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applesontheground · 1 month ago

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play the game 'til i'm dead 🧩

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY EIGHT - SWALLOWING & COCKWARMING

major shoutout to @bisexual-horror-fan for giving me a little idea on how to tackle what i already had in the thinktank for this <3 <3

the working title for this one was "a case of epic bad luck" but i ended up changing it last second. seemed too on the nose, but know that the temptation was there.

NSFW | Word Count: 2,205 | Mark Hoffman x Female Apprentice!Reader contains DUBIOUS CONSENT TO MENTIONED SWALLOWING, teasing, predator/prey, manhandling, brief mention of voyeurism but nothing comes of it, edging, mouthfuck 🎼: x

You were working under Jigsaw. Of course you had a little too much interest in playing with the wills of others.

It started casual enough: tapping his shoulder when walking by, adjusting your pants so the arches of your thong showed for a split second, and that wasn’t even including the instance where you bent over, sliding part of your body into an incinerator that was going to be utilized for the next trap just to hang a syringe for an individual to have to crawl all the way inside for. Of course, you tried to do it with your backside still out, but eventually had to bend one knee, slide even further inside.

He was standing a few paces away, having to remain there like a tied up dog while John was in eyeshot just outside of room, able to catch of anything he may do and unaware of what was going on just around the wall. There was a pretty ragged part of himself that didn’t particularly care what Kramer spotted, but he chose to keep control of himself by focusing on something else in the room that needed rigging.

When you slid back out, shirt riding up and showing the matching color of bra, a dropped screwdriver made you look over at him. You two held the stare, and part of you wondered if he knew you were well aware of what you were doing.

A strike of bravery ran through you, and decided you were going to make that clear. You strode over, eyes downcast and smile barely subdued. You then adjusted, bending down in front of him to get the tool, hair curling by the toe of his boot as it hung down, and then handing it over with an innocent murmur. “Dropped this.”

He nodded back slowly, taking it without so much as a cough that resembled thanks. You walked away promptly, asking John about something that needed to be reconfigured somewhere else in the house that was being set up.

It was going to be fine, so long as the constant stayed constant, and someone else was around to keep him in line.

“You guys have to go where?”

Amanda turned to look at you, and explained again, “There’s a problem with a few of the traps over in the warehouse across town. It can be handled by just two of us, so I was thinking that John and I could go take care of it while you two finish up here, right?”

You glanced around the dim workshop, not sure where Hoffman had walked off to, but then you thinly answered, “Sure, think that’s easy enough.”

Most of your tempting had been a couple hours ago, but his hard glares were a sign it wasn’t going to be forgotten, and that you were getting payback the second he had you alone. He wasn’t meatheaded enough to do it with others around, so you comfortably kept walking along that tightrope: licking your fingers before straightening something on the diorama on the tables, stretching rather playfully, and now?

You had just set up the stage for the moment these two would drive away.

The other woman seemed to read something akin to what was going through your mind in the way your calm expression twisted a little, and she walked over carefully. “Are you worried about being left alone with him?”

Your eyes shot up from staring at the table, and playing dumb you asked, “Should I be?”

Amanda scoffed, “No. He’s surprisingly fair when it comes to…how he treats women. Doesn’t take advantage – and I would know, both of us scoured his records after he started working with us.” You tilted your head, matching her halfhearted smile. She then touched your shoulder, and assured you, “Really, he’s safe. …And if he isn’t?” Her fingers slid off your shoulder, “We’ll take care of it.”

You grinned now, and finally sighed, “Alright, alright. You guys have my burner number if you need anything. Or his, but-“

Amanda started walking backwards, and she quickly declared, “I’d call you, [Y/N].” You laughed now, but as soon as she smiled to signal her exit and turned her back to you, your eyes widened. Quickly, you scoured the room, hearing John and Mark discussing something casual in the other room. Most likely the same thing she just told me, you figured. You started looking around for good hallways to slink off to, somewhere to hide while hopping a little in place, unable to just stand there.

It was idiotic to admit this prospect excited you, but remembering the few times you had seen what he does to people who’ve caused him problems, the pit in your stomach fluttered in both terror and arousal.

The doors to the warehouse slid shut somewhere on the other side, and the sound of footsteps now approaching the room you were in made you brace. You rushed over to a nearby shelf, pressing into the shadows and watching for his entrance. He wouldn’t be hard to miss, squared shoulders coming into view.

“Think you’re funny, huh?” He asked, “Well, let’s see how hilarious this mess can get, [Y/N].” You swallowed hard, seeing him circle the table you had just been standing at. Your heart raced, not able to see where he was looking, and whether or not he could see as clear in the dark as you were. When a turn of his head swiveled back to stare straight, right where you would be in a clear line of view, you shot out to make it for the door.

What you had advantage for in speed he did in strength, one yank of the hem of your shirt making your feet slip under you in a botched run and torso slam into the doorway, his own weight shoving you twice as hard into it from the back.

“John was telling me your ability to anticipate how plans are going to pan out was growing sharper since he dragged you into all of this.” He then spoke, taking your upper arm that wasn’t pushed into the wall and twisting it behind your back, “I disagree. This is turning out pretty poor for you as far as I can tell.”

You winced, but then let out a laugh, “Shit, I try not to assume it’s gonna work out in my favor every time, but this was really unexpected.” You let him pry you off the doorway, and mentioned, “Amanda told me you were going to be harmless.”

He grimaced at that, eyes narrowing as you then asked, “Well, and speaking of the others, if Dr. Gordon comes in here?”

“Neither of us should be thinking that far ahead.” He muttered down at you, his eyes catching an open spot on the table and turning you around with him. You made this last part hard, slamming your shoulders into his chest and finally groaning in a satisfied defeat as he got you doubled over the hard surface, an ugly clang echoing through the room.

His will was fun to play with, but now it was your turn. He took a second as his hand snaked around, undoing your belt and finally getting to see the underwear you had merely shown glimpses of in its full appearance.

He lingered on it for a second, and you were surprised he knew what taking its time meant as you enjoyed the pause before they were pulled aside and a middle finger slid through, bumping your entrance and not even taking the time to tease.

“Oh, give me a break.” He muttered, craning down to loom over you and speak directly against your face, “You’re that wet before I even did anything?” You looked down at what he was doing, unable to make eye contact as he muttered another curse, pulling away and wasting no time replacing his finger with the tip of his cock.

You let out a strained noise, almost hurt as he slid halfway in, a hand running up your back, under your shirt to feel the bra now, and he then went the rest of the way. You spat through the labor, the initial pain that made you shiver through your words, “You’re just going for it, huh?”

“Oh.”

Your eyes widened again, practically feeling the dread spur your core as he stilled, “I’m not moving, hon.” You squirmed, and he responded by immediately bracing the back of your neck, “And I don’t think you are, either.”

Your breaths were labored, but that was all you gave him at first. Staying still, both arms on either side of your head and his moving to hold you down by your wrists. You set your chin against the table, forming a hunch that you could outwait him.

He was the one who adjusted now, and you quickly bit, “Oh, get a load of this lying bastard.”

“What? I’m not moving.” He lied, another slight pull out before bumping your core again, and the first huff melted into a groan. A spike of bravery, the same one that had been toying with you all evening as you did him, struck again. “I don’t know why I expected you to play fair.”

You clenched your walls around him, the heat from the act (or lack thereof) seeping through to you as the hold on your wrists tightened. He breathed deeply through his nose, and you decided there was a new angle you could take. “I can’t believe I wanted to play with a man who can’t keep his word.”

You smiled, seeing a slight shake in his arms, and his lips purse tight from the corner of your eye as you pressed your ear to the table and spoke over your shoulder, voice trembling and stuttering but continuing to egg on. “Here you are, telling me to stay still when you’re on the verge of fucking my brains out. Wouldn’t that be enough of a rut for the both of us? I don’t even have to come-“

“You’re not going to if you keep talking.” He sputtered, the snarl to his voice making your jaw fall open, and somehow you felt as though he slipped even deeper, holding the position as your voice fell from grace, and you asked, “I th-think I just…” You heaved a breath that jostled both of you slightly, and splayed your legs just a bit more comfortably.

“Sure. I just want you to do it, then.” A twitch in you made you twist the knife, and you even put a little hum to your voice now instead of the brutality you had laced it with, “Please.”

Another awful sound from above was all you got before your hips were released from digging into the table – and then promptly shoved back in. Forming bruises made you yelp as he started taking a pace that was half orchestrated, a decent rhythm, and quickly spiraling out. He released your wrists, one hand now pressing back on your neck while the other hooked around your thigh.

“Stupid whore,” He muttered, and you merely hummed in reply, “Don’t forget how easy it was for me, how badly you fucking wanted this.”

“I do,” You agreed, “And you’re giving it to me. It’s a t-two way street-“ You cut yourself off with another hiccuped moan, jostled to the point your feet barely stayed on the ground as you melted back into his pace, barely heard what he said next.

“This isn’t ending the way you think it is.”

You sighed in relief, an itch feeling closer to being scratched and assuming it meant he was going to let you come, let both of you have some sort of release after the day you spurred on, no consequence for you after all.

That was lost fast, the sensation and warm tickle inside quelled as he suddenly pulled out. You almost had something else to say, whimpering slightly as he pulled you off the table, turning you around. You stayed silent for once, breathing through an open mouth and trying not to beg any more. Still, you gave him one look, and he responded by pushing you down to your knees.

A position you had teased him with before, you realized as you fell forward from another pull of your hair, positioning you to take the erection he still had, blue-balled to hell and back and burning against your tongue, into your mouth. You went all the way back, retching against him and grabbing his knees to brace yourself.

He froze, and suddenly you realized you weren’t just drooling out onto his base. You tried to pull back, begin gagging up the thick semen that was now dripping down your throat, filling your mouth, but he suddenly plugged your nose and held you still as you demurred loudly against him.

When he did pull out, he came down to one knee, hitting your head against the edge of the table and covering your mouth.

“Swallow it.” He demanded, and when you made eye contact but stopped struggling against him, stunned from the bump your head had taken, he nodded with his hair slipping into his face. Your breaths were muffled against his hand, but you supposed the best thing to do was play with him, not against him. He seemed to agree too, feeling you shudder as your throat finally started to take it down and your eyes closed.

“Good girl.”

#mark hoffman x reader #jigsaw x reader #slasher x reader #kinktober 2024 #notsfw #✏️#🧩#LOVE listening to era vulgaris as a whole and thinking about him tbh

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thefirstknife · 1 year ago

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Getting real sick of a certain subset of Destiny players complaining that it’s a baby game and crying to Bungie to nerf exotics and abilities when their ENTIRE POINT IS TO BE STRONG in specific ways as if they are being locked into using them.

