#sugar lacy bear

[flkwh0re]

can I request a sugar mommy nat fic? w some phone sex and princess treatment :3

The Office

SugarMommy! Natasha x Reader

(this is how I imagine sugar mommy Natasha who loves you so much but when she gets stressed she just uses you to your fullest as a stress reliever)

W/c: 1k

A/n: Not phone sex cuz I cannot write that to save my life, but office sex is better!!

Warnings: mommy kink (Nat), strap on usage, breast worship, office sex, pussy slapping.

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“But Nat what if your workers catch us.” You protested. “Don’t worry baby, no one will come in my office. Mommy needs you.”

Natasha had requested you make her lunch and bring it to her, and so you did. You would do anything for that woman. It all started when you met her at one of Tony Starks work parties.

A place where rich men and woman all gather to just blow their riches on expensive beverages, gambling, etc. Tony had allowed you to work one of the event in hopes to make a little extra cash.

You were a struggling college student, taking any job you could get; even though you already had one.

That was until you met Natasha Romanoff. A woman who had an abundance amount of cash, so much you could barley fathom someone having. It started as you just fulfilling her needs with sex, but it later turned into a different relationship.

Natasha confessed her love for you, after you had been seeing her for a few months. At first you were insecure with it, and felt like you were just using her for the money. You later felt content with yourself because you genuinely loved her.

Once word had gotten out about your relationship with Nat, things got very hectic very quickly. The media attention was almost too much to bear, but you never went out alone without Natasha.

“As long as we can lock the door.” Natasha chuckled at your worry, “You can lock the door honey.” You straightened up from your spot on Nat’s desk that you were leaning on.

Once you had locked the door your scurried back over to Natasha, sinking down onto her lap. Your lips hastily linked with hers, and her hands ventured your body.

They eventually found the belt loops of your jeans, linking and tugging slightly at the material. Your hands slipped around Natasha’s neck, pulling her impossibly close as the kiss became more and more heated.

Your hips began to grind down onto her skirt clad thighs. “Let’s get this shirt off, shall we?” Natasha asked as she tugged the hem of your shirt, then slipped it over your body.

“Hmm, wearing my favorite lacy bra? Seems like you were ready to beg mommy to fuck you baby. Were you?” You nod, “Yes mommy, I need you so bad.”

She faux pouted by slipping her bottom lip out, humming softly. But she really pitied you, you spent all morning preparing her a delicious meal so of course she had to pay you back.

“Sit on my desk baby.” She said softly, helping you stand up. Her hands slipped around your back and unclasped your bra, her lips momentarily pressed against yours again.

Her cold hands massaged your soft breast lightly, nipples hardening at her cold touch. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, lightly tugging before slipping her tongue past your lips.

She swallowed your moans as they left your lips when she’d twist and tug on your buds. As soon as her lips left yours, they wrapped around your nipples. Her teeth grazing the nubs, making you squirm.

“Mommy please, I need you.” You whined. With your beg, her fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans. She tugged them off you, admiring the panties that matched the bra you previously had on.

She slipped the lace off your body, her hands softly met your thighs as she moved them apart. Her nimble fingers softly grazed over your clit, pressing down slightly to give you a little pressure.

She slipped her ring finger into your aching cunt, shortly after she added a second. Your head was thrown back as she thrust her fingers in and out of you. Curling then to reach the spots you most wanted to be.

You wrapped your legs tightly around her waist, earning a harsh slap to your pussy. One thing about Natasha is she had to have full control, nothing could be there to hold her in place.

As her dominant hand thrust her digits into your pussy, her other hand toyed with your clit. Sending you spiraling, and soon to your orgasm.

She removed her hand from you, licking away and tasting your arousal. “Wait here.” She demanded before walking to the room attached to her office.

She walked back with a strap attached to her hips. Natasha helped you bend over her desk, her strong arms holding you up.

She ran the tip of the faux dick through your cunt, slipping the end into you. She teased at your hole, then slipped the full length in.

“Fuck detka, taking mommy’s cock so well.” She rasped into the shell of your ear, you could hear the animalistic haste in her voice.

She began to snap her hips back and forth, the length of the dick filling you full. It was almost too much for you to bear, but you took it to satisfy her. That’s all you ever wanted to do, no one had ever loved you like Natasha.

“Mommy I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum, oh fuck!” You screamed as she slammed her hips into yours, and her hands gripped the sides of your lower back. “Cmon detka, cum on mommy’s cock. Let go for me sweetheart.”

Natasha watched as your cum began to gush out with each thrust from her. “Fuck detka, you did so good. Wait here.” Natasha walked off, then returned with a towel and her skirt back on.

She cleaned up your thighs and wiped the sweat off your forehead. “Here, put these on instead of your jeans.” She handed you a pair of sweats, and you kissed her cheek as a thanks.

“Do you have a lot more work Natty?” You asked as you redressed yourself. “Not much, why?” Natasha questioned.

“I was just hoping that before I went back home we could cuddle up for a bit on the couch.” You said, and a smile adorned her face. “I’d love that.”

Masterlist

[prozacwhorehouse]

precursor to a cooper adams/abbott thing im working on !! ankle monitor concept by @cryobabyy 💗💗

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she was 18.

her favorite book was My Year Of Rest And Relaxation. she always say at the round table in the back corner of the library. she preferred waffles to pancakes, with strawberries and powdered sugar. her favorite place to get these was the diner on North. she watched reruns of the office every night. she had a cat named Bingo.

she had just started college. she had her entire life ahead of her. she balanced her school work and social life perfectly. monday through thursday afternoons were for school, thursday evenings through saturday nights were for partying. Sunday was a rest day.

she grew up in a stable, loving household. she was friendly with everyone, she had no known enemies - not ones that’d she’d made clear.

so it made no sense when she disappeared.

her favorite book was My Year Of Rest And Relaxation. she always say at the round table in the back corner of the library. she preferred waffles to pancakes, with strawberries and powdered sugar. her favorite place to get these was the diner on North. she watched reruns of the office every night. she had a cat named Bingo.

he knew all these things.

She is 20.

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2 years.

2 years, 57 days, 17 hours.

2 years spent in the vacant townhouse on the end of the lot, on the corner of Evergreen and Woodshire roads.

she spent the first year in the unfinished basement. Cinderblock walls, caulk between them white and clean. he kept them that way. He couldn’t stand when they’d brown, a sign of their age. almost like they were dying, so used to the death they’d seen in the room.

Her bed was in the corner - a spring mattress on the floor, covered in a proper vintage floral bed set. Comforter always perfectly straight, no crinkles. The pillows always upright against the wall, forming a straight, never crooked line between them. A stuffed bear with a sage green ribbon around its neck sits before them. Theres a small red stain on the ribbon - they turned that part to the back. there are two sets of handcuffs bolted to the floor near the mattress. They aren’t used very often anymore, just a precaution.

Across from her bed, a three tiered metal rack with a tv on top. He’d gotten it for her last year, for her 19th birthday. She’d earned it, he said.

The amenities in the room at first were minimal. He made it clear very early on that he was in control. That she had to earn the things she wanted. He now asks her weekly what she’d like from the store, or amazon. she learned quickly to behave, after the first few weeks of resentment. Kicking and scratching turned into a longing for his touch. near the door, there’s a dresser. Filled with baby tees, short shorts, baggy sweaters, knee socks. Lacy underwear and bras with little bow accents.

a desk where she could write and draw, all the books she could want, a fair collection of makeup. he got it all for her as she earned it.

when she had first came to, vision clouded, she first noticed the pressure around her wrists. attempting to pull them closer to be able to see, they stop. She tugs once, twice, three times to be sure. The clinking of the chain on the ground confirmed her fears.

Attempting to calm her mind and panicked breathing, she laid back, when she felt an object between her ankle and the mattress. As her vision cleared, she makes out the monitor strapped to her ankle. Similar to the ones put on newly freed prisoners on probation. Her breathing stills as she watches the red light on the side blink. blink. blink.

she no longer notices the feeling of the plastic around her ankle. she no longer smells the overwhelming odor of the cleaning fluid. She no longer feels scared. She feels safe.

she believes he saved her.

[growmydarling]

I want to be completely feminized by fat. Pump me full of lard and sugar and estrogen until my hips get me stuck in doorways and force me into a lumbering waddle. Keep me lazy and stuffed until my pecs soften into saggy tits that spill out of any bra. Force me fatter and fatter until my fat pad swallows cock completely, smothering any semblance of my manhood. I’d say I’d let you dress me in all the pretty lace and lingerie you want, but let’s be honest. Would any of it fit me?

say goodbye to being a big bear. you're just going to be my chunky princess from now on. 💕 my big growing girl needs pink stockings and lacy underthings while she stuffs herself silly. you'll be bigger than you ever thought possible, and so transformed that nobody recognizes you as the former man you once were.

[blackdollette]

kinktober day 13.

10.25 - BREED KINK | KAPPA!

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previous: 10.23 - SEX TAPE!

female!reader x kappa

word count: 1.0k

contents: breeding, overstimulation, unprotected p in v

you laid on your back, swimming in your blood-red nightgown as you allowed your flowy silk bedsheets to swallow you whole. darkness flooded the room, streaks of moonlight pouring through the open blinds.

your hair spilled across your pillow framing your soft face and gentle features. this tranquil position was how kappa found you every night, all ready for everything he planned on doing to you. you looked so pure and innocent, eyes fluttered shut as you waited for his silent arrival.

as time slurried around you, you felt his rough, yet gentle fingers prying underneath the tiny gown. your eyes opened, instantly meeting his striking blue ones. a grin crept up onto his face as he brushed his fingers over the lacy material of your panties. “rise and shine, sugar… you look beautiful when you’re sleeping.”

his hands began to travel to much more intimate places, the tips of his fingers slowly moving to your sensitive bud, massaging it softly through the lace. his sultry movements continued at an excruciatingly slow pace. he enjoyed feeling you grow noticeably wet from being teased like this. your wet little cunt spoke words that your mouth couldn't bear to say, giving him to signal that he needed.

he pryed your legs apart, pushing himself in between them and hungrily kissing your parted lips. his fingers made quick circles onto your clothed pussy, drawing out quiet and desperate moans from you. he backed away from the kiss, drinking you in. his fingers shone with you liquid as you legs shook for more pleasure. this simple sight sent heat shooting through his length.

