#yes I called David my babygirl

[extraterrestrial-librarian]

I’ve started listening to I Am In Eskew again and I’m on episode 25 and David, babygirl, stop being so fucking pessimistic. “Oh Riyo once you get into Eskew it won’t let you leave” NOT WITH THAT ATTITUDE anyway I love both him and Riyo please expect more posts about this podcast

[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

Nicknames with the Lost Boys

Affectionate and Goofy nicknames for and from the boys

Author: SadGhostofGarbage Warnings: this is a crackfic! It’s only semi serious. There is some NSFW headcannons so MDNI!

David:

David’s nicknames for reader: Kitten, Kitty, Kit Cat, Doll face, Beloved, and My Queen (Yes even as a male reader, David believes himself the King so naturally his partner is his other half despite gender. He regards his partner as the chess Queen to his King; here is a lil blurb of how I see the conversation going, the first time it happens.

Male reader x David: “Um David, why did you call me your Queen? I am a whole grown ass man?” “Beloved, you are the most important piece on my chess board, since I'm clearly the King, you are my other half.” The bastard has the audacity to say condescendingly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You do realize that means I should be protecting you right?” That wipes the smirk right off his face, and he narrows his eyes at you. “Absolutely not happening”. He says with teeth grit in a firm line. “You are not putting yourself in any danger ever.” “Then by chess standards that makes you the Queen”. It was your turn for the shit eating grin, the expression on his face was priceless. It is definitely one of your favorite ways to tease him from that moment on. If however it causes you discomfort he will refrain from using it. But that doesn’t mean you can’t still tease him with it. You will be punished accordingly after every instance you jokingly call him “my Queen”, but teasing him is half the fun. Side note, Paul tries to help by suggesting you combine the two, “One of you can be, Quee-ing, and the other can be Ki-een. BOOM! Problem solved, you’re welcome!” Spoiler… It does not solve the problem.

Things that David secretly loves being called, its a “secret” because he “doesn’t do nicknames”: Handsome, Cowboy, My King, My one, My love, basically anything that has a possessive edge implying that David is readers everything (Daddy loves to be needed)

Things reader (and the boys) call him that he “hates”: Daviey (Paul’s go to mostly), Marko calls him Daddy as if he were confessing to a Catholic priest during confession; “Daddy I’ve been naughty” instead of “forgive me father for I have sinned”. Chaos ensues and you will catch David chasing Marko around the cave on multiple occasions for this very reason. David won’t admit out loud that he’s okay with his partner calling him Daddy but he does prefer Sir, but if it revs your engines then he will graciously allow you to call him Daddy. Moral of the story… David is a butthead.

Names David actually hates being called: Baby, And any nickname that is overly obnoxious like : Stud muffin, or Pookie.

Dwayne:

Dwayne’s nicknames for reader; Darling, Sweetheart, Baby/Babygirl/Babyboy (if it is Babyboy, just know Paul is jealous), Mama or Nobi for a non gendered version (of a parental name that both he and Laddie call a parental figure reader), Prince/Princess/Princex

Dwayne’s nicknames from the reader and the boys, they are all fair game for D-man: Papa, Big man, D, Snuggle bear, Big Cat, Baby Daddy

Nicknames that are affectionate when it comes from reader, and jokingly when coming from the boys: Gigantus, Tall Dark and Dracula, Skater boy, Dork

Paul:

Paul’s nicknames for Reader: Sugar, babe, bug, Beautiful/Handsome/Gorgeous, Hot Stuff, My cute lil capri sun! If you're still human. Bit will continue to call you that after you become a vamp as well, he just likes biting. (fun fact I looked up when capri-sun came out, the answer? 1969! its cannon!)

Paul’s nicknames from reader and the boys: Paulie, Puppy, Pretty boy, jellybelly~ Paul got high af and cried because his blood wasn’t jelly bean flavored after he ate 12 bags of them. “I wanna be a jellybean damn it” 😭 NSFW: I saw a post going around about sucking Paul’s dick and my brain went… ah a Paulie pop… and now it lives rent free in my head so have that too

Marko:

Marko’s nicknames for reader: Angel, Dove, Love, precious one, Sunshine, Tesoro / my treasure (if you headcannon him as an Italian, as many do 😉) the Juliet to his Romeo if you're a fem reader (until you point out that Juliet was like 13 and Romeo was 16. And comparing your love to that of children was not as romantic as he assumed it was. Those names quickly get abandoned)

Nicknames for Marko: Cassanova, Italian Stallion, Stud, Angel (the first time reader calls him angel you both argue over who gets to call the other angel, and it ends with an intervention from David. “You are both little devils, you brats!” you both continue to call each other angel, and David continues to call you both little devils.)

Nicknames that will get get you (or the boys) in trouble and not the good kind: Cherub, bird boy.

side note, I'd love to hear what nicknames you guys think the boys like being called and call their partners

Taglist: @ria-coolgirl, @britany1997, @henhouse-horrors. If you want added to my Lost Boys taglist lemme know!

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt XI good omens season 1 finale I'M SORRY THIS IS LATE, I WAS READING FANFIC.

How is this a title I'm now forced to write. Yes, I know it's been a week since I finished episode 6 with you maggots. And today is the day we start season 2. However, I, the Official Good Omens Mascot, procrastinated writing part XI, because I was reading too much good omens fanfiction. Yesterday I do believe I was reading till 3 in the morning. Thanks guys.

Season 1 finale, or whatever I can figure out with my records of the watch along chat, at least. WAHOO.

[EDIT: I'm back at the intro after finishing this post, and I realised this is a very long summary, because most of it is me yelling at you guys. As I typed it I started reliving my rage of last week. Read on if you dare, yes the post is long, and yes the second half is in all caps. THIS TOOK EMOTION. YOU GUYS BETTER REBLOG IT INSTEAD OF LIKING IT SILENTLY WHILE LAUGHING AT MY PAIN. I WANT MY RAGE EVERYWHERE ON TUMBLR.]

Someone puts a message about how Crowley can no longer sense Aziraphale's presence, and again for some reason covers it with black. My reaction is of course horrified, and then everyone tells me to STOP CLICKING THE SPOILERS, ASMI.

So that's what that was. I realise this out loud, and everyone is ready to cry with exasperation. I explain to them very reasonably that while I don't read every message on the watch-along chat, every time there is a black message I assume it's important and I click on all of them to reveal the text.

Realising the spoiler function has backfired, as most things do with me, the chat sighs and everyone goes for a break. Then someone puts another blacked out message about the bookshop, and I react to that, leading to another blacked out message which simply says STOP CLICKING THE BLACK.

Oops, I already forgot. THE SPOILERS ARE JUST TOO CLICKY. CLICK CLICK CLICK. I HAVE TO CLICK ALL OF THEM.

Someone says I forgive you, Asmi. I reply with Don't bother, which leads to tears and threats to stab me. The chat maggots give up and we start episode 6.

There is a random flashforward. I don't understand what is happening, but then again, I never do.

Back at the airfield. Crowley walks in, recognises their hubby instantly, and takes charge sexily. Then the Bentley bursts into flames.

Crowley is heartbroken. No one comforts them. When I point this out (read, YELL IT AT THE CHAT IN DEVASTATION) someone tells me that this is how it always is.

APPARENTLY DAVID WAS TOLD TO THINK ABOUT THE TARDIS EXPLODING IN THAT MOMENT. I HATE THAT I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.

Crowley needs all the therapy. Someone says kinder fanfic authors give it to him. LIES, I point out, FIRST THEY GIVE HIM EVEN MORE REASON FOR THERAPY. THEN GIVE HIM THERAPY.

Everyone is yelling about a fanfic called demonology while Adam the Antichrist feels so weird at Aziraphale being inside someone that's not Crowley that he separates them in the First Bigeneration style. Doctor Who is inspired.

Aziraphale like the babygirl he is, tries to girlboss his way through the situation by making Crowley murder the kid.

Pepper FUCKING STABS WAR IN THE NAME OF FEMINISM WITH THE SWORD OF EDEN AND THEN OTHER TWO KIDS END THE OTHER HORSEPERSONS IN THE NAME OF HOMECOOKED MEALS AND ECOFRIENDLINESS AND WHAT THE FUCK THESE KIDS ARE TWELVE WHAT PERCY JACKSON LEVEL OF BADASSERY-

Crowley and Aziraphale give a half-assed attempt at a father-son (gn) talk with the Antichrist as the world is ending. It is a terrible contribution to saving the world. The Antichrist thankfully has inherent common sense, because he wasn't raised by them.

Aziraphale tries to overshare his and Crowley's meetcute and has to be shushed by an embarrassed Crowley who is trying to keep them alive.

Satan is supposed to arrive. I mistakenly assume Gabriel is actually Satan. Which pleases a lot of people.

Gabriel and Beezlebub talk and blame Crowley and Aziraphale (who contributed exactly JACK SHIT to averting the apocalypse).

I kind of ship Gabriel and Beezlebub after seeing them interact for 30 seconds, which for some fucking reason leads to a lot of reactions and yelling. I want them to be together. Which leads to more yelling. PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY CANON?

Satan arrives. Antichrist disowns him. Through the power of Manifestation, Law of Attraction and Positive Thinking, Adam is now no longer the Antichrist, Satan leaves, none of this happened and the BENTLEY AND BOOKSHOP ARE SAVED.

NO ONE IS FUCKING HUGGING CROWLEY. I'M GOING TO STAB A BITCH.

There is the bus stop scene Crowley asks Aziraphale to move in with him and they hold hands I DON'T FUCKING KNOW BY NOW THE CHAT HAS DESCENDED INTO CHAOS I'VE LOST MY BRAINCELLS.

ICE CREAM DATE AND SUDDEN INVASION AND I'M WATCHING THE ACTING AND I'M LIKE HANG ON A SECOND SOMETHING IS OFF AND I ASK SUDDENLY IF THEY SWITCHED.

THAT'S RIGHT, I ASK IF THEY SWITCHED. I KNEW THERE WAS A SWITCH AND I THOUGHT IT WAS MIDWAY THROUGH SEASON 2. BUT THE SIGNS ARE TOO MANY HERE. EVERYONE IS NOW YELLING AND PEOPLE KEEP IGNORING ME.

ALL THE ACTING IS FLIPPED I'M NOT BLIND YOU FUCKERS. AZIRAPHALE'S FACE IS DOING CROWLEY'S COULDNT-CARE-LESS EXPRESSION AND HE'S QUESTIONING HEAVEN AND CROWLEY'S TALKING HAS LESS CONSONANTS THAN USUAL AND NO CROWLEY SASS MORE AZIRAPHALE SASS IT'S THE SAME BACKGROUND AS THE NOSE-SCRUNCH SCENE AND SURELY THAT WAS AZIRAPHALE RIGHT.

EVERYONE KEEPS TELLING ME TO WAIT AND SEE. I KEEP YELLING THAT THEY MUST HAVE SWITCHED.

SOMEONE SAYS I'M EITHER A MADMAN OR A GENIUS. I TELL THEM I'M BOTH BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT DID THEY FUCKING SWITCH.

I'M NOW QUESTIONING MYSELF BECAUSE EVERYONE ISN'T LYING BUT THEY'RE MAKING ME QUESTION MY REALITY SO THE CLASSIC GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSSING.

I'M YELLING ABOUT HOW ONLY AZIRAPHALE WOULD BE POLITE ABOUT JACKETS AND SURVIVE HOLY WATER. EVERYONE IS LAUGHING AT ME. I'M NOW 60% SURE I'M WRONG.

PEOPLE KEEP YELLING WAIT AND SEE AND TALKING ABOUT SADIE AND DOTTIE I HATE IT HERE.

CROWLEY IS IN HEAVEN THAT WAS HIS DISMISSIVE LOOK I'M NOW 90% SURE I'M RIGHT. I'M YELLING ABOUT IT.

ADAM LEAVES THE GARDEN IN A METAPHOR AND THEN AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY SWITCHED BACK. THEY SWITCHED BACK. I WAS FUCKING RIGHT. I AM LIVID. I AM YELLING.

IT'S VERY EMOTIONAL AND NIGHTINGALES AND THEY TOAST THE WORLD AND I'M VERY EMOTIONAL BUT I'M COPING BY THREATENING MURDER BECAUSE I WAS FUCKING RIGHT.

THE END.

SEE YOU GUYS TODAY AT SEASON 2 I GUESS GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

[t0ast-ghost]

Star Trek III: The Search For Spock thoughts!

Wow Wrath of Khan left us on a total cliffhanger so I’m glad I can just watch the next movie instead of waiting (checks google) …2 years. Goddamn. Anyway!

Warning for strong language and spoilers

Let’s get schmoving:

- They’re throwing us RIGHT BACK IN with the saddest scene ever

- SAREKS GONNA BE IN THIS ONE?! Hi bitch

- KLINGONS RAHHHH

- GET YOUR FUCKING DOG BITCH (edit: I love the Klingon monster dog <3)

- is that Janice Rand?

- Who’s in Spock’s room??

