#wishes it were someone else for pleasure and fun and nothing more

[rosadomeadows]

I know I haven’t touched this blog in some time but I need to get this off of my chest!

I love being a girl, I love being a woman, but sometimes I have this fantasy where I am a nameless, gender less being who has the wackiest fashion and doesn’t care about identifiers. Am not brave enough to come out as nonbinary (at least not yet… Future Self is under a lot of pressure) but I often think about the nicety of being ambiguous and purely just living without any of the gender norms and expectations!!

[berryz-writes]

Perfectly serious

Summary: Matheo's jealousy and want for you increases after seeing you with Theo to the point where he finally/kind of confesses

Matheo Riddle x reader

His arm wrapped around my waist, bringing me even closer to him. "Come on, let's get you to bed" Theo murmured. I looked up at him confused "I'm not drunk". My head might feel light and I might feel extremely happy and sad at the same time but I was most definitely not drunk.

"Yes you are" He took my hand and led me away from the groups of people dancing together, taking his time to weave us in and around the drinks being passed around. Everyone gave me a smile as I left, Pansy giving me a wink as we passed "I bet he fucks good. Have fun babe!" She said, her words slurring slightly, her voice loud enough for Theo to hear. Maybe if he heard it he would act on it. I wouldn't mind getting in bed with him.

We soon reached my room, the music faded to a low sound coming from below us and the lights softer than the harsh party lights of before.

"Well...night y/n" Theo said.

"You know" I started, my voice low and sultry. "I wouldn't mind if you joined me, made things more interesting. Hm?" I tilted my head waiting for his answer, his eyes searching my face. For what I didn't know.

He gave me a soft smile "Your drunk. And when drunk, your ideas aren't really your own. So as much as I'd like to follow through with your idea, it's best you get some sleep"

I rolled my eyes at him being who he always was. I wished for once he would push the boundaries. "Fine. Night Theo"

"Sweet dreams" He dropped my hand and waited for me to close the door. I could hear his receding footsteps, probably to go up to his own dorm. I was relieved in a way. Maybe I wasn't actually ready to fuck him and it was just the alcohol making me want something more. We were good friends. I didn't want to ruin that for something that I didn't really want. Chocolate brown eyes crossed my mind. Curly hair that would feel so nice running my hands through-. Something that would never happen.

*Potions the next day*

"I didn't see you yesterday" I said to Matheo referring to the party yesterday. Stirring in the crushed up leaves into the steaming potion, I turned to look at him, his eyes were icy and cold as if I had done some personal wrong against him.

"Of course you didn't. You were too busy trying to estimate your chances with Theo. Heads up, princess. He has higher standards"

I ignored the nickname that would usually make me swoon and instead my mouth opened in shock. How fucking rude of him. Was he ok?

"Are you being serious right now?" I stopped stirring the potion and crossed my arms. I could take a joke but come on. He had taken it too far.

"Perfectly serious. Why? Did you think I was nice?" He stood up to tower over me, his minty scent washing over me. His chocolate brown eyes were like daggers into my soul. It hurt knowing someone I was good friends with could switch up so fast.

"No actually, I didn't. Your just like everyone says you are. You get with a girl for your own pleasure, lead her on and then leave her with a broken heart. Your a rude fucking asshole and nothing more"

His jaw clenched at what I said, waiting for me to say anything else. I didn't actually mean it but I would never let anyone disrespect me and not expect anything back.

I realised soon how close we were. If only he were to move slightly closer, I could have tipped my head upwards and kissed him. The fact that I was thinking about that even though he had insulted me was annoying for me. I shouldn't still like him. Not anymore.

"You really mean that?" His voice came out soft, his jaw no longer clenched. As if he understood what I had said. I hesitated. Of course I didn't. How could I? I liked him for fucks sake.

I sighed "I don't know"

He sat back down as if he were tired of our argument. As if he didn't want to argue with me.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said-"

"Let's just forget about it. Ok?" I didn't want to argue either. Maybe he was angry and took it out on me. Fine. I would give him a pass just this once seen as though we were such good friends. (If only we were more than that)

He nodded his head and we worked in silence for the next few minutes. Until he cleared his throat and looked toward me again "Listen y/n. I don't want us to ruin our...friendship for something I've said so let me treat you. Will you be free to come to the diner at eight?"

I paused and raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly "Are you asking me on a date or just as friends?" Confident of me to ask but I wanted to know where we stood.

After a pause he replied with "I'd be happy with either, as long as it's with you"

I thought about my next question "And if I want it to be a date?" I asked quietly.

He smiled "I was hoping you'd say that, princess"

[peppermintquartz]

Tempt

Explicit Bucktommy

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Tommy checks his hair once more in the mirror - mentally grimacing slightly at the gray hairs peppered in his dark hair - before he heads out of the en-suite.

And stops in his tracks to admire the languid sprawl of his Evan on top of their bed, wearing nothing except a pair of dark green shorts. Sun is spilling in, bathing him in light. Evan himself is awake, but he's still clearly drowsy; Tommy did keep him up for most of the night.

"Hey honey," Evan says with a smile. "Going off so early?"

"Yeah," says Tommy, not without a little regret. He goes to Evan and kisses his brow. "Team brunch. Gotta go grab tables."

It's a thing Tommy suggested recently, hoping to build a stronger bond within the 217. Nothing will replicate the family atmosphere of the 118, but more of Tommy's colleagues are joining in and they're becoming friendlier.

Evan stretches and sighs. "Well, have fun. Wish I could keep you for longer." He flutters his lashes at Tommy as he slides the waistband of his shorts down.

Tommy glances at the clock on the bedside table. He can spare ten minutes. "You want me to be late?"

"Someone else can grab the tables," Evan drawls, reaching up to pull Tommy down for a deeper kiss. Tommy pretends to resist for two seconds before acceding. Then he sits next to Evan and slides one hand down the younger man's chest, enjoying the tickle of fuzz, and slips his hand into Evan's shorts. Evan's breath hitches as Tommy reaches for his cock. It's not fully hard, but it's getting there, a nicely heated length in his grip that gets slicker as he strokes. Tommy smiles to himself as he twists his wrist, alternates the firmness of his grip, rubs the head of Evan's cock with his thumb the way Evan loves it.

Evan rocks his hips, his eyes closed. Moans and gasps of pleasure fall shamelessly from his lips, some loud enough that, were this Evan's loft, Tommy will worry about the neighbors. As it is, he leans down to kiss Evan's birthmark and then whispers, "Come on, baby, you can be louder. You know I like it when you show everyone in this neighborhood how good it is when I touch you."

"It is good," Evan replies, mouth open, arching up to try to kiss Tommy, but the motion moves his cock free of Tommy's grip. "Babe, hand, gimme."

"Of course, Evan, don't worry," Tommy murmurs, wrapping his hand around Evan's erection again and speeding up. The change in pace makes Evan's moans go higher in pitch. One hand reaches up to grip the headboard, and the other tangles itself in Tommy's shirt. His head is thrown back, the lines of his neck tense and clean, tempting Tommy to mark it up with love bites.

The smell of sex is getting Tommy hard in his pants too, but he shuts it away. This is about Evan, and he focuses on the slick slide of his hand up and down the hot shaft, the press of his palm against the glans, and every few strokes, he rubs the calloused edge of his thumb over the slit, appreciating how much precome Evan leaks. He always loves it, and he loves trying to lick Evan's cock clean of it. Hasn't worked so far, but Tommy is going to try, regardless.

Evan cries out about two seconds before his whole body tenses, almost locks up as he comes over Tommy's hand and his own belly, and then he relaxes completely. There's not that much ejaculate, but they did go several rounds last night.

"Mm. That was yummy," Evan says, eyes fluttering open and his pouty lips curving into a satisfied smile.

Tommy meets his boyfriend's eyes as he extracts his hand from Evan's pants and licks it clean of Evan's come. A whine crawls out of Evan's throat at the sight. Knowing it's just another ploy for affection, Tommy leans down and kisses the taste into Evan's mouth, their tongues sliding together for a hot minute.

"I'm gonna be late," Tommy says, pulling away with some wistfulness. He goes to wash his hands, tell his hard-on to calm the fuck down, and check that his clothes are clean of any incriminating evidence. When he comes out, Evan has rolled on his side to watch him, and this time he's naked. He waggles his eyebrows at Tommy suggestively.

Amused, Tommy narrows his eyes and shakes his head. "Oh no, you can wait for three hours. Be a good boy and clean up."

"What if I don't wanna be a good boy?" Evan says. It's a playful challenge.

"Well, a good boy gets to have his choice of reward," says Tommy, one hand on the bedroom door. "And since Daddy has a new plug..." He winks at Evan and leaves, just before a pillow flies at and lands on the door.

Tommy chuckles as he starts his car. Evan will be climbing all over him by the time he comes home from brunch, and he will be his brattiest self, demanding to have the new plug.

Tommy can't wait.

[hees-mine]

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋. 𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟏

Pairing: heeseung ⚥ reader

Warning: angst, cursing, crying, taboo relationship, single dad.

Genre: 18+, best friends dad, smut, single dad, taboo relationship, minors do not interact! Sorry it’s short I had a headache so there might be some errors too :/ lil filler chap in the meantime

WC: 1562k

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Confused and hurt.

That’s how you felt after leaving heeseung’s home your eyes brimmed with tears as you let out a shaky breath your legs felt wobbly and your mind was flooded with nothing but negative thoughts about heeseung and what just happened.

So it was all just a mistake nothing was ever real to him all the times he begged for you back was a mistake all the times he kissed you were a mistake all the times he said he loved you were a mistake.

He practically told you none of his feelings were real and he just used your body to get himself off that’s how it translated to you anyway.

You felt so disgusted with yourself not even a week ago you let him put his face between your legs you gave him head and you let him have sex with you round after round all while he told you how happy you made him how he’d do anything to make you his officially and how much he loved you.

Your stomach was in knots as you attempted to wipe your tears only for a fresh stream to fall just seconds later. “I’m so stupid” you muttered to yourself.

And the worst part is if you two didn’t get caught you’d be none the wiser he’d still be using you for his pleasure saying what you want to hear just to have you laying under him at night.

You’d still be lying and arranging your schedule so it would aligned with his you’d still get butterflies when he came over to your house when your parents were away you’d still miss him and text him daily just to see how he was doing.