IF YOU WANT AN EXTRA CHALLENGE STOP BEING SUCH A DPS GOBLIN AND JUST EQUIP SOMETHING THATS NOT TOP TIER META AND STOP COMPLAINING JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

MOOD. Go off.

It's incredibly annoying to me. They always use the argument of "the game should FORCE me to do things, I should not SELF-IMPOSE challenges." And like. ? I'm sorry but what? It's a video game for a big audience, it's here to be playable and accessible to the widest possible playerbase. There are plenty of ways to make the game difficult for yourself, so knock yourself out if that's your thing, but don't force others into it.

Like, I enjoy hard content, I regularly at least attempt day 1 raids, I do master raids, GMs, solo and solo flawless content and all that. But only when I want to. Sometimes I don't and I don't want to suffer in a patrol zone or struggle in a seasonal activity I'm doing for the story. The majority of the players don't want that. Designing games for the professional gamers only has NEVER been a good idea and never will be. Fifty streamers can't sustain a video game. It needs casual players who will want to come back to the game instead of feeling defeated.

One of the reasons I really enjoy helping others is because I know that casual players tend to struggle in stuff that's basic activity for me. I've seen people unable to get through a strike. I've sat for 10 minutes rezing someone who couldn't do the jump in a seasonal activity. I want those people to be able to play basic content without feeling frustrated and I want them to know that there are people out there who will help them out.

And this doesn't apply just to basic content, although it should start with that. I think all dungeons and raids and everything should be things that all players can complete. Fine, doing a master raid with all challenges should be tough, but it should be achievable with time and practice, not impossible. What a lot of these "pros" want is just completely divorced from reality.

It takes days and days of practice every time a new master raid is out for me and my team (all with thousands of hours of playtime) to get comfortable to finally finish it. We're far from casual players and it still takes a lot of time to be able to finish hard content. Making it even harder is insane to me. Like, if something is so hard that my team full of people, each with 5000+ hours of playtime and a coordinated team that's been raiding together for years now can't finish it, that means it's absolutely impossible for probably 90% of the playerbase. That's wild to me. Raids and GMs should have more people playing them. If master raids are too easy for you, Mr. I-Play-Destiny-For-A-Living, that's on you buddy. Unequip the super god tier god roll meta guns and loadouts or play something else.

And ofc, another excuse they make is "if I don't use meta, I am not going to win a raid race!" Then don't. Idk. Let me play you the tiniest violin. This affects literally nobody except a grand total of 50 people. Run your meta in day 1, and play with random shit otherwise. Play raids with all white weapons. Play without mods. Play without a HUD. Do things solo only. I don't know, make up a way to spice things up for yourself. I'm not interested in that and neither are 99% of the players out there. The game is genuinely hard enough for the majority of the players. On top of that, I am here to feel like a powerful space fantasy superhero. I am NOT here to die to dregs in patrol zones. If there's ONE thing that I know for a fact that put people off from Lightfall (as in this year of Destiny), it's the difficulty changes. They're annoying, frustrating and for some a barrier to entry more than anything else.

#destiny 2 #gameplay #ask #long post #i really do love helping but i can't not feel bad because once the people i helped are out of my fireteam...#...there's no telling what other experiences they'll have #there's so many speedrunners and people who don't care and people who just aren't helping and are instead mocking others #you can only do so much for a few people you see in activities #this season's activities are super tough. every time so far I've played everyone in the team was struggling #i'm gonna have to start going into altars of summoning with my full support build warlock just to sit in there and help people #istg the 'pros' have to get their loadouts restricted. go play with non-god tier armour sets and guns #equip the same loadout that some casual player has available and let me see you then #this idea that everyone has minmaxed best equipment available at all times is bizarre. please get your head out of your ass #'i have perfectly rolled all artifice armour with perfect stat exotics for every loadout because i have infinite time to grind' okay dude #most of us aren't being paid to play destiny. lmao #'the game used to be hard' no. you got better. you mastered it #why is this so difficult to understand. everything is hard when you first start. 5000 hours later it no longer is #the game is fine. the 'health of the game' is fine. you mastered it and outgrew it #either impose challenges on yourself or find something else #like. when i first started GMs they were almost impossible for me #now i play them for fun. they're still challenging but they're not the same level of hard and I'm fine with that #i enjoy them as content and they're still entertaining #and when a new GM comes out it's a new challenge to master so it'll be hard at the start #as everything ever in the world #if that's no longer enough for you then you just outgrew the game and should probably move on #the only reason why some things used to be hard was poor quality of life that got improved over time #not being able to mantle in d1 is not difficulty. it's just not good design. it was fixed and improved #the bitching about light 3.0 as well. man. just don't use the 'OP' fragments. it's so easy to unequip them #i personally love the variety and all the options i have now as opposed to before #okay tag essay done. fhkajhakfhksjf

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multiwreckedmess · 2 years ago

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Oral Assistance

Summary: Desk buddy with your boyfriend Yeosang Pairing: Yeosang x gn!reader (no pronouns/terms of endearment used) WC: 1,250~ (h-how?) CW: Smut, no plot. As always specific TW are under the cut

AN: Omg the oral series rides again! Yeosang brainrot strong. Gaming brainrot strong. Once again, not edited, purely indulgent, meant to be just for fun for me to get over being a perfectionist and just get work out there. Sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes. Check out my masterlist for more of this series or for more polished works!

TW: Slight voyeurism, slight corruption??? Maybe?? SLIGHTLY sub!Yeosang. Prior established relationship. Please do not do this without the expressed consent of the parties who may overhear. IDK as this is not a particular kink for me but in all sexual acts consent is EXTREMELY important. This is a work of fiction, not a guide for how things should be handled.

“Excu-wait-what are you doing?” Yeosang stutters, blush creeping up his neck as he struggles to maintain focus on his game. Your hand rests on his crotch, casually cupping him in his boxers. Giving him your best doe eyes you reply, “nothing.” “One sec guys!” He calls before lifting the arm of his mic. His eyes remain glued to the screen in front of him as he steals glances at you, forefinger clicking away. “I’m in the middle of a game,” he gulps. You can feel him stirring in your palm. “Okay? I don’t mind,” you let the tips of your fingers graze him over his boxers, “that is, if you don’t mind?” His cock twitches expectantly. It’s hard to contain your smile. “Yes! No. I don’t mind. I mean I’d like it very much. Yes. I want.” Stumbling cutely through his thoughts, his biceps tense and teeth grit as his avatar is pulled into the center of a very violent mauling from the enemy team. As suddenly as they attack its over, his screen goes grey and he flexes his fingers. Leading his head back the noise that comes from him starts as a frustrated groan and morphs into a delicious half moan half growl as his lids flutter shut. “You sound so pretty my Yeosang. Even when you’re upset.” His cheeks flush at the compliment, head angling away from you, embarrassed, his little heart-shaped birthmark highlighted perfectly. Eyes closed with his hair splayed out on his headrest his jaw looks impossibly sharp, cheekbones chiseled. Truely a living statue. With a small smile he gestures his chin at you expectedly, pursing his lips into a shy kiss which you indulge with a soft peck.

Close to his headphones that you can hear he is still in voice chat, muted, but able to hear his teammates bantering and the timer counting down his imminent respawn. With a wicked grin you slide between him and his computer, butt scooted back on his knees and chest leaning close so he can see over you. “YEOSANG! EARTH TO YEOSANG!” You hear someone shout, “Yer up mate!” The tips of your fingers graze over the skin just above the elastic of his waistband, reading the pattern of ridges and veins that lead you down below the belt. Opting to nuzzle into the side of Yeosangs neck. “I love you so much, Yeo.” He barely chokes back a moan as your fingers trace the veins on his member. Throbbing and fattening up in your hand Yeosang bravely lowers his mic to his mouth. “Hey guys I think-I think I have a migraine coming on...” he fumbles awkwardly through his excuse. A chorus of boos coming over the voice chat. “I can finish out this round...but...” he tries to placate them, still frantically clicking on the screen to direct his avatar as you play with him. It really doesn’t take much to get him going, your soft hands making their way up and down, nails just barely grazing his shaft, it’s enough to ruin his actions per minute in a real way. Not to mention the semi strangled position he has to put himself in to reach the mouse and keyboard. Putting a finger to your lips and winking you slide off of him, disappearing to the dark under the desk. In turn he scoots to the very end of his gaming chair and locks it from tipping backwards. The band of his sweatpants easily slips down enough to tug his cock over it. Restricted by the table top hovering ominously above you, you improvise, taking just the tip into your mouth with your head on his thigh, letting your hand work the unattended area of his shaft. Yeosangs eyes roll back, his teams tight formation slipping as he strains to take a peek down at exactly what you are doing to him. “Are you FUCKING KIDDING me dude?! oh shit-Yeosang, shit-sorry-your migraine-” an explosion of expletives over comms as a teammate is picked off by the enemy team. “Shit, shit, fuuu- so sorry guys-” Yeosang tries to disguise his moans as pangs of pain. He hopes that the noise filter works in his favor for once, hiding the occasional quick slips of groans that manage to escape. You hum and swirl your tongue around the head, a move you know is sure to get a vocalization from him. The bang of his fist against the table top is enough to make you giggle as you continue to tease him. Yeosang is playing his absolute worst and still the teams are tied neck and neck. Frankly at this point he doesn’t really care who wins or loses just that the game ends quickly so that he can rip off his headset and fully enjoy himself. He can barely move his mouse effectively, misclicking several items and ruining his meta. “Whatever,” he thinks, “just blame it on vision spots or something.” Meanwhile his team is requesting a draw from the other players, who repeatedly deny it. “Guys I just-I just don’t know that i can do this-so sorry-gonna-have to take-deserters-” he can barely hold it together between words. Thighs shaking his cock is impossibly heavy with need, leaking salty precum with every lick, swirl and pop of your lips. “Triple-kill.” The glossy robotic voice announces over the headphones. The penalty this time is 1.5 minutes of waiting, unable to fight back against the enemy team. For once instead of hyper focusing and strategizing Yeosang slams his mic up to mute himself and jets away from his desk. You crawl after him, undignified on your hands and knees. “I need to cum please pleasee please-” he pants broken pleas until he’s red in the face. Smiling you finally take him all the way into your mouth, his hips thrusting in short erratic bursts. The sight was everything he’d be unable to fight back to focus on the game. Your eager eyes peering up at him, happily sucking at his swollen cock. Absolutely lewd slurps and gulps coming from your ministrations. The swirling shame and excitement of doing something so risky and taboo mixing in the pit of his stomach. Short explosions of breathy moans follow in time with his hips, unable to push past the tight ring at the back of your mouth. It would be easier if he’d just grab the back of your head to push you just that centimeter more but you knew at least for now he wouldn’t dream of it. Instead you make due, grabbing his clothed ass and forcing your head down the rest of the way, nose flush with his pubic bone. Yeosang sounds just as sweet when he climaxes, normally bassy voice hitting a high strangled gasp. His knuckles whiten as he pushes off the seat of his chair, cock pulsing streams of hot cum down the back of your throat. You eagerly gulp it down, the tense and release of your muscle milking the remininents before releasing him with wet pop.

“DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?” “Hope that shit was worth it bro- I swear to god if we rank-” “-damn it SOUNDED worth it though-” “-no wonder he’s sat at base-” “MY GUUUUYYYYY GET IT YEO!” In his haste the arm of the mic had caught the usb charger and not fully docked in the upright, muted position. The pressure of the bent usb cable slowly working the mic back open, Yeosang would have a lot of explaining to do.

#yeosang smut #yeosang scenarios #yeosang imagines #yeosang hard thoughts #yeosang hard hours #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #TATDISB

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pocket-luv101 · 3 months ago

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Frost // XingYun

Fandom: Genshin Impact Ship: ChongQiu

Summary: Chongyun gets jealous of Gaming.

“My dear Chongyun, won’t you take my side?”

“Xingqiu, it’s not fair to ask Chongyun when you two are dating. It’s obvious that he will side with you.”

Chongyun looked between Xingqiu and Gaming, uncertain of how he should answer. The waitress appeared as lost with what to do as he was. Both Xingqiu and Gaming insisted on paying for the meal. He had never seen such a polite argument where neither of them raised their voice. Yet, he doubted that either would relent to the other. He searched for a compromise that wouldn’t offend Xingqiu or Gaming.

“We still haven’t finished our desert yet. We don’t need to fret over the bill yet. Let’s enjoy the meal since it’s not often we can eat dimsum together.” Chongyun slid his share of ma lai gao towards Xingiu. He knew that he liked baked goods like the sponge cake. Despite being given an array of luxury dishes since his childhood, Xingqiu preferred simple flavours like seafood.

The table settled into a comfortable conversation and the waitress let out a subtle, relieved breath. Chongyun knew that the topic of the bill would inadvertently repeat itself. He stood from the table and said: “I want to order noodles for Auntie Shenhe. I’m going to speak with the chef and ask him if they have the ingredients. I’ll be right back.”

When he started to leave, he noticed how Xingqiu’s brows furrowed. He assumed that he wanted to order another dish. Chongyun leaned over Xingqiu and lightly brushed a stray crumb from the corner of his lips. “I’ll order another portion of ma lai gao for you.”

A bright blush rose onto Xingqiu’s cheeks in time with his touch but Chongyun was oblivious to it. While he was the one to play innocent pranks on Chongyun and tease him, Xingqiu would say that he was worse. They had been friends for years and it was natural for them to be close with each other. Chongyun would casually be affectionate with him and not notice how it made Xingqiu’s heart race.

Chongyun walked to the host stand. He planned to pay for the table so Xingqiu and Gaming couldn’t argue about the bill again. He looked over his shoulder to the table to check that they were distracted. They were too far for him to hear their discussion. He assumed that they were talking about tea since Gaming helped escort his family’s goods to Chenyu Vale. Then, Gaming said something that made Xingqiu’s face turn red.

The two were only friends but a hint of jealousy stirred within Chongyun. Gaming was the opposite of himself. He was easygoing and confident in himself. Moreover, he was able to be himself without having to worry about his yin and yang energy. Chongyun had an excess of yang energy and it was harder for him to keep his qi balanced. He needed to control his emotions and avoid certain things. Xingqiu was supportive of him but there were times Chongyun worried it would affect their relationship.

He forced the self-conscious doubts from his mind and reassured himself that Xingqiu loved him. He turned back to Heli and took out his coin pouch. “Can you have noodles and three desserts to-go? I will pay for everything now—”

“I knew it!” Xingqiu’s sharp tone startled Chongyun. Behind him, Xingqiu stood with a pout and his arms crossed. He tried to reach around him and take the coin pouch from his hand. Chongyun lifted it out of his reach. “I was suspicious when you said that you were going to order food for Shenhe. She works at Xiangling restaurant so Shenhe gets free meals. You’re trying to pay when I already offered to do so.”

“It looks like Chongyun has outsmarted us and he’s the winner of this round.” Gaming said with a light laugh. His charismatic smile helped lighten the atmosphere before it could become an argument. He patted Xingqiu’s shoulders a few times before he gently pulled him back. It was a friendly gesture yet jealousy once more needled him. “Let’s go outside and we can argue who gets to pay next time.”

“It’s not often that we’re able to eat together like this.” Xingqiu relented. “Meet you outside, Yun.”

“I’ll walk you home, Xingqiu.” He offered and held out his hand to him. The Feiyunn estate was a short walk from the restaurant and someone as strong as Xingqiu could defend himself. Chongyun wanted the excuse to spend more time with him. They were always by each other’s side unless their job or a commission called for them to leave Liyue Harbour. Despite that, he took every chance he could to simply be by his side. There were times he worried that his selfish wish would bother Xingqiu.

Xingqiu had the same wish. He reached past his hand and hugged Chongyun’s arm. With a light tug, he pulled him into the shadow beneath the canopy where they had more privacy. He wanted to be openly affectionate with Chongyun and tease him until he became flustered. But he had to be mindful of his servants seeing them.

“I ate more than I usually would. It’s hard to refuse Gaming when he pushes a new dish in front of me. How about I sneak you into my room so we can spar? It’ll help me burn off the meal.” Xingqiu’s giggle appeared innocent but Chongyun could see the mischievous gleam in his gold eyes. He was taught to be a proper son and representative of his family. He felt more free with Chongyun.

“Wouldn’t it be dangerous to practise our swordsmanship in your room? We might damage your books and the furniture. The servants will overhear as well.” Chongyun didn’t understand why Xingqiu burst into laughter. He said: “There’s no need to be secretive. Your family knows that we’re dating. Their only condition is that we can’t let it affect your family’s business.”

“I didn’t mean that we should ‘spar’ in that way, my dear.” He said with a small giggle. “We can take a detour to the garden and train there. I’m in no rush to return home and there’s nothing that requires my immediate attention at the guild.”

Immediately after he nodded, Xingqiu took Chongyun to the garden behind his manor. They slipped past the guards and entered a greenhouse of silkflowers. The soothing scent of the flowers surrounded them and Xingqiu smiled to himself. He trusted that they wouldn’t be interrupted. Silkflowers were delicate and difficult to cultivate so his family only allowed a few people inside.

“It’s obvious that we’re not going to be sparring here.” Chongyun sat next to a bush and carefully cradled a silkflower in his palm. While he wasn’t an expert in flowers, Xingqiu told him about his family’s business. His suspicions were confirmed when Xingqiu slipped the flower from his hand and then sat next to him.

“My father allowed me to oversee a shipment of silkflowers to Chenyu Vale this morning. Of course, he only allowed me to join the caravan because we were short on guards and escorts.” Xingqiu’s lips twisted into a tired smile. As much as he loved his family, his parents could be overprotective. “They tried to dissuade me by saying that Gaming is strong enough to guard our goods but I persisted. I’m a little jealous. Gaming’s work has all the trapping of a chivalric hero.”

Chongyun didn’t know what to say and merely nodded in answer. He worried that he would accidentally reveal how jealous he was if he spoke. It wasn’t because of Xingqiu and Chongyun spending time together. He knew they were just friends.

He wished that he could go on a trip to Chenyu Vale with him. While they would take excursions to Qingce Village, they needed to plan the trip for when they were both free. His work as an exorcist could be unpredictable because he didn’t know where his next commission would take him. If he worked with the Feiyun Guild or the Transport Agency as a guard, he could escort Xingqiu to every corner of Teyvat.

“Yun?” Xingyiu called his name. “You’ve been quiet since this morning. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” He wanted to reassure him but it was impossible for him to lie to him. Chongyun tried to turn away to keep him from seeing the truth. Xingqiu stopped him with a simple touch. He cradled his hand over his cheek and their eyes met.

“Chongyun, I can sense when something’s on your mind. You can talk to me about it. If another person has scammed you or tricked you, I will deal with them.” He admired how trusting Chongyun was and Xingqiu wouldn’t change him for the world. At the same time, he wouldn’t allow anyone to take advantage of him. “So, tell me the person’s name.”

“… It’s me.” He confessed. As embarrassed as he was with his own childish jealousy, he didn’t want to worry Xingqiu by hiding it. Confusion passed over Xingqiu’s face and his frown deepened as Chongyun explained: “Would you be happier with someone like the heroes in martial art novels? They’re free to go on adventures with you because they can take commissions along the way for money. They can try a lot of things with you.”

“I can’t picture myself going on an adventure with anyone other than you, Chongyun. I never saw your constitution as a burden for our relationship. It’s a part of you.” Xingqiu understood Chongyun’s worry underneath his jealousy. He moved closer to him and draped his arms over his strong shoulders. “I like reading novels like that. But, do you remember my favourite story? The Nameless Heroine and the Noble Exorcist.”

“You never told me about that book.”

“Of course, I couldn’t. I read it before you confessed to me. If I told you about the novel, you would realize that I like the book because it’s everything I want with you. A story where the hero and her exorcist can retire happily together. It became harder to tell you about that after we started dating. It’s too corny, isn’t it?”

“No, it sounds perfect.” Chongyun tenderly brushed his bangs from his amber eyes. His fingers trailed over his warm skin until he touched the racing pulse in his neck. The thought of eloping to have a quaint life like the Nameless Heroine and the Noble Exorcist was appealing. However, he wouldn’t change anything about their relationship.

“It might be difficult for you to go guard the caravan with me but there’s something you can help me with. It’s something only you can do.” Xingqiu lifted his wrist to Chongyun’s lips. “The Feiyun Commerce Guild is currently exploring new business opportunities, by adding tea during the fabric-dyeing process to introduce new fragrances. Can you smell the difference?”

Instead of taking his wrist like Xingqiu expected, Chongyun placed his hands on his waist. He pulled him against his body and buried his face into his neck. Xingqiu’s question was meant to tease him and he had pictured Chongyun becoming shy. They needed to be close for him to smell the tea leaves afterall. Yet, it was him who suddenly felt flustered.