- CHEKOV ACTUALLY GETS TO SPEAK RUSSIAN

- “Jim, help me.” WHAT WHAT WHAT

- Jim lost one husband and the other is possessed by spirits and having visions

- McCoy can do a pretty good Spock impression

- McCoy is now two husbands in one. Two for the price of one kinda deal

- Stabbing me would elicit less emotion.

- LET SCOTTY REST OR LET HIM STAY ON THE ENTERPRISE

- Kirk has lost both his husbands and is now losing his ship. When will the pain and suffering cease?

- they slay

- Saavik commenting on how David is human like Kirk. Saavik saying fascinating like Spock. David and Saavik working together like the awesome siblings they are. I’m getting everything from this movie

- Did they have to make Sulu slay that hard? Yes.

- THEY PUMPED MCCOY FULL OF TRANQUILIZERS ?!? NO!!

- HII BITCH! It’s ambassador Sarek!

- “Sarek, your son meant more to me than you could know. I would give my life if it could save his.” That’s- nevermind. They’re husbands. Yada yada you get it

- okay. So Sarek was helpful. That’s a… rare occurrence

- “Then it’s my responsibility.” “Yours?” Yes! Of course it’s Kirk’s! They’re his husbands!

- “You’ll destroy yourself. Do you understand me, Jim?” The only people Jim would understand in these circumstances are mayybe Spock and McCoy but they’re not here. So he’s gonna do something stupid.

- Sulu’s outfit is going so hard

- McCoy’s at the club? He should be at the club!

- I LOBE HIS SPOCK COMING OUT OMG “to order poison at a bar is not logical.” God he’s got tho (edit: got what?)

- McCoy mixed with Spock is so funny cause it’s all of McCoy’s anger tampered down with a couple of added in logic’s

- HE TRIED TO NERVE PINCH HIM AND FAILED WHAT A LOSER LOL

- babygirl sleeping position

- “Revenge for all the arguments I won.” I like how McCoy knows Spock would be that petty

- Kirk not afraid to punch a bitch

- Sulu flips a guy IN HEELS and then proceeds to destroy a console… icon shit. He’s my hero “don’t call me tiny.”

- “Up your shaft.” Scotty ain’t taking shit

- This kid is about to get ratioed by Uhura so hard. I love her. SHE PULLED A GUN ON HIS ASS

- They’re so hot in this movie holy crap

- “Are you just gonna walk through them?!” “Calm yourself, Doctor.”

- McCoy’s standing there on the bridge after they escape the loading dock like ‘..did they just hijack and deactivate an entire starship for me?’

- Saavik’s hair is so cool

- IS THAT A CHILD

- ‘Marcus believes that Genesis has regrown Mr. Spock’ the captain is so shook like ‘uhhhhhh.. that’s amazing?…!’

- Tiny Spock is so cute omg

- welp.. Klingons

- BONES WITH SPOCKS VOICE IS SO FREAKY WTF

- A dick monster just attacked the Klingons

- Saavik must be relieved to hear her dad’s husband Kirk’s come to rescue them

- OHHH GOD. They’re gonna kill David. Oh no. Davids gonna die. He’s dead oh god. Kirk’s defeated little “David?” Oh my… god

- THEY KEPT THE “zero zero zero destruct zero” CODE??? That’s so funny

- Super cool moment. Love them

- He was having his period (edit: who? Probably Kirk? Not sure) (edit edit: it’s about young Spock grabbing his stomach in pain from pon farr but to be fair Kirk is the usual suspect for grabbing his stomach when in pain)

- So… they’re in hell. The planet is becoming a fire pit

- “Sorry about your crew, but as we say on earth c’est la vie.” God. this bitch.

- Kirk not afraid to kick a bitch… into lava

- “Help us or die.” “I do not deserve to live.” “Fine, I’ll kill you later.” Kirk is sooo done. He’s done.

- “Wait. You said you would kill me.” “I lied.”

- McCoy asking Spock for help D:

- I’m not ready for this moment- and neither is my computer cause it’s low power

- “I’m gonna tell you something that I never thought I’d hear myself say. But it seems I’ve missed you, and I don’t know if I could stand to lose you again.” mccoy- what what. What. What what. What

- I like the little hug between Kirk and Uhura

- Scotty looking between Saavik and the ceremony like ‘what the f- heck is going on?’

- So, Bones is alive. yippee!

- Saavik looking down and away from Spock when he gives her no emotion is so telling. She feels bad.

- “Why would you do this?” “Because the needs of the one outweigh the needs of the many.” JUST SAY YOU LOVE HIM smh

- They’re just staring at each other for a solid couple of seconds which I- personally - think should have been utilized by Spock going to kiss Kirk

- Leonard is so happy to have Spock back

- Group hug ! :3

That was pretty good. I enjoyed a lot of the McCoy scenes and the David and Saavik stuff. I like in the end credits they finally include Leonard Nimoy’s name because in the opening it would have been spoilers to have all the ‘as Spock’ actors names. Welp onto the next.

Masterpost

[yiiiikesmish]

welcome back slow horses fandom. it's the season finale 😭😭😭 i don't even know what i'm going to do with my life after these 52 minutes (it's so short!!?? why will smith why??)

anyways for the last time this season spoilers below for s4 ep6. have fun reading my thoughts. hopefully there will be a lot of thirsting about river bc i love him.

SHOOT TO KILL ON RIVER??? EXCUSE ME??? tell him diana river is a baby he wouldn't kill anyone without good reason (or by accident but whatever)

thank god patrice didn't think to check for phone. and that river hasn't lost said phone.

damn that's a fancy ass restaurant. i'm scared.

HELLO DAD HELP I SCREAMED I WAS NOT PREPARED. I KNEW IT BUT AGALLAJDHLAGHSLEINZJWK

once again if you skip the title credits i don't trust you. it's a masterpiece.

on the credits bit i hope next season they put written by emmy winner will smith. they need to highlight that. my man won an emmy for his brilliant writing. they should be shouting it from the rooftops

this bitch didn't send my baby birthday cards after his 9th birthday but she had the audacity to tell louisa to remind my son i exist. bitch.

i want you locked up i'm so proud.

he might believe he's unappreciated but let's all remember lamb would absolutely secretly freak out if river disappeared for reals

i feel like i'm at a ted talk. that's my sassy baby right there i love him so much. he's so pretty i can't

ok i have agree with frank. maybe it's my hate grandpa david but he def keeps river around like a pet

this conversation is grand. look at river standing up for himself and being sassy and smart. i'm so proud.

i love toddy and his mistletoe chair.

istg marcus if you're about to go gambling i will murder you. walk into that bookie and see what happens i dare you.

go louisa. girlboss

that baldspot on the back of lambs head actually stresses me tf out. babe your hair is so greasy and ik greasy is you thing but you'll be bald at this rate

moira WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT YOU STUPID STUPID WOMAN.

two train tickets to europe? start over? build a relationship? what are we in a romcom? hello???

fuck you, and stay away from my grandfather. i'm so proud of you my lovely baby boy

gotta give it to frank that murder plan is hot. slicing the femoral artery is hot. fave way for hypothetical murder.

babe you're not subtle WHY WOULD YOU WARN HIM THE DOGS ARE THERE

no SHUT UP MOIRA YOURE NOT HELPFUL

oh thank god roddy didn't get shot

well outside the restaurant is a disaster

oh did he get shot. and he's gonna be a baby about it lmao

please i can't stop laughing he's so dumb STOP STRUGGLING YOU STUPID FUCK YOU WONT BE ABLE TO GET THAT GRENADE OUT IF YOURE ACTING LIKE THIS. thank god for louisa

oh my fucking god moira stop fucking moving you're not helping

i love louisa and river's friendship. it's actually so important to me.

GO COE SLAY EMO BOY

is it bad i kind of hope patrice like... wins? he needs a win i hope he gets something

ow??? that was uncalled for frankly elevator stairs HURTS those poor civilians

RUN BABYGIRL RUN DEFEAT YOUR FATHER

NOOOOOO THEY KILLED PATRICE that's so sad omg HE DESERVED A HAPPY ENDING

oh wait he didn't die. yay!!!

genuinely why are two slow horses faster runners than a team of dogs. don't dogs like.. run for a living??? oh it was artistic decision got it

SLAY SHIRLEY SHOOT THE MEAN MAN

omg SHUT UP MOIRA

YES LAMB YES SHIRLEY SLAY what a bunch of icons (not u moira i don't like you)

OH SHIT HE KILLED MARCUS. oh no poor shirley

smart boy river i'm so proud. i dont know how to say this without it being incredibly weird but like i feel like a proud mother hen but also would fuck him so fucking fast

immediate ick don't call my baby son

don't fucking son me gagged i'm so attracted to you river cartwright

wait patrice is alive??? (i'm sad bc marcus is dead but like yay!! patrice is alive!! he's a baby!! look at him he wants to die that's a sign of sadness inside!!)

marcus and shirley were platonic soulmates you can't change my mind.

GO COE GO (actually love him for that. shirley would've spiraled if she shot him even if it was for marcus. coe knows what's up) (but also sad bc patrice lowkey slayed and kinda sad he's dead)

my son river GET MY MANS NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH LITERALLY SHUT UP YOU FUCK

kinda obsessed with franks accent ngl it's fun

wait what failsafe. i'm now very scared

OH FUCK THATS THE FAILSAFE?? HEAD OF SERVICE??? damn that's some failsafe.

lamb cares a shit tonne about his horses you can fucking fight me over that.

ok moira i don't like you but you slayed that convo starter with whelan. whelan i'm so disappointed in you i really thought i'd like you and boom your actually a dick with zero thoughts (i really thought you were secretly smart dammit)

oooh i like that jacket rivers wearing.

damn they finally forced david into assisted living. that sucks :/ but like also maybe river will be able to stop being so worried all the time. oh my poor baby river this is so hard on him too.

river loves his grandad so much i feel so bad for him.

i love river and lambs relationship. they hate each other but also respect each other and would definitely protect one another even if they complain the entire time and i love that for them.

NO THE SEASON IS OVER. WHAT HAPPENS TO FRANK THOUGH. WILL THEY LET THE LETTERS BE PUBLISHED OR COMPLY WITH FRANK. I NEED ANSWER oh next season preview slay

preview thoughts:

RODDY HAS A MANBUN?

WAS THAT RIVER AND LOUISA KISSING NOOOOO WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FRIENDSHIP BESTIES at least louisa looks mildly terrified (istg river get your feelings straight)

omg river and coe are gonna be besties??? (how did this man get beaten up in the face and pink liquid all over himself while coe looks flawless and clean in that emo majestic type way of his??)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LIFE IS AWFUL SLOW HORSES IS OVER AND WHO KNOWS WHEN SEASON 5 COMES OUT

[khaleesiofalicante]

I finished to read IALS for the third time (I have no tears left babygirl) and this question came to my mind: have David ever felt like he was cheating on Max every time he slept with Jaden? Or when they said “I love you” to each other?

I know that they weren’t together for that time, but…I don’t know…still feels so wrong to hooked up with someone having in your head and heart another one. I also know that each time David slept with Jaden he felt like was inadequate, but he did it anyway FOR SO LONG. Did David felt like a cheater at those times?

Jaden even mentioned that David refused to do some kind of things he knew David would enjoy, but not with him. That means David never allowed to be topped? Or maybe otherwise? David considered that that would be less wrong?

Please, don’t misunderstanding me, I really REALLY love David ❤️ and I really want to understand him better 🥺 because, I don’t know if I could sleep with other person while I’m so deeply in love with the father of my children 😞

#IALS

This is a great question. I think I've answered this before as well.

Did David feel like he was cheating on Max? Absolutely. Is it wrong to sleep with another person when you're still in love with someone else? I wouldn't say it's wrong (imagine wanting to have sex, even though you're hung up on an ex?), but it's certainly not easy to do.

But the thing is - the thing is - if anyone would do something like this, it's David. And I just don't mean in IALS. He is that character. He is the boy who'd without question decide to move in with the man who murdered his father. He's the man who started sleeping with (and loving) a 700-year-old version of his husband when he turned up out of nowhere. He is the one who decided to have an affair with the First Son even though he knew it could very well end his life.

He's the character who does things that are morally questionable. A lot of the things David does have an "I would NEVER do that" feel, and that's exactly how I intend for it to be.

Also, remember, being intimate with David was also like 'challenge' for David - something he had to overcome in order to eventually make his way back to Max.

So, yeah, he did indeed feel like a cheater, but he didn't care. He was focused on the end goal, which was to be free of his aversion to Max. He'd tolerate just about anything for his family.

Also, yes, he refused to do certain things with Jaden (and even refused to call him mon ange) because as he mentioned somewhere some things only belonged to Max and maybe doing those things would've been too difficult for him - my boy knows his boundaries.

[lucreziaq2001]

•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: Mentions of war and the character's grandson fighting in it, the possibility of him having been killed in action and his parents' grief because of it, also caused by the fact that he is their only child, a President's assassination, a presumed suicide having happened that same day, the possibility of that death having been a murder and a witness coming forward to talk about it after fourty years.

•This fanfiction is a History AU inspired by my favourite episode of the TV show "Cold case", "Boy crazy".