“why don’t you flip around for me, sugar?” as he said this, he gripped your waist and hips before throwing you onto your stomach, causing your gown to lift up and expose your perfect ass. he landed a hard slap onto it, making you whine as a slight hand print appeared on your skin. kappa had started palming himself, deep groans emerging from him.

he undid his belt, tossing it to the side before freeing his erect shaft, rubbing it against you aching pussy. the friction of the fabric carrying the friction of his movements, making you even more desperate for his touch. you reached behind you, pulling away your panties and exposing your swollen red slit.

his cock throbbed at the sight, cum already leaking from his tip as he slowly pushed himself into you. harmonized moans came out of both of you, your hips already bucking into his as he quickly thrusted into you, leaving you no time to adjust to his size. he had a firm, almost painful grip on your hips as he fucked you at a merciless pace.

your back arched as he hit that sticky bundle of nerves deep inside of you, your cum already coating his thick cock. a pillow swallowed your moans as his rang out, echoing as they bounced from the walls. his balls slapped your hard clit, making your orgasm approach even faster.

you gripped the bedsheets until your knuckles turned white, biting your bottom lip as the heat in your pussy shot through your entire body. you could hear how wet you were due to the sound that came from the movement of your bodies. kappa had the best view, seeing your ass recoil every time he hit it,

he panted like a thirsty dog as the feeling of your tight pussy sent waves through his sensitive shaft. with a few more sloppy thrusts, he buried himself deep inside of you, filling you up with his seed. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, sending another orgasm through your sore pussy. you sobbed into the pillow as the stimulation began to reach an overwhelming point.

with a few strained breaths, he was back at it, abusing your sore little cunt once again. his leaky cock couldn’t help but continue spilling out into you, cum pouring out of your hole and dripping down to the bedsheets. “w-wanna fill you up, doll… wanna fuck a baby into you…” he had always been fond of the idea of filling you up to the brim with his cum just so he could watch it slowly leak out of you.

your noises filled the room, surely notifying the entire neighbourhood of your activities. you felt your body going completely numb as he forced another round of cum into you, your pussy feeling so warm and full. he made no effort to try and hide how hungry he was for you. he reached a hand down to your puffy clit, his fingers slipping across it with ease.

your body went weak as he precise touches pushed you over the edge. your vision was going blurry and the bloodrush in your body was causing you to go lightheaded. this was the kind of high you found yourself craving every day of your life. your cunt was so tight around his length that it milked every last drop out of him, then some more.

from what you had mindlessly counted, he had cum inside of you 8 times. the sticky mess was dripping from your thighs, making you and him slip as you rubbed against eachother. “j-just one more, sugar. doin’ so well for me.” he was barely able to get the words out as a final throb of your cunt made his balls tighten, releasing hot cum filling you up once more.

you had become so intoxicated from the feeling that you didn’t even notice when he pulled out. he filled you back around, kissing you deeply once again as he gave your pussy a few slaps, drawing thick strings of cum. neither of your pulled away from the kiss. you found yourself swallowing his breathless groans and knew that he was doing the same.

as he left you in the solitude of your bedroom, you lay on your back, feeling his cum still leaking out of you, the warmth of it granting you perfect rest throughout the night.

author's note: 3 more fics to go! this season went too quickly 😭

[wheredafandomat]

Good boy

Spencer Reid! x F. BAU Reader

18+ | contains smut ~ this is my first Reid fic so bear with me 😂

“What’s his problem?” You asked, your eyes following Spencer as he paced the length of the room seemingly reciting something to himself.

“He’s got an exam” Morgan answered unfazed.

“I can hear you” Spencer chirped in, not bothering to pause his pacing.

“Yeah so, he’s got a good memory, he’ll be fine” you dismissed, continuing your conversation with Morgan as you both watched Spencer.

“He’s got a photographic memory,” Morgan agreed.

“Actually” Spencer paused, turning to you both “it’s called an eidetic memory” he corrected.

“Exactly, you’ll be fine” Morgan smiled “now let’s go get a drink” he suggested as you nodded along with him. It was your first free Friday night in over a month after all.

“Neither of you can guarantee that I’ll pass,” Spencer snapped.

“Spence” you began before he interrupted.

“Am I not allowed to feel a little apprehensive just this one time?” He continued to opine.

“I’m not saying that, I’m saying—”

“That you’ll do fine, more than fine like you always do” Morgan cut in, thinking he was fixing the situation by speaking for you.

“I’m staying here to revise, enjoy your drink” Spencer dismissed himself sharply, pushing past Morgan a little as he left.

“I better stay too” you sighed, looking at Morgan.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll help him” you nodded, causing Morgan to grin knowingly after walking into a session of Spencer helping you a month ago “I’m being serious.”

“Okay sugar” Morgan shrugged defensively, still smiling “good luck.”

Once you were alone, you picked up the notepad that was on Spencer’s desk. Flicking through the pages, you read through his messy scribblings, skimming through what it was he was revising before an idea came to you. Picking up a seperate piece of paper and a pen, you wrote a note before slipping it underneath the door Spencer had locked himself behind.

‘Hotch's office in 5’

Seeing the note slide in from underneath the door, Spencer picked it up confused as to why you had written it. He could recognise your handwriting anywhere but it didn’t ease his bewilderment as to why you didn’t call or text or why you were telling him to meet you in Hotch’s office. Despite his puzzlement, Spencer waited four and a half minutes before heading towards Hotch’s office. Opening the door, his eyes widened as they settled on you.

“I wanna play a game” you spoke as Spencer’s eyes moved up your legs.

“I don’t have time for games” he answered waveringly, clearing his throat as his eyes settled on your face.

“Oh, you’ll enjoy this one” you smirked, lifting your leg and adjusting your position so that it crossed over the other one whilst also briefly flashing your lacy underwear hidden beneath your pencil skirt. “I’m going to ask you a question and each answer you get right, you’ll get to choose which item of clothing I take off” you explained sultrily “sound good?”

“Y/n” Spencer swallowed thickly before licking his lips.

“Unless you don’t want to play” you shrugged nonchalantly, hopping off of the desk.

“No” Spencer quickly interjected.

“Good” you smiled coyly before reading out the first question which Spencer answered correctly of course. “Good boy, what do you want me to take off?��� You questioned.

“Your um,—your hair tie,” he answered skittishly.

“Really?” You asked, brows raising questioningly to which Spencer nodded. Rolling your eyes, you untied your hair before asking the next question.“Correct.”

“Your blazer,” Spencer requested.

You continued asking him questions based on what he had written down until you were sitting across Hotch's desk in your bra and skirt, your panties dangling out of Spencer’s back pocket.

“Last question Spence” you announced.

“Mhmm” Spencer nodded, swallowing.

“How much do you want me to take off my bra?”

“A-a lot” he answered, causing you to smile as you unclasped it, your breasts springing free in front of him. Using one of your fingers, you beckoned him closer to which he abided.

“I told you, you don’t need to worry, you’ve got this” you whispered in his ear before licking the shell of it as you pulled him down towards you.

“Can I—can I touch you?” He asked.

“I keep telling you, you don’t need to ask,” you smiled.

“But I—”

“Touch me” you interrupted him. You widened your legs as Spencer stood between them, his hand snaking underneath your skirt which was the only item of clothing left on you as he met your moist centre. He used two of his long fingers to draw tight circles around your clit as you moaned in his ear before his lips met yours in a shy kiss. You deepened it as your hand felt his hard erection, straining against his dress pants. He groaned into the kiss as you freed his length, palming him as your thumb spread precum over his tip.

“Y/nn” he rasped, almost strangled as your thumb moved across his slit.

“Shh” you giggled “remember how to use it?” You spoke against his lips.

“That, I definitely haven’t forgotten” he answered almost proudly.

“Go on then pretty boy, impress me.”

Spencer’s hand replaced yours as he fisted his length a few times before lining it up with your entrance. Sinking inside of you, he bit his lip to contain his moan as his eyes closed, bottoming out. You laid back against the desk as Spencer began to move, slowly, leisurely rocking his hips into yours as he enjoyed the feeling of your walls around him. Growing desperate, his hands gripped your hips as he sped his movements, grunts escaping him with every plunge into you, every calculated thrust.

“Use your hand sexy boy” you smiled up at him as your gazes met. He simpered at the praise before pushing your skirt up a little and using his thumb to rub circles on your clit. “Just like thatt” you moaned as he thrusted into you with more conviction, his mind focused on your pleasure as he moved in and out of you. “I’m soo close baby don’t stop” you begged, Spencer knowing he never would as he fought to stave off his own orgasm; you felt so good. “Spence I’m gonna cum” you almost screamed as waves of pleasure consumed you.

Proud of himself, Spencer let himself go too as your walls thrummed around him, milking his cock as he came. His hips juddered as he slowed his pace, his hand moving away from your clit as your thighs shook. Grunting, he thrust once more, emptying himself deep inside of you.

“Have you gotten through to y/n?” JJ asked, looking at Morgan.

“No luck, you?” He answered.

“No, Reid isn’t answering, that’s not like him” JJ answered.

“Damn, that kids got game” Morgan spoke mostly to himself at the realisation of what was happening.

😁I hope you enjoyed this! I’m gonna head to bed x

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[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Buggy x female reader - Sugar bear

Warnings: dry humping/lap riding, dirty talk, praise kink, soft dom!reader, flustered Buggy

@cherry-cokes-posts I’m really hoping that this is kind of the vibe you were thinking of when you asked for this

*banner*

Everyone on the crew had a few drinks flowing and you were feeling bolder than usual, so pushing up your tits you did a little test shimmer and strut over to your blue haired captain. Leaning down toward him extremely low until his eyes had no choice but to stare right at your breast you whispered low in a seductive tone just for him to hear. 

“Hey sugar bear~” Your voice and tits making your captain’s face turn as red as his nose that you couldn’t help but gently boop. “Been feeling a bit… lonely~ so what do ya say Sugar. How’s about you show me those fancy captain’s quarters?” 

Buggy wasn’t that dense when it came to a woman’s flirting but seeing it come from you left him flabbergasted so slowly nodding his head like an idiot you grabbed the front of his shirt catching his attention. Pulling him to stand as you dragged him to the direction you knew his extravagant room was.

“I wasn’t expecting this from you.” You hear him mumble before his usually cocky bravado comes into play. “But I mean who could resist such a man like me.” 

“Aw sugar bear you have no idea~” You smirk over your shoulder giving him a wink that makes him melt and swallow thickly. Once in his room you push him down on his plush bed straddling his hips that you quickly grind down against. “W-what!?” Buggy stammers out and you just giggle a bit as you press his chest down to the mattress as you move your hips down in his lap making him hiss. 

“Shh~ don’t be so stubborn sugar and let’s just have a bit of fun~” Your voice was so different and smooth, a tone he wasn’t used to and he just felt his face heat up tremendously.

“Ahh~t-that feels good~” You moan with your head throwing back as you grind on his bulge, his cock leaking in his boxers making him groan. His hands were gripping the sheets and he wasn’t sure if he should move despite being the captain he felt like it was all a dream that would end if he even moved an inch. You leaned back to peel your shirt off tossing it to the side making him only get harder at the sight of you in your lacy red bra that pushed your tits up. 

A pretty sigh leaving you as you placed your hands back on his thighs to continue grinding on his cock harder, a hand reaching down to lift up your skirt so he could see how wet you were making his lap. “Look sugar bear~” You smirk as you see his eyes nearly pop out at the sight of your pussy leaking through your panties to stain the front of his pants. Your head dropping back with a shaky moan as you squeezed your breast humping his lap in the process. 

Buggy couldn’t believe how pretty you looked while grinding down on his clothed cock, his breathing picking up in heavy bursts as he felt himself twitch in his pants. Your moaning voice catches his attention, “Buggy~touch me.” With shaky hands he reaches up to grope at your breasts making you whine as you move your hand to grip back at his thighs. “Ah yes~ fuck sugar think I’m gonna cum.” You cry out as you frantically grind against his lap and shit he’d be lying if he said that wasn’t the hottest thing ever. 

Finding some courage he planted his feet on the mattress causing you to lean forward placing your hands on his chest, fingers digging into his chest with a whine. “Yes~yes just like that Captain~” You encourage making him groan with his hips rocking into your. It felt so good with you soaking the front of his pants that he couldn’t wait to see what you really felt like inside that pretty pussy of yours. “Fuck~ y-you’re such a star like this. Ugh fuck I’m gonna cum.” Buggy warned as he moved a hand down to your hips to pull you harder on his cock with a shaky moan that you shared along with him. 