He felt his breath against his neck and his heart quickened. The slightest change in Xingqiu caught Chongyun’s attention. He took the hem of his shirt collar between his fingers and examined the fabric’s texture. “Your neck is red. Does the fabric feel uncomfortable on your skin? The Feiyun Commerce Guild sells top quality silk and this new fragrance dye is making the fabric rough. I can’t tell you if your new clothes smell like tea leaves. I just smell silk flowers.”

The floral scent was from more than the garden around them. It was simply Xingqiu. Chongyun always found the scent of silk flowers calming and refreshing because of that. He nestled against his neck and whispered. “I love silk flowers.”

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Some more comments on the demo.

I'm not able to play it because I don't have a PS5 and there won't be one in the cards for a while, but I at least found a good, thorough playthrough that didn't have some streamer yammering over the dialogue, so that will have to do.

I'm writing as a I watch, so there's gonna be a lot here.

Cut for Rebirth spoilers (and a Game of Thrones one) and length.

-I loved seeing Sephiroth act and speak so casually! Back then, he really was just a guy, huh?

-And holy crap, is that seriously Caleb Pierce doing the voice of Shinra Security Officer Who Is Actually Cloud? Kinda on the nose, but I like it. Maybe in Cloud's dumpster fire of a psyche, not only does he remember being the SOLDIER 1st Class, but he remembers Zack as being the security guard.

-OMFG, Master Zangan! LOL, this fuckin guy. Three seconds after meeting Cloud he's feeling him up! And man, he's got some huge Patrick Warburton energy going on.

-Only three beds in the room at the inn? Guess one of the boys is gonna have to double up with Sephiroth.

-Let me just state for the record that I really like Cloud as a character. That said, when he was a teenager? He was, uh...a wee bit of a creeper. His favorite spot to hang out just happens to face what I assume is Tifa's bedroom window. And what does he do when he knows he's alone in the house? Goes into her bedroom and starts going through her stuff. At least the ladies called his ass out for that this time, because that sequence never did sit right with me.

-I'll bet Sephiroth was ready to buy Random Villager Guy a drink. RVG keeping those looky loos and stans away like a champ! He even had to keep them away from the INN! I really understand why he wanted nothing to do with the "hero" role. Yep, let Genesis go be the Taylor Swift of the FFVII-verse and see how HE likes it.

-Tifa is so tiny next to Sephiroth! Then again, everyone is. Dude's a freakin' TANK.

-Wow, that photographer's an even bigger asshole this time around. Seriously, dude? Taking a picture not only without Sephiroth's permission but when his back is turned?

-The "oh...FINE!" body language when Cloud asked, though.

-And I reiterate. Sephiroth. SUCH a bro here. All I hear is Clark Kent when he talks.

-So it just occurred to me that Sephiroth was deliberately the first one to fall in the river because he knew he'd have to save everyone and he didn't even know how far of a drop it was. That bridge collapsed under the sheer weight of his balls.

-And his horror and devastation at losing one of his men will never not gut me. Everyone was dry by the time he got back, so you know he was out there looking for that dude for a LONG time, too. That's a huge change from "sorry for your luck, pal, but we have a mission to finish." That's what makes his tragic fall all the more inexplicable. In the OG, his coldness had you thinking "yeah, I can see this guy having a Face-Heel Turn easy." But here? With him so protective of those weaker than him and his emotional investment in his people? You don't go from that to "burn them all," even when a severe mental breakdown is involved. I may talk more about this later. ("Oh. Yay." --everybody)

-*Sephiroth has joined the party*-

-Serious question: is there anything in the lore that I missed that states there's no PPE that can protect from mako? Because when Sephiroth said "mako this thick is very dangerous," I thought "maybe bring some respirators next time then?" Yeah, probably no NIOSH rating high enough to filter out spirit energy.

-Yep, definitely no love lost between Seph and the sperm donor.

-Yeah, Barret, it's not making a whole lot of sense to me either at this point.

-"Am I even...human?" Fuck. It's going even harder in Rebirth.

-And the library sequence. Double fuck. The rage in his voice at the end. The madness. And that strange breathing after he glitched? I'll bet he was trying to fight off Jenova and he failed. Sorry, Vincent, but I think Seph is the one that should be able to take out Hojo.

Aaaand that's enough self-imposed psychological torture for the day. I can't watch what comes next.

Jenova used his anger, his devastation and his sleep deprivation to get a toehold. Which makes me think, what if in the trilogy's lore she started piloting him? No, I don't mean controlling his mind or even heavily influencing him? What if she's using him as a vessel? I mean like the deities, angels and demons on Supernatural. She's driving the boat now, and he's in the back of his mind screaming, because he's aware of the things she's making her new meat suit do and he can't stop it.

I'm not trying to let anyone's dirty rotten CGI girlfriend-ganking butt off the hook here if anyone wants to accuse me of that sort of thing. I'm merely saying that burning a village full of innocents is not the actions to expect from the Sephiroth we've come to know in the demo. Yes, he's a SOLDIER who has probably had to do some very unpleasant things under orders, but there was no reason for this. Going from zero to genocide straight out of the blue is inexplicable, I don't care how bad the mental breakdown was.

It's just the only thing that makes sense at this point. People like him get angry, sure. They rage, sure. They swear vengeance on the people who wronged them, sure. But they don't kill innocent people because of it and in such a horrific way. At their most violent, they may find Hojo and try to see how loudly and for how long he can scream.

Bog standard villains don't get this kind of "good guy" lead up to their nefarious deeds, and he's getting that treatment big time from both Rebirth and Ever Crisis. That's usually only reserved for the Chaotic Neutral and redeemable types that were supposed to like. There's nothing in that backstory so far to suggest that he was capable of a Nibelheim-level mass murder. Sure, there's headcanons that he was just a fuse waiting to be lit, but nothing official even hints at that. This came out of NOWHERE.

Maybe I'm not seeing the big picture or whatever, but the extreme change in behavior, the senseless violence...why would FFVII do that to the audience? To torture us? That's just cruel. Even Game of Thrones didn't do the audience that dirty with Danaerys Targaryen (if you didn't see her Face-Heel Turn coming from a mile away, you were watching a different show than me, because she was always a Heel. She just brutalized people who had it coming until King's Landing.).

And I'm out. If you've managed to stick around this long or even read this at all, thank you. If you want to argue, please save it for another day because I'm REALLY not in the mood. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go drink. A lot.

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crystalelemental · 7 months ago

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Okay, I'm giving up on Class of Heroes. I do not have the attachment to deal with this.

The specific finisher that broke me is the final boss, Demorea. Even before this, there were two earlier boss fights that effectively came down to "keep reloading and fighting them until you get one with lower HP totals." Each one of them hits for like 700+ damage, which is infinitely more than I can possibly have, takes so little damage even from spells that unless we kill in one round we cannot beat them, and even with my Party Skill to boost team defense, we still all die. The only solution is to mindlessly grind in dungeons until we are statistically strong enough to handle this shit, and I regret to inform you, I am not doing that. I'm sure we saved the day. I'm sure everything's fine. I'm not sticking around to find out.

I want to like this game. I really do. I think I generally like the idea of a dungeon crawler, but this is the least reinforcing game I have ever played. At a bare minimum, your gameplay loop is "go explore, come back to town when you're carrying too much." Easy.

Problem 1: you have to identify the items you got. Hope you have one of two classes that can do that, and also that they're a good enough level to handle the identification if you get bigger items.

Problem 2: If you identify, you then have to divine the alchemy recipe to make it. Most don't show up at all, and you can buy the recipe book, but they're exorbitantly expensive, and you can't know if what you bought is actually for the item you rolled.

Problem 3: Once you make that item, there is an exceptionally high chance that all of it is useless. Items are restricted by class, race, and gender, and more than likely you won't be able to use it anyway. Get a cool scythe usable by the Valkyrie? Oh sorry, you chose Celestia as your race, unavailable. Get a cool bow you want on a Ranger? Sorry, you didn't choose a Fairy, unusable. Hell, I found a super strong weapon that was clearly a boss drop for how expensive it was, only to find out you can only use it if you're male. I do not know how to deal with something like that.

It's awful. "But hey, at least you can level grind, right?"

Problem 1: Accuracy is so bad that you're more likely to miss than hit. I want to say "Thracia accuracy," but Thracia is generous compared to this shit. So level grinding is not only tedious, it's dangerous, because you can just keep missing while opponents beat your ass. Late game, enemies can just casually one-shot your back row for no discernible reason.

Problem 2: Even should you acquire level up, stats can go down. I have had no shortage of level ups where a character will just lose a point or two, gain shit for HP, and be worse after the level than before it.

Problem 3: Before anyone can guess at class allocation being off, know that taking on a new class resets your level to 1. This has a beneficial effect on HP should you just grind back up, as HP doesn't completely reset and early levels are easier to unlock. But it does absolutely annihilate your accuracy, which was already shit.

The game should feel unplayable, by all accounts. The only reason it doesn't is that the game has a surprisingly simple overall feel. I got through pretty much everything just fine, with only the occasional boss giving me any real trouble. But in another bizarre decision, this game randomizes boss HP, so you can just try again and there's a chance they're just overall worse off. Even when I started getting into these nigh-impossible endgame fights, the solution was pretty easy. Turn 1 apply buffs and debuffs, Turn 2 cast the party skill for boosted magic damage and fire. Provided they didn't roll really high numbers, most bosses dropped just fine. The major hiccup and the reason I'm not playing this any further is because the final boss is a two-phase, and there's no way to reliably clear a two-phase fight without grinding, which sucks.

"I mean...shouldn't that just be fairly simple at this point?" You'd think that, but no. As mentioned, late-game enemies can one-shot your back row, and there's a chance Revival fails, leading to becoming ash, which as I understand it is permanent death. Even casual fights that have one move that can surprise you are a huge threat.

But nothing beats the chests. Getting good equipment is fully a matter of opening chests, and all of them are trapped. Well. Not all, but close enough. Without one of the thief-aligned classes, you're basically dead upon opening a chest. With them...you're still probably dead because the game fucking lies to you. You can search it to identify the trap, but then it'll just be a different one half the time, or it'll be the exact one identified and that you attempted to disarm, but it'll go off anyway, and it's not a failed check because failing to disarm will just say "disarm failed," this is a different kind of fucked up event. Which is horrid, because there are some devastating chest effects. Medusa's Eye and Stun Gas are basically party-wipes. In the best case, it misses your healer and you continue no problem. In most cases, it might miss a character or two, but not anyone who can fix the status, leading to leaving. If it hits everyone, you lose instantly. Then there's Reaper's Scythe, which kills someone, leading to the hope they don't turn to ash. And there's one that lowers Stamina, a mechanic that is incomprehensible because it is never explained, but sucks ass.