•For the sake of the story, the members of the team are all around the same age, they don't have the same age differences as they do in the actual show. Most of them are also just friends and (for a part of the story) schoolmates, not co-workers, and none of them works for the FBI or even the police or anything like that.

•None of the member of the team lived in Washington either when they were young. In 2003, the most recent year the story takes place in, they are all scattered around the United States, but most of them (not David) were born and raised in Lancaster City (Pennsylvania). You will understand why I made this decision as you read the story. And no one is the same age as they were in the actual show, also for the sake of the story.

•And yes, I made Erin and Rossi a married couple with all their children alive, making her three children his too and his two kids hers too, to avoid all that mess with David's divorces and all that.

•Spencer will be 12 years old and in his first year of high school because he is a genius and skipped some grades, but just two, not as many as he did in the series. I couldn’t bring myself to make him a 9-year-old in highschool maybe. Sorry.

•The story's title, instead, is similar to the one I found in a titles-themed Wattpad story. I asked for permission from the story's author to use it, though.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @avis-writeshq, @rynwritesreid, @chrrysgirl, @achillmango, @marie-sworld, @iluvreid, @babygirl-garcia, @hugyourlungs, @cancersunthatsit, @strangermoonlove, @myastronomicallife.

The bridge to Heaven

Chapter 1: New information on an old case

When they were woken up by the sound of David's phone ringing at 6 am on June 12, 2003, the first thing both 80-year-old David Rossi and his 78-year-old wife Erin thought of was their 23-year-old grandson Samuel, who was a soldier and fighting in Iraq at that moment.

Had he been killed?

If he had, they needed to answer the phone and maybe even go to their daughter Nancy and son-in-law Michael's house immediately.

Even for Dave and Erin, who had five kids, the mere thought of losing one of them was heart-shattering, but if Samuel had actually passed away, Michael and Nancy would have to bury their only child.

The pain of that would have been unbearable and they had to be there and support them.

Fortunately, however, when David grabbed his phone and looked at the display, he didn't see their daughter or son-in-law's name on it.

Instead, there was an unknown number, and while the man would have usually rejected a call like that, something inside him told him that one was important, so he got out of bed as quickly as he could and left the room to answer.

And about ten minutes later, he walked back into his bedroom with a huge smile on his face.

"Who was it? What's going on?" Erin, who had gotten out of bed too by that time, immediately questioned.

"It was a man named Matthew Benton. He asked if he could meet me at a bar in our city tomorrow. He apparently has new information on the death of Emily Prentiss. Obviously, I said yes. We are meeting at 3 pm tomorrow" her husband replied, feeling and sounding more excited than he had been in a pretty long time.

"Who?" Erin asked at first, but a few seconds later, she remembered.

"Oh, yes, that 18-year-old girl who committed suicide in Pennsylvania on the day President Kennedy died! I remember now. You were obsessed with that case for weeks right after it happened" the woman added, feeling even more interested in that conversation by then.

Even after fourty years, she still remembered that case almost perfectly, but most importantly, she was certain she already knew what her husband was thinking at that moment.

"You already know I don't think it was a suicide, Honey. I never thought it was, and maybe tomorrow I'll find out I am right" Dave explained, already feeling sure he would have discovered he had been right all along the next day.

"And then what? Even if your theory was correct, you are not a policeman, David, just a crime writer, and you haven't written anything in fifteen years" Erin retorted, not to tear the man down, but to bring him back to reality in her opinion.

"And then I'll tell the police what I discovered, that poor girl will finally have the justice she deserves and her mother and son will get to know the truth about how she died" Dave responded, and at that, all his wife could do was smile.

When David put his mind to something, there was no stopping him from achieving it, and while that had caused even heated arguments between them several times in their fifty-eight years of marriage, that day Erin felt extremely proud of him because of it.

Whatever had happened to Emily Prentiss on November 22, 1963, her husband would have soon discovered it.

She had no doubt about that.

[weirdcat1213]

trigun bookclub time :D volume 2 thoughts

chap 00.1

-vash's method of meditation is the only one that's valid in my eyes/j

-3 seconds of meditating vs 3 hours of training...huh...i wonder...why is that...and what...that says about him...

-hes bad at chess hes like me fr fr

-yey we love a day without casualties :D

chap 00.2

-the bit about us taking shelter on technology but still not knowing what the future holds...yeah that feels timeless now huh

-vash don't go there! oh no he has earbuds he cant hear me (that would literally happen to me tho)

-i love that panel where no one says anything after the girl is like "yeah i can give you pocket money." nice representation of the irritation people feel towards that kind of people. they arent mad just really tired of that bs

-oh man thats actually pretty horrible (page 23)

-"and i think of nothing but love and peace" besides that we know your head is empty but we love you so its ok

-yeah vash show her the real world

-interesting that he makes her see the chance of her dad dying (he didnt know what was gonna happen) which makes sense cuz she cant run from the truth anymore but its also interesting cuz if we was able to not see it he would. he hates seeing people dying and yet he watches and makes others watch. i dont think its about "if i have to, you have to as well" but more about her seeing the consequences of violence (what her father did) and the cycle of hate so she doesnt repeat it. idk.

chap 1

-rem coming out of his coat....hm....

-weird man coming

-YEAH SEND HIM TO HELL >:D

-if rem is holding him back you say...hmmm...i will go back to that later

-well thats creepy

chap 2

-my boi is in jail nooooooooooooo

-you can feel the size of the ship with one panel nightow is ridiculously talented when creating big spaces, like the sandsteamer shot in the last volume

-..... :c

-my babygirl :c

-i like he started the flashback angry as hell and then it turned into sadness cuz even if he makes knives pay nothing will bring rem back

-also the literal ship crashing into his memories what if I [redacted]

-SEE LOOK AT THAT SHIT! SPACE FEELS MASSIVE AND ITS LITERALLY JUST THE PLANET AND THE SHIP

-aaaand hes angry as hell again cuz the memory finished with knives. interesting

-dont look at me with those kind eyes, we saw you

-YEY ITS DIABLO TIME :D go get em

chap 3

-aw cmon :c

-and there goes the arm

-hey >:[ dont call my girl milly an idiot

-ugh you can feel how fucking stressed out he is ahhhhhhhhh

-ah yes, we love seeing how right knives is...

-huh, i wonder if knives is smiling cuz before he was like "nah she was stupid like the rest" but since she got to correct the ships's trajectory he got a bit of respect for her in the end

-is monev vs vash supposed to be like david and goliath? hm

-my god thats fucking beautiful

-also i dont think thats a ghost but maybe like her presence? like vash is remembering her and her kindness

-AH I HATE THAT I HATE THAT. THE CHAPTER IS CALLED FRAGILE, ENDS UP WITH VASH CRYING AND THE "rem" IS SO LITTLE THAT IS ONLY MEANT FOR US AND VASH TO BE AWARE OF IT WHAT IF I CRIED A RIVER AHHHHHH

chap 4

-oh meryl...oh honey...sweetie...

-the scars appear :D yey :D

-meryl is kinda asking him "arent you tired of being nice dont you want to go apeshit" but not really and i like that

-yknow what meryl is right pls go away and live a quiet life pls, ik whats coming but just thinking about it....

-yee ik the reason why but still >:v

-oh....oh i actually forgot about that...oh

-"rem didnt sacrifice her life for a world like that" im tearing up actually and idk why...its been a hard week

-lmao hes so mad at vash

-yeah hunt him down babygirl >:D

chap 5

-....metal >:D

-they deserved it btw

-huh thats actually kinda nice of him i forgot

-ofc he would blame vash for that, then again vash makes all of us at least a little bit soft i think

chap 6

-i love you vash that takes his sweet time to process traumatic situations, yes that was scary

-vash saying "im the deathwish" means a lot to me as an mcr fan lmao. i will think more about that later tho

-HES HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-YES YOU ARE A PRIEST OMG WHY AM I THIS EXCITED

-THEY MEET, OMG THEY ARE MEETING! AMAZING!

-STOP BLUSHING BRO LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING HIS CHIN LIKE THAT YO

-"go home or go to hell" oh im getting that on a tattoo one day actually, so metal

-...cmon, me me big boi

-THAT SMILE, THAT DAMN SMILE im gonna jump off my local cliff

-vash in the beginning saying he can read people and then wolfwood comes and READS HIM LIKE ITS NOTHING

chap 7

-"is that a friend of yours" he looks so offended lmao

-ahhhh that must be so scary, he already has knives to worry about but the fact not everyone can see legato makes his job harder ahhhhh

-bye baby ily (hes my son that i only share with a couple of other ww enjoyers)

-CAN YOU STOP BEING GAY FOR 2 MINUTES

-OH THAT PANEL IS SO GOOD (also even more princess coded, like looking at really from a castle idk)

-GUYS GUYS MY WIFE IS HERE

-i keep forgetting hes missing his little arm :c

-lmao wolfwood is right, i wouldnt go to a church all the way there :b

-yeah and shes hot while teleporting all over the place

-ok but shes really fucking cool, despite wanting to kill my comfort character, yknow how these things go

-OHOHOHOO THAT PANEL WITH VASH FOCUSING IS AMAZING

-YESSSSS, SO METALLLLL

chap 8

-aaaand...there goes my wife

-ahhhhhh he looks so little :c

-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HES COMING, HES NEAR

-idk ww :c idk when will it end

-OH WOW OH SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

-yeah right i dont like this part :b (its not bad just personal stuff)

-ok he do be looking pretty tho, i wonder if its a family thing

-YEAH MERYL SMACK THAT MF

-im a ball of rugged paper and my feelings are nothing...thanks nightow ily

-oh wait...he actually thought that was the end...thats so fucking smart nightow...wow i never considered that....

-aw babygirl :c but i cant even imagine how that must feel, how much hate he feels towards knives rn

-i think besides the "he called me by my name" meryl and milly let him go cuz they just felt he was going to matter what, like you can feel vash and his unstoppable energy on those pages

-oh hes so fucking pretty

-WAIT I NEVER NOTICED THAT BUT YEAH THAT WAS ON STAMPEDE EP 3 HOLY FUCK, THEY SAID THE SAME THING

-knives just fucking reads vash like an open book its incredible and it makes me so sad cuz vash cant escape, he cant hide nothing, not in front of knives

-he cant be knives without the good old gaslighting >:D

-the yelling throughout the page is amazing

-vash is crying noooooooooooooooo :c

-NO. STAY AWAY FROM ME, EVIL PANEL THAT HAUNTS MY DREAMS

-also :c

-im not too sure of what happened with his legs but ok sure

-im afraid my babygirl cant give you an answer ww, i dont think he knows

-.....why is the world so mean to him :c

[submititselftogravity]

“If you show me Gerard I probably wouldn’t even know Gerard.”

Aka: I made @the-northbound identify MCR members.

“Is that— that’s not Gee— Ian.”

Bass

Got bullied in high school

Also probably got called slurs

“Too many tattoos for my taste.”

“… David— Steven. No— Brian. He’s a Brian.”

“Electric guitar— wait no fuck that’s the bass isn’t it.”

Likes his own music a little too much

Would kick a child

Egotistical

“Oh That’s Daniel!!!”

“I either want him to shave or cut his hair.”

Discount Dan Ativan from game grumps.

“Okay That One’s Electric Guitar.”

Kinda looks like a JROTC brat

“He enjoys being ordered around.” “I’m not putting that in.” “Yes you are.”

“That’s Gerard. But I only know because you told me.”

“I can’t believe this was every girls dream in 2012.”

“Aww, it’s adorable! Oh it’s traumatized.”

“He’s not ‘when September ends’ right?” “That’s Green Day.” “Oh.”

“Wow. Just… wow. [deep sigh]”

Babygirl material

Also Himbo-adjacent.

[musiciswhatlifesoundslike]

Title: Bet you won't

Characters:

Babygirl= Amalia

Daddy= David Alexander

Jeva= girlfriend

Layla= David Alexander's Assistant

(Babygirls and her selfies)... was the main thought that came to mind today while I drove to work... She knows exactly what to send me and when to do it. She's a bratty sub that loves to take charge once in a while, and I let her. But lately... I've craved dominating that sweet body of hers.

I make it to work and get on to my daily duties. Around like 2pm, I received a text message from Amalia. I immediately feel a flush of pink dance across my face. She does things to me. I open up my phone and start reading her message:

Amalia: Hey Daddy, how's work going ?

David Alexander: It's going pretty good. I have a meeting now at 6 pm. How's your day going, Princess?

Amalia: Pretty relaxed baby, I am missing you though.

David Alexander: I miss you too babygirl. I think I get home around 7:30 tonight.

Amalia: Ohh...okk🥺 I have something ready for you when you get home though.

David Alexander: Show me babygirl, or is it a surprise ?

Amalia: *Sends nude- picture from up top* and waits for a response.

*I see the mirror selfie and my mouth waters instantly. Admiring her naked body on all fours, just how I like it.*

Amalia : Daddy? Is everything alright?🙈😘

David Alexander: Babygirl, don't play with me ... I will cancel all of my meetings.

Amalia: You ? You wouldn't do that.

David Alexander: Baby... I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Amalia: Well, since you aren't canceling them... I guess I'll just stay here like this till you come home...or ... I can ask our girlfriend to come over.