But maybe it was good you two got caught cause even though you lost a friend in the process at least you were away from that no good fucking liar at least you couldn’t be used by him anymore and at least you wouldn’t waste more time with him than you already had.

You just wished you had of went with your gut straight from the beginning if only you had of done the right thing and avoided him to begin with none of this would have happened.

You would still have your friend and you’d both be happy together and Heeseung would’ve never even been involved.

Your whole life was ruined because of heeseung and the worst part about it all was when he first approached you in his kitchen you didn’t say no you wanted it just as much as him and now that you think about it you probably wanted it more than him given the circumstances that you actually fell for him and he never cared about you to begin with so it was probably just fun seeing you struggle to say no to him it probably boosted his ego having a younger girl to toy with that was like putting his hands so unsuspecting of his true self.

You were such a dumb and easy target why wouldn’t he come for you.

And of course he’d continue to come back over and over again especially cause after all you were giving yourself to him every free chance the two of you got.

You had a hard time figuring out how he could have raised such a great daughter but be a complete piece of shit himself and thanks to him and partially yourself you lost your best friend all for a mistake.

Getting over this felt impossible especially knowing that you’d have to face her tomorrow at school

You had such a terrible headache when you arrived home and the tears just wouldn’t stop falling no matter how hard you tried to stop them.

You felt hurt sad and betrayed how could someone do what he did to you and be fine with it like nothing ever happened like you didn’t have feelings like you didn’t spend so many intimate nights with him in his home.

Your mind came up with blanks you couldn’t fathom how a person could screw with someone else’s emotions the way he did with you you took some medicine for your headache and tried to shut out all these ridiculous thoughts nothing mattered now anyway he got what he wanted threw you to the wayside and that was it you’d have to accept that you got played and in the process lost life as you knew it and a best friend.

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Like you assumed you were getting ignored all day at school she wouldn’t even look at you when you sat next to her you tried to speak with her but she tuned you out and it hurt like hell because this used to be the person you talked to about everything and now you were like strangers.

You got up and went to an empty seat giving her her space you understood she wanted nothing to do with you and you didn’t even blame her you were a terrible person and a terrible best friend you broke her trust you lied to her you were secretly doing her dad behind her back hell if you were her you wouldn’t want to be friends with a person like you either so you accepted it were you okay being ostracized by the lee family of course not but there was nothing you could do from here on out you could only try your best to move on.

You were upset because you didn’t even get to explain yourself but what was there to explain? You fucked up period there was no getting around it.

If you felt this hurt you could only imagine her pain and with that thought you realized you didn’t even deserve to be sad anymore because this was all your fault you’re just happy that at least her and heeseung were able to hash things out you’d never be able to live knowing you broke up that special bond they had together.

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“Welcome home sweetpea!” Heeseung greeted his daughter at the door. “I’m almost finished with lunch you can shower and come down when you’re ready”

“Hi dad! I thought you had work today?” She kicked her shoes off at the door and walked into the kitchen stealing a strawberry off the plate he was making to which he glared at her and only received a sheepish smile in response plus another strawberry being stolen.

“I did but they were cutting hours and offered me the day off so I took it” he shrugged.

“Ah I see you need a break your eyes bags are getting really bad lately” she grins.

“I’m going to take that as concern and not an insult” he dismissed her silly comment.

She giggled and ran upstairs to take a shower before having lunch. “Getting bolder by the day” he shook his head and sighed loudly while finishing lunch.

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You hated how your brain worked cause why couldn’t you stop thinking about heeseung even though he told you he didn’t love you and that you meant nothing to him and you were nothing but a mistake he’s still all you could think of and you hated how you still shed tears for a man that didn’t deserve them.

But you couldn’t fucking help it you loved him and unfortunately those feelings weren’t just about to wither away within a week just cause you wanted them to.

For the seventh time in a row you were under your blankets head buried in your pillow as the tears flowed like an endless river.

Just how many tears were you going to cry for a man that didn’t care about you?

How many nights would you get lost in thought about how you could have gone about things better.

For how much longer was it going to feel like someone had a fucking knife pierced straight through your heart.

You didn’t know.

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Heeseung lied awake in his bed scrolling through a few of your old texts together he can’t believe he almost ruined his relationship with his only daughter all because he was stupid enough to think he was actually in love with you.

Thank goodness he got caught with you sooner than later because he doesn’t know how long he would have kept you around thinking he cared about you and telling you he loved you when deep down he didn’t.

His rational side understood what he did was wrong he should have let you go but he was confused about his feelings for you but it all became clear when he had to pick between you and his daughter he didn’t even have to think twice it was a no brainer his daughter over you any day of the week.

He shut off his phone and placed it on the nightstand sighing deeply his compassionate side felt for you or rather his guilty conscience side felt for you he was truly sorry for stringing you along though that was one thing he was actually sincere about but what’s done is done you and him are over now he just hopes you were taking the break up as well as him but something told him you weren’t by the shattered look on your face when you walked out of his home for the last time.

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[its-vannah]

Karma | Jace Velaryon x Reader

A/N: As requested, this is the second part to "Maroon". I hope y'all enjoy it as much as the first fic, it's not as angsty lol.

Warnings: Death, you have children, marriage, sexist comments made by Lord Baratheon, crying, mentions of an affair

Midnights Masterlist

Part One

Lord Baratheon sat across from you at the long dining table, the glass of wine in his hand drained in seconds. Waving it around as he spoke, his words were slurred.

As the night went on, the topics of conversation became more personal and, for you, highly offensive and embarrassing.

Looking around the table, he released a drunken laugh, "All these women are struggling to bare child, but what you really need is a strong man."

'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare

You shot your husband a warning look, praying to the Gods he wouldn't go any farther. But he didn't even look your way.

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

"I got my wife pregnant on our own wedding night. It's not an easy feat for most, but for me, it was like a stroll in the gardens."

"My Lord—" You began, but he waved you off, ignoring the glare you shot him.

He laughed to himself as he beckoned a servant to pour him so more wine, "You just have to be in control. Your will to have an heir needs to be greater than anything else. Don't worry about her personal pleasure, but your own. It's your seed that controls—"

Karma's gonna track you down

From the other end of the table, someone slammed their first down, ceasing all movement and conversation.

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Jacaerys stared right into your husband's eyes, "That's enough, Lord Baratheon."

You're talking shit for the hell of it

But he just laughed, drinking more wine, "It's all fun and games, my prince. I wasn't only speaking of Y/N, but the other women I've—"

The Prince raised his voice, "Enough!"

The air filled with silence, not a single person moving. Your cheeks were hot, your eyes burned, and your lips quivered as you fought with yourself to hold back the urge to cry.

Addicted to betrayal, but you're relevant

For all his faults and flaws, you hadn't thought Lord Baratheon to be unfaithful. You didn't even know when he had found the time to visit a brothel. He was always tending to his people, whether he was ruling or visiting the local people.

Rattling your ground

Then, it hit you. By "visiting the locals", he meant fucking prositutes. Clenching your first, you shook the thought out of your head.

And I keep my side of the street clean

Despite your heart belonging to another, you would never be unfaithful to your husband. You had more respect for him, apparently, then he did for you.

Pushing your chair out, you stood abruptly, "Excuse me."

Your shoes clicked against the stone floor as you walked hastily towards your private chambers. Once you reached the doors, you threw them open, letting them slam behind you walked over to your writing desk.

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Removing the large necklace your husband insisted you wore, you set it on the table, removing each piece of jewelry one at a time before you removed your dress. Standing only in your petticoat and corset, you braced yourself against the table, finally breaking down.

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Between your heavy breaths and muffled sobs, you didn't hear the door creak open, the sound of footsteps behind you.

Sweet like honey, karma is a cat

Careful not to startle you, Jace cleared his throat, placing a hand on your back, rubbing it in a circular motion.

Unafraid of what would happen if someone walked in, you turned to him and melted in his embrace, crying into his shoulder.

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Holding you tightly to his chest, he kissed the top of your head, "I will always love you, Y/N. Nothing will ever change that. It's going to be okay."

(I'm still, I'm still here)

After that moment, you didn't want to let him go. And a year later, you got your wish.

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Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

Lord Baratheon was beheaded and killed in a battle between the blacks and greens.

His younger brother soon took over control of the palace and surrounding area instead of your son, and you were left a widow. And while the locals supported you during your supposed time of grief, you couldn't have been happier to be freed of House Baratheon.

Sweet like justice, karma is a queen

Deciding to wait the acceptable month before another bethrothal to avoid suspicion, you and Jace married soon after.

Standing at the alter, you couldn't help but smile up at him, finally getting the life you longed for. From the crowd, Cregan watched as you found the happiness he had once, unintentionally, taken from you.

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

The wind blew softly, and you realized how free you felt; no longer restrained by your unhappiness. Instead, you were hand in hand with the man you had loved for years.

Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here

Your happiness had once been stolen from you, placed our of reach. But death, ironically, had brought the two of you back together.

Karma's a relaxing thought

As the ceramony came to an end, Jace took your face in his hands, pressing a soft, but deep, kiss to your lips.

Me and karma vibe like that

For the first time since your son was born, you felt at peace.

Coming straight home to me

Even years later, after the birth of your second son, Lynor, and daughter, Nyra, and the battle between his mother and Allicent, his love never wavered. All the stress in the seven Kingdoms could fall on his shoulders, which they did, and he would never stop loving you and your family.

After your arrival to Driftmark, he was finally able to hold your son, Lucerys the second, in his arms. Losing control of himself, he wept for the years he lost with him. But he would never let go now, not until the day he died.

Many years later, when he had already passed and you were on your deathbed, each of your children sat around you.

While Jacaerys had given up his title in favor of his brother, Argon, his children still became miraculous leaders.

Step by step from town to town

Your eldest son, Lucerys the Second, had grown into a strong, yet kind, ruler just like his namesake. While still refered to as a Baratheon to avoid scandal, he knew, accepted, and embraced his true heritage. With a family of his own, he was an example of what a ruler should be. He looked after Driftmark and put his whole heart into ruling, ensuring that his people were well taken care of. His wife, Serna, was not just a prize to him as you had been to Lord Baratheon, but his equal.