Apparently, Stamina is age, and the lower the number, the older you get. What happens when you get older? Increased chance of stats going down on level up. Meaning this is, effectively, as good as killing your character forever. It is insane that this is considered something reasonable.

By all accounts the game is beatable. If I really wanted, I could spend the requisite...however long it takes to farm out a bunch of levels for this fight. It can be done. But I have zero interest in it. Runs are already empty enough without this feeling of not being able to make progress until I level like 50 times. I'm out. I'll try Class of Heroes 2, but if mechanics feel the same and I don't have it on good authority it gets better, this one may very well be a trade-in.

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jcmarchi · 8 months ago

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Pepper Grinder is an innovative indie experience, packed with tense battles, fluid platforming, and eye-catching visual design. While its short runtime left me wanting more, I’m happy with what it is: a bright action platformer that’s anything but a grind.

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romantic-flora · 1 year ago

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TIME FOR ANOTHER LONG ONE

Buckle up ladies, gaydies, & theydies, cause Flora's a LITTLE MAD today.

You may have seen my post about River recently. Well I still haven't heard from her but this isn't a tea update I just have A LOT OF FEELINGS about this situation.

So sit down, shut up, and open your ears to one autistic motherfucker raging about social queues.

Like I said before my date with River was probably the best first date I've ever been on. No actually is FOR SURE was. The conversation and flirting had so much chemistry - we couldn't wait two hours to kiss, we had to get it out of the way at the table. She was just the right amount of forward to be exciting but not overwhelming. The dom/sub dynamic flipped back and forth too many times to count and both of us loved being on both sides. And we're not even talking abut the sex yet (it was fantastic too). We share so many interests and she's a more-than-casual enjoyer of my *special interests* so it didn't feel awkward devoting a huge part of our conversation to them.

She read me so thoroughly and clearly - even with Luna, sometimes I feel like they can't quite grapple the way that I think (head full v head empty), but River consistently helped me finish thoughts that I was having trouble articulating and explicitly enjoyed it. There's a deep satisfaction to be found in being able to reach the same conclusion as someone without having to say all the words - for those of us who have brains that move way faster than our bodies. On top of which, River has been in a relationship with a transgirl before, so I didn't have to worry about answering questions or doing simple education.

She's brilliant. I say that in no attempt to hyperbolize. As someone who begrudgingly accepts the title of genius autism (I got both Smart Girl & Obsessed With Dumb Shit Girl versions in roughly equal measure hahaHAHA FUCK) I find it very difficult to connect with people to don't match me intellectually. This isn't a flex, it's alienating. I just can't be engaged in a conversation where I'm never being surprised or interested by the other person's thought process. Believe me, if I could go back to the start and reroll my stats, I would fucking bottom out intelligence. River, as I've probably made clear already, can more than keep up. I love playing word games over text, in person, as flirting etc - so to sit down with someone who has a degree in linguistics??? Come on. The whole experience was just so deeply refreshing and entertaining.

And I THOUGHT I was talking to someone super emotionally mature and interested in getting ahead of possible hurdles. We had already been discussing our second date before going on our first. She brought up dating goals, and I said I was looking for some emotional and intellectual fulfillment. She said she'd been out of a long term relationship for 6 months and wasn't looking for anything serious right now... but... that we had clicked way more than she was expecting to with anyone and she could see it going somewhere. I said we should keep things chill for now then & have another conversation about it after a few more dates. Seems good right? Being upfront about expectations and comfortable discussing feelings???

WELL I GUESS NOT. After a few more drinks we went to my place and had sex. She stuck around for a few hours of chat & cuddling after. I paid for her uber home - she had a job interview the next morning. She sent me a few texts on the way, and a cute goodnight message when she got home.

I simply cannot put into words how excited I was to have someone I didn't have to compromise on any of my standards for. AND she's super into me in return??? Too good to be true.

It's been 4 days and I haven't heard from her. I'm not blocked. She read my first couple messages (I've sent...3? & a post). She's pretty offline in general, she has ADHD, and I knew she had plans this week.

Luna says to give an ADHDer a week and to not assume anything until then. I'm struggling with that because for the three days prior to our date, our communication was very consistent. Easily hundreds of messages per day. And I knoooowwwww that's because I was top of mind.

Bottom line I have no idea what's going on, & everyone is telling me to be patient. It's a slow sinking feeling though, as with every hour a bit more hope slips away. I'm really hoping we'll bump into each other at an event tomorrow & I can get a better picture.

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Time to talk about my feelings. Gross, I know.

I cannot help but feel frustrated. Lack of resolution to situations drives my anxiety I N S A N E. I cannot help but assume the worst. The timing is very conspicuous. I'm used to Luna going dark for a few days at a time when they get busy, but RIGHT AFTER our first date doesn't feel neutral, it feels intentional.

The way I see it, there are two things that could be happening, if it's not forgetfulness.

River lied to me. About all of this special/different shit, so that she could fuck me. I would have said no to a hookup - the only reason I wanted to have sex was because I thought we were going to keep seeing each other. I might be a slut, but I'm a slut with desires. We had originally said we weren't going to hookup on our first date... Some would say if you're having that conversation ahead of time, you're definitely going to. We were both just so excited and into it. I don't think River is the kind of person to do this, but ALSO she's a stranger I met on the internet a week ago, she could be lying about anything. This option makes me quite upset, but it's easier to process because the rational outcome is anger. Anger doesn't make me anxious, I can handle it. So I'm having a couple days for feral girl rage while I wait out Luna's recommended waiting period.

It was too much too soon & she got scared. That I can absolutely understand - I would want to talk and settle that in a mature way that keeps us talking. If she just got too excited and the sex was more than she wanted in retrospect I totally get it. But WHY aren't you talking to me? Is this how allistic people deal with discomfort? Just walk away from it? From a really really good thing? That's BAFFLING I simply cannot comprehend the thought process. I've ghosted people before, but only people that I've had like one mediocre conversation with, I could NEVER do it to someone I actually liked. And if I had FEELINGS for that person... even if you're not comfortable pursuing them right now, why would you throw away that option??? I am filled with such tumult at the thought that she could HAVE feelings and be CHOOSING to avoid me. That's so terribly anxiety inducing. I just want things between us to be stable and comfortable, we can take a step back, we don't have to have sex until you're ready, we don't even have to see each other that much, just TALK TO ME.

River. We could be so fucking good together. Now or whenever you're ready. I'll wait if you want me to. Just don't leave me in the dark. I think you were being honest when you told me you had an amazing time. I don't want to believe you're a liar. I'm going to pretend to be mad so that I'm not anxious, but whether it's good for me or not, the second you text me, I'm going to be so relieved and understanding of whatever you say.

Unless it's something I have failed to consider. This is a tangent, but I'm so sick of having to be the Bigger Person. I get upset about things. I deserve apologies. As much as anyone else. Fucking annoying how being mature makes you kind of powerless in relationship dynamics. Maybe I need to be less desperate and set some better boundaries. In fact I know that's true. But I also have a larger underlying issue, one that River articulated to me more clearly than I had thought about it. I like to talk to people close to me about my achievements, small and large, I like praise and I like to show off a little bit - my ego comes from the fact that I don't get the praise I need from the people I want. And I'm not sure how to solve that problem without filling my inner circle with people who appreciate me more. If you have any tips on how to not desire praise, let me know I guess? And none of this "you only need your own praise" stuff - I already think I'm the greatest <3

Well no poetic ending to this one. I'll update after the event tomorrow on whether River shows her (beautiful) face.

Smitten & hopeful,

Flora

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heatherthetiredwriter · 2 years ago

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Hello! I'm so sorry I started to answer this and then never got around to finishing it!!! Thank you so much for the tag tho!

1. Are you named after anyone: Not technically? I don't believe at least. My middle name is the name of my aunt but my parents and my aunt both forgot that we somehow got the same name? Haha

2. When was the last time you cried: This morning. Gotta love panic disorders.... I hate this so much

3. Do you have kids: Not technically, but I've got three younger sisters whom I've raised and multiple small children who have decided they belong to me. Love them all like my children. My OCs are my children and there's a lot of them

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot: Yes. So much. A lot less online, but I use it so much in person.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people: Despite the fact that I CANNOT make eye contact to save me, I do notice people's eyes. And normally their resting face

6. My eye color: Legally and according to my mother they are black. They are just very dark brown which is something I'm kinda insecure about actually... But between Nathan Apollo's Eye Color Ballad and the fact that my bf loves my eyes, idk less insecure about them. Still hate them but just a little less

7. Scary movies or happy ending: Oh I cannot do scary movies. I can do thrillers if they aren't gory. Movies like Greenland with Gerard Butler are fun for me. But I am a sucker for stupidly cheesy movies with happy endings (Princess Bride my Beloved <3). Tho I am also a fan of unhappy endings where the main character will die IF it is written right. Tragedies are tragic yepp.

8. Special talents: What's a talent? Hahaha. Idk I guess I'm pretty good at piano. Been playing since I was four. I'm great at organizing things. Pretty decent at art, whether digital, paper, or watercolor. I can crochet like a boss. Idk I'm pretty good at learning and memorization. My special talent is hearing. I can hear everything

9. Where were you born: Middle of Nowhere Pine Forest, Texas

10. What are your hobbies: Reading, writing stories and poems, anime and cartoons, fantasy movies, superhero movies, Zelda, Minecraft, sims, animal crossing, casual games, chess, crochet, painting, drawing, coloring, digital art, sewing, piano, ukelele, singing, listening to music, audiobooks, podcasts, watching gaming/chatting/singing Livestream, learning, making maps, roleplaying, murder mysteries, Lego, calligraphy, cooking, baking, architecture, archery, horses, soccer, interior design, musicals and probably more

11. Pets: Three cats. Mother Amelia, black with a little white on her face and paws. Sofia who looks just like Amelia. And Mindy who is all black (they are actually my grandma's cats. I live with her)

12. What sports have you played: That one time during before highschool years where I was actually in school instead of homeschooled and I was less disabled, I played soccer and basketball and did CrossFit. Man... I can't even sit now without being in pain

13. Height: 5'5 and that's a very average height thank you

14. Favorite Subject in School: Always reading cos I could read much better than I should have been able to. I had a fourth grade reading level at five. But then I also hated reading class cos they'd make me read such easy books most of the time.