(I don't mind our girlfriend coming over at all, I always enjoy it and we all have alot of fun together. But in this moment, i want to rail the fuck out of her and her only. We can call the jeva another time.)

Daddy: *sends an audio* <Layla, please cancel all my meetings today. I have some urgent matters to take care of. Reschedule them all for tomorrow and send them my sincerest apologies.

Layla responds : Of course Sir, right away.>

*audio ends and sent*

Amalia: Won't believe it till I see it.

*I drive home and make it in about 25 minutes. I knock on the door lightly 4 times so she knows it's me. A few moments later she opens the door and i could immediately see the excitement in her eyes. *

Amalia: Guess you liked the selfie huh?

David Alexander: *I get closer to her and whisper in her ear* "I loved it babygirl".

*she gets chills and lets out a slight moan*

Amalia: I know Daddy... *she replies softly* I just needed to feel your hands all over me right now and I didn't wanna wait any longer.

David Alexander: Well then, should we take this inside *I say as I lift up her silky gown and start to play with her pussy*

Amalia: Daddy, someone might see us *she says in between moans*

David Alexander: Go wait for me on the bed, like you were in the pic. *I say taking my hand out from under her dress and tasting my fingers*

Amalia: *She watches me taste her off of my fingers and her pupils dilate* Yes Daddy.

*She walks over to the room as I close and lock the door behind us.*

(Oh, the things that are about to go down.)

... To be Continued

[infectvd]

ngl episode 8 was kind of a miss for me. It's still *good* but it didn't hit the way it should, it felt like it was missing something. This is one case where I will say the game did everything better with maybe one exception. Some rambles below the cut so don't look if you want to avoid spoilers.

Making David's group a religious cult was probably my biggest issue for a few reasons. Firstly, it's a trope that feels SO overdone to me personally. It took away a lot of the horror about the group itself because it feels more mundane. In the game, the terror surrounding the group is that they are normal people driven to desperation just to survive. It isn't fanaticism that drives them to do the horrific things they do, it is the most basic human need that pushes them to that point, and it fits better with the theme of what horrors human beings capable of if pressed. Also, there is already a religious cult in the second game that will undoubtedly appear in the confirmed second season, so changing David's group into a religious cult means there are two and ??? It feels pointless and it will inevitably cheapen both.

David himself did not have the qualities that made David in the game so scary. This David did not have the charisma, he felt more like a whiny man child and ... pathetic. Basic. It's hard to believe this man was able to amass a cult of personality around himself at all, even using religion as a tool. There were so many points where David in the game would linger on his words and movements and feel like this quiet threat, even when he was acting peaceful, you got the sense that something was off, and everything he did felt calculated. This David was far more petulant, he wasn't threatening, and he wielded the power he has over his followers carelessly which added to my disbelief that this man could maintain this level of power over people for so long unlike game David. This man's followers seemed like they were sick of him and his shit, meanwhile game David maintained their reverence and attention even in those moments where they questioned his choices.

I feel like the whole plotline in the second half was rushed through quickly, like they hit all the main beats they needed but didn't give time for the impact to sink in. One disadvantage the show had here was not being able to give us that switching perspective where Joel is actively searching for Ellie, which in the game gave us the sense of his urgency to find her and how he was ripping through his enemies to get to her, which is something that plays into the climax later. But we didn't get that, yes we got the torture scene, but then Joel is gone for so long and we don't get that same sense that he is going ballistic trying to save Ellie.

I do like (and am absolutely horrified) by the way they make David's true intentions with Ellie even more clear in their final confrontation. The implications in that scene were so disturbing to me, it was the first time I got that sense of urgency and danger I wanted this episode to give me this entire time. The bulk of that scene is how it should have gone, Bella was fantastic as always and captured Ellie's rage, but my main complaint with that scene is the decision to have her come to her senses on her own and walk out, THEN reunite with Joel. In the game, Joel being the one to take the weapon out of her hand, hold her and call her babygirl, THAT is such a pivotal part of their story and every detail there is important. Pedro's acting in their encounter outside is great, I can feel Joel's concern and care for her, but the thematic of Joel himself having to pull her back from the brink is lost because of this decision to change that part of the scene. Instead it felt like Joel was just there, like he just popped in at the end and him being there at all didn't matter or have the impact it was meant to have. The way it plays out in the show feels like an "okay that's over now let's get on with this" moment especially because it was so short. I don't felt they gave them enough time to really play out the emotions that experience should have brought out. It still hits, but it definitely doesn't hit as hard as it did in the game, which is a shame because they have two fantastic actors here who absolutely could have went above and beyond for that scene if it was presented correctly and with enough time.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt IV doctor who but i've never watched it but i know loads about it for sure

It's half past 4 am and I definitely remember everything that you maggots yelled at me about this show I definitely do

There is a slutty head preserved in a jar that had many babies

There is a Doctor who was an OG doctor and his name was Wren or something no WILF RIGHT YES SOMEONE SAID THE DILF THE MILF AND THE HOLY WILF

Michael Sheen is a sexy planet with a mouth

Neil Gaiman wrote some episodes and it was very cool I think he made Michael Sheen the sexy planet

David Tennant I know you all love David Tennant well FUCKING HERE THEN TUMBLR DAVID TENNANT

There are time lords and they are the doctor and everyone was very cross when I asked that because apparently y'all periodically forget you follow me because im dumb

It's like gay or something at some point

Andrew Garfield is a dentist who gets flirted with like you too babygirl or whatever the 10th doctor says

Oh yeah the doctors are the doctor but there are 14 of them and they all go poof and then boom new actor except for 14 where david tennant re-emerges YEAH TUMBLR HEAR THAT I SAID DAVID TENNANT

oh and THEN the fifteenth doctor arrives but he fucking girlbosses a bigeneration and so escapes trauma or something and you all get to keep david tennant YEAH I SAID HIS NAME IF THIS HELLSITE HAD AN ALGORITHM THIS POST WOULD BE TRENDING SO QUICK ISTG

Oh the TARDIS is blue and not fucking yellow sometimes my brain gaslights me and also it can be anything it is a tree but it is a police box because it wants to be due to a glitch that the doctor hasnt fixed coz hes too busy hanging out with donna or being gay or being trans which as I know from experience are both full-time occupations

Theres like an intro or something it goes DOOWEEDOOOO and when i mentioned it people started singing it in the reblogs so like nostaglia hit ig

DAAAAAAAAAAVID TENNANT YOU HERE ME TUMBLR COME AND GET YOUR DAVID TENNANT HE FOUND HIS WIFE HERE YES HE DID HIS FATHER-IN-LAW WAS A DOCTOR YES HE WAS HIS DAUGHTER WAS THE DOCTOR'S DAUGHTER BUT THEN DAVID'S WIFE SO IDK GO SLAY GEORGIA

10th doctor is kinda bitchboy and we love him for that apparently

12th doctor is girlbossing prideful or maybe it was 11th or 9th WHO'S THE ONE WHO CALLS THE POTATO A POTATO

There are rhinos and they're police they're called Zookas and they transform people into something for their sins

I think it was the rhinos but someone looks like gollum had sex with a dead horse and got impregnated

There's a potato dude (gn)

There's a Meep and Meep's pronouns are Meep which is fab

There's a dude named Harry in the original doctor who

Shitty effects are beloved here

Someone installed a ramp on the tardis

there is someone named rose and the 9th doctor did something with a timeline and lost her to another 9th doctor and everyone's sad about it coz he knew he couldnt give her the life or something

Rose is kissy smoochie with doctor

Donna noble is played by catherine tate who knows less about the show than i do (which isnt saying much clearly im an expert)

The doctor is not actually a doctor it's something about yelling DOCTOR and they say DOCTOR WHO and it's like FUCK YEAH BABA GRIL NAMEDROP

Is this show title a knock knock joke like Knock knock. Who's there? Doctor. Doctor who? Yes now let me in.

one last time for you sluts DAVID TENNNANTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

you're welcome.

[pjisskullourful]

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano X reader

part7 of ?? [catchup on part1-6]

NSFW! 🔥 smutty smutty smut smut of the most corrupt degree, lengthy, filled with swears & sooooo kinky

Damiano David & female reader-insert

° anon request: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader & for another incredibly sweet anon: i was wondering if u could include something like damiano teaching the reader how to be a dom and have her dominate him. all of this was then encouraged by @marlena-immortale​ [ask & it shall be given- requests are open!]

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"Tell me what you want…"

Your eyes snapped open to the dark bedroom, you looked down to where Damiano had been resting his head - you thought he had fallen asleep. You had been close to nodding off in this moment of wonderful postcoital peace. You wiped a hand across your eyes in an effort to rouse yourself, you put your other hand to his dishevelled hair.

"What are you saying about?" You asked.

He picked up one of your hands, brushing his lips across your skin. His big, curious eyes caught the light coming in from the street lamps. "I wanna know what you would do, how you would use my body to get off- in any definition of the phrase. If we switched the roles for just one night, what fantasies would you let me act out for you?"

"I…" You shook your head to yourself as he pressed soft kisses onto your finger. "I don't know."

He laughed, letting his head return to resting on your chest. "C'mon baby, I know you've got a better imagination than that. Don't be shy, I wanna know. I wanna be able to get you off in the most perfect and complete way. I wanna find that one thing that makes you really loud, then real fuckin' quiet and then I wanna push it further.

"When you're alone, like when I'm out of town and I text you and tell you to send me a voice note of you playing with yourself, right? You always say my name and sometimes, when I'm listening with good headphones, it's like I'm right there." You continued to push your fingers through his hair, listening thoughtfully. "I know that I always imagine what I'd do to get those sounds out of you. So, what are you imagining that I'm doing? How does your fantasy version of me get you to come?"

You blinked up at the ceiling, feeling foolish. "I honestly don't know…" 

"Babygirl." 

"I'm sorry Damiano, I just- I guess I don't really go into specifics, I'm lazy or whatever. I just think of you in all of your you-ness and then the toys kinda do the rest. I just have to think of you and I'm, like, ready to get off. And it isn't as thrilling when you aren't there so I don't really spend as much time on it. I get worked up and I take care of it- wham, bam, thank you ma'am."

"Could I ask you to think about it for me? Just a bit, just if you want to and please don't force anything for my sake." 

You nodded. "Yes, of course. I will set aside some time in my schedule to plot out my own personal porno, starring you."

"Hey, I'm being serious here."

"You're right, I'm deflecting. But I will seriously think about it." You said.

"That's all I ask." He said, massaging your finger between his lips again. "I know you have fun being submissive and it's been going great, for me as well. But I don't have to be in control every time, 'cause I want it to be about you and your pleasure and you getting what you want. I want to corrupt all that shyness out of you and get you in charge of your pleasure. It's your body, your orgasms- you call the shots, okay?"

You could feel your skin heating up. "Okay."

"You wanted to be punished and then you told me to keep going and it was fuckin' amazing. You can always tell me what to do, I may play at it being different to that- but, with you, you can always tell me what to do." He said. "I'd do anything to make you feel happy…" He was kissing along the inside of your wrist. "Anything to set you free, anything to put you in charge of your sexuality and your body and your pleasure. It's about you, I'm just here for you."

"I will think about it, I will."

"Good girl."

You rubbed your thighs together. "Maybe I could…" You let his hair slide between your fingers. "I could pull on your hair a little."

"Just a little? You don't wanna give for as good as you get?"

"We could work our way up to that. But I'd like to maybe play with that line between pleasure and pain."

He lifted his head again. "Ooh, you wanna hurt me, baby?"

"Yeah… I mean, I like the idea of leaving some marks on you. Like, would you let me bite you?” You asked.

"Yeah, we can get a little Twilight up in here."

"Well, I don't need to drink your blood or anything."

"Got it, nibbles, not trying to take chunks out of me." He said.

"Right, I'm more than happy for your chunks to stay exactly where they are." You felt his fingers tracing over the skin of your stomach and you put a hand over your mouth, feeling a blush in your cheeks. "I just really… oh, it's embarrassing…"

"No, no, I bet you it's not. And I really wanna hear it. Don't be embarrassed to say what you want, ever. Especially in front of me, kitten. I am far too open about this shit. Do you know how much everyone wants me to develop even a fraction of a filter?" He asked. "C'mon, no one else ever has to find out. Don't be embarrassed, be empowered."

"No, it's just… I really like the sounds that you make. Like, I love how loud you get when we're fucking."

His voice came through much louder. "That's it? That's your big kinky confession? How is that embarrassing for you when it's about shit that I do?"

"No, it is embarrassing for me, 'cause of how wet it gets me." You said.

"That's not embarrassing, it's so fuckin' sexy." He said. "It would only be embarrassing if you hated how I sounded during sex, like if you thought that it made me sound like a try-hard porno actor. And even then it would be embarrassing for me."

"Okay, so I like your sounds and I wanna see how different they could be, depending on what I'm doing with you."