Shaking your head in agreement you found yourself trembling above the handsome clown with a gasp, your clit catching the zipper of his pants with every move of your hips that you both made. “AH! Yes~ fuck sugar feels so good!” You cry out as you feel yourself ruining your panties and probably his pants but he didn’t care cause he followed along right after as he came in his boxers. The sticky seed leaking through to get you both wet, his hips stuttering against you turning him into a panting mess. 

“Shit! L-let’s…let’s do that again.” Buggy grins and you only laugh as you lean down to whisper against his lips, “Sure thing Sugar bear~ but what do you say we try it with the clothes off this time.”

[sorchathered]

Sacred New Beginnings

Chapter 4

Summary- Jake and Stormy fall into bed together, and fall more in love in the process.

Warnings-language, smut (this is 2,100 words of straight filth, nsfw minors fuck off)

Pairings- Jake Seresin x OC/reader (callsign: Stormy)

Song inspo- Dress- Taylor Swift, Mine all Mine- Mitski, Baby I’m yours- Arctic Monkeys

Getting back to the house had been a blur, hell getting into the house was a mystery at this point, the only thing currently on Jake’s mind was your body underneath his, warm and pliant as you moaned deliciously into his mouth. He didn’t even have you out of that sinful black dress yet and you were so worked up, he wanted to drag this out as long as possible, show you just how good it could be to be loved by him but goddamnit the way you were grinding yourself on him and the noises you kept making were crumbling the little bit of composure he had left.

Was it too soon to be with Jake like this? Probably, especially considering it’d been 24 hours since the two of you had made your declarations. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about the optics because it was you and Jake and somehow you’d completely missed that he’d been there all along, loving and caring for you selflessly through all the bullshit over the years. You couldn’t believe you were here in his bed, his stupidly perfect body draped over yours, telling you how much he loved you and how badly he needed you.

He pulls back a little with a dazed look in his eyes to look you over and you feel yourself flush, both of you have entirely too much clothing on and yet you’ve never felt more exposed.

“I want you to be sure about this baby girl, because once we start I’m never letting you go. So if you need us to stop just tell me-“

You don’t let him finish, slipping your hands through his suit jacket to push it off his shoulders, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as you begin to undress him. He seems to short circuit in your arms, way too still for how he was holding you moments ago but as you begin to unbutton his shirt he seems to get his bearings, taking control of the kiss and helping you quickly rid him of his shirt and pants, you let your eyes roam over him and shiver a little in anticipation; he was better than you’d dreamed up in your head and definitely bigger, you’d heard all the guys joke about dick sizes over the years but one thing had been for sure, Jake definitely wasn’t average in any part of his life. You were about to slide your hand over the front of his briefs but he quickly snatched it up, hauling you off the bed and spinning you around so he could press himself into you. Lips gliding down your neck towards your shoulder as he began to unzip you, hands running over every new part of exposed skin and reveling in the gasps you made.

“You’re overdressed sugar, seems hardly fair for you to get me down to my skivvies if I can’t do the same.”

You let out a breathy laugh as your dress pools at your ankles, you can’t help the wanton moan you release as Jake grinds up against your ass at the view of your lacy thong and complete lack of bra, dropping his head to your shoulder. You can tell he’s trying to steady himself; if you were honest you were hanging by a thread as well, you wanted him to take you in every way possible until the sun came up.

“Jake?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

He turns you towards him and claims your mouth with his, pulling you tightly to his chest the both of you moaning as your naked chests press against each other. He keeps you like that for a while, both of you just lost in the feel of each other. This isn’t just a first time for either of you, it’s the last first time if Jake has anything to say about it, he wants you just like this for the rest of his life.

“God Stormy, I love you so much baby. Y’gonna let me show you? Wanna taste how sweet you are sugar, can I? Need my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours, been dreaming about how good you’d taste.”

You squeaked out a very enthusiastic yes and he was on you in an instant, spreading you across his dark green duvet letting his hands roam and mouth taste the exposed skin of your chest, he pulled a taut nipple into his mouth making you cry out, grasping at his blonde locks while he sucked and nipped at your breasts, hands gliding across the back of your thighs to your ass so he could remove your tiny black panties. He pressed open mouth kisses to your calf then slowly made his way up from your knee to your inner thigh, when you smacked your free foot on the bed in frustration at his teasing he grinned like a Cheshire Cat and chuckled, you were certain your body had combusted into a raging fire all while Jake teased and nibbled on the soft flesh near your aching center, never quite touching where you needed him and you cried out in protest.

“Jaaaaaakkkkeee please!! I can’t- I can’t take it anymore” you hiccuped out a pitiful sob as you thrashed in his arms and he knew he had to give you what you wanted, he’d have all the time in the world to do this over and over again because you finally wanted him like he’d always wanted you. He grasped your hips dragging you so you were dangling off the edge of the mattress and dove in, lewd smacking noises coming from him as he made out with your soaking wet cunt.

“Sugar, you taste so much better than I dreamed” he whispered into you and you felt his moans vibrate into your core. Smug bastard really was good at everything, you’d never been wet like this before it was almost embarrassing at how needy he made you, pushing your core against his day old stubble and drooling mouth while trying to find purchase in the sheets.

“Oh God, so good you’re so good ah I can’t- Jake I’m gonna-“

He nipped at your clit and thrust two fingers inside of you, working you over through your orgasm as you gushed all over his face and screamed his name, pulling your arousal from your pussy into his mouth as he lapped up all of your release. You had suddenly gone shy, pink tinged cheeks and hands over your eyes but he wasn’t letting you off the hook, he was addicted now. Your smell, taste, the sounds you made as you fell apart it was all a high he’d never felt before and he needed more. He continued kissing your thighs while you came down, he wanted one more from you before he gave you his cock and he knew you could be his sweet girl and give him another. You propped yourself up on your elbows to pull him in for another kiss and saw the mischievous glint in his eye; he looked almost predatory as he covered your body with his and kissed you, all teeth and tongue, heated desperation for each other but before you could wrap yourself around him he was back between your legs, slick fingers in your cunt as you jolted off the mattress, strong arms pulling you back towards his face. “Jakey” you croaked out and he pulled back to grin at you, he had you exactly where he wanted you; overstimulated and begging for him.

“Need one more from you sugar, gotta make sure this pretty cunt can take me” he murmured as he continued to curl his fingers against that spongey spot that had you seeing stars sucking harshly on your clit and you came faster than you ever had, it was ridiculous how easily he could pull your orgasms from you, you knew he was nowhere near done for the night and the thought was thrilling.

You were drunk off of his mouth now, giggles spilling from your lips as he crawled up on the bed, nuzzling your face in his neck and holding him close.

“Hi” you laughed out as you gazed up into his pretty green eyes dreamily, he’d been so good to you, you wanted all of him, you knew he must be aching for you but he’d been determined to make you come undone. Always putting you first, like he always had. You wanted to give him everything, flipping the two of you so he was underneath you and he let out a frustrated grunt, furrowing his eyebrows which caused another round of giggles.

“Come on Cowboy, be good for me and let me take you for a ride, wanna make you feel good.”

He couldn’t help but buck up into you and grunt, lifting his hips so you could remove his briefs and finally take him into your hands. He really was gorgeous everywhere and you couldn’t wait to get your mouth on him but for now you needed him inside you, you’d have plenty of time to return the favor and take him apart.

You knew it would be a stretch no matter how wet you already were but as you sank down on him both of you gasped and writhed, the tightness of your pussy throbbing and fluttering around him. He kept praising you as you lowered yourself, the burn in your thighs riding that fine line of pleasure/pain as he finally bottomed out. “Oh sweet girl look at you, taking me so well. Fuck your little pussy was made to take me, looking like a damn goddess. Go on sugar, take me for that ride.” He was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat from the effort to let you take control, but he grinned that perfect smile at you placing his hands behind his head, thrusting up into you and chuckling as you yelped. Cheeky fucker, you were gonna render his smug ass speechless or die trying. “ ‘s big, oh God you feel so good, gonna give you everything Jake, you’re mine baby all mine.” He was done for, read his last rites because if he had to go he wanted it to be like this, trapped underneath the girl of his dreams.

You placed your hands on his chest and began grinding into him, slowly and then swirling your hips, watching his face as he went slack jawed, not as cocksure as he had been seconds before and as you pulled him out of you almost completely to slam back down he let out an audible whimper, hands reaching for your hips, pulling you flush to his chest so he could press his lips to yours, rocking into each other and tasting each others tongues, you would never be able to get enough of this, his warm hands gliding along your sweat slicked body, lips pressed to yours with your bodies connected as close as possible.

You were close, legs growing tired and he wanted to push you over the edge again. Flipping you both to press you into the mattress as he peppered kisses to your nose and cheeks, “come on baby, let me get you there, you did so good sweets, wanna see you come wrapped around me.”

You felt like a live wire, every nerve on fire with that all too familiar heat pooling in your stomach and you nodded frantically, winding your arms and legs around him as he fucked you hard, pressing two fingers to your lips you opened your mouth to suck on them, letting it ground you as you whined around the digits. “Good girl, so good for me, come on just a little more. Fuck! Taking my cock so well, you’re like heaven precious girl so so fucking perfect.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head almost painfully as you felt the coil snap and everything was molten heat and stars in your vision. Tears pouring from your eyes as you sobbed a broken cry, sending Jake over the edge with you as you milked his cock, grinding into each other with sloppy kisses and I love yous whispered into the universe.

“Holy Fuck” Jake gasped out a laugh and brushed the sweaty strands of hair off your face, “ I know it’s too early to ask but damn woman I need to put a ring on you asap.”

You knew he was joking, but some part of you also knew this was it, this is what you’d both been missing. He may not be asking today, but one thing was for certain, Jake was the one and you were so glad you’d come back this weekend. Everything had changed and you couldn’t wait to see what was next.

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213341 Art Studio IIIA ⋆ Week 11 - Back to the Drawing Board

With eyes on the street, I've noticed these small graffiti sculptures showing around town, appearing to be cement shapes mortared to concrete walls.

The approach I've been veering towards with my work has been of free-for-all interaction, and expressing my work through a structural statement might be just what I need.

At work, I came up with Pop Concrète, a square concrete vessel containing an embedded MP3 player, and a headphone outlet. The title a reference to Musique Concrète, the looping mix would contain the same sensibilities, with plunderphonic pop samples so dense that they'd only warrant a brief listen.

The audience interaction with this piece would reflect this, with the block - in later redesign hollowed out brick - being placed on a table, with a chair implying a one-at-a-time listening experience. This would be inspired by the presentation of Em's 'overstimulation' sound collage last year, where audience members would individually come up and listening, the overbearing soundscape being too much to bear for more than a couple seconds at a time.

Likewise, Pop Concrète, its presentation a literal reflection of the sound, would be just as dense; one brief earful and you've already got the full digest - a brick of pop!!

A chat with Bryce made me realise that I could keep further with the times, and bring the subversive distribution element back in with the addition of QR codes. By just pasting these to a brick, and leaving multiple around campus, I'd also be working smarter.

