you are able to shove your hand into Aaron’s underwear and the smug smile you could feel against your skin turns into a moan.

“Fuck.” It’s low, but you hear it, glancing at him with a grin.

“I would like to hear that too.” You say as you start to pump his length, using his pre-cum as lubrication. Another nip to your skin makes you moan.

“At least your shirts have higher collars.” Aaron teases as he moves his hands from your hair to the hem of your t-shirt, dragging it up. You let go of him only so you can take it off fully, then your hands are right back on him. One on his dick, the other tugging slightly at a nipple.

Aaron drags you in for a kiss, and you moan into his mouth as he lets his hands wander all over you. Up your sides, over your chest, down your stomach. Your breath hitches as you think you know where he is going, but instead his hands settles on your ass, pulling you even closer, so close you can barely move your arm, but fuck, he raises his leg a little and now your hard dick is rubbing against his thigh. He rocks forward, seeking friction for you both, and you can’t help but moan into his mouth.

His cock is heavy in your hand, heat radiating from all off him were you are pressed close, still under the duvets. Your movements aren’t rushed, neither of you in a hurry to finish, but fuck, it feels good. Every rock of Aaron’s hips moves his dick in your hand, and presses him against yours, building up on the desire you feel taking over you.

One of his hands move from your ass to your hair, pulling at it as he stops kissing you briefly to moan into your throat.

“I’m close, fuck.” Your eyes flicker all over his face, greedily drinking in the look in his face. The normally stoic Aaron coming apart in your hands  is a sight to behold. Hair sticking in every possible direction, breathing heavy trough kiss-bruised lips is a sight you will carry forever.

You nod quickly, diving on for another kiss.

“Yeah, yeah, come on, don’t hold back on my part.” Aaron groans as he comes, cum seeping trough your fingers as he shakes apart in your hold. You keep gently stroking him as he comes down from is orgasm, stopping when a shiver runs trough his body.

You’re still pressed close, so you you notice quickly when one of his hands moves down your front. He squeezes your cock trough your pants, and you buck your hips into his hand. He chuckles, and then he’s unbuckling your pants, and within seconds his hand is around your cock and moving. You moan, trowing your head back, giving him ample space to lean forward and kiss along your neck.

“Fuck, ah, no marks.”

“Good for you that it is scarf season.” Like the fucking tease that he is Aaron lick a long stripe along your throat, but he does move further down, sucking and biting bruises into the skin on your chest as his hand moves up and down slowly on your cock.

You can’t help the noises the escapes you, moans and groans mixing with heavy breaths. his hands is firm on you, taking you closer and closer with every second, building up until your toes starts to curl.

“Fuck, A-Aaron.” He hums against your skin, placing a last kiss on your collarbone before moving so you’re on eye level once more, a hand in your hair tugging lightly.

“Don’t hold back on my part.” The words are said with a small grin his face, and you div in to kiss him as you cum, spilling all over his hand.

For a few minutes, neither of you move, just catching your breath together in silence. You are the first to move, twisting around so you can get your t-shirt back. Aaron frowns, but you just use it to wipe his hand off and yours. You kiss his knuckles after you clean them off, getting a single laugh as a reaction. Discarding the t-shirt once more, you tuck yourself back into your pants, Aaron doing the same.

A few beats more of silence, both of you not really knowing what to say.

“That was-” Aaron breaks first, but stops himself.

“Yeah...” You can’t help but slowly break into a grin, then a little laughter. He does the same, quiet laughter and a smile making your heart warm as he pulls you back into his still shirtless chest.

You let him, content and almost ready to fall asleep again, but not before you get out some last words.

“Next time I would prefer a bed though.”

“Next time?” He questions as his hand settles against your back.

“Mhm.”

“Alright, I’ll remember that.” He ruffles your hair, placing a single kiss on top of your head. Within minutes you are asleep, back to dreamland in your arms, for once content with sleeping in.

(You don’t take your scarf off on the whole way home, but if anyone in the team notices, none of them mention it, but you can see a smirk threaten to break out on Hotch’s face every time he glances at it.)

[dhampiravidi]

in--noctem​:

Artemis Kelly. Ronnie knew plenty of assassins- if not by appearance, then at least by name. And her name was one that struck him immediately. Traitor. She was well known, though he’d heard mostly whispers about her. An assassin who killed other assassins. He knew, with absolute certainty, that she was unlikely to let him live without this turning into a fight. Admittedly, though, Ronnie was a traitor, himself. Had put a bullet through the skull of others like him. Hadn’t thought twice about it. He wouldn’t deny that there was some small level of respect he felt for the woman.

Despite this, he gave no clear indication that he recognized the name. No pause. No faltering. Not even a momentary tension in his jaw. Instead, he smirked at her. “Now, see, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He taunted just a bit. But he clearly had no intention of offering her that same kindness. Even if there did come a time when he offered up a name for himself, it would not be one he’d used at any other point before. A John Doe from the moment they met to the last second they spent together- which, he thought, might be quite soon. She wasn’t likely to let him leave her safehouse alive unless she found a good reason to keep him around.