15. Dream Job: A project manager for Chip and Joanna Gaines

Tagging:

@susanshinning @staygold-indiaopal

15 Questions/15 People

tagged by @the-ritzy-raven, thanks!

1. Are you named after anyone? Jacob from Genesis if that counts.

2. When was the last time you cried? I'm not much of a crier but I shed a few tears when Mike Leach passed away in December. Before that it was probably in 2014 when our dog passed away.

3. Do you have kids? I do not.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? A lot, once I'm comfortable around their personality.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their demeanor and dress.

6. What’s your eye color? Blue

7. Scary movie or happy endings? I'm very much a sucker for happy endings.

8. Any special talents? I don't know... I was a pretty good marimba player. And a top 100 Madden player lol

9. Where were you born? Germany, on an Air Force base.

10. What are your hobbies? Reading, playing piano, enjoying the outdoors, gaming, and watching sports.

11. Do you have any pets? The sweetest black lab/coonhound named Bennie.

12. What sports do you play/have you played? Baseball for 11 years and football for 3

13. How tall are you? 6'1"

14. Favorite subject in school? Economics.

15. Dream job? Meteorologist or a football coach.

since a lot of my mutuals have already been tagged, tagging @gettothestabbing @quiet-but-not-blind @snarkitect @walden-west and anyone else who wants to!

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gubler-me-up · 4 years ago

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Who’s Your Daddy? Pt. 4

Request: Who’s Your Daddy Pt. 4 (If you haven’t read the first three parts then get to it, henny! We’ll be here waiting for you to catch up, no rush)

A/N: Hi, hello, everyone! After a no show for March and April, I HAD to post pt. 4 in May because I’ve been postponing it for so long im very sorry! I was not expecting to get two jobs and being swamped with work. That being said I hope pt. 4 was worth the wait and you enjoy it 💕 pt. 5 will be the last part to this series btw and hopefully I’ll have it out faster than pt. 4

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader (Hotch’s daughter)

Category: Soft smut~

Content warning: Unprotected sex, swearing, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, clit stimulation, creampie

Word count: 7.7k

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 5

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You stared at yourself in your bathroom mirror with your mouth slightly open as you applied your mascara. You had never gotten ready with such enthusiasm in forever. As soon as you woke up, you played some of your favourite songs as you started your day to hype yourself even more for your overdue date with Dr. Spencer Reid.

It had been a while since you were giddy over a date with a guy. After months of spending time together here and there, you were glad you grew on him. You hated to admit he grew on you more ways than you thought he would. Once you found yourself thinking about him at work, home, and even at the grocery store. You couldn’t even pick up a carton of eggs without having him on your mind.

The date had been delayed a few weeks because he was busy with work as per usual. You didn’t mind since you knew he was still dedicated to taking you out. He apologized each time he had to postpone and it seemed genuine to you, so you didn’t mind. All you told him was to make it up to you by loosening up and not showing up to the date with his work clothes. You wanted to him and yourself distanced from any image of his job to leave room for a more casual tone between the two of you.

As you applied your lipgloss you even started to wonder if he would like this shade on you or if he’d prefer you wearing something darker. It was crazy to you how much he went from not being a thought in your mind to you thinking of his thoughts about you. You guessed it was your fault for inserting yourself into his life over and over again until you needed to know him behind the scenes. You laughed at yourself as you finished applying your lipgloss.

“What a fucking guy,” you said to yourself.

You couldn’t even recall the last time you were excited about a date. The last few dates were with guys you had matched with on Tinder which never led to anything deeper than a couple of dates and more than one sexual encounter. For the longest time, you thought Spencer would be no exception but it was a different dynamic.

He worked to break down your tough exterior and give into him. He made you feel open in ways you didn’t think you’d ever let a guy do again. Now that you knew he was just as soft for you s you were for him, it felt as if you two were finally pursuing things further than you two expected to.

You heard a knock on your apartment door. You picked up your phone from the bathroom counter and then walked into your bedroom to pick up your purse. You heard another couple of impatient knocks at your door.

“I know you’re eager to go out with me but damn,” you yelled.

You rushed out of your bedroom to open the door before he knocked it down. To your surprise, it was Jack standing in front of you with his backpack draping over his shoulder. Your eyes widened as he looked at you with curiosity in your eyes.

“You have a date? With who?” He asked.

“Um, sir, I should be asking the questions around here considering you’re the one who is here unannounced,” you said.

“I was on my way to Justin’s house to play some video games and I thought I would stop by to hang out with you for a few minutes,” he said.

You looked at him with a pout and sorry eyes as you felt horrible for not being able to entertain him before he headed to his friend’s place. He stopped by here and there before to talk to you about anything and everything. Even though you two weren’t close in age and had lived apart for the majority of your lives, he always found value in talking to you.

You sighed softly to yourself as you reached into your purse to grab your keys. You grabbed the doorknob to close the door behind you. You turned around to lock it before turning back to Jack with a huge, enthusiastic smile.

“How about I walk you to your friend’s house and we can have classic sibling bonding time even if it’s for a few minutes?” You suggested.

“Y/N, I’m nearly 15. I don’t need my older sister to drop me off at my friend’s house. If you have a date, that’d okay,” he said.

You weren’t going to take that for an answer. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders as you started to walk. He had no choice but to follow your steps towards the elevator.

“I don’t care if your voice is deeper and you’re growing a little facial hair, you’re still my baby brother. Besides, my date can wait,” you said.

“Can I guess who your date is?” He asked.

“Nope,” you said.

As you reached the elevator, you pressed the down button. You looked at your phone in your hand and unlocked the screen to text Spencer about meeting you by the lake instead. You didn’t even have to look towards Jack to know he was trying to snoop a peek at who you were texting. You angled your phone away from him as you struggled to text with one hand.

“Is it Dr. Reid?” He asked.

“No,” you snapped.

“You sure? It seemed as if you two were flirting with each other at the party a few weeks ago,” he said.

“Oh, so you’re a profiler now?” You asked.

“No, but I’m not blind to flirting. I’ve done my fair share,” he said.

You gasped playfully at what he said. He smirked to himself, trying his best not to look at your exaggerated expression. As the elevator doors open, you dropped your arm from around him and placed both hands on your hip as you two entered.

“Well, well, well, look who’s the flirt now. Who’s the lucky person?” You asked.

“Once you tell me who your lucky person is, I’ll tell you mine,” he said.

“I’ll let you know in due time,” you said.

“And I’ll do the same,” he said.

You chuckled. “Touché.”

You scurried over to the rocks which separated the sand from the green grass on the other side. You looked around the crowd of people to see if you could find Spencer. It wasn’t hard to spot someone so tall who was probably wearing something way too heavy for the summer weather. It turned out to be harder than you expected it to be.

You walked down further to see if you could spot him. He texted you explaining where he was and you told him to share his location. Of course, he never made anything easy for you and wanted you to find him using old-fashioned direction techniques. If you had known he would do this you would have dusted off your old compass.

You walked until you reached the end of the rock path and still didn’t see any sight of him. You sighed as you took out your phone from your purse to text him. You knew you were late but he better not have left you hanging out of spite. You would make sure he would never hear the end of it.

As you were texting him, you felt a hand gently land on your mid-back. No matter how gentle it felt, you balled your firsts together as you turned to see who had the audacity to touch you. You turned to see a man in a blue baseball cap, a dark grey shirt, a pair of jeans and converse. Your fists softened as soon as you saw his face clearly and recognized his overgrown hair curling out of his cap.

“Spencer? Where’s the suit? The dress shirt? Is that facial hair?” You questioned.

“Were you about to hit me?” He asked.

“Yes, you don’t just sneak up on someone differently and expect me not to go into fighting mode,” you said.

“Do you not like it? You told me to dress super casual for once in my life. I didn’t think you’d reward me with your fists,” he said.

“Why didn’t you shout my name or something?” You said.

“I did but you were too busy speed walking to hear me. You passed me back there,” he said.

He turned his head and pointed towards the direction you just came from. You looked at him puzzled as soon as he turned around to look at you. You relaxed your puzzled confusion when you realized you were looking for a man in a suit, not casual wear. You never expected him to take your advice of loosening up for you.

“Guess I was looking for the usual you,” you said.

“Well, I thought I’d follow your request and show a different side of me,” he said.

You smiled as you grabbed his upper arm to pull him close to you. You guided him to walk back the way you both came from. You gently squeezed his bicep to keep him close to you.

“I have to say I’m impressed you take direction so well,” you joked.

“Better than you ever could,” he chuckled.

You playfully gasped. “If I recall correctly I was on my knees faster than the speed of light when you told me to.”

“I was talking more about not giving me subpar reads but we’ll go with that example as well,” he said.

“Ugh, all this slander already and you haven’t even kissed me,” you said.

You looked at him with your signature pouty look and seductive eyes to lure him into your lips. He rolled his eyes playfully at your expression. If he looked at you the same way you looked at him, you would have already pulled him in for a full PDA session.

He leaned in and kissed you on the top of your forehead. You furrowed your eyebrows as you didn’t want him to kiss your forehead. You wanted him to show you how much you meant to him in public as much as you meant to him in private. He then gently on your nose. And then he stopped in his tracks to grab your face to kiss you quickly but with a hit of passion in the way his mouth moved against yours.

“Satisfied?” He asked.

“You know I’m greedy, Doctor but I guess it’ll do for now,” you said.

He chuckled. “Let’s take a seat by the lake. Try not to jump all over me.”

You chuckled. “Only if you promise not to do the same.”

“I would but I think you’d enjoy it quite a bit.”

“Oh, you know me so well.”

As you two sat by the lake, it felt as if you were back in the book store. The way you two easily exchanged conversation was beautiful. He still had a million things to talk to you about in vast details and you still interrupted to say your own take on the topic. You even gave him book recommendations you knew he had already read because he reads everything but you thought you would tell him anyway.

Everything felt easier in the moment you two were talking and throwing rocks into the lake. You don’t think you had felt so natural around a man in a long time. No stiff dinner date, club grinding, or quiet movie date could compare to taking in the summer breeze with Spencer.

The way he would look at you the whole time when you were talking to make sure you knew he was invested in your words. The way his large hands would hold your knee as he rambled. It felt as if the progression of your time together was coming full circle.

“You know, when I didn’t see you I thought you changed your mind,” you told him as you threw a rock into the lake.

“Why would you think that?” He asked.

“I don’t know. People change their minds all the time,” you said.

“I wouldn’t stand you up just because you were being a big sister. It’s actually pretty good on your part that you have a relationship with Jack despite the age gap,” he said.