"I bet you've got more." He was smiling as he rolled over, lifting himself up and crawling up to reach your eye-level, his body heat covering your bare skin. "I bet you've got even filthier ideas in that corrupt mind of yours, don't you?" He picked up your hands in his, the fingers intertwining as you felt more shy than before. "I bet when you shut your eyes, you get flashes of maybe ten more things that make you wanna come. But maybe you don't know the words for those kinks." He lifted your arms up, placing your hands above your head. "Or maybe you don't want to admit it, even to yourself. 'Cause you're so used to feeling ashamed of your desires, used to thinking that dirty means bad. You're used to feminine sexuality being used as either a marketing tool or a reason to call a woman all kinds of slurs and drag her down.

"But you don't have to be ashamed. You don't have to question every impulse and think that one desire can change your worth, or think that you have to be so politically correct even in your own body. Like what you like and let me like it with you." He said, body sinking into yours. "Just listen to your body. Please, for me."

Your eyebrows raised and you ducked back, avoiding the kiss he had been poised to give you. "For you?"

He laughed quietly. "Yeah, look at me trying to manipulate your praise kink."

"You are unbelievable. You know what I might like to try- maybe I could take a stab at shutting that smart mouth. Even though I think that's physically impossible." You reached up to stroke his neck. "But maybe with some choking?"

He growled, lowering himself closer to you. "I would love it if you choked me."

"Really?"

"Yes." He took your hand off of his neck and placed a kiss on your palm. "Keep going, kitten."

"What if I… could I tie you up?"

"Please." He whispered, his nose brushing against your cheek and you felt his hot breath on your face. "What would you do to me when you had me tied up?"

"I could make you wait for it." You put your arms around him, your hands beginning to grip his back. "I could be in charge and use you how I wanted, like I could decide when I come and when you come and…"

"Yes." His lips crushed roughly against yours and you could feel his cock getting harder, wanting to find a home between your legs. "Please use me, kitty. Use me for what you need. You're such a good girl for me, but you don't have to be. You can be mean, you can be whatever you want for one night. My body is yours, just like you always give me yours."

"Daddy…" You moaned, so awake and so full of tension that you thought had been solved earlier in the night. "Would you write some lines for me?”

"Yes, baby. If that's what you want, I'll write anything, however many times you need."

"I'd want you to write on me, like, all over my body. I'd want you to write that I'm a good kitten, 'cause that's all I wanna be, Damiano."

"I'll do that for you." He said, lips hovering over yours, close but not making contact. "What else do you want? Don't stop now, don't hold out on me."

You were silent, you had lost your courage as you were torn between a few options. You didn’t want to ruin this by requesting something he wasn’t into.

Nor did you want to spoil the surprise for him. It wasn’t often that you got to surprise him and so, in the interest of gaining that advantage, you kept the rest of your thoughts to yourself.

“I don’t have anything more, not right now. But I’ll think about it, I promise- I promise I will.” You said.

He kissed you and you could feel how much he was holding back. “Good kitty.”

“Maybe I could think of more, if I didn’t have a goddamn boner poking at me, but hey, there it is and it is very distracting.”

He laughed, but made no effort to move off of you. “My bad. I know, I’m the worst. You’re probably exhausted, you already came twice tonight. And that’s not to discount how great it was for me as well, ‘cause it really was…” You saw him raise his pinched together thumb and fingers to his mouth.

“Oh, you are not.” You made a grab for his hand. “You are not about to chefs kiss over how we fucked earlier, you are not.”

His hand evaded your grasp. “That’s so funny that you say that, ‘cause I’m pretty sure that- oh yep, here it is.” He made a loud kissing sound with his fingertips pressed to his mouth, before immediately fanning them out. “That’s the only way I can describe it. It’s not my fault that you’re beyond words.”

You scoffed sarcastically, rolling your eyes. Your laughter soon became authentic as he endeavoured to cover your face in enthusiastic kisses. His stubble tickled your skin and you wanted to squirm away, but you couldn’t make yourself do anything beyond uselessly flailing your legs about.

“We don’t have to…” He said as you gasped for air. “It’s enough for tonight. I can go have a cold shower or whatever.”

You refused to let this become a reality and securely wrapped your leg around his waist. “The only way you’ll be getting to have a shower, is if I go with you and nothing about that would be cold. You’re not going anywhere. The whole point of having a boyfriend is so I don’t have to try to fall asleep uncomfortably wet.”

“Uncomfortably wet?” He repeated, the intrigue clear in his voice.

You huffed. “Yes Daddy, please don’t pretend to be surprised.” You tightened your leg around him, inviting him closer to your cunt. “The way you were saying all that stuff about use me, that was… and then, to hear you pleading with me, just a little like that. God, I could listen to you say please all night long.”

“Oh yeah? ‘Cause I can say it more.” He said, his chest pressed against yours as he dipped his head a bit lower, moving to place kisses across your neck. “Please.” You were writhing beneath him and he responded by rolling his hips into you. “Please. Please, my kitten.” You felt his teeth grazing across your skin as more heat spread through your body. “I know I’ve already had you tonight, but please, unf, please let me fuck you again.

“I’m so addicted to making you come.” His voice was barely above a needy whisper. “And I’m a pathetic junkie, I know, I know. But I- please…” He was grinding against you, slowly and softly, but enough to make your throat clench as your mouth hung open. “Please let me in your pussy again, please babygirl, please.” His lips parted on your neck and he released a heavy, hot exhale. “I know that it’s so, so late, but I can’t help myself. Please. I just need you all the time, please.” He let out a heady moan, his tongue dragging along your skin. “Please.”

“Motherfucker…” You puffed, feeling goosebumps. “How do you fuckin�� do that?”

“See? It’s great when you tell me what you want and then I can give it to you and get you- what was your phrasing?” He considered this while pressing his fingers to your cunt, making your hips jolt. “Oh right, uncomfortably wet.”

“Sonofa… you had better fuck me now, ‘cause there is literally not a cold enough shower in the whole entire universe.”

He was laughing quietly to himself as he leant back and you heard the bedside draw roll open. “Do you need some more inspiration for your little list of ways to use me?”

You nodded jerkily. “Yes, yes I really do, please.”

“Hey, that’s my line.” He said over the crinkle of the condom wrapper being ripped open.

“You’re so goddamn rude. Get over here and I’ll give you something to fuckin’ chefs kiss over.”

His body returned to yours, immediately closer and immediately raising the stakes. “You wanna use me, kitten? ‘Cause I really want you to use me…” He kissed you deeply, drawing moans from your lips. “Please.” Your toes curled just listening to how his voice melted over that word. “Please use my body to make yourself come again. I wanna feel you come again, please, please.”

“God, Daddy.” You arched your back up into him, your voice breaking.

You sank into the long and passionate kisses that he was sharing with you. Your lips moved together, picking up an indulgent rhythm that allowed him to bring you into a state of deep yearning.

You were moving your body again, needing to get some more of your energy out through gentle rolls of your hips. You needed to build some friction between the two of you because you were unable to hide how eager you were, unable to settle and pretend to possess more patience than you actually did.

“Please.” He whined, breaking the contact between your mouths, severing the momentum.

Even though he was holding your hips and rocking with you - he wasn’t yet penetrating you. It took a second or two before you realised what was causing this delay - he wanted you to take the initiative, wanted to give you a taste of control because he truly did want to inspire a new thought process in you.

You put both of your legs around his waist this time, squeezing your thighs as you tilted your hips back. With some further rubbing and exploratory thrusts, you were able to bring his tip towards your entrance.

You heard his breath get stuck in his throat as you eased yourself up, stuffing him into your cunt. His body shivered and when he did breathe again, it was a series of breathy moans - they were long, they were low.

“Good kitten, good, good kitten.” He murmured. “What a good little- ah…” The tension that had allowed him to keep his body somewhat elevated, it left him and he slid down further, more of him disappearing into your clenching cunt. “Fuck, oh, baby…”

You didn’t want to wait - you didn’t need to build anything, you were already so aroused, positively ready to be swallowed up by his renewed desires. When his arms wrapped around your body, you responded by pulling your legs tighter, your ankles crossed over one another at the small of his back. Your cunt stretched to fit more of his length into you, your walls already fluttering as butterflies filled your stomach.

“Please ride me ‘til I’m fuckin’ dry…” He groaned, his hips stuttering against yours.

You didn’t hold back, letting your body move into immediate action. You felt more desperate than you had earlier tonight, the way his dick throbbed within you made you want to get to that edge. 

The more that you moved, the more that he responded until you were working each other into a brutal pace. He was getting louder and you were getting wetter. Every collision delivered him deeper into you.

When he kissed you again, you couldn’t help but suck on his bottom lip, letting your teeth brush over the sensitive skin. You put your hand into his hair - already making use of one of your new ideas and pulling on the strands. This made him growl against your mouth, his urgency increasing the force of his thrusts.

"Yes, yes, yes." You sighed.

"Cover me in your cum baby. Cover me, please, please." It became a chant, matching the timing of his body slapping into you. "Please, please, please."

You felt the intense sensations flooding through you, filling you with dazzling sparks. Your body began to contort and you lurched forward, folding your torso as you buried your head in the curve of his neck.

You cried out, all of your body clenching around him, grasping for your orgasm. As much as you were determined to keep jerking into him, to follow these pulses - you were buckling. 

Your legs became limp and you depended on his strength to keep going. You felt yourself shattering, plunging deep into these overwhelming stimulations.

"Daddy, Daddy, yes."

"Come for me kitty, please." It was his turn to pull on your hair, forcing your head back as his words gained a different edge. He was no longer pleading, now he was commanding. "Please, please, please."

He rutted into you, his arms pulling your body to his again-and-again. You could hear the air being pushed from his lungs as his groans got louder. "Please, please… ugh, please, please babygirl, please."

You were shattering, your body becoming overcome with uncontrollable vibrations and you shouted out. Everything clenched down harder before you felt the snap and you could melt into the bliss of your climax.

He was groaning his way into his release, switching between saying please and your name - until the two words couldn't be distinguished from one another.

He teased out the end of his orgasm with thorough, long strokes that plunged deep into you. You collapsed forward into him, cradling his head in your arms as he finally stilled.

You felt yourself beginning to relax, ready to come down after being made so spectacularly complete. He looked up at you, smiling through his laboured attempts at catching his breath.

"Should I do it this time?" You asked, giggling at the confused look that came across his face. 

Instead of saying anything, you puckered your lips while pinching your thumb and three of your fingers together. You kissed your fingertips then released your hand in a flourish, making him groan.

--- --- ---

"Wow, look at how pretty." You admired, stroking the gathered rows of pearls, enjoying the rattle they made. You let your fingers rest at the oversized pearl that sat at the centre.

"Do you wanna put this in your mouth? I bet it'd look even better in your mouth, between those sexy lips. Don't you think?"

Damiano licked his lips, securing his fingers around the plastic pearls. "Sure thing, babygirl."

You watched keenly, immensely enjoying this radical reversing of your roles. Now he was the one being gagged.

He waggled his eyebrows up-and-down at you, making you giggle. You leant in closer, your fingers brushing lightly across his bare thigh. You bumped your nose against his, kissing him just to the side of his mouth.

"I was right, that does look better in between your lips. Not as good as my clit looks there, but it's still very sexy."

You were sitting facing one another on your bed, your skin prickling with anticipation. Your mind was a disorganised mess of ideas and you hardly knew where to go next. He could always take you on a journey, with one action melting effortlessly into the next, a natural progression. But you didn't have any kind of running order in mind - you were simply flinging yourself from one horny idea to the next.

You pretended to have a sudden realisation. "Oh fuck, I just remembered there was something else that I forgot to grab from the living room." His nostrils flared. "My wand. And I really wanted to use it tonight."

He spat the ball out of his mouth, looking at you, annoyance quickly flashing in his eyes. "Another thing?"

You feigned surprise. "Is that a problem for you, darling?"

"No." His tone didn't quite match the word. "I just thought that after the wine and the chapstick and your phone charger- I thought I'd already gotten you everything and that we could start."

"We are gonna start, once I get my wand. I thought it could be included, but if you don't wanna do what I say…"

He showed you his palms in a sign of surrender. "Fine, I'll go get it." He stood up. "But are you sure that you don't need anything else while I'm out there? 'Cause I feel like I'm doing laps here."

You couldn't deny that the exasperation was amusing, it was funny watching him struggle against his habit of telling you what to do, of being treated like a king by everyone around him. You kept yourself separated from this little annoyed act. "I don't want anything other than my wand." He nodded, starting to turn to leave before you decided to add something else. "I might also like a boyfriend who does what he's told, without having a diva attitude. Maybe you could make it up to me by crawling back into this room."

"Yes kitty." He said.

You were still smiling to yourself, taking a leisurely sip of your white wine. You wondered when you would find the point that made him snap, the point when he decided it wasn't worth playing this game anymore. But he was genuinely trying here, trying to give you this new experience. And you appreciated this effort.

Your cheeks burnt with heat when he came back into view, crawling along the ground on his hands and knees.

You returned your glass to the bedside table and placed your feet on the ground, moving your thighs apart. "Thank you Daddy, what a fantastic delivery service."

He moved across the floor on his knees until he was positioned between your feet. He offered the vibrator to you and as you accepted it, you swept down to give him a kiss. 