Your second son, Lynor, went on to become an infamous knight in the seven kingdoms. A noble warrior, he became the King's Hand when he was of age. He, himself, married Cregan Stark's youngest daughter, Norea, and showed her the same love Jace had shown you in his lifetime.

And your beautiful daughter, Nyra, was highly respected throughout the kingdoms, eventually marrying into House Tully. She reminded you of Jace, who had always doted on her as a child.

And now, as you lay with your children around you, sadness filling the room, you smiled.

Lucerys took your hand, "Mother, I'm not ready for you to go."

You squeezed his hand, "It's time, my boy."

Closing his eyes, he fought back tears, pressing a kiss to your hand.

You're terrified to look down

Lynor was next, shaking his head, unwilling to meet you eyes out of fear that, if he did, he'd lose control of himself, "Do you not fear death?"

You shook your head weakly, "No, my dear, I don't. I welcome it."

You wouldn't know what I mean

"But why?"

It's coming back around

Nyra sat beside you, looking down at you with a soft smile on her face, "Because she'll see father once again."

"I love you all, as did your father," You said, coughing in between words, "He would be so proud of you."

'Cause karma is the thunder

Feeling the world slowly fade around you, you watched as your son's crumpled.

Lucerys wept into his hands, praying to the Gods, and Lynor remained stoic, refusing to break down.

Nyra, however, placed a kiss on your head, saying a prayer as your soul left your body.

Karma is a god

The next thing you knew, you were in Jace's arms again, strolling through the gardens as he had promised all those years ago.

[teyamloving12]

I read the foursome story and it had me in a chokehold how do you do it so well🧎🏾‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️

Pt. 2 where the husbands go out again but plot twist: the wives want to make them jealous by “flirting” with other guys, and Ronal teaches the reader how to be a brat. The outcome is unexpected to them because not just Jake but Tonowari shows his rough dom side (bc Jake taught him after the first story and now he can act on it). The boys blindfold/tie the girls up and use them however they want (ex using toys, tail pulling, spit, daddy kink, overstimulation, edging, throat fucking, breeding, face slapping, marking, spanking, etc). Before they do that though they make Ronal + the reader get off on each other for what seems like forever. Then after the boys are finished they make the girls do the same thing because they like the sight of both of them dripping their cum

Frustrated Wives Part 2

Warning: brat taming, hard dom!Tonowari and Jake, spitting, spanking, breeding kink, f x m x f x m, daddy kink, etc.

Pairing: Jake x Reader x Tonowari x Ronal

Synopsis: Jake and Tonowari are gone again and Ronal wished to teach you something new.

@neytirishottie

Read part 1 here❤

Last night was a beautiful experience and now Ronal wants even more. You would be a liar if you didn't agree. It was an experience to remember. Were you both mad you shared husbands? No, in fact Ronal even encouraged you and Tonowari to try a little something once again.

Ronal swam around you, the rippling water tickling your sides. "Come on Ma Y/n, let's try something different today. I want to feel it again!", she exclaimed. "My husband?", you joked. She shaked her hand frantically. "Ok what do you suggest?", you asked your friend. "You see that man.", she pointed. He was handsome, devilishly handsome. Your eyes widened as you realized her plan.

"Ronal No! We can't! Well at least I can't.", you whispered. "Why not, Ma Y/n, let's live a little before they come back from the hunt.", she said. You knew how Jake was when he was angry. That's why you ended up with so many children. Out of his wrath, he fucked you like a dog in heat. He saw no one but her words were so convincing. We were just living a little nothing more, nothing less.

"Ronal I can't believe we just did that!", you yelled at her. She just shrugged. "But let's try something else!", she suggests once again. Ronal was crazy about last night, she want to happen on more time. You looked beautiful around her husband's cock. And Jake. Ronal has never been fucked rough in her life. You were lucky to have such a skillful husband that could please you anyway you wished in bed.

You listened to her plan while she smiled like a mad person beside you. Your eyes widened. You slowly recall when Jake did to Ronal for being mean to your son, Lo'ak and it was not good.

You kneeled behind her watching as your husband grabbed her by the chin aggressively. "You're quite a slut for someone that insults my son!", Jake spat dirty remarks in her face as she kneeled before him. "I mean he's not a real Na'vi, I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, 'Toruk Makto'.", she said back. Jake got angrier and pushed his cock down her throat. Poor Ronal. She reminded you of your younger self who you could barely take Jake in your mouth. In which you do still struggle.

Although it was a distant past now, you still got aroused from the situation. You tried to replace yourself with Ronal but you couldn't take it. The pleasure in your cunt got greater. She wants you to rebel aganist you, aganist your husband's words. You couldnt imagine being fucked like a whore. You obeyed his every command but why not have a little fun? You agreed to her plan and you learnt to be rude and say no when he wanted something. Now that were you fucked up.

Jake and Tonowari barged into the marūi furiously. They overhear a warrior saying how Toruk Makto's wife and the Tsahik were literally begging for his attention. You were scared. Tonowari walked over to you. "Is it true?", he tried to control his temper but it was clear this man was about to burst. He rubbed your temple hoping to hear a positive answer only to feeling you push your arms away from you.

"I'm a woman, I don't know you two telling me what to do when you're gone!", you said with your voice trembling a little. Tonowari looked to Ronal and tilts his head. He smirks. Tonowari grabbed your braids forcing you to look at him. " A woman you call yourself? No, only whores flirt with a man other than your husband.", he said with venom in his tone.

Jake glared daggers at the two women, especially Ronal. You were shocked he was not really angry at you. "You teaching my wife how to be a bitch, hmm?", he asked sarcastically. Ronal rolled her eyes. That's the exact reaction he wanted. Jake thought about something for a second, before you pulled a knife out if her side. You crawled before Ronal in fright. How adorable!

He used the knife to lift her chin up and smiled like a psychopath. "Take 'em off or I'll cut em off!", he barked in your face. Ronal slowly took off her clothes as if she was teasing him and you quickly did as you were told. You were trembling in fear. Jake threw the knife to the side and smirked. "You know what to do.", he said. "What?", Ronal spat. You tapped her shoulders and she immediately understood. "And what if I don't?", she protested. Your eyes widen.

"Don't worry this isn't your only punishment.", he said. Tonowari looked at you and smiled. "My wife is a bad influence on your beautiful mate.", he spoke up. "You and I will deal with her accordingly.", his voice boomed through his marūi. "What about me?", you whispered. "You're still getting punished, like probably 60 percent.", Jake laughed out. "Ronal is getting lesser than me!", you yelled. "Sweetcheeks, Ronal is getting 100 percent punishment!", he said.

"Chop chop, we don't have all night!", Jake hurried you both. Her hands slid down to your ass. She began to rub them gently and she increased in speed. Her fingers ran down to your wet folds. You moaned as you grabbed the mat. Jake and Tonowari got hard but you both were enjoying this way too much. Ronal grazed her head over your clit and smirks looking at you. "You nasty girl! You're not supposed to be wet, it's a punishment!", she laughed out.

She was one to talk because her juices soaked the ground. You pushed her head down because she was talking too much and grinded your hips into her face. She attempted to get out but you used your thighs to hold her down. You were god-sent. Tonowari was getting impatient. His cock was about to release itself on the women in front of him. Ronal's hands snuck in between her own legs and started to touch herself. Her fingers were soaked. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as she pinched your puffy clit then taking it back in your mouth.

"Ronal please-- I beg you-- nnmgh-- I have to cum!", you said trying to hold back the moans from escaping your mouth. You looked to Jake. "Cam I cum for you daddy?", you asked. "Wari , did you hear that?", Jake asked in shock. "Such a good girl to ask for permission. Cum for us tìyawn.", he said calmly before you realized your juices all over Ronal's face. You both were exhausted not even noticing Jake and Tonowari coming closer to blindfold you both. Tonowari grabbed your hands gently and lifter them above your head with a rope and did the same for his wife.

You opened your eyes only to see darkness. "Its our turn to enjoy ourselves now!", you heard Tonowari's muffled voice. "Here's the rules of the game, one of us push our cocks in your mouth and you have to guess who it is. If you guessed right then we will slow down if not, our cock will overuse your slutty mouths!", Jake explained, pushing his thumb in your mouth enjoying his little time.

Let the game begin. You heard Ronal muffled a little bit. You were gagged on who ever was in her mouth. You were confused on who it was probably it was Jake or maybe it as Tonowari. While in thought, a cock was forced into your mouth. It was veiny and stretched out your mouth wider than ever. He continued to fuck your throat. You would to tap on his thigh but your hands were tied.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure under the blindfold. He fucked your throat which left it sore and hoarse. He grabbed the back of your head and you choked on his cock. He came down your throat and slowly pulled out. His tip was on your lips, you french kissed the tip. It doesn't matter who it was. It was good but it certainly wasn't Jake.

You heard Ronal choked. She probably didn't process the fact someone just came in her mouth. "Guess who?", Jake asked. "I...I think it was Tonowari.", you guessed, whispering in his ear. Jake furrowed his eyebrows. "I was hoping you would get it wrong so I could have a go at you, baby girl.", Jake spoke out. "Its your turn, you whore. Guess who?", Tonowari asked his wife. "Was it you Wari?", she asked. "You guessed wrong.", Jake said. Jake forced himself into her mouth again.

Tonowari cut your rope from your hands. Your wrists were red and swollen. Tonowari kissed your wrists as a way of saying sorry. Jake looked back. "Don't spoil him Wari, she still needs to be punished.", Jake spoke out. Ronal's whimpers and moans on his cock make him go even deeper inside her mouth.

You snuck your way in between Jake and Ronal's legs to get a taste. "Ronal are you serious getting wet from sucking my husband's cock?", you asked as your tongue went even deeper inside of her. Jake looks at the women who bickering under him while looking at Tonowari with curiosity in his eyes.

Jake grabbed you by your hair. Ronal whined on Jake's cock wondering where the pleasureful sensation from her clit disappeared to. Jake ripped out her blindfold, only to see Tonowari lining up his huge cock with your soaked pussy. You ached your back giving his access to your cunt. You wiggled your ass for me making Tonowari lick his lips. Tonowari pushed himself inside of you. He grabbed your wiggling tail making you release a loud moan.