“Psychologists do say a five-year gap and beyond restarts the birth order process, so technically speaking we’re only children in our respective worlds,” you said.

He looked at you impressed with the information you just told him. You knew he knew your little fact, so you smirked and rolled your eyes.

“You’re not the only one who knows these things,” you joked.

“Never said I did but you’re right. You do a good job at keeping the bond strong though considering you went to boarding school overseas and then went away to college all before Jack was 10,” he said.

You shrugged. “I’m just trying to do my part as a big sister regardless of age and distance. Never too late, you know?”

“I actually don’t. I don’t have any siblings,” he said.

“I know that. You told me that when I asked if you had any siblings. I may not have an eidetic memory but my memory game is still strong,” you said.

“I wasn’t doubting your memory, I was doubting your listening skills,” he chuckled.

You playfully gasped and nudged him with your elbow. You were going to reply to his snarky remark with an even lower comment but your attention went somewhere else as soon as you looked down. The yellow petals of a flower buried in the sand were calling you and you had to bring your attention to it. You dusted off the sand concealing it to expose its true beauty. You picked it up by the stem to inspect it up close.

“Ah, a gladiolus. Are you going to add it to your scrapbook?” Spencer asked.

You looked at him confused. “What?”

“You told me you liked collecting flowers and pressing them in your scrapbook. You said you usually collect ones that remind you of good times in your life,” he said.

“I know I did but why would you think I’d save it?” You asked.

You couldn’t help breaking into a small giggling fit as soon as you saw him roll his eye but smile at your witty remark. You dusted off the rest of the sand off the petals as you admired its beauty. You were definitely going to put it in your scrapbook to remember the day but as you thought about it longer you became weary.

Maybe things between you two wouldn’t work out as planned. Maybe what you two had passionately started would burn out just as quick. You twirled the flower around in your hand as your thoughts twirled around in your mind.

In your blank stare, you noticed his hand come into your sight as he placed it in his lap. You snapped back down to earth and took your eyes off of the flower to set your sights on him. He looked at you softly with the same genuine look in his eyes.

“You know, I did mean it,” he said.

“Mean what?” You asked.

“On the cup. I’m soft for you as much as you are for me. You don’t have to keep second-guessing it,” he said.

“How soft are you for me really? People can fake those feelings easily you know,” you said.

“Y/N, I respect you too much to play with your feelings. I respect anyone’s feelings and wouldn’t go out of my way to hurt anyone,” he said.

You smiled. “I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me. That and calling me a stupid whore.”

He chuckled and squeezed your knee before getting up. He reached out for your hand in such a charming manner you couldn’t help but grab hold of it. He singlehandedly brought back chivalry as he pulled you up and fixed your dress for you.

“Let’s go get some ice cream to cool your thoughts down,” he chuckled.

“Now you’re speaking my love language,” you said.

As you stood up, you let go of his generous hand for a second to place the gladiolus in your purse with care. You then immediately grabbed his hand again before he walked off without you or something. The look of happiness on his face with that big, goofy smile of his assured you otherwise.

You stepped onto the rock to lead the way towards the ice cream truck close to the entrance. He kept up with your pace as he followed next to you. Walking hand-in-hand with him was nice and everything but you thought of how everything you two did consisted of thrill, excitement, and rapid heartbeats.

You let go of his hand. He looked at you with confusion and concern on his face but you could tell he was slowly cluing into your random spontaneity. You smiled as you started to pick up your pace, leaving him a few inches behind you.

“Let’s have a race. Loser pays,” you said.

“Y/N, I-”

You sprinted off before he could finish his sentence. You held down your dress as you ran, trying not to expose your goods to him on the first date as he ran behind you. Or you assumed he was running behind you.

You looked back to confirm whether or not he agreed to your little bet. You giggled as you saw him lightly jogging close behind you. You could tell he wasn’t much of a runner and that he wasn’t putting his entire effort into running because he wanted to pay. You were just glad he was putting in the effort for you to add a little energy into the date.

As you reached the extensive line in front of the ice cream truck, you stopped running and turned around to see Spencer slowly approach you in line. You grinned and gave him a small round of applause as he stopped in his spot next to you.

“You made it, slowpoke,” you said.

“I would have beaten you if I was wearing running shoes,” he said.

“You would have won if you tried a little harder,” you chuckled.

“That too. I guess I’m buying you a vanilla cone,” he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why a vanilla cone?”

“Isn’t that your favourite soft serve flavour?” He asked.

“Um, maybe but I’ve never told you that. At least I don’t think I have,” you said.

“You didn’t have to. You may be spontaneous and adventurous but there’s a part of you who likes the simplistic things in life. Vanilla ice cream is the most simplistic flavour out there,” he said.

“Ugh, and this whole time I thought you were just showing off your psychic abilities. Well, if you’re going to profile my ice cream flavour then I’m going to do the same thing to you. Your favourite flavour is chocolate,” you said.

He chuckled. “That’s because I told you I prefer chocolate anything.”

“Okay but I was still right, so I guess we’re both profilers now. That being said, since you’re such a good profiler, what do you think I’ve been dying to ask?” You said.

He looked at you confused. You looked at him with a smile as you waited for him to click into what you were talking about. If he was so smart he would know exactly what you were referring to and he would tell you. As soon as a reminiscent smile appeared on his face, you knew he understood what you were talking about.

“Well, Penelope bombarded me with questions about you and me and what we are and if your dad knew and so on. Then I slipped out how we never actually went on a date and she asked why. I kept on dodging the question because I didn’t want to but eventually I told her,” he said.

“Why did you hesitate?” You asked.

“Because I know how my job is and what you’ve been through because of the same job your dad does, so I was worried about putting you in the middle of it again,” he explained.

“And what did Penelope say when you finally told her your reason?” You asked.

“She told me to get out of my big brain and ask her out already, stupid,” he said.

“I would have said the same thing. You’ve been preaching to me about being vulnerable and open, so I think it’s time for you to do the same, don’t you think?” You said.

“You’d think I was the stupid whore this whole time,” he chuckled.

“I mean, if the shoe fits,” you said.

You both laughed but you could tell there was something he wanted to ask as well. As you two moved up in the line, you stared intently at him trying to figure out what he wanted to say and if he would say it. He looked at you but didn’t appear as if he was ready to ask his question.

As you two moved up in the line again, you decided to bring in the age-old question you two had discussed before. You wanted to know if his feelings changed about the topic or if he still had the same doubts. Between the time he stormed into the bookstore livid at you to his more relaxed demeanour now could mean his mind has changed.

“Do you think it’s still a big deal?” You asked.

“I do but knowing Hotch, he’d rather see you happy than interfere,” he said.

“I do like that response. I’d be surprised if he didn’t pick up anything between us yet especially after uncle Dave’s party. Jack definitely did,” you said.

“What?” He asked in shock.

“Yeah, when Jack stopped by I told him I was going on a date and he asked if it was with you because he saw how flirtatious we were with each other. Nice job at keeping it lowkey,” you chuckled.

“I should be really saying that to you. From the minute you looked at me it was obvious,” he said.

“What can I say? I’m a simple woman. I see a good-looking guy playing with kids and I want to have his babies. Simple biology really,” you joked.

He sighed but broke into a small laugh at your remark. You loved how your silly remarks grew on him and he found them amusing as time went on. You hoped there were many more opportunities to amuse him in the future.

As you two reached the front of the ice cream truck, you felt like a kid again. Even though you knew what you wanted, the colourful menu caught your eye. If it were just you, you would have gotten the Spongebob popsicle but you didn’t want to get your hands overly sticky on your date. The only exception was if Spencer was the reason your hands were going to get sticky.

“May we get one vanilla soft serve cone and one chocolate soft serve cone, please?” Spencer said.

“Actually, make the vanilla cone a twist, please,” you said.

He looked at you confused as he handed a five-dollar bill to the guy inside the ice cream truck. You smiled as you shrugged your shoulders at him. You did love vanilla better than a twist but you just wanted to throw him off for fun and he knew it.

The guy handed you both your cones in no time. Spencer asked for a couple of napkins before you both thanked him and walked off to exit the park. You took a few licks of your cool ice cream, mainly on the vanilla side first. You looked at Spencer to see him stifling his snarky laugh as he watched you favour one side of your ice cream.

“Enjoying your ice cream?” He asked.

“Of course, I love twists,” you said as you started licking the other side.

“I can tell,” he chuckled.

“Are you enjoying your chocolate ice cream?” You asked.

“More than you are,” he said.

“Um, for your information I’m saving the best side for last,” you said.

“I think you should enjoy it before it’s all gone,” he said.

“How would it be gone so fast?” You asked.

He answered your question by tipping your cone up, smearing ice cream on your mouth and the tip of your nose. You gasped as you stopped in your tracks. You looked at him as he tried to tame his laughter as you glared deep into his soul.

You could tell he was starting to feel bad so he offered up some of the napkins he had gotten. You didn’t want it though. You wanted him. When he was close enough, you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a strong, passionate kiss before pushing him away.

You grinned as you saw your ice cream imprint now on his face. He looked shocked at first but when he saw your smile, he couldn’t help reflecting it. You grabbed a napkin from his hand.

“Now we match,” you giggled.

He chuckled as he cleaned up his mouth and you did the same thing for yourself. When you were done cleaning your face, you stepped away from him in case he decided to do it again as you took a few more licks of your ice cream.

“I promise I won’t do it again,” he said.

“I know you won’t but I can’t promise the same,” you said.

He chuckled. “How about we call a truce?”

You narrowed your eyes. “How can I be so sure I can trust you?”

“Because I have a gift for you back at my place and I would hate for you not to trust me enough and missing out on it,” he said.

“Is it your dick down my throat?” You asked.

He gave you a look which told you it wasn’t that. You chuckled as you playfully rolled your eyes to let him know you were only poking light fun.

“I’ll bite. Can I get a hint as to what it is?” You asked.

“Not a chance. It’s a surprise but I know you’ll like it,” he said as he started walking again.

“Why’d you get me a gift?” You asked as you trailed behind him.

“It’s a gift I wanted to give you at Dave’s the other night but you left before I could give it to you,” he said.

“This sounds like the premise of Cinderella. Are you gifting me my glass slipper I left behind?” You asked.

“I don’t think Cinderella left under the same circumstances you did but to answer your question, it isn’t shoes. It’s something more intertwined with your world,” he hinted.

“That could be a lot of things. You’re going to have me guessing all the way to your apartment, aren’t you?” You asked.

“Of course. I like when you work for things,” he said.

“Well, expect a very annoying walk to your place,” you warned.

“I’ve been anticipating it,” he chuckled.