Grabbing hip by the handful, I chose the following songs from the Billboard charts:

Tommy Richman - MILLION DOLLAR BABY

Ne-Yo - Closer

The Weeknd - Blinding Lights

Gwen Stefani - Sweet Escape

Sabrina Carpenter - Espresso

Miley Cyrus - Flowers

Benson Boone - Slow It Down

Djo - End of Beginning

Laila! - Like That!

Doja Cat - Paint The Town Red

Billie Eilish - LUNCH

Tyla - Water

SZA - Snooze

Jack Harlow - Lovin on Me

Sean Kingston - Beautiful Girls

Maroon 5 - Sugar

Steve Lacy - Bad Habit

Koi Leray - Players

Lay Bankz - Tell Ur Girlfriend

Some I like, some I don't like, I'm painting with as broad a stroke here.

I created a test track sampling Sabrina Carpenter's Espresso, but deleted the file on accident. Just imagine a skipping CD and you'll get the feel.

I also set up a Bandcamp page for the project, which the QR codes would link to.

I put the sampler on the backburner for this one as I was mainly mixing the track on campus via Audacity.

Everything was done by hand. To get a sample sounding extra choppy, I'd cut, loop, reverse, cut again, copy and truncate until the sound was recogniseable only by timbre.

Before long, I had a couple seconds to build upon. The idea would be for a short, track. With something so sonically dense and chock-full of samples, I would be putting all my time into someone only a minute or so in length regardless.

There were so many tracks and small clip edits that I had to split the file project into two parts!

I would import the mixed MP3 file into the program, and then pick up where it left off, allowing for easy editing without breaking my hard drive.

The whole process felt very automatic - keeping my brain stimulated meant having some parts being incomprehensibly complicated, and others being legible, coming up for fresh air with a danceable beat, if so for a couple seconds. I'm happy I took this approach, as it lends itself to a well-flowing listening experience, rather than the audible screams of a dying record player.

After a day's work, I was happy enough to call it. I realized it wasn't a necessity for the piece to loop, but it did anyway. The whole thing was only 1.5 minutes, but hey, Plexure took Oswald a year (At this point, I should give him writing credits).

While I have no doubt that any amount of listening will be small-scale, under the small-but-non-negligible-off-chance that I could be in any legal trouble, I selected the following Creative Commons license for publishing:

I also credited, in alphabetical order, all sampled artists. I spruced up the Bandcamp page, uploaded the file, and BAM. It was done.

Part of it, at least. I still had the whole 'presentation' side of things to get to. I was able to turn the link into a QR Code online, and from there, created a little graphic that I could print out.

I chose to include a little 'player' at the bottom to serve as a visual indicator of the link, song and associated website without being sketchy or vague. I tested the link with my phone, and got to printing.

I then mixed up some glue, and dusted off the bricks for pasting.

I left five bricks in total around campus, all positively slathered in QR codes for all to see. I was initially planning to leave one in a gallery space, but chose to further commit to public interaction/distribution, leaving them alongside places of foot traffic.

As well as outside the music block, because I thought it would be funny.

Come the next day, and inbetween showcases, my rōpū walked by one of the bricks, and we all stopped to give it a scan and a listen.

I thought most people would just save the link for playing in their own time, but instead, a bunch decided to play it all off their phone speakers all at once!

The resulting cacophony was brilliant, the dense sound coming out of tinny phone speakers, layered over itself - I couldn't have asked for a better presentation. And people enjoyed it! Scanned it at their own volition!

I was glad to see the turnaround in sentiment from my previous work, and hopefully, as these concrete bricks sit around campus for the next couple weeks, more passers-by can enjoy it all the same.

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Part I

Double Duty (Part II)

You woke up the next morning and rolled over onto Jethro’s side of the bed, hoping for just a few more minutes of morning cuddles (or something more) but were disappointed to find his space empty. You buried your face into his pillow and inhaled that smell that you loved so much, then groaned audibly as you forced yourself up and out of bed.

You washed your face and brushed your teeth, then padded over to your closet to pull out a skirt and blouse for the day. Placing your choices on the bed, you moved to the dresser to get out your underwear and stopped short at the sight of a little gift-wrapped box. Grinning to yourself, you hurriedly untied the bow and slid the lid off, an involuntary shiver running down your spine at the lacy lingerie staring back at you. Wear this to work today, Jethro had written on a little card. You rolled your eyes and placed the card aside. As if you’d wear this to work of all places.

Taking the bra out to admire it closer, you spotted another little card underneath. Don’t roll your eyes- I’m serious.

Laughing in admiration at just how well your boyfriend knew your mind and your body, you slipped into the lacy set and hummed in satisfaction at the feeling of it on your skin. You ran your hands down your chest, squeezing your breasts the way Jethro would and finding yourself growing just a bit too excited for six in the morning. You finished getting dressed and threw your hair into a bun, slipping on some sensible heels that would still be comfortable at work while driving Gibbs wild. Something about you wearing high heels made him absolutely feral, although it wasn’t hard to impress a man who got turned on when you showed interest in his wood- his boat, of course.

You picked up two dozen donuts and enough coffee to fuel an army on your way to work, figuring that both your boys and the BAU team would need sugar and caffeine to make it through another day of this case. “I come bearing gifts!” you announced, your entrance to the conference room accompanied by cries of joy at the sight of your thoughtfulness. “And one black coffee in return for your gift,” you whispered to Jethro, simpering as his hand skimmed over the curve of your hip.

“You wearing it?” he asked quietly, an eyebrow raised as if he didn’t trust you to listen to him. You nodded obediently, heat pooling in the pit of your stomach at the sight of his tongue running over his bottom lip. God, you wanted that tongue in your-

“Okay!” Gibbs suddenly clapped, startling you out of your reverie. “Let’s get to work people. I want this son of a bitch in a cell tonight, are we clear?”

A chorus of “yes”es echoed around the room and a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized you had once again gotten lost in your raunchy thoughts. You needed to catch this guy and then you needed to get laid. Seriously.

You found yourself across the table from Hotch, bouncing ideas about the profile back and forth. This was your favorite part of the case, trying to get into the killer’s head- the unsub, as the BAU kept referring to him.

“So what is it that makes him attracted to these women specifically?” you asked Hotch, biting your lip with a furrowed brow as you looked over the wives’ pictures for the umpteenth time.

“It’s typically one of two options,” Hotch explained, his voice taking on an authoritative tone as he elucidated his profiling craft. “He’s either filled with rage because they represent someone whom he hates, or he’s infatuated with them because they represent someone he covets but can’t have.”

“So maybe this woman rejected his advances?” you offered, mind whirling.

“That’s certainly possible,” he nodded, encouraging you to follow this line of thinking.

“So given the time of day of the kills, plus the women’s daily schedules, he probably has a day job-“

“-if any,” Hotch jumped in.

“If any,” you conceded, getting up and beginning to pace. “What else do these women have in common besides their husbands being marines?” You stopped your movements and placed a hand on his shoulder to reach over and tap on the features as you pointed them out. “Dark hair, almost black. Brown eyes. High cheekbones. Button noses. They’re all conventionally beautiful.”

“They all look like you,” he added, the fact that his gaze was flicking between your eyes and lips not lost on you. A blush crept up your cheeks as you deciphered the indirect compliment.

“Oh, Hotch I- oh!” You cried out and clawed his shoulder at a sudden vibration between your legs. Clearing your throat and loosening your grip, you explained that you had a brilliant idea and needed to run it by Gibbs.

You moved stiffly over to where he sat at the other end of the conference room, delicately taking a seat next to your boyfriend and boss. “Gibbs?” you growled out.

“Y/L/N?” he answered in kind, not even deigning to look at you.

“May I speak with you a second? Sir?” you added as an afterthought, hoping to curry some favor. “It’s very important.” Your little gift is distracting me from my work, you thought, annoyed that he had cleverly tricked you into wearing what you considered to be a literal torture device.

“Mm… busy.” He slipped his hand into his pocket and the incessant vibration between your thighs mercifully stopped. Fine. Two can play at this game, mister.

Clearing your throat, you smoothed your hands over your skirt and returned to Hotch. “What was your thought?” he asked innocently upon your return.

“Oh nothing,” you laughed it off. “Gibbs was in the middle of something anyway. I wish he’d take more time to listen to his agents like you do,” you said softly, just barely running your hand over Hotch’s arm as you reached for the case file you were sharing. You looked up just as Gibbs returned to his file, hand sliding back into his pocket seconds before the vibration came back, more intense this time. You discreetly crossed your legs under the table, trying and failing to alleviate some of the pressure building. Gibbs knew your body, knew you wouldn’t be able to cum without his explicit permission to do so.

Your annoyance grew in kind when he looked up at you with a smirk, daring you to say something, anything, that would give him an excuse to torture you more. You smiled back and pursed your lips. Game on.

“Agent Hotchner, sir?” you called over to him at the table full of refreshments. Gibbs bristled at your use of the authoritative term and you mentally high-fived yourself. “Would you mind grabbing some extra napkins? My hand slipped and now I’m all wet,” you sighed, indicating the water bottle in your hand. In response, Gibbs turned the vibrator up another level. How fucking high did this thing go?

“Never mind, Hotch, thanks,” you rushed out, trying to hold back a whine. You ran down to the kitchen as fast as your legs would carry you, slumping over at a reprieve in the vibrations. You heard familiar footfalls approaching and whipped around with fire in your eyes, ready for a fight.

“I’ll take them off,” you threatened quietly, trying to keep your voice even to not betray your true thoughts. “I’ll walk around here with no panties on, daring you both to fuck me. Try me, Gibbs.”

He grabbed your chin forcefully, pulling you in close. Your breathing picked up immediately, his intoxicating smell and masculine presence forcing every coherent thought out of your mind. “No,” he whispered, “you won’t.” Your body involuntarily shivered at the gentleness of his voice juxtaposing his firm grip and dominance over you. God, you loved this man. “For someone with such a dirty mouth and mind, you’re a goddamn prude and we both know it.”

Your nostrils flared as you stared defiantly at him, and he licked his lips deliciously. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip and you had to resist the urge to draw it into your mouth and toy with him as he was toying with you. “Now get your sweet little ass back to work and find me my killer, or I’ll deprive you of my cock and your job.”

His laugh echoed throughout the tiny kitchen as he strutted away from you, your mouth gaping open like a fish. “You can’t- you wouldn’t- Gibbs!”

You started to chase after him but stopped abruptly as you felt the now familiar buzzing between your legs. Gripping the nearest desk and crossing your legs together, you whipped your head over to where he was sitting and found that fucking smirk adorning his handsome face.

I hate you, you mouthed, pounding your fist on the desk as he turned it up a notch in retaliation, daring you to speak out of turn again.

He kept up his torturous game throughout the morning and into the afternoon, offering the tiniest bit of relief in the elevator as you went to retrieve the takeout your teams had ordered for lunch. Pressing you up against the wall, he forced his tongue past your lips and absolutely ravaged your mouth. You were completely helpless and your jellied legs would’ve betrayed you had his strong arms not been holding you up. Your little tryst was over as soon as the elevator doors opened downstairs, Gibbs stepping out to meet the delivery driver as you attempted to make yourself presentable for work once more. He ignored your advances on the way back up, simply chuckling at your desperation.