You placed it aside, to where you could grab it later. With both of your hands free, you put them to his head, fingers stroking across his skin as you kissed him deeply. You caressed his cheek, while your other hand tickled at the skin behind his ear. When you felt his mouth grow slack, you eased your tongue into him, drawing his taste into your mouth. His hands moved up to your legs, massaging you, heating up your skin.

"Do you like me crawling around for you?" He asked.

Your eyes opened to meet his and you smiled. "Yes. This is a good spot for you."

"I agree." He kissed you again before lowering his gaze. "I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life right here, right in between your legs." He lifted up to kiss your neck, hot lips moving across your skin. "Let me worship you." He worked down, moving gently. "Please, babygirl. Please."

You sighed, shifting towards the edge of the bed, your panties sticking uncomfortably into your body. You moved your hand down his back, letting your nails scrape across his skin. 

“Please.” He murmured against your skin before his lips wet your nipple.

He sucked it into his mouth, the rock hard peak manipulated by his tongue with your stomach knotting in response. You could feel it so much deeper, locking your concentration into your body.

Your breath was getting stuck in your throat more-and-more. He was moving lower again and you increased the pressure of your rubbing behind his ear. Your legs felt like jelly and you were being lulled, ready to float away.

He picked up the waistband of your panties between his teeth. It snapped back against your skin and he looked up at you. "Please, let me worship you, let me worship this body." He ran his fingers beneath the waistband. "It's all I want to do." You were certain that he could smell the wet desire that was pooling in your pussy. "Please kitten, please. Use me, use my mouth, use my hands- whatever you want. Just please let me worship you."

You had to stop yourself from saying please - your manners made you want to ask politely, you were so unaccustomed to simply telling someone what you wanted. "Yes." You felt like you weren't behaving accordingly, prompting you to add something more. You put your hand into his hair, pushing his head back. "You say worship, I hope you're gonna deliver and not waste my time."

"Never." He said, sliding his fingers further into your underwear. "But if I do- you can spank me and teach me a lesson."

You grinned and lifted your butt from the bed, with him instantly ripping the lingerie down your legs. His eyes appraised your naked body as you settled yourself back down. He licked his lips, looking to your pussy as he moved in closer.

The anticipation made you feel like the whole world was stopping. Then you felt his tongue on your skin and you hummed out your approval, tilting your hips.

For a moment you forgot about the role you were supposed to be playing, you forgot about which words you weren't supposed to say. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let yourself surrender, amazed by what your boyfriend could do with that tongue.

He began at your clit, making your heart leap into your throat and you wanted to clamp your legs shut, embarrassed by how easily he could get you feeling ready to come undone. Now you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling him tease your clitoral hood from side-to-side.

Your chin dropped, your centre of gravity swaying when he brought the pulsing bundle of nerves into his mouth. He massaged you between his lips, making you squirm. Your chest swelled, filled with so many moans.

He rolled his tongue over your clit before dipping lower, seeking out the source of your wetness. Your hips stuttered forward as he explored to your entrance, his tongue eagerly lapping into your slit. You spread your legs even further apart, further away from his head.

You laid back, a hand going to your mouth when his tongue filled your cunt. He worked his tongue inside of you, caressing across your walls and bringing even more of your moisture into his mouth. You were smiling to yourself, savouring his measured strokes.

You reached your hand across the bed, finding the vibrating wand. You turned it on to the lowest setting and let it come to rest on your tummy, beneath your navel. The pulsations radiated through you, giving you a new source of stimulation to match what he was drawing out of your pussy.

You pushed the toy down lower, closer to your pubic mound. He curled his tongue up, making you twitch. You pressed the wand harder to your skin, letting your muscles feel the vibrations all the more. He flicked his tongue up-and-down, setting a fire in your gut.

You bit into your lip as you moved the wand lower again. Your hips jolted in response to this new level of excitement and you felt him sink deeper into you. The vibrations of the wand began to harmonize with the movements of his tongue. You couldn't keep yourself still, your body wanting to chase itself into an orgasm.

You were trembling when you lifted the toy from your body, readjusting your grip. You draped one of your legs across his shoulder as he started to settle into a rhythm of deep and long strokes. You changed the setting to a slightly higher intensity.

He snapped his head up as soon as you placed the pulsing end to the nape of his neck. He looked at you, mouth open as it glistened with your cum.

"Something wrong, babe?" You asked, grinning at him.

"No. I just figured you'd keep that on yourself."

You shrugged a shoulder. "I didn't want anything to distract me from your worshipping."

"Right, well put it back on me and I'll give you something you can't get distracted from."

"Hey." The assertive tone in your voice surprised you. "You did not say please."

His eyes were wide as he smiled at you and you knew you had impressed him. "Please." He moaned, louder than before. "Please put your toy on me, not on yourself. I wanna feel it vibrating down my spine as I fuckin' drink up your orgasm."

You bit your lip and reached the wand out, placing it to the back of his neck. His eyelids fluttered shut and he let out a deep breath, his jaw clenching for a moment. When he opened his eyes and found you watching him, he winked. You giggled as he moved back into that perfect position at your cunt.

He kissed at your clitoris, letting the heat of his mouth engulf you, enough to make your arm holding the toy shake. He used his tongue on the quivering bud next, swirling around it with deep and determined movements. As he gained speed, you put your unoccupied hand into his hair, your fingers moving in between the strands, ready to grip but not yet.

His tongue moved down, his lips following with determined kisses along all of your wet skin, until he was at your slit. You waited, wanting to grind into his face.

When he started speaking, his words were half-muffled as he kept one of your labia in between his lips. "Please come on my tongue." You shivered, enthralled by the idea. "Please babygirl, I want your cum all over my mouth. Please."

"Mm-hmm." Your throat was too tight for you to form any actual words.

But this was enough for him, his lips parting so that his tongue could play at your dripping pussy. You moaned loudly as he started to ease himself back into your body, sliding in smoothly and gently. His tongue pushed between your walls, letting you feel him deeper as you felt your core tightening, becoming hyper-aware of every slight shift. Your sensitivities were opening up for him, ready for him to play with you exactly as you needed.

"Fuck…" You breathed, your thighs clenching.

He buried so deep into you, your cunt spasming around every inch of his tongue as you hungered for more. His lips met yours and all that you knew was the heat from his mouth.

He stroked inside of you, giving you the most intimate and most perfect massage. He moved slowly, gradually discovering more-and-more of your taste. He would draw his tongue back, gulping you down his throat as your cunt tingled, lips clenched as you longed to have him back. And he always came back, as deep as the last time.

Rolling in and then back out, the movements of his tongue were hypnotizing you. Your hips wanted to chase his rhythm, beginning to rock into him. Your hand curled into a fist around his hair as the need in you expanded.

He pulled back before you could find the necessary momentum. But he was soon knocking the air out of your lungs when he plunged a finger into you, immediately coated in your wetness. You groaned through some strong body shivers as he caressed inside of you, his finger finding those favourite spots to push against.

A second finger came into your pussy before your clitoral hood was covered by his mouth again. You couldn't help but tug on his hair, your hips rocking, quicker than before.

"Oh fuck…" You breathed, practically levitating off of the mattress as you arched your back more.

"Kitty, you taste so good." He said, tongue touching to your clit. "I wanna drink you forever." Your movements were jerky, losing their smoothness as he carried on fucking you with his fingers. "Please let me drink you, please."

The neediness in his voice was driving you crazy. You wanted to snap.

You used your hand to pull his head away, exerting some effort as you looked down at him.

"Come up here, baby." You instructed and his fingers were quickly sliding out of your pussy.

He pulled himself up onto the bed with you, making moves to mount you. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him and tasting your own desperation. 

"You have to…" You worked to get the shaking out of your voice. "You have to get on your back." You put your hands to his chest. "I need you on…" You had to pause to lick your lips and he waited patiently, eyes moving across your face. He had an expectant smile on his mouth and it made you feel shy, made you want to stop talking. "I need you on your back for me to use you."

"As you wish, kitten." He whispered, one last long look in your eyes before he moved off of you.

He moved over to lie his head on the pillow and raised his arms up by the headboard. You ran your hand up his leg as you moved closer to him.

"This underwear has got to go." You said, hesitating from grabbing the pair of restraints. "And I think I'm gonna keep them."

His eyes grew wide. "But they're my Calvin's."

"Not anymore, they're mine, not yours and not Calvin's. I'm gonna keep them, maybe wear them." You said and he just frowned, ready to pout. "Maybe play with myself a little while I wear them and get them covered in my cum, accidentally." He sat forward, keenly interested now. "I guess you can have them back after that, maybe- I don't know, would you even want them at that point?"

"Yes." He answered, making quick work of pushing the briefs down and enthusiastically handing them to you. "You can do whatever you want with them."

You giggled - this assertiveness didn't feel entirely natural, but it did yield fantastic results. You placed his briefs aside, finally beginning to repay the favour of all the pairs of your underwear he had helped himself to.

"Are you still having fun Daddy?" You asked.

He finished rolling the condom down his entire length, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Don't get so concerned with what I find fun or what will turn me on. Watching you get off, that's what I need to come like a needy little motherfucker. It's all about you and how you wanna use me, please don't forget that."

"Right then, well, put your arms up." You picked up the pair of padded cuffs. You closed one around his wrist, then linked the chain in and around a couple of the rungs of your headboard. You changed the tone of your voice, lowering it as you affixed the other cuff on his unrestrained wrist. "I'm gonna use you as my toy." You saw his eyes flutter shut and you moved your lips close to his cheek. "I'm gonna use this amazing body, use it harder than I've used any toy before. Do you wanna be my favourite toy?"

"Yes, please." He whispered.

You smiled, taking your time to enjoy the view that you had achieved. Your eyes raced all over his body, enjoying thoughts of all the things you could do. No one else got to see him like this, to know how he looked when vulnerable. He was yours - absolutely and entirely. He was now the fuck toy, exclusively your fuck toy.

You laid down next to him, putting one of your legs between his without making any further moves to climb on top of him. You began to kiss him, slowly, letting your mouth warm his.

One of your hands ran down his chest while the other reached out behind you, seeking for the vibrator. You could feel your pussy twitching, thrilled by all of the possibilities.

He didn't have any reactions to the toy, as you brought it closer, switching it on again. You got your first response when you put the head of the toy at his tip. He jolted, gasping as he was truly surprised by you.

"Jesus, holy- are you trying to make me come, like, right away?" He asked, his arms straining against the cuffs already.

"No." You eased the wand higher up his cock. "I just thought it would be fun if we shared. And you are so not allowed to come until I say."

He drew in a shaky breath. "You're really sexy when you're mean."

You grinned, taking the pulsing toy off of his cock to rest it against the inside of his thigh. He was moaning into your mouth when you kissed him again and you guided your tongue into him as you eased the wand higher up, closer to his crotch again.

You moved your leg up some more, spreading yourself. You placed your cunt over the bulb of the wand, your heart lodging into your throat.

You had to break away to catch your breath, resting your forehead against his and waiting for him to open his eyes. "You're the best daddy, you buy me such nice toys." You shivered, pressing down harder onto the vibrator. "Toys that make me feel so good- so so so so good, Daddy." 

He was smiling, watching you with dark, hazy eyes. "Anything for my kitty."

You sighed, rolling your hips before you decided against the wand to get you through. You pulled it away and switched it off, pressing your cunt to his thigh because you couldn't stand to lose the pressure altogether.

You held the toy up to his mouth and he instantly offered his tongue to clean your cum from its surface. You breathed heavily, doing your best to stay still for the moment.

Once the toy was cleaned up, you switched it to the lowest setting. His legs shook as you put the pulsating end to the underside of his hardness. You rested your cheek on his skin, teeth wanting to sink into his shoulder and you clenched your thighs.

You kept your attention on him, rolling the toy gradually away from his base. His legs refused to stay still and you could see that he was biting into his bottom lip.

"Please let me fuck you." He whimpered, moving into a new height of vulnerability. "Please baby, please."

"You're really good at pleading." You admired, sitting up to move your pussy off of him. "You sound so fuckin' hot, it makes me wanna tease you more, honestly."

His arms strained against the strength of the cuffs all the more as you brought the wand closer to his tip again. "I'll plead as long as you like, babygirl." His head slumped back and some of that constant-cockiness left his voice. "I'll keep saying please, as long as it gets you wet, I'll keep saying it. Please."

You pulled the toy away before it could stimulate his tip any further. You moved a leg across his lap. You eased forward and planted your knees on either side of his hips.

You sat yourself down on his thighs, his cock resting against your crotch. Even as you felt your heart rate increasing, you didn't move forward to draw him into your cunt. You took a pause to brace yourself, wanting to soak in all of this glory.

You ghosted one of your fingers along the side of his cock, feeling how it throbbed for your attention. "Is this my cock tonight, do I own this?"

"Yes." He shuddered. "You own it, take it, do whatever you want with it babygirl."

You considered your next move, but you started speaking before you could shy away entirely. "If it's mine, well then it should probably taste like me, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please." He tilted his hips back, clearly thinking you were going to take him in.

You pinched the skin of his stomach, getting him to look at you. You achieved another surprise when you drew your cheeks in, gathering all of your saliva to the tip of your tongue. You looked down to his cock and confidently shot the spit down onto his tip.