Ronal wanted to reach for her pussy but she was till tied up. Jake pulled out of her sloppy mouth. He sat her into his cock. "Moan and I'll stop!", Jake shouted in her face. Ronal bit her lip. Jake sucked on her neck and bit on the purple marks he left behind. Jake was fueled by anger and lust. The sloppy noises from the women's cunts made him go feral. Jake used one hand to push Ronal's hips on his dick and the other to cut down the rope.

She moaned out loudly from the harsh thrusts that slammed down on her womb. Jake slapped her across the cheek causing her to release a whimper. Meanwhile, Tonowari pushed your head down on the ground grabbing your tail for your hips to slam on her huge cock. "Say Jake how would you feel if I impregnated your pretty wife?", Tonowari asked. "Was gonna ask the same question!", Jake responded. Ronal was a whimpering mess which multiple hickeys on her teal skin.

Her fingernails sank into Jake's skin. She was coming. You watched as squirted all over your husband's cock while looking at you in the eyes. Jake came inside of her and pulled out. He walked over to you. His tip was on your lips asking for access to enter your pretty mouth. You licked him off clean. Tonowari was in full rage mode inside your pussy and without warning, he came inside of you. You smiled seductively and reached for Jake's balls and sucked them. Jake came on your face.

You crawled towards your exhausting best friend. You opened your legs and french kissed her clit before falling in beside her breasts. Jake and Tonowari smiled at this sight. "Wanna stay here forever Ma Jake.", you mumbled. He rubbed your cheek. "We will be fine, baby. I promise."

[dreamyautumns]

Hi hello hi hi im starved of Azul g/t content,,,so how about a tiny yuu accidentally being shrunk so they go to Azul for help?? I don't have too many ideas, so I don't mind whatever you do lol

I GOT YOU ANON🫡

Also I apologize for how late this is! I’ve been a bit busy as of late😓

Requested by Anon! I’ll be writing about Giant!Azul and Tiny!Reader so here I go!

Octavinelle was quite dark at this hour. The Monstro Lounge was closed, the students were asleep, and the water behind the glass walls splashed gently. You poked your head out from behind a large potted plant and quietly made your way to the VIP office.

Great… good going, Grim. I’m shrunken down to 2 inches, and the only help I can get is from Azul right now!

You sneak over to Azul’s office and look up at the gigantic door. You then see the little crack beneath it and try to squeeze your way through.

Once you pop out on the other side, you look up at the towering furniture before you. Everything was huge; you were like a little insect compared to the rest of the office.

Your train of thought is interrupted when something catches your attention. The tapping of someone’s foot against the ground makes you jump a bit each time their foot hits it. You turn towards the desk near the back and see a very large figure sitting at it.

“Today’s sales were adequate… couldn’t hurt to make a bit more, though…”

Azul, you thought to yourself. He was the only one you could turn to for a fast and easy solution. Shady as his deals were, it was better than being trapped on the floor with all the dust bunnies.

You approach the desk and look up. Azul towers over you like… well, a giant. What other way was there to describe it? You gently tap his shoe to get his attention.

“Azul!!”

Azul freezes, then looks down. His eyes suddenly widen upon seeing your minuscule figure. You bashfully wave up at him.

“Y/N… is that you…?” Azul asks, bewildered. You nod your head.

“I-it is! Sorry if it’s… so awkward.”

Azul pulls out the desk and bends down, extending a gloved hand towards you. He gently pinches you around the waist and lifts you up. You cling to his index finger, fearful that he will drop you. He takes note of this and smirks slightly.

“My, you seem to have gotten yourself into quite the predicament. Might I inquire what happened?”

You shrug awkwardly. “It’s… a long story.”

~

After filling him in, Azul nods thoughtfully and sets you down. He then taps his fingers against the table, each tap sending a little jolt through you.

“You wish for me to help you… perhaps we can make a deal then.”

Here it comes; the deal. You gulped nervously and looked up.

“I’ll make you big again for a very small price to pay. I simply would like to ask-“

“No. Spying,” you clarified. Azul glares at you, and you instantly silence yourself.

“As I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted,” he clarifies, “I wished to ask if it was possible for you to spend some time with me soon.”

“Like a date?” you questioned rather bluntly. Azul turns away.

“No! Not a date! You… are very intriguing to me. So I wish to get to know you more. I think it would be fun to spend some time together.”

Spend time with him? Was that it? That was rather easy.

“You SURE there’s nothing else to it?” you ask.

“No… spend time with me tomorrow, and you’ll stay normal sized for good. Deal?”

You look down at the golden contract atop the table. “…deal.”

Azul extends his pinkie, and you shake it gently. You then dip your finger in ink and sign the scroll. The merman takes it in his hand and smiles. “Pleasure doing business with you, Y/N! Though I must say, you’re rather cute all the way down there.”

Azul rubs your head with his finger. You look up at him expectantly.

“When will I return to normal?”

“Tomorrow morning. I promise.”

[candyriku]

I unfortunately find myself unable to work on my current Soriku fic today due to my mental state, but I was able to make a bit of a teaser for the next big Soriku fanfiction that will be coming sometime after JTSYS is finished.

You can read it under the cut, but TW for blood, death, and uh, general misery. This has been cathartic for me to write but the whole idea of this fic is that things are impossibly doomed, so be warned - this is not the happy fun zone.

Blood. There was so much blood.

He had smelled it before even seeing it, the metallic scent thick in his nose before he had even rounded the corner. He had tried to convince himself that it was his own bleeding wound that he smelled, or maybe the blood of something else, someone else, but in his heart, he knew the truth. He picked up his pace, sprinting at top speed now, his sneakers splashing through shallow puddles on the wet pavement. 

When his eyes finally came to rest on the crumpled form at the end of the alley, the breath was knocked out of his chest as though someone had taken a baseball bat to his sternum. He knew, of course he knew, but he had hoped-

No. It didn’t matter what he hoped for. Hopes and wishes weren’t for people that walked his path. He had been denied the right to hope for anything ages ago. When he had signed that contract, signed away his soul, he forfeited all the cushy pleasures of a normal life. He had given up his chance of knowing peace.

But it had been worth it. If it was for Sora, anything was worth it.

Standing over Sora’s blood-soaked body, Riku tried to remind himself of that truth, the one thing that he had tethered his heart to all this time. It was worth it. Even if the chance of Sora making it out alive were next to none, there was still a chance. He could still fight.

One of these loops, Riku would get it right. He would figure out how to keep Sora safe, how to protect him from this accursed dimension where everything was designed to end his life. They would break out and live a normal life together, just the way they had always planned. 

There was a happy future waiting somewhere for the two of them. There had to be. Riku had gambled everything on it.

He crouched down, his shaking fingers gently brushing Sora’s tear-stained cheek. He could hardly stand to look at his face, but the sight of his broken, bleeding body was no better. The wounds were precise and lethal, and Riku was far too late.

No matter how many dozens of times he had watched Sora die, it never got easier. It never stopped feeling like his chest was a black hole caving in on itself, his heart squeezed until it was nothing more than dust. 

He couldn’t look. He couldn't look away.

Riku kneeled and placed both of Sora’s hands over his heart. He was about to speak and begin the incantation that would throw them both back to the starting point again, but Sora suddenly stirred, weakly reaching one hand up towards Riku’s face.

“Riku…” his voice was barely more than a whisper. 

“I’m here,” Riku said, the words catching in his throat. “Don’t speak. You can rest now. It’s okay.”

He hated to say it. He wanted to plead with Sora, wanted to beg him to stay. But if Riku had learned anything throughout the loops, it was that nothing came of begging. There was no one to answer his prayers; benevolent forces did not dwell here. At best, all it would accomplish would be making Sora sad in his final moments. At worst, future loops would be impacted by Riku’s words to Sora, twisting the knife further. He had seen it enough to know what to avoid now.

“I don’t want…” There was a weighted pause. “...Don’t want to leave you.” The pool of blood continued to grow. Riku knew - though he wished that he didn’t - that Sora wouldn’t be able to maintain consciousness for much longer at this rate. He could hardly believe Sora was awake even now. 

“We’ll meet again.” he assured Sora softly, trying to keep his voice steady. “Don’t worry. It'll be okay.” 

“You…” This pause was longer, much longer, and Riku was all but sure that Sora would not speak again. Finally, with a wet cough, Sora continued. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Riku lied. He leaned forward and kissed Sora’s forehead, his lips lingering there for several long moments as he took steadying breaths. 

“Mm… ‘kay.” Sora managed. “Love you… so much.” 

“I love you too.” Riku said, clenching his teeth so hard his jaw popped. He wanted to scream. After taking a moment to compose himself, he sat up and offered his best imitation of a smile to Sora. Better for him to see that than to see how broken Riku really was. 

The all-too-familiar faraway look settled on Sora’s face as the last of his breath left his body. Riku collapsed over him, the tears finally coming, the weight hitting him all at once with the force of a tidal wave. Even knowing that he would see Sora alive and well again in mere moments did nothing to comfort him. 

It didn't matter how many times Riku had seen it. It never got any easier to watch Sora die.

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

Confessions.

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18+

Warning contains major spoilers for the movie 68 Kill.

it's Been a week since you got Chip his new job as the handyman at the hotel that you work at. And you and Chip have been loving every second of it. You love being able to have sex with him anytime you possibly can.

You've been making more trips to the supply closet than you ever thought possible, looking for excuses when there was somebody around. But really, all you wanted to do was just be together.

Chip felt the same way about you. Being able to have a job and get paid to have sex with you anytime he wanted was like a dream come true.

The two of you are now moaning in that very same closet is chip is buried deep inside of you once more. You are never going to have enough of this man, and he's very thankful for that because truly, he doesn't think he'll ever have enough of you either. 

It was a Saturday afternoon when there was a checkout, an early checkout. And you had an idea. An incredibly sexy idea. Since the room was already paid for and wasn't supposed to be vacant yet, you found Chip and asked him if he would like to have sex with you in this room. Up until now, neither one of you really wanted to engage in sexual activity inside a hotel room. But that's only because Chip always wanted to make sure that it was special for you, wanted to make sure that you could be as loud as possible. And always wanted you to be comfortable to be yourself.

"Hey, Chippy." Called him sweetly as you walked over to him. "Someone checked out early. There's now a vacant room. You want to go have a little fun in it?" You asked him with a wink. 