Ronnie passed her the gun with little hesitation, and then they were off. It was easy enough for him to keep up with her, even despite the injury to his shoulder still bleeding. The blood loss was slow enough that he wasn’t yet getting dizzy, but he knew that not treating it would cause the wound to fester, infection setting in. Whether he’d get that treatment once they’d reached her safehouse or not, though, he was unsure. She must have had some medical supplies of some sort- anyone with half a fucking brain cell working a job like this had to have at least some sort of antiseptic for cleaning out wounds and gauze for patching them up- but that didn’t mean she’d be willing to share. In fact, it left him considering leaving. It would be easy enough for him to dip into a crowd moving opposite of her, and with Artemis ahead of him, she wouldn’t even notice right away. He could disappear, not leave a trace of evidence left behind for her or anyone else to find him. He had earned his codename, “Ghost”, for a reason. He was nearly impossible to find, popped up when he wanted to, got business taken care of, then disappeared off the radar like he’d never even existed.

Something compelled him to keep with her, though. Maybe it was simply the fact that her hideout was, apparently, much closer than his own? He’d have quicker access to care for his injury, a chance to rest up a bit (if he was lucky). And if she came at him with the intent to kill? He’d finish her off without a second thought.

So he weaved skillfully through the crowds, kept attention off of himself with ease, even despite his gun being at the ready in the pocket of his jacket, fingers curled around it, already on the trigger. He wouldn’t even have to pull it out, just shoot straight through the fabric. Nobody would see it coming.

When they finally reached her safehouse, Ronnie noticed her checking around first- probably to assure that no unexpected visitors had busted into her place while she was away. Then she finally stepped aside and Ronnie didn’t hesitate to go in. Though he wasn’t stupid enough to turn his back on her at any point, even when it meant walking backwards a few steps. His gun wasn’t raised, but he could draw his weapon quicker than damn near anyone, especially when his life was on the line. “Nice place,” He commented, despite not having really taken any time to look at it. It was the kind of thing you say just to fill the silence. Or, in this case, to kick off to a more important matter. “Now pass me the gun,” The demand was less intimidating than it could have been, his voice not harsh. Even still, it was a demand, his hand held out, palm flat as he awaited the moment she’d pass it to him. If she felt apprehensive about giving it up, though, he understood. She had that blade tucked in her hair still, but the gun was a quicker shot if he tried to pull something over on her. Not that he intended to, but he got it. “It won’t do either of us any good for me to kill you,” He explained, knowing that another simple “I would have done it already,” wouldn’t suffice this time. "Seems to me we might just be fighting on the same side here, Artemis. You’re more valuable to me alive than dead. I’m not gonna shoot you. Now give me my gun and we’ll figure shit out from there.”

Artemis was glad he’d stopped coming up with new nicknames for her. At the moment, though, “Artemis” was more focused on what the man was doing, rather than what he was saying.

“I’m keeping the gun. Always nice to have an extra,” she retorted, “Besides: how do I know you don’t just want another safehouse?” With the gun still in her hand, she calmly sat on the edge of the plain bed and took off her heels. She’d definitely done her share of running in them, that night and in the past, but she still preferred keeping her feet bare to balancing on stilettos for the rest of the evening. She figured her associate could have two options in his mind: either he had heard of her before, and he planned on bringing her to someone who’d promised money if she was brought in alive (though that wasn’t likely), or he had heard of her and he planned to kill her as soon as she brought out the medical supplies. 

“First Aid kit and everything else is in the lower bathroom cabinet, left-hand side,” she said casually, a mocking smile on her face. Not only would that put his back to her the entire time he took to retrieve the supplies, but it meant he’d have to be in a vulnerable position until he left her company. There was no way she was helping him (or anyone else who wasn’t an innocent person--as if she ever ran into those) treat his wound. He was obviously in the same line of work that she was, so he should know how to treat himself. So the whole time he was doing that, she’d have a gun on him. She might not even sleep, just for her own sake. Better to be safe than sorry. “Let’s figure shit out: did you plan on staying after you take my saline and gauze?”

Her “go bag” which had weapons, identification, and basic disguise materials, was in the closet. There were a few nonperishable foodstuffs in the tiny kitchen area. Artemis/Jasmine didn’t want her stowaway knowing where anything was. She wasn’t a newbie learning the ins and outs of being an assassin anymore, but she’d still worked hard to get everything she had. After all, Jasmine Grey was dead as far as the Irish police and the rest of the world was concerned, so it wasn’t like she had her family’s money to help her. No, accumulating her stash had taken years of strategy--just over a decade, if she was really thinking about it. She’d be damned if she let some stranger who fucked up her recon steal some of her things. And that’s all he was to her: an annoying stranger. It was easier to kill strangers, anyway.