"Holy- mm. When did you get so good at this?" He asked, pounding his ankles against the mattress in a brief attempt to get some of this desperate energy out.

"I learnt from the master. My very patient, very thorough master."

You turned the toy on again, using the trio of the letter X that was inked onto his skin as your guiding point. You placed the head of the toy here, with him whimpering in response.

As he was being rocked by these pulsations, you pushed forward, letting your labia majora open around his length. His cock nestled perfectly into this wet area and you rolled your hips to run him along your clit.

"Oh, Dami…" You whined as tingles radiated out from this point of contact, filling your thighs with twitches.

"Please let me fuck you." There was a strain in his voice and you could feel him trembling beneath you.

You wanted to stretch this moment out, giving your clit the slow attention it had been hungering for. You drew yourself up and then back down his cock with controlled movements of your hips. You savoured every one of his strangled noises, each one more erotic than the last. You wanted to remember every detail, to come back to this with perfect clarity of how helpless he had looked.

"Oh please…" He moaned. "Please let me fuck that wet pussy, I'll make you feel so good, please."

He was arching his back, trying to make his own moves, despite the fact that he was in restraints. It would have been easy to let him take over and you knew it wouldn't lead to a disappointing conclusion. 

But treating him as a submissive had gotten you this far and you wanted to keep going, to let this playing reach its own ending - you didn't want to interrupt this flow.

Your hips started to pick up speed, your need for greater stimulation betraying your plans of something more gradual.

"Oh, please, please." He sputtered. "Just the tip. What if-..." His chest heaved over desperate breaths, the chain rattling as he strained against the cuffs more. "What if I just put the tip in? Could I- un fuck! Please just- God, I'm so sensitive, I need to just… just the tip, please."

He sounded crazed, unable to keep quiet and you were amazed, daunted. 

You leant down, your mouth dry as you wondered how much longer you could keep this going. You hovered above his face, watching him squirm. "Oh Daddy, you wanna fuck me so bad." You lifted the pearl necklace, moving the thinner strands up over his bottom lip. “You’ve never begged me like this, ever. You only wanna put the tip in?”

“I just need to…” He whimpered, eyes meeting yours. “I just need to be inside of you, babygirl, please.”

You held yourself still, letting his tremors work themselves out against you. You moved the vibrating toy leisurely across his skin, drawing a horizontal line over the area. His breaths rattled and you watched the chords on his neck stand out, his composure ready to leave him.

“Are you gonna be able to wait ‘til I tell you to come?”

He moaned, teeth clashing against the pearls in his mouth. “Yes, I’ll be good for you. I’ll do whatever you say. Please, please just let me inside. I need to be inside of that wet pussy.”

You pushed through the shake in your voice to keep talking, to keep playing this role. “Okay, but I want more than just the tip.” You turned the wand off and placed it aside. “I want so much more.” You put a hand to his throat, squeezing a little, letting him feel your nails dig into the skin. “I want all of it, Damiano.”

“All of it, all of me, take it- take all of me.” He babbled, his legs bending, which brought you forward a bit more, more of your body weight resting against his dick. “All of it, use me, use me, please.”

You moved the pearls out of his mouth, making room between his lips for your own. You slid your hand up to his cheek as you moved up his chest some more. Your dripping cunt getting closer to letting him in.

As you lifted your hips, you kissed him. Your lips immediately cradled his top lip with you running your tongue along the inside of it, even though it was already so wet. The chains rattled and his legs lifted higher still, you could sense him wanting to take the control back.

You lined your slit up with his dick, you could already feel him throbbing. His bottom lip trembled, unable to stay consistent on your mouth. You drank in all of his whimpers and moans, letting the desire swell in your chest.

You gripped him, slowly filling yourself with his length as your desires combined. You slid down upon what was already moistened with your arousal, almost down to the base. 

You kissed him deeply, the two of you passing desperate whines between your mouths. You were feeling all of your sensitivities more, you were already so tight around him, so ready to lose your mind to his movements.

Some minor, experimental pumps were enough to have you aching all over, needing to feel his throb with everything that you had. You broke away from kissing him, ready to sit up. Before you did, you secured your fingers around the strands of the pearl necklace, lifting it up to his mouth again.

His eyes met yours, focused through his fevered needs. “You’re doing amazing, kitten.” He licked his lips. “You’re so good at this.”

You smiled, kissing him on the cheek as you placed the ball-gag between his lips. You moved your hands around to the back of his head and you changed the position of the necklaces latch, keeping it securely here.

The gag wasn’t enough to silence him, his needy cries remained present in the still air of the bedroom. But that wasn’t the point, it was about the image and how it added to the shockwaves that wanted to take over your body.

You sat up and arched your back, feeling him close to your g-spot. You grinded down, bringing more of him into you, letting him feel even more of your spasms around him.

“Uh… oh, fuck…” You gasped, keeping yourself still any longer was not an option.

You wanted to fall apart, barely bracing yourself with your knees on either side of his hips. You pumped yourself up-and-down on him, your heart lodged into your throat as he followed you into a hungry pace.

His nostrils were flared, moans coming from deep in his throat, a series of wordless sounds of encouragement. “Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm!” His jerky movements matched his loud noises.

You lurched forward, grabbing for the headboard. You worked yourself against him, his engorged cock rubbing at your g-spot. At a brutal pace, you felt yourself getting closer to your release. You shuddered and clenched around him, wonderful heat spreading throughout your whole body.

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.”

“Yes.” You moaned, your voice breaking. “Ah, God- who’s the… unf, who’s the cumslut now?”

“Mm, mm.”

There wasn’t any time between the collisions, your bodies bouncing against the mattress, rocketing into one another. You couldn’t stop, you couldn’t catch your breath. You could feel how close you were to the edge.

“Oh, God- I’m gonna- gonna… ah! I’m gonna come.” You cried out, over the sounds of your cunt working him over. “I’m gonna come. Shit, uh. Come with me.”

You half-collapsed onto him, your energy ready to leave you. Your chin tucked down to your chest as one ragged breath followed the other. He guided you through, noisily working up into you until you were convulsing into your orgasm.

You spilled yourself around him as he pummelled into you. Your chest constricted and you slumped on top of him. You rested your cheek against his skin, your mouth gaping open. You continued to spasm around him, milking out all of his release.

You were shivering as you rolled onto the bed, feeling a sheen of sweat all over your body. You struggled for breath, reaching up to remove the shackles from his wrists. He instantly detached the ball-gag from around his head and came in closer to you.

“Holy shit…” He wrapped his arms around you. “You did… wow, you really fuckin’ did that, huh? How do you feel?”

“Really tired, that was just so intense and I- I don’t have any energy left, oh at all. I’m gonna pass out here, okay? And you can just do whatever you want.”

"Did you still want me to write on you?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, definitely. I just- where's my pearls? I wanna…" You accepted them into your trembling hands. "I wanna wear them."

You secured the choker around your neck, comforted by that familiar smoothness on your skin. You rolled onto your back, hearing him uncap the marker.

"Did I spit on you enough?" You asked.

"Yeah, are you kidding? I didn't have to ask you to do that. Insanely hot." He picked up some of the bedsheet to wipe across your skin, wiping up your sweat before he started to write on your stomach. "There isn’t a quota I was expecting you to hit- you just do what feels right, do what feels sexy."

"I called you a cumslut, was that okay?" You asked.

"It's what I am, baby." He said. "What's going on with your praise kink right now? Do you want me to give you a grade?"

"I dunno, maybe. I just- are you sure that I did okay?" You asked as he printed careful letters across your flesh. "Like, I had fun and, don't get me wrong, I really loved having you beg, but I just- up until the end there, it just didn't fully feel natural and-..."

"It's okay." He said soothingly. "You just have more fun when you're the sub, is that it?"

You nodded. "Yeah…"

"What do you look so upset for?" He asked. "Hey, sit up, look at me, please." He grabbed your hands, pulling you into a sitting position. He settled between your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist. "You did amazing, but if that didn't suit you, if that didn't make you feel your kinkiest fantasies- it's fine. I'm just really happy that you were willing to try it and maybe you found something you did like and wanna try that again, we can, if not- whatever. I just wanted you to feel empowered to do what feels good for you.

"But I'm not disappointed. I really had fun and you blew my mind, do you know why?" He trained the marker back to your skin. "Because you're a good kitten."

You ran your hand through his hair. "I love you."

"And I love you, you're so sexy, so willing and so corrupt." He said. "Now, why don't you lay back and let Daddy take care of you in just the way you like, okay?"

You returned your head back onto the pillow, enjoying the slight tickle of him writing on you. "So, you were happy to not have any control, to get no say over what happened and when?"

He paused, the pen leaving your skin as he looked up at you, eyes wide. "You know what- I left a lot of my spit on your necklace there, how about you put that in your mouth and clean it up for me, hm?"

You rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as you readjusted the gag to place it in your mouth. Your eyes began to flutter shut and you relaxed, letting your mind go blank as you became content.

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[khaleesiofalicante]

I was randomly thinking about the firstprince 'discourse' on Star Wars and how that would manifest in the rwrb au. I genuinely can't see David being interested in Star Wars (you do you, babygirl) and I didn't want to include Harry Potter (since Casey McQuiston also removed the HP references in the rwrb new versions). So, I was thinking about what film/media Mavid would both really enjoy but still disagree on. And I found it!

It's Disney! These are Disney bitches!

The following snippet was written at 4 a.m. after I was bullied by @springlily25 via WhatsApp.

“Cinderella and Snow White?” Max asked furiously. “You’d prefer Cinderella and Snow White over Moana and Coco?” 

“Yes,” David replied. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Max demanded. He was kinda used to yelling at David over their late night phone calls now. The other man is absolutely ridiculous. The yelling was warranted. 

“Can’t a man like classics?” David asked him. 

“Those classics are outdated as fuck,” Max growled into the phone. “They are not inclusive, they are so stereotypical and not to mention it’s all so anti-feminist.” 

“Anti-feminist?” David asked. 

“Oh, look at me. I’m a helpless little girl who only cares about dresses and going to balls,” Max whispered in a feminine voice. “Come on, dude. It’s so not feminist.” 

“So, what does that mean then?” David asked. “The point of feminism is to be independent and fierce and bold?” 

“Duh,” Max said. 

“I don’t think that’s true,” David said after a short pause. “ Feminism is about making sure you can be whoever you want to be. Feminism means that there is no right way to be a woman and regardless of what kind of woman you want to be, there will always be systematic barriers. Whether you’re a woman who wants to go to war and be a badass or whether you’re a woman who wants to stay at home and take care of babies, you are still going to suffer and you’re still going to be held back because you are a woman. If feminism dictates, what women should do and shouldn’t do, that’s not feminism at all. That’s still the patriarchy. For the record, I think it was absolutely badass of Cinderella to go to a ball. She never went to the ball to see the prince. She went to the ball because she wanted to have fun. She just wanted to go to a party, Max, why would you be mad at her for that?” 

Max was quiet for a long time. Partly because he never heard David so many words in a row and never so quite passionately. And he didn’t expect to like all the words as much as he did. 

Maybe he was wrong. Maybe David could teach him a thing or two. 

“I’m sorry,” Max said, because his parents raised him with right. “You’re right.” 

If the situation was reversed, Max would have laughed loudly, and made fun of David. But David didn’t do any of that. When he spoke, he sounded a little embarrassed. 

“I’m sorry too,” David said. “I didn’t mean to get quite so intense and passionate.” 

“ I like you intense and passionate,” Max quipped and David coughed on the other end of the call. “Reminds me that you’re not a robot.”  

David huffed at that. “But I went on a rant. That was a rant, wasn’t it? I’m not exactly allowed to talk about things like that, so when I do get the opportunity, I tend to babble a bit.” 

“You should babble more,” Max hummed. 

“I literally can’t,” David chuckled dryly.

“Why not?” Max demanded. “Do you know how many people look up to you? Especially little kids! You’re a fucking prince. It’s important that people like you share your opinion on stuff like this.” 

“I… I realize that, but as I said, I can’t,” David said quietly. 

“Why the fuck not?” Max pushed, he was good at that. “You are allowed to have opinions and talk about things too.” 

“I’m a prince,” David chuckled, his tone drier than before. “The moment an opinion leaves my mouth, it turns into a statement.” 

Max knew that. He was the son of the President for crying out loud. Of course he knew that. And he hated that. 

“Well,” Max said eventually. “That’s just sad.” 

David was quiet for a moment before he finally responded. “Yes, that is indeed sad.”

[lucreziaq2001]

•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: Bullying the victim is blamed for and the culprit partially tries to justify, mentions of the fact that someone was humiliated in front of all his friends and his bad boy reputation was kind of ruined, mentions of the fact that a girl apparently made most of her schoolmates uncomfortable and of fights between her and another girl, plus this other girl being referred to as "vicious" by her former boyfriend and a man trying to flirt (in a way) with the daughter of the writer who is questioning him.

•Some of the lines are almost the same that are in a scene of the "Cold case" episode this story is inspired by. I did modify them a bit, though. I didn't just copy and paste them.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @avis-writeshq, @chrrysgirl, @hugyourlungs, @achillmango, @marie-sworld, @iluvreid, @babygirl-garcia, @rynwritesreid, @strangermoonlove.