He picked you up faster than you thought was humanly possible. You wrapped your legs around his waist and began to giggle. 

"Where's the room?" He asked as he panted. 

"Room 106" you told him before he kissed you again. He walked down the hall as quickly as he could before opening the door, racing you over to the bed after kicking the door shut behind him and sweetly lowering you to the bed.

"I need to be inside of you now" he told you before he began to take your pants off. This man truly could not get enough of you. I mean, he had just been inside of you no less than 30 minutes ago, but you couldn't feel any different about him if you tried. You wanted him back inside of you, and if possible. The two of you would never be separated.

Quickly your black pants and pink top went flying across the hotel room. Right before he took off his own blue jeans and black T-shirt. There you were, lying in front of him, wearing only your black bra and panties. Which quickly joined the pile of clothes over on the floor. Chip was hard and ready for you. He slid into you with the greatest of ease, causing a moan to come from both of you.

"Oh God, Chip you always feel so amazing. Wish that I never had to be separated from you". You moan as you held him firmly by the back of his neck as he kissed your neck. Thrusting in and out at a perfect speed, making you feel such intense pleasure.

"i wish...i wish the same" he told you with a moan.

The two of you orgasmed together.

After picking up your clothes and putting them back on chips as well. The two of you went back to work as if nothing ever happened. Of course, the two of you knew exactly what had happened in that hotel room, but. No one else needed to.

Later that night, Chip was curious as to what exactly you wanted to know about him a few nights ago. He didn't want to pry into your business Absolutely not. But he didn't mind being an open book with you. Even though he had killed. Several people by this point. He knew that you would not judge that. 

At least he was hoping that you wouldn't judge it. After another round of sex in your shared home now. He held you tightly in bed as his mind begin to wander, wondering, should he Be completely honest with you. Would you love him? Would you not love him? After all, he did kill people and stole $68,000. But it really wasn't his fault. It was Liza. Liza was behind the whole thing. And his grip on your now limp body tired from the many rounds of passionate sex you had today.

In that moment, he decided. He was going to be completely honest with you.

"y/n" he called Quietly.

"hmm?" you answered.

" A few nights ago you asked me. About my life and you know. What things I've done is this something that I do a lot with women and I wanted to be honest with you. This isn't something that I've really done with a lot of women. I've had a few girlfriends in my life, but when I love someone, I love them. And I have to say, honestly, I've never loved any woman as much as I love you. When I'm with you, I feel whole. I feel complete. I feel like I can be me. So with that being said, I would like to be completely honest with you, with anything that you want to know about me. In fact, there's something that I want. No, there's something that I need to tell you because you deserve to know. I don't think that I'm the man that you think I am. I've done some things in my life that I'm not proud of, but it wasn't my fault. It was because of a woman that I was involved with, but that doesn't really. Make any difference? It's not a good excuse. I could have told her no."

as chip Continued talking. He could feel your body starting to tension in his arms. It broke his heart, feeling the tension coming from you. But I only want to be completely honest with you because I love you, he continued, hoping, tears now forming in his eyes. Hoping so much that you will still continue to love him, but fully prepared to pick up his clothes, put them back on and. Walk away from you forever, if that's what he needed to do.

"Do you want me to be completely honest with you? And if you do, I swear I will be completely honest with you and tell you everything. And if you want me to leave, I will. But if you don't want to know, I understand and I won't tell you anything. After hearing all of this, if you want me to leave right now, I will."

"no i don't want you to Leave. I want to know about you. I'm sure that there's nothing that you could do that would ever possibly make me not love you. You are the sweetest man that I've ever met in my life, Chip Taylor. But I only want you to share with me if you're comfortable."

"OK. A few months ago. I was involved with a woman named Liza. We had a hard time paying the rent so she would have sex with our landlord so that he would reduce the payment a little bit. And the last time she was with him, she saw that he had money in his safe that he left open" 

"$68,000 to be exact. And she came up with the plan to steal it from him. She told me that no one would get hurt. She swore to me no one would get hurt, but she ended up killing two people. We ended up kidnapping the third person that was in the house and. She ended up being murdered in a hotel after..... After I...... After I had sex with her"

" she was one of the five women that I've ever had sex with in my life. But it was never like it is with you. With you. It's magical. It feels so passionate. It feels full of love. Liza she always liked hurting me during sex And I didn't really like that. But she felt good. So I continued to do it with her"

" Violet. It was different. She was kind to me, but not as kind as you. Am I.. Am I rambling? I'm sorry. I need to. I need to get to the point. I ended up being kidnapped by some people and I ended up having to kill them in order to get away. It was them or me. please understand I.. I'm not really a killer. I'm not a bad guy. I just didn't want to die, especially not like that"

" They beat me up so badly. The blood that was on my clothes. When we met, that was because I got beaten up by them. I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to kill them, but I had to. I also took the $68,000 and kept it for myself, since all of this happened because of that".

He could see your eyes getting wider as his story progressed. It was as if he could actually feel his heart shattering inside of his chest. He knew he was losing you. He knew that he would never feel your body again, never be able to hold you in his arms, never kiss your lips. Never tell you again how much he loves you, Begin loosening his grip around your body and started to lift himself off the bed. 

After he was out of the bed, you saw his naked body walking over to the pile of clothes. You wrapped the top sheet around your body as you removed yourself from the bed following him. You don't know why you bothered to wrap the sheet around yourself. It's not like he hasn't seen you naked 100 Times Now. You walked behind him and grabbed his arm lightly.

" Where are you going?" You asked him softly.

" I'm leaving. Isn't that what you want me to do? I mean, I I'm sure you don't wanna murder in your bed. You don't wanna murder or in your home you don't wanna Murderer. in your life."

" You're right, Chip. I don't want a murderer in my life. I want you in my life. I'm so sorry for everything that happened to you. I don't know who this Liza is or where she is now. But I'm glad that I'm your girlfriend now and not her. She didn't deserve you. How could anybody hurt you like that? Involve you in something so horrible?"

" Because I thought she loved me." Chip answered, tears now streaming down his face.

You took your thumbs and wiped away the tears before kissing his lips.

" Come on, let's go back to bed." You told him as you took his hand and started walking him back to the bed.

" You really want to be back in bed with me?" He asked you sniffling.

" Of course I do. I want you for the rest of my life."

"really?"

""Yes, Chip, really. Where is Liza now, if you don't mind me asking" You asked him as you began cuddling yourself back to him.

"She's um She's dead. I. I killed her, but I didn't have a choice. It was her. Me. I I really didn't wanna die. I'm so sorry" he told you as he began pulling himself out of bed again.

" She's dead? Well, I'm glad about that. She didn't deserve to live as she was going to hurt you like that."

" Are you sure you want me to stay?"

" Yes, I do. I trust you with my whole life. I want to spend my whole life with you"

"thank you, i love you so much and i want to spend my life with you" he told you before kissing you.

"Chip do you think that you have it in you to? Make Love to me one more time. If you don't want to, I understand it is rather late, we could just go to sleep if you want. But I just really want you to know how much I love you and how much I want to stay with you. I just want to feel you inside of me again."

Chip couldn't deny you that. And he was so happy that you still wanted him, even knowing everything that he had done, that you were on his side, you were still his. 

That you still wanted to share your life, your home, your body with him. He began kissing you with such passion. Before pushing inside of you and slowly moving. Interlacing your fingers together and kissing you with such sweetness. 

You knew that you did the right thing by picking Chip Taylor. That he was indeed, truly the man that you believed he was. Sweet, kind, loving, caring. Everything that you could ever possibly want in a man. It was like a 68,000 LB weight had been lifted off of Chip shoulders. He could now be completely honest with you.

Moans filled the room as he moved slowly within you. The kisses, the sweet words he was whispering in your ear. " I love you. You're so beautiful. Thank you for picking me."

After the two of you were done. We laid together in your shared bed, falling asleep in each other's arms, so happy to be together.

[spiteless-xo]

hi! i love your work on ao3 so much ahh 🩷🩷

what kind of music do you headcannon the characters of tbaw to listen to? i’ve been wondering since the reader/eren car scenes hehe

Ok, so it's taking me a million years to respond to this because I'm making PLAYLISTS and I have to listen to a lot of songs I've never heard before, but I don't wanna leave this unanswered for too long.

Here are some of the vibes that I get when I think of music that these boys would like. It might sound like it, but there are no spoilers here for anything in TBAW, these are just vibes ☠

Music Headcannons - Eren, Jean, Reiner

Jean Kirstein

he's pretentious about his music for sure. typically listens to soft, slow alt/indie songs (but like mainstream indie, if that makes sense lol). he might like some of the top hits rn but he'll never admit it. always has to have the aux because he thinks other people have trash taste in music

arctic monkey, the neighbourhood type vibes

songs about falling in love, bittersweet love, unrequited love, heartbreak

right person, wrong time type of love. if things were different they would be perfect but they're not and it hurts knowing things are going to end

pushing people away because it hurts too much to hold them close

meeting the perfect person while out one night but forgetting to get their name and never seeing them again

playing board games with friends on a weekday night

sitting next to the fire on a cool summer night by the lake and sharing your deepest fears and insecurities

cooking dinner together with a glass of wine and kissing on the countertop

making love on a lazy afternoon and whispering i love you into each other's skin

Eren Jaeger

really similar taste in music to jean but a lot more upbeat, produced, and sexual. he listens to big bootie mixes when he's working out and he has random generic playlists when he's hanging out w girls but when he's on his own or w friends he has a specific vibe

the weekend, tame impala type vibes:

songs about sex, passion, one-night stands, and firey type love

a summer fling that you know would never work out long-term but you think about for the rest of your life

bad boy/i can fix him type love. everyone warns you about him but you just can't stay away

sneaking out to go see him in the middle of the night and coming home just as the sun starts to rise

long drives late at night talking about everything and nothing with his hand on your thigh

showering together and then getting ready in the bathroom for a party or some big event, catching each other's eyes in the reflection of the mirror

going to the beach on a hot summer day, making out and wandering hands, needing to remind yourselves that there are people around before you get carried away

burning hot love that you know is going to shatter your heart but you're having too much fun to care

intense, passionate sex. just needing to feel each other in blind desperation, losing yourselves in the whirlwind of pleasure

Reiner Braun

definitely made a playlist when he was in highschool of all of his favourite songs and hasn't listened to anything else since but somehow still doesn't know who sings what song

red hot chili peppers, simple plan type vibes

songs from when you were kids that make you feel nostalgic for the past, songs that you don't know the name of but you can somehow sing every word, upbeat songs that somehow make you feel sad

reminiscing and romanticizing the past just because things in the present are overwhelming. wishing you could recapture the innocence and obliviousness of youth

hanging out with old friends and talking about people you once knew

long road trips with the windows down, music blasting, and singing along to every song

being woken up at the crack of dawn by someone with way too much energy for this time of day but somehow still feeling excited

being with friends outside and playing lawn games like bocce or cornhole

(crying with your head down late at night at the office, feeling like you're an imposter and you don't deserve the job you have.

still feeling like a kid even though you're legally an adult. never knowing what you're doing but feeling like you're expected to have your life together.)