Having had enough of his wicked game, turning up the level of the vibrator every time he so much as caught you thinking about looking at Agent Hotchner, you opted to work at your desk rather than the conference room where no one would be able to bother you. Tony had already gone through the marines’ credit card transactions to look for any obvious overlaps, but you were all frustrated with your lack of leads and double-, even triple-checking possible avenues. So you sat down at your desk with stacks of boxes from evidence, beginning the painstaking grunt work of looking through files by hand.

Hours later, your work paid off.

“Gibbs!” You shot up from your desk, propelled by your excitement at the prospect of an actual lead. Without looking up, he held his hand out and you thrust the little yellow slip into his waiting palm.

“What am I looking at?” He raised an eyebrow at you, gently placing his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“A laundromat receipt,” you rushed out, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I thought I’d look through the evidence boxes collected from their desks at work since we didn’t-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off, impatient. You and Abby both had a habit of rambling when you got excited. Gibbs wouldn’t admit it, but he found it incredibly endearing- except when the clock was ticking on catching a serial murderer.

“Tony didn’t find a connection in their finances because they all paid in cash.”

“That’s my girl,” Gibbs said triumphantly, standing up and grabbing his coat off the back of his desk chair. After your constant back and forth today, you couldn’t help but beam at his praise, and he smiled softly at you. If you had a tail, it would be wagging right about now.

You trailed behind him as you explained your theory. The marines’ wives would drop off their uniforms for cleaning which is when the initial attraction occurred. He would stalk the women then, learning their daily routines and fueling his obsession. Eventually the marines or their wives would come in to collect their freshly dry cleaned uniforms, returning home with a tiny GPS tracker that they would never think to check their buttons for. Your joint task force wouldn’t have even known if Abby hadn’t requested to review all of the forensic evidence from the previous scenes, including what the victims were wearing.

The next day, the BAU would get the call about the body.

You and Tony sat in the bullpen anxiously, opting to stay behind for this takedown since the entirety of the BAU was available while you were down a man. It felt like hours had passed when the elevator doors slid open, Hotch and Gibbs guiding your suspect through to interrogation. Tony fist bumped you proudly as they passed, the two of you falling into step behind the teams’ leaders so you could watch them go to work.

And God did they go to work. The way that they interrogated the unsub was downright masterful, alternating between praising his intelligence and demeaning him about his inability to attract a woman. The back and forth seemed to be working well, but every time they showed him images of the marines’ wives, he would close off again, refusing to admit guilt. You saw the flash of a challenge in Gibbs’ eyes, and he stood abruptly, coming out to talk to you.

“I want you to come in with us.”

“Me? In interrogation? With you two?” You realized you must’ve sounded like an idiot, but the thought of being in the same room as those two men degrading someone in tandem might just destroy you. You wanted to be that someone.

“You don’t have to say anything. In fact, it’s better if you don’t,” Gibbs coached. “I want you to walk in calmly, hand me this file, kiss me, and then leave. Don’t make eye contact with the suspect, don’t speak to him, don’t acknowledge that he exists. Got it?”

“I’ll make you proud,” you nodded eagerly, excited to help close the case after breaking it wide open.

“Good girl,” he praised, running the backs of his knuckles along your cheek. Your breathing picked up at his praise and touch, but you came hurtling back to reality as Tony cleared his throat behind you. Case first, reward later.

Gibbs returned to his seat across from the suspect as Hotch leaned against the corner opposite the door. They started their line of questioning again, and Gibbs soon feigned forgetting the case file. He turned toward the one-way glass and beckoned you in with two fingers.

Doing as you were told, you entered the interrogation room with your head down to avoid making eye contact with the suspect. You heard him gasp as you approached, seemingly thinking that you looked like all those marines’ wives, the object of his desire. Gently placing the file into Gibbs’ hand, you bent down and kissed him passionately, releasing all of your pent up frustration over the day. Finally, you pulled away and asked him coyly, “Is that all, sir?”

“That’ll be all,” he grinned, inclining his head toward the exit. You had barely closed the door behind you before the suspect erupted in a fit of rage, calling you a slut and a whore for your overt behaviors and threatening to kill Gibbs like he had killed those other undeserving bastards.

“Game, set, match, baby,” you laughed as you high-fived Tony.

“Good job, kid. Wish he hadn’t used such choice words though,” Tony grimaced.

“Eh,” you shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

“You- what?” Tony squawked in surprise.

“I said,” you turned around with your hand on the door and threw a wink at him, “I’m used to it.”

Later that evening, with a majority of the paperwork filled out and evidence packed away, you gathered your belongings and began formulating a plan to get back at Gibbs after such a hellish day. You were sure he’d be in a good mood after catching this guy, and you hoped he’d be especially eager to please you after your work had solved the case. Plus, your little performance in interrogation had secured a confession.

Yeah, he owed you at least one orgasm tonight.

“What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” Two strong arms slid around your waist, the enticing mix of coffee and sawdust flooding your senses.

You hummed in appreciation at his sudden display of affection, although it wasn’t rare once everyone else had gone home for the night. “Thinking about how to get you back,” you answered honestly, leaning your head against his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his neck.

Gibbs laughed out loud at your bold statement, making you grin in anticipation. He playfully swatted your ass as you stepped into the elevator, his hand coming to rest possessively on your neck as you stood in front of him. You sighed as his large hand began kneading your skin- you could never get enough of the feeling of your man’s hands on you. Just as the doors were beginning to close, that large hand with the silver watch you had been coveting for two days now slipped in between them, forcing the doors back open as he stepped in.

“Gibbs, Y/L/N.” He smiled at the two of you, moving to stand in the opposite corner of the elevator.

“Hotch,” you responded in kind, stepping forward to press “G”. As you snuggled back into your boyfriend for the ride downstairs, he slipped the right side of your blouse out of your skirt, running his thumb over your soft skin that had been revealed. You turned to him with a questioning look, wondering why he couldn’t just wait until you reached the car but ultimately deciding that you didn’t care because it felt so fucking good after his torture all day.

He kissed your temple with a soft smile, then moved his hand from your hip down into his pocket, your eyes widening as you realized what he was about to do. You snuck a glance over at Hotch who was now on his phone, shaking your head frantically as a smirk spread over Gibbs’ face.

You tried to hold in the moan threatening to fill the space of the four metal walls, but the combination of Gibbs’ dominant hand back on your skin, the vibrator at its maximum, and the fact that Hotch was standing right fucking there was too much for your overstimulated brain. You let out a keening whine that morphed into a moan that would surely give a pornstar a run for her money.

And Hotch didn’t so much as blink.

“You always let your girlfriend moan like a whore at work, Jethro?”

Your jaw dropped open at his nonchalance and- did he just call him Jethro?

“How- how long have you two known each other?” you asked between pants, trying to calm your breathing as Jethro turned the vibrator off.

“Oh sweetie,” Gibbs chided. “This is why you work for me and not him.”

“Fuck you!” you shot back as the two of them laughed at you. You wanted to be mad, but the sound of them laughing together at you was incredibly hot.

Hotch stared you down, eerily calm as the elevator came to a stop at the parking garage. “No, Y/N. We’re going to fuck you.”

Part III

[fatehbaz]

It is spring in Houston, which means that each day the temperature rises and so does the humidity. The dampness has darkened the flower bed, and from the black mulch has emerged what looks like a pile of snotty scrambled eggs [...]. I recognize this curious specimen as the aethalial state of Fuligo septica, more commonly known as “dog vomit slime mold.” Despite its name, it’s not actually a mold -- not any type of fungus at all -- but rather a myxomycete (pronounced MIX-oh-my-seat), a small, understudied class of creatures that occasionally appear in yards and gardens as strange, Technicolor blobs. Like fungi, myxomycetes begin their lives as spores, but when a myxomycete spore germinates and cracks open, a microscopic amoeba slithers out. [...] When the amoeba encounters another amoeba with whom it is genetically compatible, the two fuse, joining chromosomes and nuclei [...], growing ever larger, until at the end of its life, it transforms into an aethalia, a “fruiting body” that might be spongelike in some species, or like a hardened calcium deposit in others, or, as with Stemonitis axifera, grows into hundreds of delicate rust-colored stalks. [...]

These creatures exist on every continent and almost everywhere people have looked for them: from Antarctica, where Calomyxa metallica forms iridescent beads, to the Sonoran Desert, where Didymium eremophilum clings to the skeletons of decaying saguaro cacti [...]. Throughout their lives, myxomycetes only ever exist as a single cell, inside which the cytoplasm always flows -- out to its extremities, back to the center. When it encounters something it likes, such as oatmeal, the cytoplasm pulsates more quickly. If it finds something it dislikes, like salt, quinine, bright light, cold, or caffeine, it pulsates more slowly [...]. It can solve mazes in pursuit of a single oat flake, and later, can recall the path it took to reach it. [...]

How do you classify a creature such as this?

In the ninth century, Chinese scholar Twang Ching-Shih referred to a pale yellow substance that grows in damp, shady conditions as kwei hi, literally “demon droppings.” In European folklore, slime mold is depicted as the work of witches, trolls, and demons -- a curse sent from a neighbor to spoil the butter and milk. In Carl Linnaeus’s Species Plantarum -- a book that aspires to list every species of plant known at the time (nearly seven thousand by the 1753 edition) -- he names only seven species of slime molds. Among those seven we recognize Fuligo in the species he calls Mucor septicus (“rotting mucus”), which he classifies, incorrectly, as a type of fungus. [...]

These “ladders” or “scales of ascent,” in turn, inspired the “Great Chain of Being” -- the [...] worldview central to European thought from the end of the Roman Empire through the Middle Ages, that ordered all of creation from lowest to highest [...]. Over time, Linnaeus revised his classifications of Homo sapiens, naming “varieties” that at first corresponded to what he saw as the four geographic corners of the planet, but which became hierarchical, assigned different intellectual and moral value based on phenotypes and physical attributes. The idea that humans could and should be ordered -- that some were superior to others, that this superiority had a physical as well as social component -- was deeply embedded in many previous schema. But Linnaeus’s taxonomy, unlike the systems that came before, gave these prejudices the appearance of objectivity, of being backed by scientific proof. When Darwin’s On the Origin of Species was published in 1859, it was on the foundation of this “science,” which had taught white Europeans to reject the idea of evolution unless it crowned them in glory.

But the history of taxonomic classification has always been about establishing hierarchy [...].

I did not learn until college about a taxonomic category that superseded kingdom, proposed in the 1970s by biologists Carl Woese and George Fox and based on genetic sequencing, that divided life into three domains: Bacteria, Eukarya, and Archaea, a recently discovered single-celled organism that has survived in geysers and swamps and hydrothermal vents at the bottom of the ocean for billions of years. 

Perhaps a limit of our so-called intelligence is that we cannot fathom ourselves in the context of time at this scale, and that so many of us fail, so consistently, to marvel at any lives but our own. [...]

A few years ago, near a rural village in Myanmar, miners came across a piece of amber containing a fossilized Stemonitis slime mold dating from the mid-Cretaceous period. Scientists were thrilled by the discovery, because few slime mold fossils exist, and noted that the 100-million-year-old Stemonitis looks indistinguishable from the one oozing around forests today. [...]

One special ability of slime molds that supports this possibility is their capacity for cryptobiosis: the process of exchanging all the water in one’s body for sugars, allowing a creature to enter a kind of stasis for weeks, months, years, centuries, perhaps even for millennia. [...] The only other species who have this ability are the so-called “living fossils” such as tardigrades and Notostraca (commonly known as water bears and tadpole shrimp, respectively). [...]