The bridge to Heaven

Chapter 6: Aaron Hotchner

After hearing what Matthew had to say, as the man had predicted, everyone almost immediately agreed to cooperate.

"Good. Then if it's okay with you, I'd like to ask you some questions in another room, one person at a time" David then said, and again, everyone agreed to it.

It took longer that time, maybe because they understood that even though Dave wasn't a policeman and hadn't used the word "interview", they were considered suspects.

In the end, however, they accepted.

Aaron asked to be the first person to be questioned, just as David hoped, so the two men went into the dining room and closed the door, then the interrogation began.

"Aaron Hotchner. Elizabeth Prentiss has told me a lot about you" Dave began.

He wasn't lying.

The day after the one of their brief meeting, Emily's mother had asked one of the nurses at retirement home she lived in to look up David's phone number and had called him, mainly to talk to him about the difficult relationship between her daughter and Aaron Hotchner.

"You had quite the bad boy reputation in high school. Ladies' man, cool car" he added a few seconds later, and Aaron laughed, clearly pleased that Dave knew those things about him too.

"I still have it, actually, it's in my garage. Maybe your middle daughter wants to come take a spin. Her name is Diane, right? I've heard she's single and she and I are almost the same age" he then said, and although David didn't like the fact that Aaron was practically hitting on his daughter, he couldn't help but smile.

"Some people, at least for certain things, never change" he thought, shaking his head, then he decided to continue with the interrogation.

"I'll ask her" he replied "But let's get back to us now. People still remember those crazy races near the pine forest".

"Undefeated. All through high school" Aaron boasted "That car was like a rocket".

"Oh. Actually, I heard a different story" David replied, finally getting to the point "One night, you lost a race and were humiliated in front of all your friends by a girl".

"Who? Emily Prentiss? Oh, she wasn't like other girls" Aaron replied.

Thankfully, he had clearly changed his opinion on Emily over the years.

"You used to bully Emily at school, and after she showed you off, you only hated her more" Dave said, and as a response, at first Aaron just nodded.

"Now I regret what I did, but I also still partly think that if she had just dressed like a woman, no one would have made fun of her" Aaron told him, partly trying to justify the actions of his teenage self.

"You felt threatened by her, didn't you, Aaron?" Dave then asked him, irritated by the man's attempt to blame Emily for his mistakes.

"She made me feel uncomfortable, actually!" Aaron responded "She did it to everyone, even the girls".

"Are you saying Emily had argued with one of them too?" David then asked, not really expecting those words from the man sitting in front of him.

"Oh, yes!" Aaron exclaimed "I think you know how some women are: vicious. And my girlfriend at the time was just like that".

Then he too, just like Elizabeth Prentiss had done over the phone, began to talk about an event he had kept secret for almost fourty years.

[baubuttercup]

Mini Garcia pt1/ Spencer Reid

Summery: Y/N is the new Tech Analyst intern under her mentor Penelope Garcia and has just started her first day at the BAU. During a case Y/N get a few calls from a not so familiar boy genius who seeks her help...or does he seek more? 

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning: Fluff/none 

A/N: This is the first of many stories i will be writing and i look forwarding to writing more. I haven’t fully edited it but hope you enjoy it :)

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“you will be fine trust me, you are already a natural and thats coming from yours truly” you were so nervous because today was your first day working at the BAU as a Tech Analyst Intern. Penelope was the one who got you the job working along side her. She was your teacher, mentor, and even your close friend and you knew working with her would be nothing less than entertaining. “P what if they don’t like me or I don’t fit into their group, you told me that they were like family” you followed the women wearing a floral dress with glittery high heel through the halls of the FBI coming to a stop next to two glass doors. “Y/N before we go in you are going to take three deep breathes and snap the hell out of it, cause you my little prized protege, will fit in just fine, so stop over thinking and pull yourself together”. I inhale three breathes before she pulled the glass door opened guiding me into a large room which from memory i think she had called it the “Bullpen”.  As we walked in i noticed in the corner of my eyes a man and a women eyeing me up and down. The man was large and muscled, he was appealing to the eye, just not preferably my type “Babygirl who is this fine little thin-” Penelope put her hand out barricading me from the man “cool it hot cakes, she is pure” I chuckled under my breath at her immediate response “This Derek chocolate thunder Morgan is the new Intern, working beside me as i mentor her into become the next best Garcia, Y/n meet Derek Morgan” we both extend our hands to go in for a friendly handshake “Oh and this fine ass piece of women is Jennifer Jareau” I smile shaking the pretty blondes hand “JJ for short its lovely to meet you” she hesitated for a moment before continuing “You seem so young, if you don’t mind me asking how old you are” I nervously try not to stutter upon my words “Oh um-m yeah i’m 20, but I got into the early acceptance program for computer programming and coding at Georgetown and now i’m here” Derek and JJ both exchange stairs before Derek opens his mouth “you, princess should meet our resident genius, i’m sure you two would get along quite well” JJ chuckles before giving Derek a smirk “OH YES how could I have forgotten about boy genius, where is he by the way” A tall dark haired man and a slightly shorter Italian looking man appeared from behind us “Reid and Prentiss are at a conference they will be meeting us in San Francisco” He looked intently at the group surrounding me then turned to look at me “You must be Y/N L/N, i’m Aaron Hotchner but please call me Hotch, and this is David Rossi, we are happy to have you on board, Garcia has spoken very highly of you” both men shake my hand firmly “I’m glad to be on board sir and thank you for this amazing opportunity” Hotch goes to say something before he was cut off by a text message appearing on his phone. “Wheels us now, they need us down their asap, Garcia brief us on the plane” and with that they were all making their way to the elevator. “Come on little Einstein we have work to do”

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Garcia had just finished briefing the team on the case they were assigned to. From what i could catch it was about a Zodiac killer who had been killing over a decade ago and has recently just started up again. I tried to listen in and take note on everything Garcia was doing because god knows this job is fast past and i don’t want to fall behind on my first day. I found myself continuously zoning out thinking back to what that Morgan guy said about a “resident genius”. Who was he and why was Morgan so sure we would get along. So many questions were crossing my mind, before i heard Garcia’s voice continuously saying “Earth to my little oracle, hello, Y/N come back down to earth little one” i snap back to reality seeing Garcia waving her hand in front of of me “oh sorry- P who was that resident genius Morgan spoke about earlier” she spun in her chair making eye contact with me smirking “Oh my god yes Reid, how could i forget again. So you didn’t meet Emily Prentiss she is a total kick ass babe who is super cool and Spencer Reid who is a total genius with an eidetic memory and a whopping I.Q of 187″ i began to open my mouth to say something when Garcia interrupted “you guys would totally be so cute together, i need to set you two up, it would be a match made in heaven” I blush, a little taken back by the abrupt comments made by Garcia who is now really cheery “P calm down i haven’t event met the guy and i think you are a little in over your head” she looks at me still smirking “you are already intrigued by him aren’t you” just as i was about to stop her, the computer phone began to ring and the caller I.D was most clearly someone i didn’t even know yet but for some reason already was under affect by “ANSWER IT” Garcia motioned to the headset on my head “no i don’t even know what to say” she pointed at me with her fluffy unicorn pen “answer the phone i trained you for this” I reluctantly answered and within seconds i was met with a masculine yet soft voice on the other line “Hey Garcia I need you to track the ISP of the user who entered the spam comment to an internet cafe” I immediately got butterflies in my stomach, no stop Y/N you have never met this person and Garcia is just getting in your head, you continue to remind yourself. “U-mm i’m sorry I-I’m not Garcia i’m Y/N L/N the new Tech Analyst intern” I began to fidget with my figures staring between the plasma computer screens and Garcia “Oh Hi, I’m Reid, I mean I’m Spencer, let me start over I’m Dr Spencer Reid but you can call me Spencer or Reid, nice to meet you” my nerves begin to calm at the sound of his voice and the fact that he sounded just as nervous as me. I look to Garcia as she was smiling and motioning her hands to continue the conversation “Oh um-m sorry, you needed me to track the ISP of the user who entered the spam comment to an internet cafe...right?”I patiently await his response, which seemed like forever “Yeah, if you can do that, that would be great, thanks” I look to Garcia once again as she gives me a reassuring smile of encouragement before i turn to the monitors and type away, I remember everything Garcia taught me about the bureau system and was surprising easier to manoeuvre once actually assigned to a task “Hey um Reid, you still there?” thinking maybe he hung up “still here buttercup...um i mean Y/N” Garcia nudged me overhearing what Reid had just said and was cheering in the air, I quickly regained focus “so yeah unfortunately the unsub used a prepaid credit card, so I don’t have an I.D, i’m sorry” i felt my nerves regain their position in my stomach as i thought i didn’t do a good job “Thats okay, thanks for your help L/N and am excited to meet you in person, hopefully soon” I blush quickly at his comment, this going unnoticed by Garcia who is in her own world of happiness at the moment. “Yeah same goes for you, take care and if you need anything else you know where to find us” I end the call not wanting to make anymore of a fool of myself than i already have “BUTTERCUP, HE CALLED YOU BUTTERCUP” I groan at Garcia’s response already embarrassed by the ordeal “Y/N i know Reid and i have know him for many years, never in my time of being in boy geniuses presence have i ever heard him call someone BUTTERCUP” a million things swoop through my mind in that moment, why did he call me that, was it a fluke, was he just trying to be friendly, what am i saying i have literally never met this guys before its for sure nothing. I turn my head to Garcia giving her a please stop looking at me face, before she puts her hands up in defence” Okay okay i’ll stop, but you guys would make cute babies” she whispered the last part just loud enough for me to catch it. 

--

As time goes on I observe everything Garcia continues to do in order to find the details of the unsub. This job although seeming like fun is very high pressure and i made sure i noted down everything that Garcia done so i didn’t seem like the biggest failure in front of the team, or one team member in particular. The phone rang once again causing Garcia to answer it “He who seeks the queen of all knowledge, speak and be recognised” I chuckle under my breath at the witty response before i felt a tap on my shoulder “Pretty boy wants to speak with you” I give her a confused look “Boy genius, girly” I straighten up and answer my headset “Hello L/N speaking” i try to analyse why on earth he would want to speak with me and before he got a chance to answer a million conclusions were rushing through my mind “Hey L/N, long time no speak” there was a pause in the background before i heard a male chuckle and whisper “thats one way to get the girl Reid” he cleared his throat before continuing on “So i just thought i’d give you more training so can you run something for me” I physically prepare myself for what he is about to ask, ensuring i don’t screw this up “I need you to compile a list of people with I.Qs of 160 and above in the region” I type away trying to speed up so i don’t slow the team down “I’m checking with the bay area mensa society which is kind of slumming cause folks can get in with a measly I.Q of 130″ Reid chuckled at my statement making me feel more comfortable about what i was doing “try and check old school records, we’re looking for someone who is in his 20′s or 30′s” as I am intensely try my best to recover these names it appears in front of me “BINGO, Caleb Rossmore and Harvey Morell, they both have I.Qs over 160 and get this they both use to write about the Zodiac in their junior high school newspaper” I smile at myself, kinda proud at what i just accomplished on my own “thats amazing, thanks Y/N and tell Garcia she has the best intern” I smile to myself satisfied that i done something right and that Reid thought so too. “Yes that’s my little Einstein, ah you are moulding into a beautiful little Garcia, how proud i am right now

--

The team had just got back from catching both Caleb Rossmore and Harvey Morell and Garcia had gone to greet Morgan at the elevators. I had stayed behind packing my belonging as i was ready to head home to my fluffy dog Milo and sleep for hours. A knock on the door startled me. I abruptly turn around and was met with a tall figure who had beautiful brown eyes and shaggy hair. “Hi, I’m so sorry to have startled you, I’m Spencer Reid the one that kept annoying you on the phone” I feel my cheeks heat up from the sight of how pretty this boy was “um yes, i mean no you weren't annoying at all if anything you gave me the training i need, so i should be thanking you, and I’m Y/N L/N” Reid stuck out his hand which took me by surprise because according to Garcia he was not a handshaker and refused to shake hands with anyone, stating that even kissing was more sanitary “Well, in that case i’m glad to be of assistance and its nice to officially meet you Y/N” we stared in each others eyes for a few moments before we were met by Penelope and Morgan “Hey guys you have met, yay, okay now can we go this princess is getting bags under her eyes and those aren’t the kind of bags i want” we all laugh at Garcia’s remark as we start to head towards the elevator. “So I heard you went to Georgetown” i look up at the brunette boy who was gazing down at me “yeah, I actually graduated this year, which i’m kind of sad” “oh why’s that” I look straight into his eyes “I like educating myself, and expanding my field of study is something that i genuinely enjoy, so i’m kind of sad its over, but i’m looking at going for my PHD in Computer engineering” Reid looked me deeper in my eyes without saying anything, just then i heard a murmur “they will make such cute babies and i’m going to be the best godmother” and with that the elevator doors open and we all began to file in. 

I may have just met Spencer Reid but i have a feeling we are definitely going to be getting along.