[skzstoryvault]

Erase and Rewind (angst, fluff, smut - Hyunjin - Part 1)

F!Reader

ex!Chan

friend Hyunjin

multi chapter story

this chapter: angst

Chan broke up with reader

Reader is not taking it well

Featuring insecurities, internalised misogyny and self-hate

This is in no way meant as a commentary on the real persons depicted here. They all deserve the world.

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Seeing them late, in a club, making out in one of the leather loveseats, finally makes it real for you.

You’re his past now.

The one thing you dreaded the most has happened - you are someone’s ex and they moved on seamlessly from you. And you can’t even hold it against him because it just proves he’s a well-adjusted, more emotionally mature person than you.

You down the last of your drink and head home, before anyone can take advantage of your incapacitated and heartbroken state, rushing past Hyunjin who was just coming to talk to you, not even noticing him.

Outside, in the cold dark of the night, you start to rage, left alone with your emotions. What a fucking mess you are. And you have only yourself to blame for falling for the oldest gimmick there is. You were so happy the hot guy gave you the time of day, you talked yourself into it being an undying fairytale, you built castles in the sky and lived on pink clouds because it was perfect while it lasted. Until it didn’t, and you couldn’t stop the break-up from happening.

If it had been up to you, you would have loved him for the rest of your life.

You won’t be done mourning what you had and what could have been anytime soon.

The next emotion surfacing is shame. You trusted him so much, you let him inside you, you tried things with him that weren’t on your own to do list, you trusted him to be in charge of your pleasure and safety too. What a fucking goose you’ve been. Giving him everything and it still not being enough.

Stupid! Stupid little girl, for ever thinking it was worth being vulnerable with someone.

Even if that someone was Chan? He's not to blame here. He has a right to free himself from people who bring no value to his life.

Yeah, that's what hurts. You manage to bag Bang fucking Chan of all people and then you fuck it up. Well done. Cosmic fuck-up!

You never wanted to be the kind of woman incels on the internet feel entitled to deride, saying that she’s been on the dick carousel and is used up by 25. Not that their opinion matters, but once you were exposed to that terminology, you internalised it with a quickness, because, thanks to the way you were raised, negative feedback always gets accepted without question, whereas praise is met with suspicion.

He had an easy time moving on, he got some sex out of you and now he’s getting it elsewhere, with someone he values more than you. You wish you could be as detached as some of the men you know are. But it’s easy for them, and in your current state you find yourself thinking that having a dick is the winning, preferable option - you just get to stick it into things - socks, pies, melons, vaginas, butts, mouths, fences, glory holes - whatever, and it’s fun all the time, and it’s never feeling like you lowered your defences. Being a woman is being a void, always looking to be filled or quieted, depending on someone else to dig up your pleasure from deep within you, from parts that are of you, but not under your control.

You let yourself be used. Ideally, you wanted your sex life to be “first come, first served” and to never have to worry about finding another partner. But that might have worked itself out because no one will want you now. Only in porn do men willingly line up for the same woman while knowing one another and approving of what’s going on.

The late night walk back to your apartment, in a short dress and heels, is as miserable as you need it to be. Not once do you raise your eyes to the stars, not once do you breathe in the fragrant summer air. Only people in love and Zen monks can stop and smell the roses. You feel like you’ve lost everything. Your worth, your chance at love, your future, your chances to make your dreams come true. And knowing yourself, your ego will never get over being dumped for someone else. It might elect to ignore that fact for a while, but it’ll always be there, like a wound that won’t scar over.

(to be continued)

Part 2

[the-queen-and-the-king]

Substitution

Summary: Emily is in London and Mark wants to have some fun with her. She wasn't enjoying the moment much when she starts to imagine someone else with her.

Characters: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss (kind of)

Contents: smut, oral sex (f receiving), fantasy NSFW/MINORS DNI

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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                Mark had made it clear that he wanted to spend the evening having a good time with her. At first, Emily was reluctant. The day had been long and tiring, she was exhausted and her dearest wish was to slip under the sheets and fall asleep like a rock. Then she said to herself, "Why not?" It could add a positive note to this emotionally complicated day. So she had given in. She had answered his call, kissed him and let herself be led to the bed they had shared for several months. She undressed him and he did the same. He caressed her, and she imitated him. She kissed his chocolate skin, he suckled her bouncing breasts. He went hard, she waited for the rest. 

                For some reason she couldn't pinpoint – fatigue, perhaps – she wasn't any more excited than that by all the attention he was lavishing on her. She could feel his lips on her belly and his fingers grazing her inner thighs, things that worked in normal times, but nothing came. His phalanges then reached the edge of her intimacy and she flinched. Not because pleasure had suddenly surged through her, but because his nails were a tad too long. His keratin scratched her mucous membranes and it was unpleasant. She tried to modify her position slightly and he interpreted this as a request for a change of protocol. His mouth wrapped around her clit and she hoped for the little spark that would do them both a favor. In vain. Her heightened sense of touch there made her realize that his gums and teeth were rubbing against her vulva. Not a particularly exciting vision of this practice.

                In desperation, she pretended to moan, and Mark was clearly in awe. Soon he was inside her, and she closed her eyes. Her imagination thus began its work of restructuring reality. Emily tried at first to steer it towards a recent memory of lovemaking that she had enjoyed as much as her partner, but her brain came up with another suggestion. She soon saw a tall figure towering over her, his arms outstretched on either side of her head. She couldn't really see his face, but she knew who he was and she trusted him. The embers in her lower belly lit up immediately as he began to move back and forth between her legs. He was gentle, delicate and attentive to her reactions. That was good. The hearth inside her grew.

                He was now working harder, his breathing more ragged as the excitement grew in both him and her. His warm breath on her neck, her abdomen pressed steadily against his, his heat radiating from his athletic body; all this fueled her inner fire like never before, and the whimpers she emitted were now sincere. In fact, she was closing in faster and faster around this member that was prying into her intimacy. She encouraged him to go even further, to push even harder, to pick up the pace too. He complied with all her requests and the inferno spread through her veins. The orgasm knocked her over for a heartbeat or two, and then her back relapsed onto the mattress. A rattle of relief rippled in her ear as her lover died inside her. He trembled for a moment, and then rolled onto his side to avoid crushing her under his weight. She smiled, satisfied.

                She opened her eyes and observed her companion's profile. He was happy. He turned to her, gave her a blissful smile, brushed her cheek and came to kiss her. She let him do so before rolling onto her side to escape his gaze. He put his arm around her after folding the comforter over them and pressed himself against her, wishing her good night. She did the same, but didn't fall asleep right away. Perfectly awake in the darkness of this room, she blamed herself. Because the man she'd fantasized making love to, and who'd made her come, wasn't Mark.

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That was short but that's all I can do right now (I'm kind of busy rn).

I'll be in holiday for some weeks so I won't post anymore smut for some times. I don't have much in my pocket anymore to be honest because I've got no time for it as I'm currently working on my new Hotchniss AU (and I can't stop adding chapters again and again... ^^; ). So I won't post much in the next weeks but don't worry, I'm still around.

[whipplewhippler]

more headcanons..

someone on ao3 requested I write headcanons about how the hoenn/unova teams would react to Snivy and Sceptile being together.. so I wrote some..

uh, quick disclaimer, palpitoad and boldore were kind of hard to write for without getting tooo headcanon-y cause neither of them really get a chance to display their personalities.. subsequently, there was only so much I could put down.. and it’s a shame, really, cause in both their debut episodes in best wishes they did have some personality and then we didn’t really see a lot of them after that. (did u guys know palpitoad has only appeared in 15 episodes out of the entire anime???)

Pikachu wishes he was at the lab with his friends a little more frequently so he’d be less out of the loop— but admittedly, while he traveled alongside Snivy, he couldn’t help but notice how similar she was to his old pal Sceptile. Inwardly he’d hoped that they’d at least get to know each other while he and Ash traveled in Kalos— he suspected they’d really get along!— and when he returned, he was ecstatic to find that they had fallen in love. 

Pikachu also gives Sceptile a bit of romance advice from time to time on his returns from his travels with Ash, given that he’s had his own set of experiences with the ladies.

But Pikachu’s not the only one giving Sceptile advice…

Aside from Pikachu, Swellow’s known Sceptile the longest— so he’s among the first to congratulate him on finding himself a partner. He had always had his suspicions about Sceptile and Snivy, but he never really bothered to approach Sceptile about it because he figured romance was… a touchy subject, for the grass type. 

Regardless, Swellow’s really proud of Sceptile, for sure— and he’s also Sceptile’s go-to for romantic advice, as well. 

Swellow’s sudden affinity for romance has got absolutely nothing to do with his connection to Staraptor and Unfezant, by the way. Nothing at all!

Torkoal is just so moved by Sceptile’s tumultuous romantic journey that when he’s first made aware of the news that Sceptile’s found a partner who makes him happy, he can’t do much more than cry, he’s so pleased.

Every time Torkoal happens to see Snivy and Sceptile doing something together, he gets all sentimental and teary-eyed, and although it’s unintentional, it embarrasses poor Sceptile to no end when Torkoal stops them to reminisce about when Sceptile was just a Treecko… 

Corphish is actually a little envious of Sceptile for getting a girlfriend before him— okay, a lot envious. But, somehow, Sceptile’s actually served to inspire Corphish to better himself so that maybe he’ll have a shot with the ladies, too. Nonetheless, he’s supportive and does enjoy making jokes about the pair at Sceptile’s expense.