In laboratory environments, researchers have cut Physarum polycephalum into pieces and found that it can fuse back together within two minutes. Or, each piece can go off and live separate lives, learn new things, and return later to fuse together, and in the fusing, each individual can teach the other what it knows, and can learn from it in return.

Though, in truth, “individual” is not the right word to use here, because “individuality” [...] doesn’t apply to the slime mold worldview. A single cell might look to us like a coherent whole, but that cell can divide itself into countless spores, creating countless possible cycles of amoeba to plasmodium to aethalia, which in turn will divide and repeat the cycle again. It can choose to “fruit” or not, to reproduce sexually or asexually or not at all, challenging every traditional concept of “species,” the most basic and fundamental unit of our flawed and imprecise understanding of the biological world. As a consequence, we have no way of knowing whether slime molds, as a broad class of beings, are stable or whether climate change threatens their survival, as it does our own. Without a way to count their population as a species, we can’t measure whether they are endangered or thriving. Should individuals that produce similar fruiting bodies be considered a species? What if two separate slime molds do not mate but share genetic material?

The very idea of separateness seems antithetical to slime mold existence. It has so much to teach us.

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Headline and all text published by: Lacy M. Johnson. “What Slime Knows.” Orion Magazine. August 2021. Photos by Alison Pollack and published alongside article.

[ratsoh-writes]

What are all the boys weapons? (I know we've had a few reveals... but I can't remember who it was).

Ooo let’s do this one!

So a little background: every monster has their own magical weapon. The first form of magic all monsters learn are pellets (think the little balls flowey uses to attack the player at the beginning of the game). As the kids grow older, they’re taught to shape and change these pellets to their own design. In order to be considered in control of their magic, each monster must be able to create their own weapon and summon it at will. So every monster has at least one special weapon by the time they’re in their teens (not that they use it much).

I’ll reveal all the guys go to weapons here

Sans/Oak: he made his weapon back in the day when he was into school and wasn’t a lazy slob. It’s a full on laser canon modeled after his gaster blasters. Sans only brings that baby out to scare people since it can’t stack damage like his blasters can

Papyrus/Willow: it’s a giant catapult made of bones!! Papyrus wanted that engineering extra credit! 

Star/Lilac: it’s a shooting star that he can increase the size on to either ride or use as a ninja star. He’s very good with it

Honey/Basil: he’s not the most powerful so he didn’t make anything big or flashy. It’s a spoon ladle, with spikes lol

Red/Rust: spiked baseball bat. He’s a simple guy

Edge/Noir: the first thing he created and learned to summon at will was a rapier of course. Edge got into fencing real young.

Mal: his is technically a switchblade, but he’s made changes over the years. Nowadays mals blade will cover over his fingertips to make much longer and sharper claws

Cash: his magic weapon is very basic looking, a rope, but it’s damage is ingenious. It has tiny pinpoint needles on the rope that slowly sap HP from the target. Low damage on first strike, so low it’s easy to miss that the damage is increasing every turn, whether he’s hitting you or not.

Charm: his is a whistle that’s designed more to stun than actually hurt. It does cause some damage though so charm never uses it except in emergencies

Sugar: he can’t bear the thought of hurting anyone, so his “weapon” is a shield. A very pretty lacy looking shield, but it does it’s job.

Lord: his weapon is an extremely large hammer. The sucker is practically the same size as him. It takes a lot of energy to make, but the damage it causes is worth it.

Mutt: he copied his brother and also went the hammer route, but his is more hatchet sized, and mutt makes two of them. One for each hand.

Wine: a beautiful terrifyingly sharp looking reapers scythe. The weapon is a piece of art, and wine wields it like a master. If you see it, you’re already dead

Coffee: he makes a large snipers gun. It takes a massive amount of energy for him to make, but that’s because it’s designed to take out an enemy in one shot. Coffee needs to make sure that shot is worth it

Pop: it’s a soccer ball!! But it moves like a bouncing rubber ball. And pop is pretty good with his aim when he kicks

Rhythm: his weapon is his shoes. You only see a thin orange sheet surround his shoes, but when he swings his legs, waves of magic pour out like the waves of the ocean. However it’s more show than damage and doesn’t do much. It does have good push back though

Pluto: the best offense is a good defense! Plutos is a light looking suit of armor. He can take a few hits in that, long enough to get away hopefully. Pluto was never a fighter

Jupiter: it’s a heavy looking great sword, and the thing can really pack a punch. Jupiter has his family tree inscribed on it which gave him a nice chunk of extra credit in high school

G: he has two magic weapons, a backpack with two arms acting as tentacles, and a single claw on his right hand. The tentacles are just a distraction meant to keep his enemy busy, all the damage is in the claw

Green: his is a fancy looking pistol. The “bullets” spread out in a small wave blast wherever they land

Peaches: his is a familiar looking shotgun. If you ever saw ranchers room, you’d realize peaches magic weapon looks exactly like the shotgun above ranchers bed, minus the color of course

Rancher: his is also a giant hammer, the damage is pretty minuscule, but his strength behind the swing makes all the difference. Nobody expects the skeleton monster to have the strength of a golem. Ranchers case is not common

Snipe: surprising no one, his weapons are twin pistols, one for each hand. They do have an automatic function though so the sheer amounts of bullets he can rain down is pretty impressive

Bruiser: his is also a spiked baseball bat. Bruiser isn’t fancy and likes something he can use in almost any situation

Butch: his weapon is a large wicked looking battle axe. The blade alone reaches his shoulder when it’s resting on the ground. Butch rarely uses it

Boss: he uses a beautiful long sword one handedly. It’s a bit on the thin side and works as both a rapier and a normal sword.

Ace: twin switchblades, one for each hand naturally. Ace is very good at throwing them too

Slim: his is a small frisbee looking thing. He throws it, and it sends out a shockwave designed to freeze anyone near. It’s a weapon for escape, not killing

Sparks: he throws out firecrackers! They’re more show than damage, but because they’re small, they’re very easy to re-make so sparks can chuck loads of them at the same time

Salt: his is a chainsaw lol. He was inspired by a horror film he found in the dumps.

Lush: some wicket spiked gloves naturally. They’re meant more to cause pain than kill. Lush wants his opponent throughly punished before he finally ends them

Pepper: he has a rather dainty looking whip. Don’t let it fool you, the end of it has small holes where needles can appear. He uses it both in battle and for fun ;) (no needles during fun time of course)

And for gears and compass, they actually don’t have magic weapons as they can’t produce magic pellets, but they do have a favorite tool they use. It should be in their descriptions somewhere in masterlist 17

[thegracelessfaceless]

໓໐น๖lē ē໓ງē໓ (Jeff the Killer x AFAB Reader (Kinktober 2021))

AN: HAPPY KINKTOBER!!!! Alright under 18's, you know the drill. This is a Kinktober post and potentially triggering material. If you're over 18, please read the tw list before proceeding. A reminder that AFAB is easiest for me to write, but if you request something different, I'll try my very best ❤

Triggers: knife play, blood play, scratches, bites, blood drinking, unsanitary

When you closed yourself into you and your boyfriend Jeff's apartment, you noticed a medium sized box sitting on the kitchen counter that separated eating space from living space. It was obvious Jeff had wrapped it, its bright red paper crinkled at one end and covered in tape like he'd either had trouble all the while, or more likely, lost patience with it. He'd clearly spent time and effort on it regardless and you smiled to yourself as you picked it up. Jeff had scrawled 'Happy Anniversary, kitten' in a corner that was smooth. Considering the wrapping job, you just ripped the paper of and set the box down to open it. It was too heavy to be just clothes, Jeff's go to gift. You lifted the top and found what you had honestly expected.

Black lacy lingerie that left very little to the imagination sat in the box, complete with garter belt and French seamed stockings, also in black. But there was something else in the box, something that had to give the box weight. You lifted the carefully folded lingerie and found it. Three slender throwing knives lay there, placed side by side, their edges gleaming razor sharp in the overhead light.

Apparently Jeff had big plans for tonight and your body tightened down low just thinking about it. You noticed Jeff had written a note on the underside of the lid.

'Put this on, I'll be home soon. ❤'

There was no way of knowing when 'soon' was, so you hurried to the bathroom and showered, using sugar scrub so your skin would be at its softest, and Jeff's shampoo and conditioner. After you had finished drying off, you dried your hair and then took the time to apply your makeup just the way Jeff liked it. You made sure to apply the lipstick he liked, knowing he enjoyed how the darker tinted lipstick tasted.

You carefully put on the lingerie, figuring out the straps as you went, then spent at least five minutes making sure the seams were straight on your stockings. You exited the bathroom to find the apartment still empty. So you padded into the bedroom, carrying the throwing knives. You got Jeff's preaent from its hiding place, a new pair of karambit knives. You'd wrapped the handles in silk cord, red and black shot through with a cord of royal purple, and sat it on the bedside dresser.

You grabbed one of Jeff's hoodies, one that still smelled of him, lemon zest and the eucalyptus of his scar cream. You put it on after securing the throwing knives in the thin double strap of your undies, fluffing the white, bloodstained but clean white hoodie around your body.

The next ten minutes were spent trying to arrange yourself in the most appealing pose possible and then scrolling on your phone. Jeff opened the bedroom door just in time to find you bent over to retrieve your phone after it bounced under the bed to get it.

"Well well" Jeff said behind you and you turned to see him leaned against the door frame, grinning a chesire grin, the proverbial cat that drank the cream, "That is such a welcome sight to come home to. And in my hoodie? You're asking for it, Reader."

Jeff crossed the room, shrugging out of his leather duster, then his hoodie, and finally his pants as he palmed the back of your head and kissed you hotly, knowing you'd purposefully pushed every one of his buttons. He grabbed the bottom of your hoodie and broke the kiss long enough to pull it over your head so you beared as much skin as him. Your fingers explored the multitude of ridges from the scars that ran in rivulets down his chest, and you set your nails slightly into the more sensitive skin. Jeff bit your lip in response and pulled you closer so you could feel his excitement pressed into your stomach.

You pulled away to kiss down Jeff's neck as he slid a hand into your undies, tracing scars with your tongue when you found the thickest scars where the alcohol used to burn him had pooled in his collarbones before he'd been set ablaze. They would have been much worse had Jeff not luckily put himself out by stumbling into a puddle. You lightly bit at the scars there and felt Jeff's head fall back.

"Fuck, Reader" he groaned before pulling your face so you could look into his ice blue eyes for a second and then he withdrew his hand and gently pushed you back onto the bed.

Jeff collapsed on top of you and thrust his hips into yours with bruising force. You shrieked under him, sensitive from his touches, and clawed at his back. His skin gave under your nails. He moaned and writhed on top of you. Writhing with his body still thrust against yours caused your nails to dig deeper, and you set your teeth into his shoulder, screaming into his skin. Making a gag of his flesh between your teeth, applying just enough pressure to not break skin. Even though you'd been together for years, you'd never marked Jeff past scratches on his back and upper arms.

Jeff's body liked pain. It was as if, as long as you hurt him he wasn't done. The more that your nails and teeth dug into him, the more his hips pumped into your still clothed core. It was like you were caught in an endless loop of pain and pleasure, and the line from one to the other blurred.

His breathing changed, and when his body threw itself backward, focus shifting, you still had your teeth in his shoulder. He tore himself out of your mouth. You released him in time to not take a bite out of him or lose a tooth, but not in time to keep from drawing blood. You were suddenly drowning in the taste of his blood. Sweet and salty and metallic, and underneath that, something else, something more. Jeff noticed and stopped, mid thrust, his ice blue eyes zeroing in on the blood that stained your lips.

"It's your blood," you whispered, and your heart was already beating faster.

"But it's in your mouth," Jeff growled, just above your lips. His mouth was suddenly on yours, his tongue pushing between your lips. He kissed you, hard and long and deep, pushing his tongue so far into your mouth that it was almost like deep-throating. But his tongue was neither as long or wide as he was, pressed tightly against you. But this kiss had teeth that almost cut at your lips, a bruising force, that no amount of oral sex could equal. His tongue licked along the roof of your mouth, the inside of your cheeks. He was licking the taste of his own blood from your mouth.

He drew back, and the smile on his scarred face was fierce and joyous, a savage beauty, as if the thoughts behind his face weren't very human anymore. "You taste good," he breathed, and his voice was painfully low.

Jeff pulled a throwing knife from your hip and slowly dragged it up your torso starting at your bellybutton. He applied pressure, not a lot, but enough to make your breath come quick. When he got to your bra, he easily cut through the lace and stripped you of it and the remaining two knives, shoving them to the side, before grabbing your panties in the front and ripped them from your body with a harsh jerk that raised your hips from the bed. Sigh, this always happened and you were glad you hadn't gotten attached to them. He let out a growl when he saw you'd remembered to put your garter belt under your undies so you wouldn't have to take it off. Always helps to think ahead.

Jeff leaned down over you and kissed you roughly, full of teeth and tongue. His right hand caressed your throat and you felt him drag the knife down your side as he trailed kisses and bites across your jaw and down the side of your neck. He circled one of your nipples with the blade, its sharp point digging in but not cutting. Jeff was a master with blades and had worked hard to get to a point that you could trust him completely with them. He may be a killer, but he'd never hurt you.

Jeff trailed the knife back down, over your ribs and his right hand followed, returning his hand to your core, rubbing you with his thumb while he curled two fingers inside of you. You watched as he ran the knife down your stomach to press in just above your pubic bone.

You came watching the pinpoint of that blade begin to crease your skin, almost, almost cutting, almost, almost piercing, almost, almost killing. At the last moment, he threw it to the side and held you hard and fast against his body as the throwing knife stuck into the floor like an exclamation point. He was rock hard and the suddenness of his embrace caused him to push inside you as his fingers slid up a little to continue rubbing in tight, fast circles as you adjusted to his girth.

He let out a shakey chuckle "You feel so good for me, kitten. You always do. Like you were made for me." He started pulling his hips away and he sent you a devilish smile before ramming back into you, drawing a scream from your lips as you saw stars, still sensitive from just a few minutes ago.

Jeff established a brutal, pounding rhythm, lowering his upper body to yours. You felt his blood, which had been seeping from his bite wound, smearing across your upper chest and neck as he kissed you tenderly. His hips slowed into a sort of rolling motion, brushing against that magical spot inside you, the building pressure intensifying as you made soft whimpers, so close to the edge. Between one breath and the next, the pressure burst and Jeff let out a hoarse yell as your body tightened around him.

Jeff gathered your writhing body into his arms, trying to gain some control and you wrapped your legs around him. His breathing was fast, his eyes wide as he looked down at you and your blood covered chest. He ducked his head to lick some of it away as he closed his eyes in concentration. You met each of Jeff's thrusts with one of your own. Some change in angle caused that internal pressure low in your body to suddenly intensify as Jeff's thrusts became sloppy and wanton.

"Jeff" you cried out "When I go, you go. Please." Jeff's hands moved to your hips and his grip on them tightened with each thrust, a quiet hiss coming from his lips. You would wear his bruises tomorrow, and didn't mind at all, not when you had bitten Jeff hard enough to draw blood. His back was bleeding too from your scratches and it just didn't seem right to complain about bruises when you'd made open wounds, much to Jeff's delight. Tomorrow morning, Jeff would lovingly kiss those bruises and puff up with pride that he'd marked you once again and you'd finally marked him.

Jeff straightened, lifting you easily from the bed as he rammed into you one last time. He brought you and you both yelled with your shared release. You felt Jeff pulse inside you as you clenched around him and you held onto him tightly as you both rode out your pleasure.

Jeff gently laid you back down on the bed, arms shaking slightly and withdrew from you, causing your body to clench one more time. He rolled to lay on the bed next to you as you both relearned how to breathe.

When you felt steady enough, you sat up and looked down at Jeff. His shoulder was still bleeding a good amount. "We need to clean that and bandage it."

Jeff looked down at his shoulder and chuckled, his voice taking on the quality that all men who have been satisfied do "What this?" He shrugged his shoulder up, looking down at it proudly "It's perfect. A love bite from my kitten." He propped himself up on one elbow and then said "It's the best anniversary gift you could've given me."

"Oh? So that means I can keep the actual gift I got you?"

"Let's not be hasty" Jeff laughed "I've had my eye on those knives for a while you know?"

"I know" you smiled.

"As soon as I can get up, I'm going to check them out and get some water." His smile turned mischievous and he leaned down to kiss you lazily. When he pulled away, he tacked on "And then we're having round two."

[smutty-ki113r]

🎠Laughing Jack🎠|| Carousel

Fluff one-shot x gn!reader— only warning is angst (2.6k)

Inspired by: Melanie Martinez

After months of endless nagging you finally convinced Laughing Jack to let you visit his amusement park. He had claimed it was too scary and you would get creeped out but you weren’t one to take no for an answer.

Giving you a piece of candy so the trans-dementional trip wouldn’t be too hard on you. Tasting the sour lemon taffy he gave you and making a tense face as the flavor pulled at your taste buds and stuck to your teeth.

Your head getting dizzy as your surroundings warped and his room became red and white vertical stripes. Blinking a couple times as he leaned into your face, “are you alright?”

“I’m fine!” You told him, almost falling back at how close he was. As soon as your perception adjusted you looked for the exit to the tent you were inside. “Onward!” You said excited, marching comedically to the entrance flap.

“This isn’t exactly the safest place”, he called from behind, catching up with ease because his legs were so long. “You need to stay close to me at all times” you smiled at him, it’s not like you were complaining, “got that?”

Giving him a keen nod you stepped out of the grand tent. Squinting at the sky, which was tainted a dusty gray, swirly clouds amber of scattered around in the background. The carnival was beautifully revolting, with littered attractions as far as the eye could see.

The place looked somewhat abandoned, if you get past the faint cries of children, from their souls stored in toys. Rides that once colored a vibrant red had paint chipped, specks of dull metal flaked over the bars.

Game stands broken down and leaning unsteadily, disturbing toys with eyes and limbs missing hanging from the top. It looked like it might fall down at any minute, but you couldn’t help but notice the newer looking boxes of supplies lying around next to the stands.

Fairy lights hung from the tilted signs, decorating the food court. A fresh trail had been made between the rides.

It warmed your heart that he had made subtle efforts to fix the place up, he certainly didn’t think you would notice.

Looking back at his nervous smile, Jack was terrified you would hate the place. You thought all but the opposite, giving him a big grin. Your expression relaxed him, assuring him that you wouldn’t think he was a freak and leave. His whole demeanor shifting, making him more comfortable and even enthusiastic.

Straightening out and giving you jazz hands, “what are you waiting for?” putting one hand on his hip to motion you to the park with the other “lets go have fun!”

Following behind you with a giggle as you approached the carnival games. The ring toss looking somewhat appealing in between the other activities, so you told him you wanted to play.

“Basically you get 5 rings, if you get at least 3 in the pins you win a prize” he explained.

“Alright alright lemme try” you waved him off, snatching the rings and giving one a toss. It missed, you brushed it off. The second one made it in and Jack gave a little cheer, it still wasn’t enough.

Hyperfocusing on the pin in the middle make a soft throw upward, the edge hitting the top of the pin and falling to the side. You gave a groan, calculating your last two throws.

Your forth throw made the pin to the side, and you only had one more try left. Aiming for another pin at the side to release, the ring clanging against it and falling to the floor.

You went to look at Jack with a frown but he wore a happy expression, “you won!” He exclaimed. Confused you turned back, finding the ring you had just tossed around the last pin. You were completely certain you had missed it, racking your mind for an explanation as jack handed you a small purple bunny that was missing an arm.

Realizing that Jack had manipulating the game so you could win, throwing him a knowing glance. He just happened to be looking away, whistling guiltily.

Squeezing the bunny you moved onto the next game, it was ballon dart toss. The stand had pale red and black balloons scattered across a board. Excitement was written all over his face, you cocked an eyebrow in question.

“It’s a two person game!” He said, “whoever pops more balloons wins!”

He handed you four darts and kept four for himself, “you can go first” he motioned with a grin. Pacing the dart in two fingers a couple times before throwing at a balloon. Giving a groan when you missed and waiting for him to go.

Being as skilled as he was he managed to land one in a bullseye. “Oh it’s on” you dared, getting one point yourself. LJ got the second one too, staring at you intensely as you evened out the score.

Giving him a small smile as the dart broke the surface of the balloon with a sharp noise “pop goes the weasel right?” You laughed, referring to his famous song.

He looked at you almost in shock, taken aback by your joke. Shaking himself into reality he broke out in a light blush, a part of him touched, as if you were accepting him for who he was.

Too distracted by your eyes on him to play the game with concentration. Missing the third one with a growl he waited for you to take your turn, which you lost. It was the last point and Jack was a shoe in, so obviously he took the victory.

You were happy for him, passing along a “good job!” as he retrieved the big brown teddy bear that was half his size, and all of yours. It was missing an eye, thin stands of makeshift fur pulled out and a silky red bow around it’s neck.

“Here” he said, dangling it in front of you.

“For me?” You asked, “but you won”, trying to look up at him but the bear blocked most of your view, only letting you see above his nose.

“Just take it” he practically pushed it into you, making you blow out an oof.

Holding it to the side at the torso with one hand you broke out in a grin “thank you for the plushie” you said, hugging him from the side and squeezing his torso “but I want you to be my teddy” you laughed. He looked incredibly flustered, frozen as you broke away.

“You’re big and tall” you tippy toed up to give his shoulder pad feathers a ruffle “and fluffy”

The man looked like he was about to faint so you decided to knock it off, laughing and telling him you wanted to go on the carousel next. Quickly, LJ happily led you too it, skipping in front of you (mostly to hide his blush).

Standing at the controls to cue a round, watching you walk around to find a pretty horse. Given, all of them had dark spots and chipped paint, but they worked all the same. Leaving the bear on another horse and climbing onto a white one that had a yellow saddle, intricate lacy designs patterned on the sides. Royal blue reigns across it’s chest and a lion on a crest.

It was beautiful, and you traced your fingers on the drawing. It must have been stunning, but the weathering of time and agony had gotten to it. A painful reminder of what was, a mere reflection of the chipping away of a joyful being.

Prying away from your thoughts as you felt the vibrations of Jack stepping onto the walkway- with one of his big smiles. Even after everything, he still wore a smile. It made you want to tear up, he really needed all the love he could get.