Glalie is a lot like Corphish in this regard— both of them take great pleasure in embarrassing Sceptile in front of Snivy. Sceptile is not a fan. Glalie and Corphish together are a bit like the nosy (but well-meaning.. ish) in-laws.

Krookodile and Snivy aren’t exactly friends (not that they don’t like each other, they just don’t speak too often) but they do possess a mutual respect for one another. Krookodile also has a lot of respect for Sceptile, recognizing his strength. Sceptile and Snivy, paired together? Well, that makes plenty of sense to him. Every so often he’ll stop to ask Snivy about him. 

Donphan’s not entirely certain what Sceptile and Snivy being together really means, but they’re super happy for Sceptile nonetheless. 

Scraggy, like Donphan, doesn’t really have a good grasp on what it means to be in a romantic relationship, but, for the most part, he’s just happy Snivy’s happy. She’s a little more fun to be around now that she’s got Sceptile, so he’s A-OK in Scraggy’s book since he makes her so happy.

Oshawott, like Corphish, is a little envious that Snivy’s in a relationship.. but he likes to take advantage of that fact more than anything else. Snivy being occupied with Sceptile means one less Pokémon preventing him from making mischief. He also enjoys telling Sceptile little stories about Snivy with the intention of embarrassing her— but Sceptile just thinks the anecdotes are cute. If Sceptile wasn’t so fond of hearing the tales, though, Snivy would be quick to send Oshawott into orbit with a Leaf Storm. 

Pignite’s aware Sceptile makes Snivy happy. He’s pleased she’s found someone, but every so often he and Sceptile’ll butt heads. He can’t help but be just a little bit wary of him. Pignite’s a little unnerved by this new, slightly-cheerier Snivy, so he’s naturally a little curious about Sceptile. What is it about him that makes Snivy swoon so much? Sceptile and Pignite aren’t enemies, per se.. but they’re not really friends, either. They’ll coexist when Snivy’s nearby, but they tend to avoid each other when she’s not. He’s not ready to admit it to himself, but.. Pignite doesn’t trust Sceptile. Not with his best friend’s heart.

Unfezant’s proud of Snivy for “wrangling herself a man”, considering she’s got two boy-toys of her own (looking at you, Staraptor and Swellow). She and Snivy’ll sometimes get together and have “girl talks” about their partners— though really they’re more boasting sessions than anything else. 

Leavanny’s a big fan of the new development! He makes lots of matching outfits for the couple and enjoys indulging in gossip surrounding the pair. 

Charizard, much like Krookodile, holds a lot of respect for both Pokémon. Sceptile and Snivy getting together wasn’t all that surprising to him— but he does like to make a show of patting Sceptile on the back and going “Well if it ain’t the lab’s resident stud!”

Boldore doesn’t really get it, but Sceptile seems cool enough. 

Palpitoad’s mostly just interested in battling Sceptile more than anything else. But he thinks Sceptile’s pretty cool. 

[thoselethalarts]

𝒮𝓉𝒶𝒽𝓁𝒾 ℋ𝑒𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓇 - 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎

(SSR) Birthday Suit Up (Part 3): “Happy Birthday!”

(Pomefiore Dorm: Birthday Venue)

“Do you have any goals for the future?”

Stahli: Yes! I’m actually working on it now while I’m here at Night Raven College! Stahli: My goal is to one day publish a cookbook of household recipes that have been lost to the ages. Stahli: When you buy cookbooks, you usually see the recipes that have been made popular because a company adopted them, but what happens to the family recipes that were never written down? Stahli: They die, simple as that. Like ghosts, they’re cursed to never experience the pleasure of being alive again. Stahli: I run a blog online that takes submissions of peoples’ favorite family recipes. I write down their stories, and then I do more research on where it originally came from before it was passed down. Stahli: I want to find what’s been lost, remember what’s been forgotten, and compile them together so the secrets of those families don’t die with them!

“How do you plan on doing that?”

Stahli: Simple! I go to the source! Stahli: It’s easy to just write down a submission word for word, but that doesn’t mean the recipe is authentic and original. Stahli: Sometimes what was thought to be a family recipe originally came from a company cookbook, or what was thought to be original hasn’t been that way for over 50 years. Stahli: Often times people change the old, traditional recipe and make their own from it, so much so that the person that originally made it would never recognize it as their own, and those aren’t the recipes I’m looking for. Stahli: I want the old, original recipes, with outdated ingredients and units of measurements. That’s the only way I’ll know what I’m getting is the real, authentic recipe. Stahli: So instead of just going off the word of the descendants… I perform a séance and ask the original chef!

“You… contact the dead?”

Stahli: That’s right! I’ve been doing it for years now. My mother taught me how!

“Isn’t that… dangerous?”

Stahli: Oh, it isn’t nearly as dangerous as you might think~ Stahli: Ghosts aren’t any more dangerous as any living person might be. Most of them are just lonely and want someone to talk to. Stahli: Sure, there are some ghosts that aren’t all that friendly, but those aren’t the ones I’m contacting. Most of them are grandmas and grandpas by the time they pass on. They’re very eager to know how their grandchildren are doing! Stahli: Granted, there have been a few times that I’ve tried summoning a spirit, and someone else will come through instead! Sometimes it’ll be a nasty one that tries to scare and possess me! Stahli: Unfortunately for them I don’t scare that easily. I’ve already seen the other side, and I know there’s nothing there that’s any worse than here, so they always fail and get grumpy with me~ Stahli: Well, even the more mischievous ghosts have stories to tell, so every encounter gives me something new and fun to write about anyway! Stahli: I can’t wait to get my book published~ I hope lots of people are able to appreciate the recipes I’ve collected just as much as the original families did once upon a time!

“I wish you the best of luck on your journey, and happy birthday again!”

/ End.

[demonsfate]

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

name: abaddon, but only azazel knows him by that name. most call him devil, but some will call him devil jin or, more affectionately, dj

eye color: bright red, gold post purification.

hair style/color: raven spiky hair, ends split since it's a lil messy, bangs hang down his face but are parted in the middle.

height: 6'0"

clothing style: gothic - like, usually prefers to wear black, even if it's just casual tees. he loves wearing suits & big jackets because he thinks they make him resemble a king. he loves leather, too. to adorn his look, sometimes he'll wear a necklace.

best physical feature: eyes & lips. but he does have an 8-pack ...

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

your fears: "is it weird to say i can't think of anything? i suppose the only fear i have as of current is failing jin and the people i care about."

your guilty pleasure: "why would i feel ... okay, i do sometimes smell humans, and get hungry ... i really like smelling them because of that, but i'll never eat somebody again, i swear."

your ambitions for the future: “before, i wanted to conquer the world, and eventually eradicate humanity. now? i think i just want to live with jin. i know i'll never make up for my actions, but i hope to make amends as much as i can."

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

your first thoughts waking up: “i wonder what jin will do today, and what i'll do when he gives me my time of the day. it feels like i can do so much yet so little at the same time...”

what you think about most: "i spend a lot of time thinking about the past. yes, it's something i've accepted, but it's still something that creeps up on me at times. a habit i need to get over.”

what you think about before bed: "excited to find out what i'll learn about humans and living tomorrow."

what you think your best quality is: "my strength. i think i'm capable of using it for good.”

WHAT’S BETTER?

single or group dates: “every date's a group date when you share your body with someone.”

to be loved or respected: “hm... loved.”

beauty or brains: “can i say strength?”

dogs or cats:  “i don't know... cats climb me, but dogs bark at me, both of which annoy me. can i say neither?”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

lie:  “aside from fighting, lying used to be what i was best at. i try to refrain from it now.”

believe in yourself: “absolutely.”

believe in love: “i do now.”

want someone: “yes.”

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

been on stage: “what kind of stage? i used to give many speeches as the zaibatsu leader.”

done drugs: “weed, i guess.”

changed who you were to fit in: “does pretending to be someone else for the benefit of a plan counts?”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES.

favorite color: “black and red!”

favorite animal: “i'm still not very interested in animals. Birds are somewhat fascinating, though.”

favorite movie: “jin and i watched riki-oh recently and it was funny."

favorite game: “super mario bros. 3 has been quite entertaining."

LAYER EIGHT: AGE.

day your next birthday will be: “august 5th.”

how old will you be: “23, i guess.”

age you lost your virginity: “hmm...” ( depends on verse, but usually 21/22)

does age matter: “sometimes. usually i prefer someone within my age range. obviously, i don't want them 80, and i don't want them to be children either, yuck.”

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON.

best personality: "i like confident people who are strong and can put up a good fight. high spirited people who are ready to take on the world are to be admired."

best eye color: “it doesn't matter much to me.”

best hair color: “this also doesn't matter much, but i prefer darker hair colors over lighter.”

best thing to do with a partner: "bowling! or volleyball! or eating together! or sparring! or gaming! there are a lot of fun things to do with a partner. i might even find more fun things to do soon!”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

i love: “relaxing in bed with a nice sandwich after a long, busy day.”

i feel: “grateful.”

i hide: “nothing, not anymore.”

i miss: “the zaibatsu's wealth.”

i wish: “things could've been different from the start.”

TAGGED BY: i did this a while ago lol. but i realized a lot of the information was outdated and has been changed since then. though, i also answered this as pre-purified devil, as this was an old thing before tek8 was released. it was still outdated tho. answered this as purified devil bc... even if dj was like That for a while, he is purified in current / main verse, so...

TAGGING: since it's been a while since i filled this, i'll try to tag new ppl i think haven't done it yet. @rockstarsoldier @ourladyoflight @littledancingphoenix @bravesung @bittcnneck

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Limelight: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: smut, f!fingering, handjob, canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury...fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils." - Euripides

Spencer presses kisses down your neck and to your chest. The water beats down on you rhythmically, only adding to the sensation that's enveloping your entire body. You arch your back into him, and with the hand that's not touching your pussy, he grips your hip tightly.

"Please don't stop," you beg.

His fingers thrust in and out of you at a rapid pace while his mouth finds your nipple. He sucks the small bud into his mouth and lightly nibbles on it.

"Anything you wish," he grins cockily.