He was too tall to get on a horse, so he just stood by you. His big hand gracing the golden pole and holding on, watching as you peeked up at him. Even though his eyes were constantly bright he displayed something…deeper. It was a sort of shine, a sparkle if you will, luminosity glazed over in such a way that one can only get lost in its vastness.

The looped music in the background was secondary as you rose up and down with the horse, giving Jack a little smile and thanking him for bringing you here. “I’m having a lot of fun with you” you noted.

“Well of course you are! It’s a carnival” he said with joy.

“No I mean with you” you clarified “you’re pretty great Jack”. This time he didn’t avoid your gaze, his mouth open slightly, not knowing how to react to the sincerity of the compliment.

The ride slowly came to a stop, and you were feeling slightly tingly. Maybe it was the air, or the loss of focus. “How about a roller coaster?” You dared, to which he gave a tense face.

“Those are pretty broken, you’ll probably die riding one and that’s not what we want” he said, stepping off the carousel. “How about some cotton candy instead?”

You nodded your head vigorously, following him in the pursuit for the fairy floss, the bear falling behind forgotten. Passing by more unused rides that had long past rusted and a house of mirrors to get to the food court.

Jack humming happily as he dipped a paper cone into the bowl of revolving fibers of sugar. Whipping up a swirly pink and blue cotton candy and handing it to you with a proud smile.

He went to make another treat until you spoke, “I’m not that hungry so we can share” you proposed. “If you want”

“Are you sure?” He asked, concerned that you didn’t have much appetite. “Do you want some candy or maybe a funnel cake?”

You shook him off, taking a bite out of the cloud-like dessert. It was absolutely delicious, honeyed and saccharine on your tongue in a blend of flavor you had never tasted had before.

Soft as it disintegrated onto your mouth, leaving behind a remanence of something too sweet. Bringing it up to Jack, who was so tall you had to extend your arm fully to get it to his mouth.

He simply laughed at your struggle, taking a bite before giving you a thin smile and taking it from your hand. Sitting down at a bench so that you could both share comfortably.

By the time the candy had finished you noticed little bits of the silky texture stuck on his nose. Painfully stifling a laugh you turned away.

“What’s so funny?” He asked with a genuine smile.

When you didn’t answer his tone changed, “what’s so funny huh?” he sounded a bit angered.

Hiccuping through your laughter you faced him, leaning in real close to his face, enough so that you could feel the heat emanating from it; taking a bite of the pink woven candy on his nose and holding it in your teeth.

His face went red at the sight, embarrassed that he had cotton candy on his nose. Well, that and for a moment he thought you were going to kiss him.

Noticing your hands were all sticky you asked him if there was a sink somewhere. After both of you washed your hands you sat back down at the bench.

The sky was going dark, the poofs of dusty cloud fading in with the night but still managing to remain visible. You heard a whirr as Jack turned on all the rides at the carnival, lighting the whole thing up.

You sat in awe, a mere spectator in the empty yet live amusement park. Admiring the music that added to the ambiance, watching Jack approach you.

“Wanna take a walk?” He asked, but there was something…off. LJ seemed nervous as you got up and walked next to him.

He had been thinking about it for a while now, probably even before he brought you to the carnival. Even though he had washed the gooey candy from his hands they were still sticky, but it was from sweat. Giving you side glances as you paced the trail with him.

Debating to himself whether or not he should do it, if you would hate him for it. Telling himself that he would regret it if he didn’t, but thinking about the potential negative reactions you could give.

Passing the carousel once again as you noticed the usually loud and happy clown was silent, lost in thought as he stared into the distance, his lips forming a tensing line.

Wondering if he was ok, but brining up the topic might make him uneasy. Perhaps you being there at his haunted amusement park was ticking him off, or if you taking that cotton floss off his nose was too much, or if you were pushing your luck, or worse what if you triggered hi-

All thoughts faded from your mind the moment you felt a slow, shaky hand grasp onto yours. You had to look to where he held you because he was so gentile you thought it was the wind. Holding onto you softly enough that it felt like a feather, somehow still creating a little pocket of warmth between you.

A glowing thump of heat pulsing inside your chest, happiness digging into your cells and giving you the confidence to squeeze his hand.

He let out a sharp inhale at the feel, still avoiding your gaze as he relaxed into your touch. Not daring to move his hand too much or he might risk ruining the moment, afraid of hurting you with his claws.

Approaching the Ferris wheel he finally spoke, “this is probably the one ride that won’t break”, not a peep about holding you. “Do you want to go on?”

You finally caught his gaze, absolutely melting at the smile in his eyes. Responding with a ‘yes’ and letting him open the door for you. Sustaining his grip with you as he helped you on, not letting go even after you sat.

The cart wasn’t exactly small, but with a guy the size of Jack it was pretty compacted. It’s not like you minded, the lack of space gave you an excuse to bunch up alongside him. The feathers from his pads tickling your face as you rested on him.

Watching the view as the cart took you higher and higher, it was perfect. The evening set in the rich obscurity of the night, lights of the festival blinking as if they had a life of their own. The bulbs on the stands making z’s as they illuminated the red and white drapes of the far off tents.

Jack held your hand with such care and caress, you gave him a reassuring press to let him know it was ok. He was so enveloped with the passionate act that he squeezed as well. Letting you feel all the dips and curves of his hand. Clutching onto you, as if you might disappear too.

Facing him to cup his cheek with your free hand, caressing him and tucking a stand of hair behind his ear. Trailing your thumb across his skin and feeling him lean into your touch, swearing that between the lines on the pad of your finger there was a tear that you had wiped away.

Getting lost in the breaths you shared as you inched closer to his lips, giving him a second of warmth longer to prove that you weren’t going anywhere.

[ofmymuses]

꒰♡꒱ —  PET NAMES MASTERLIST .

under the cut, you’ll find a total of 578 name ideas for furry friends sorted in alphabetical order!!   if you find this post useful, please consider giving it a like / reblog so i know ♡♡

abby, ace, angel, annie, allie, angus, apollo, aries, athena, autumn, avery, alvin, amour, aspen, archie, artie, ava, alice, alpha, aslan, almond, alfie, axel, appricot

baby, bailey, basil, bella, bean, bandit, betty, birdie, betsy, bear, beau, bonnie, blossom, biscuit, blue, bo, boomer, brownie, bingo, bambi, bacon, billie, bubbles, bitsy, boots, bb, buddy, buster, bowser, barbie

candy, callie, chanel, chloe, cinnamon, cleo, coco, cricket, captain, cash, champ, chunky, chancey, charlie, chester, chico, chief, cooper, chipper, cookie, campbell, clove/r, coffee, coconut

daisy, dakota, delia, diamond, dixie, dolly, duchess, dane, dexter, diego, diesel, dodge/r, duke, dexter, darcey, dawn, dainty, dora, dizzy, decker, dallas, dagwood, dew, drusilla

eden, ella, ellie, emmy, eddie, elmer, eli, emmett, echo, elvis, eva, enid, eiffel, easter, elfa, edsel, evita, elzie

fiona, foxy, fern, fanny, finn, flash, frankie, fritz, fairy, fang, fancy, ferris, fey, flo, fluffy, fly, fudge, fuzzball, finch, foster, figo, fidget, frodo, flick, frieza

gaia, gumball, gumdrop, goldie, griffin, gus, georgie, gordon, garfield, glitter, gollum, goose, grover, gremlin, gem, gidget, goober, grumpy, gulliver

ham, harry, hope, hickory, harley, henry, hazel, holly, happy, hunter, hopscotch, hershey, harvey, honey, honeybee, hilda, hutch, hyde, hugo, hiccup, hawthorne, hades

icy, indie, itchy, isla, itsy bitsy, izzy, ivory, indigo, iggy, izzy, ike, ima, inigo, ira, isabella, iman

jabba, jade, jax, jj, jiffy, joey, july, juniper, june, juno, jackson, jagger, jasmine, jedi, jellybean, jack jack, jubilee, jonesy, jimbo, jock, jenkins, jinkies, jazz, janie, jaws, jennie, jiggly puff, jiggles, jodie

king, kai, kaijo, kermit, karma, krabby, kraken, kylo, koko, kali, kash, kane, kenny, kiddo, kimmy, kip, kisses, kit kat, kitty, kiwi, klaus, kleo, koda, kona, kylie, kooper, kimbo

luna, lola, lily, lady, lucky, lovey, loki, linus, lilo, lightning, leapfrog, lemon, lemondrop, lacy, luigi, lavender, lilac, leia, levi, lenny, lewis, libby, little, link, little foot, leftie, lulu, lurk, lydia, lynx, lars, lovebug

m&m, mabel, macaroni, macy, mae, midge, milo, midnight, marshmallow, maisie, mischief, mocha, monster, monty, munchkin, muppet, magenta, magoo, magic, maggie, malibu, maxwell, maximus, max, meeko, melody, mellow, mickey, millie, mimi, minnie, mint, missy, moon, moxie, muffy, muffin, mystic

nana, nanette, nanny, nani, newbury, natwick, nico, noah, nixon, nymph, nyx, nacho, nacia, nibbles, niche, noisy, nessie, nugget, napoleon, nanook, nutella, nellie, neon, neptune, nightmare

oatmeal, ozzy, octavia, october, oddball, olive, oreo, oscar, odie, olaf, oasis, oceana, o’hara, oakley, odessa, odin, ollie, olympia, omega, onyx, otis

panda, pumpkin, pops, popcorn, patches, prince, princess, precious, pepper, paige, pongo, poppy, penny, prudence, polly, priscilla, prancer, paris, pooh, peanut, potato, piggy, peppermint, pancake

ralph, ribbit, riley, rio, raphael, rebel, rex, roo, river, rocket, rosie, ruby, rey, ranger, raven, razzle, red, reese, retro, rhino, rigsby, ringo, rizzo, rocky, rogue, rolo, romeo, ross, roxie, ruckus

spencer, spyro, sadie, sage, sabrina, sugar, scout, sass, sky, sunny, sally, storm, stevie, sammie, scarlet, snickers, sweetie, snow/y, snoop/y, suzy, sookie, sapphire, sushi, sedona, skittles, sparkle/s, sweetpea, skipper, spot, sterling, sox, scar, scottie, scooby, sprocket

tinkerbell, tank, tango, tigger, teddy, taz, turner, toto, tess, topaz, tulip, tomika, tycoon, toki, trinket, tootsie, tarzan, trouble, twiggy, tetra, tia, thunder, thor, thumper, titan, toby, twinkle, twizzler

ursula, unit, urian, ulana, unix, utopia, urmina, unique, ultra, ufo

vesper, velvet, vanilla, valentine, vito, victory, voodoo, vallisa, vallie, valino, vanessa, vandooh, van goh, vega, vee, varro

wolfe, wolfie, wagner, whiskers, wendy, willie, worm, winnie, waldo, woody, warlock, wildfire

x-tray, xandor, xampus, xandrana, xandy, xanta, xara, xena, xera, xisco, xylo

yzma, yoda, yaki, yahoo, yogi, yeti, yenga, yumi, yello, yamana, yeska

zeus, zombie, zara, zoe/y, ziggy, zeke, zelda, zero, zola, zane, zorro, zia, zazu, zip/per, zella, zsa zsa, zadie, zoro, zorra, zephyr