One of your hands threads through his hair while the other slowly grasps his cock. You two are going to be late for work, but at the moment, you can't think about anything else but his long fingers inside you. Spencer presses his thumb to your clit and runs hard circles on it as he adds a third finger to your aching hole. In return, you run your thumb across his tip, gathering the precome that had managed to escape.

"You feel so good," Spencer groans.

"Is that so? What about when I do this?"

You jerk your wrist inward, gripping his cock as if you're afraid of letting go of it. He kisses his way back up to your lips and molds his against yours. You slither your tongue inside his mouth, tangling with his. If he keeps this up, you're going to come right now.

"I'm close," you whisper after you pull away from his lips.

"Then come for me," he grins.

Hearing him say those words causes the dam to break inside. You throw your head back in pleasure as your walls crumble around him. You jerk his cock harder until he comes all over your stomach. He kisses you as he slides his fingers out of you. You clench around nothing, pleading to have his cock inside you. You'd stay forever in this shower, but you know your team needs you and Spencer. He pulls away from you and licks your orgasm off his fingers.

"You always taste so good," he moans.

It's arousing to hear him talk like this since he doesn't do it very often. He is vocal in bed, but never the one for dirty talk. It's usually you who does it all, so hearing him say these things brings heat to your cheeks. You reach down and wipe some of his orgasm off your stomach. You do the same and taste it with a softer moan.

"As do you," you grin.

"I love you so much," he mutters and kisses you again.

"We should get out. We're already late, and you know the longer we stay here, Derek will only tease us more."

You two get out of the shower and quickly get ready for work. You're driving today since you don't have time to wait for the train, so you two get to work in record time. It's sad that you didn't even stop for coffee, so the break room coffee will have to do.

"Why are you two late? Doing the nasty?" Derek smirks.

"All night long," you smirk back.

"You're no fun when you do it back to me."

You and Spencer quickly head to your desks, and you lean in to kiss his cheek.

"It was worth it," you whisper to him.

Rossi and Hotch are off to the side at the base of the stairs that lead to the second story, so you head over to them. The closer you got, the more you realized that they were talking about a potential case. Rossi got a letter from an old friend who needs his help. She sent over journal pages of detailed accounts of someone planning a murder or has already done it and wrote it down.

"That's interesting," you comment, startling the two men. "Sorry."

"It's from an old storage unit. The case agent from the Philly field office sent it to me."

"Is it somebody you know?"

"She knows me."

"That's very detailed," you comment, seeing Spencer slink up to your side.

"It's in future tense. They're fantasies."

"That agent thinks it could be more than that. There's a few boxes in the field office. I'd like to drive up there, look at the rest of the material, and make a judgment from that," Rossi says.

"Take Reid and Y/N with you."

Rossi's face just plummets when he hears he has to have company on his road trip. You notice it, but Spencer doesn't.

"Road trip--nice! I've got books on tape with Peter Coyote reading the entire foundation trilogy."

"As much as I love hearing about this, I have some Diphenhydramine or some Benadryl I can slip into his water," you whisper to Rossi who smirks at your comment.

You did exactly what you said you were going to do, and you forced Spencer to sleep the entire way so that your car ride would be covered with comfortable silence. Rossi appreciates the fact that you like the silence as much as he does, plus, you have your headphones if you want to listen to your kind of music. It really helped pass the time when you're not watching the clock.

Before you know it, you're already at the Philadelphia field office. Spencer is a big groggy, but he doesn't question why he was asleep the entire ride up here. You three head inside, and you're shocked at how many people have their eyes on Rossi like he's some kind of celebrity. He's written books, but you didn't know they were that popular.

"How do you get used to the staring? I'd feel like I perpetually have something stuck in my teeth," Spencer mutters.

"You learn to ignore it."

Rossi leads you to Agent Jill Morris' office where she is pacing the floor with a bluetooth device to her ear. She is on the phone with someone, and she doesn't seem to be too happy.

"I'm not terribly interested in what you can't do, Roy. We have the best resources in the world, one of which is supposedly you. Just get me that match." She turns and spots Rossi, and she quickly hangs up on the person who she was talking to. "David Rossi in my office. Somebody pinch me."

"You must be agent Morris."

"Jill, please. Can I get you anything? Coffee?"

"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like for Dr. Reid, Y/N and I to get to this."

"Dr. Reid. Y/N. Thank you all for coming. You won't be disappointed."

"What other materials do you have?" Spencer asks.

"We found assorted artwork, torture porn, and bondage. What strikes me is the prose. It screams of high-order sexual predator. I think we're onto something big."

She leads the trio out of her office and over to the conference room where the evidence is.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I assume you ran the name of whoever rented the unit?"

"Yeah, the name was fake. Louis Ivey. There's no record of such a person."

"Did he pay in cash?" you ask.

"Yes, until he went into arrears. He went six months without a payment, and the owner is allowed to auction its contents."

"What I've read so far suggests an orderly personality. Not likely to miss payments."

"Well, he screwed up. They all do eventually, right?"

She stops outside of an empty office where there are eight more boxes of things that she found inside the storage unit. You didn't know it was this severe before you left Quantico.

"Maybe I will take that coffee," Rossi comments.

Jill leaves to grab three coffees while you get to work. There is a lot to unpack here, so it's going to take some time before you can reach a decision. Everything in these boxes are detailed accounts of what the unsub wants to do to women, and if he has done this to them, then this is his diary--his secrets.

There are photos of women tied up wearing barely anything or nothing at all, and you grow sad for the women who have suffered. There is a lot of history in these boxes, and you believe that this unsub is real and has committed these crimes. Rossi and Spencer are a bit on the fence about it, but you have a strong suspicion that you're dealing with a serial killer.

Rossi leaves to talk to Morris when he figures he got enough information about the unsub. She believes all of this actually happened, but he doesn't.

"This material is the product of a disturbed individual, but there's nothing there to convince me that the person has enacted on his fantasies," Spencer says.

"Is my opinion enough? Someone is doing this to women, and they need our help. What good are we if we just leave?"

"I guess it's up to Rossi now."

Five minutes go by and Rossi comes back inside the room.

"I've called the rest of the team down. It looks like we have a case on our hands."

It only took three hours for the rest of the team to get to Philadelphia, and by the time they do get here, Hotch is already briefed because Rossi called them.

"Is this everything from the unit?" Hotch asks after seeing the boxes.

"No. We pulled the salient materials and had Philly PD process the rest of the items on site," Jill says.

"What else was there?"

"Just some books, albums, and toys. Old stuff, like from his childhood. We were able to lift some prints, but AFIS was a bust. He's not in our system."

"We have to establish if this guy's taking his fantasies to the next level. We can use these materials to try to identify his signature and connect him to any open cases," Hotch says.

"On the surface, it reads like he wanted to try it all. I think isolating any one aspect might be tough."

"Well, then dig deeper. Try linguistics. Look for patterns in the handwriting. Rossi and I will take the images. Find the fetish, find the fiend. Morgan, Y/N and Prentiss, go back to the unit and see what else it can tell us about the man."

"I'll get you directions," Jill offers.

Once you have your orders, you and the other two agents head over to the storage unit to sift through the rest of his personal belongings to see if you can't picture what kind of person this unsub is. The storage unit is still pretty full of items, but you're able to maneuver through them to claim your spot.

"Hey, you two want to make this interesting? Best insights, loser buys lunch," Emily says when she opens her box.

"Bet," you grin.

"Ooh, bring it on, girl," Derek grins.

"Okay. It looks like we have a happy kid. Well-rounded with varied interests." She reaches inside her box and produces a drawing that looks like a kid made it. "This looks to have been drawn at about the schematic stage."

"So, that would make him about six years of age at the time, right?"

"Yes. It's dated 1976. So, that would make him about thirty-eight now."

"Kid's blond, assuming it's autobiographical, and he's caucasian. You hit that one on the head. My turn." Derek reached into his box and shuffled through the items in there. "I got some textbooks in here. Engineering. Mathematics. Cad manual. Trade school. Okay, so he's in a fix-it field like construction or home improvement."

"That's good, but I think I got you," Emily grins.

"It's my turn," you smirk.

"I found some other drawings, and look how they've changed over the years. A bright sun, a loving family, and an idyllic home. Look at the later drawings, the mother is gone. Maybe she dies or maybe she leaves her family. The father struggles to make ends meet. The boy begins to withdraw and retreats within himself. This is his turning point. So, what informed his fantasies, and when did it begin? My theory is that if his mother did leave or die, he started to cross dress to fill the hole where she once was."

Derek looks through some other boxes and pulls out dresses that could have been used to cross dress.

"I think I win," you grin.

"That's cheating!" Derek and Emily "boo" you.

"What? It's not cheating. It's called using my resources. It's not my fault you two aren't good at profiling," you joke with them. "Looks like you two are buying lunch."

Aside from the fun you three are having, there isn't much else that you can profile. After putting away the things you took out, you three headed back to the police station to talk about the known victims with the rest of the team. Based on what the journals say, you know there are a lot more victims than the ones that were found.

"This is Dana Foster. She's a thirty-four-year-old real estate agent from the suburb of Blue Bell. She was murdered five years ago when she went to meet a prospective buyer at a house in Bucks County. Her nude body was found in a cellar, and she was strangled and raped," JJ informs.

"Here's the torture behavior that Reid identified from the journals. The contact wounds are burn marks, most likely the result of electrical current."

"Any leads on the buyer she went to meet?"

"It was a fake name."

"Louis Ivey. Could this guy be any more perfect?" Jill asks.

"Were her clothes found at the scene?" you ask after staring at Jill.

She is getting too excited for your likes. It's like she wants something found so she can prove to everyone that she was right, that someone is out here doing this to women.

"No, how did you know?"

"He takes them and alters them to fit his frame. He's a cross dresser. That's what Derek, Emily, and I found at the storage unit."

"So, is he bisexual?" Jill asks.

"Actually, most cross-dressers are heterosexual. It's fairly common in sexual predators," Spencer corrects.

"What about her hair? Was any of it missing?" Rossi wonders.

"Nothing like that was reported."

"JJ, contact Garcia and widen the victim search. Rossi, Y/N and I will go visit the crime scene."

If the big boss wants you out with him, then who are you to deny him? You look at Jill once more before leaving with the two older men.

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