As you two entered his apartment building, the rain which had been predicted had started spilling from the sky. You were disappointed because you wanted to see the sunset on an overall beautiful day. You loved seeing the orange, red, and purple sky fading as the summer night rolled around.

You were glad about being dry in his apartment complex though so you couldn’t complain. You had little faith in the weather app ever since it said it was supposed to rain all week and it didn’t. You were tired of carrying your umbrella around and the one time you didn’t, it was pouring. You didn’t know if Spencer knew if it was supposed to rain or not but you were grateful for the shelter.

He led you towards the elevator and clicked the up button. You looked at him with the same curiosity at the park. He hadn’t ended up asking you the question you knew was on his mind. He was great at holding out on asking questions while you gave in every time. He noticed your stare and furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

“I’m just waiting for you to ask,” you said.

“Ask what?” He questioned.

The elevator doors opened and you both stepped inside. He pressed the second-floor button. As you watched the elevator doors close, you decided you would just ask the question for him. It seemed as if he was worried to even bring it up to you but you had no ill feelings towards what he wanted to know.

“Do I forgive my dad for what happened to my mom,” you said.

He looked at you with silence but his eyes told you everything. You asked the question he wanted to know for him but his eyes were overcome with a look of sorrow for you. You sighed and looked away for a second before looking back at him with no sight of bitterness on your face.

“I do forgive him. It was hard but I love my dad and knew he never meant for it to happen,” you said.

“This job is painful, especially for those on the outside,” he said.

“I know but don’t start pushing me away because of it, bring me close to find comfort away from it,” you said.

He opened his mouth to respond to what you said but the elevator doors opened. You stepped out before he could respond to you. You knew he wasn’t going to protest what you said but you wanted to end the topic. You could already feel yourself becoming emotional over it and didn’t want to end your date with him in tears on his apartment floor.

He walked beside you to lead the way to his apartment door as if you hadn’t been there twice before. You could probably still recall where everything was in his apartment. As you two reached his door, he pulled out his keys from his jeans pocket. Before he put it in the keyhole, he looked at you.

“Would you ever change your last name back to Hotchner?” He asked.

You smirked. “Why would I do that when I can change it to Reid?”

He looked at you surprised. It didn’t seem as if that was even a possible response from you he expected to hear. He chuckled as soon as he snapped out of his shock and unlocked his door.

He gestured for you to walk inside first as the gentleman he was. It was weird to think but you felt right at home. The way you felt made it seem as if you had lived there before and experienced many feelings in this one space. To be fair, you had experienced many feelings and other things in this one space that made you feel exhilarated.

He locked the door behind himself and walked towards the couch. He gestured you to come over. You walked over to the couch as he fluffed up the pillows on it. You plopped your purse on the coffee table as you watched.

“Sorry, it’s a bit of a mess in here,” he said.

You looked around his space to try and find the mess. Other than the over-piling of books everywhere, it was pretty well-kept. You looked back over at him to see him walk away from the couch to go into his bedroom. In no time, he popped back out with a book in his hand.

He took a seat next to you and handed the book to you with great delight. You smiled at his enthusiasm as you took it from his hands. It was a collection of poems by T.S. Eliot from 1909-1962. It seemed worn from the way the spine bent and the multiple creases on the cover. Whoever owned this book loved reading it and re-reading it which made you happy.

“I wrote an essay about one of T.S. Eliot’s poems for my poetry class during my undergrad once,” you said.

“The Waste Land. You told me and you said it was the first time you fell in love with poetry but never really indulged in all his works. I went through my books after that and found I still had this book. I wanted to give it to you when you got accepted into your Master’s program to give you a light read whenever you feel overworked. Open it,” he said.

You opened it to reveal the first page. It revealed a handwritten note on the page. It was definitely in Spencer’s penmanship which made it feel even more precious to you.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other

Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

And babble the same speech without need of meaning. - T.S. Eliot

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Your cheeks burned from how strained they were from it. You looked up at him and could finally feel the tears trying to make their debut. You quickly wiped your eyes to prevent them from stealing the show.

“Thank you so much. It means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me,” you whispered.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him in for a long hug. He wrapped his hands around your back, gently rubbing it to comfort you. It wasn’t the best gift you’ve ever received in the world but knowing he wanted to give you a piece of him was more than anyone could ever offer you. You worked with books every day so you knew how much this book meant to him and was happy to give it to you to live a new life.

You leaned away from the hug but kept your hands wrapped around his neck. His face was only an inch away from yours and he couldn’t resist giving you a quick kiss on your lips. You smiled as you let your noses touch and stared deeply into his eyes.

“I’d like to smell of you now,” you said.

“I thought you wouldn’t want our date to end that way?” He asked.

“I would be stupid if I didn’t want that,” you said.

He smirked as he gently kissed you on your lips again. He moved his hands from around your back and caressed them onto your thighs. He trailed his kisses down to your neck as he positioned you to lay on the couch. You dropped the book on the floor to free your hands for what was to come

You arched your legs so he could comfortably place himself in-between your thighs. His lips found their way back to your lips and hit you with a powerful, desirable kiss. You ran your hands down his chest until you reached the bottom of his shirt. You tugged it up to try to get it off of him.

He didn’t let you struggle for long as he broke the kiss to help you. He leaned up to take it off. You watched him intently as he took it off and tossed it on the ground. You hadn’t seen him shirtless in a long time. You couldn’t restrain yourself from touching his bare chest.

He watched your hand run down his chest and torso and back up again. He smiled as his hands caressed down your thighs and under your dress. You felt him move your underwear to the side to get to what he really wanted. You gasped a moan and tilted your head back as you felt his thumb teasing your clit.

“Oh my God,” you moaned.

The sound of you saying that seemed as if it were his cue to increase his pace. He circled your clit faster and inserted two fingers inside of you. You heavily moaned as you retracted your hand from his chest. You started to pull down the straps of your dress and then pulled down the front of it to expose your breasts to him.

He leaned down to kiss you on your lips repeatedly as he continued to finger you at the perfect pace. He then leaned up from your mouth to look at you as you desperately moaned for his touch. He bit his lip as his eyes darted down to your breasts and then back up at you.

“Are they for me?” He asked.

“Of course. I’m all for you,” you moaned.

He kissed your lips one last time before moving away from your lips onto your jawline, down your neck until they met your breasts. He kissed each one with care and love before selecting a nipple to suck on. He used his free hand to caress the other one, grabbing it rough enough to give you the thrill you needed.

Your moans turned high-pitched and airy as his name continuously spewed from your lips. The feeling of his tongue flicking and occasionally nibbling on your nipple in your mouth as his other hand pinched your other nipple sent you to your happy place. Then his fingers found your happiest spot within you when they gently rubbed your g-spot.

“That’s it,” you shrieked.

He eased up from your breasts to watch you squirm under his touch. He smirked at you as he pulled his fingers out. You were going to complain and groan at him leaving you high and dry but you knew better of his character now. He aimed to please and wouldn’t want to leave you unsatisfied.

He wrapped his hand around your underwear and dragged it off. You lifted your legs to make it easier for him to take them off completely. He didn’t hesitate to move down and position his face in front of your folds.

Your breathing became intense and he didn’t do anything yet. You watched him as you waited in anticipation for him to do something. He looked up at you with a smirk on his face letting you know he knew what he was doing to you. He could be such a tease sometimes but you wouldn’t trade it for the world if it meant you had the best sex ever.

He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he leaned in and licked you from the bottom to the top of your clit. You wanted to tilt your head back and let out multiple needy moans but you were locked into his eyes. He wanted to see your face as he ate you out and you didn’t want to deny him of it.

You looked at him with a quivering lip as he continued running his tongue up and down in between you. Your legs started to shake and you couldn’t stabilize them no matter how hard you wanted to. He helped you out by grabbing your legs to keep them in place as he fully went into you.

You grabbed his hair with one of your hands and held him close to you as you felt his tongue do its magic. It circled your clit a few times before flicking it rapidly to send you over the edge. Every time you shrieked or tensed your legs he would up the number of times he would flick his tongue against your clit.

He flicked it so many times you started to arch your back to get him to do it more. Even though you ended up breaking eye contact with him, you could feel him staring at you with delight at the way he made you weak. He then moved his tongue’s attention away from your clit and moved it towards your hole.

You felt him stick his tongue in and out of you to tease of a possible end result for you. You needed him to finish you off and finish inside of you at the same time. You knew it would cost a little begging from you but you were willing to beg him for anything.

“Fuck me already, baby,” you whimpered.

You were ready to continue begging him. You wanted him so badly and you wanted him to know. He loved when you begged him until he had no choice but to give you what you wanted. Not this time around though.

He stopped teasing you with his tongue and made his way back up to your lips to kiss you, tongue and all. You grabbed onto his face to keep him against your lips for longer to savour the taste of you on his lips. He then backed an inch away from your lips to look at you with the softest eyes he’s ever given you in the heat of the moment.

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” he whispered.

“I want you and only you,” you whispered.

He gently smiled before giving you a light peck on your lips. He eased up to undo his belt and then his button and zipper. You watched him carefully as you calmly waited for him to wreck you as always. However, this time you believed he would do it with even more care than the last few times. The way he looked at you made you think part of him wanted to hold you close as he gently fucked you. Either way, you’d accept it.

As soon as he pulled down his pants and his underwear to his knees, you lifted your legs to lean back on your chest. You held them in place as he placed himself on top of you. You felt his dick gently hit your sensitive clit as he positioned himself on you. You let out a soft moan as you anticipated how he was going to fuck you. If you were moaning at the gentle touch of his dick hitting your clit, you doubted you were going to last much longer.

He leaned down and kissed you on your lips. You kissed him back with the same amount of strength and let go of your legs to wrap them around his neck. You soon felt his dick enter you and he wasted no time getting into a rhythmic pace. You parted from his lips to let out another high-pitched moan.

“Yes, yes, give it to me like this,” you shrieked.

“Like that? How about like this?” He said.

You then felt him pick up his stroking pace. You tilted your head back, leaving your neck exposed for him to leave little love bites down it. You dug your nails into his back as you could feel a tingling sensation run up your spine. You didn’t know you could come to an orgasm so quick but it was something about his touch that made you to reach your highest of highs.

He then roughly grabbed your face to force you back to his lips. He held your face the entire time you two kissed to avoid you separating from his lips again. You moaned through the kiss as he kept ramming his dick into you, quickening the pace with each stroke.

What sent you over the edge was when he used his free hand to circle your clit with his thumb. He parted from your lips to let you moan loud and free right in front of his face. Even though his eyes were still soft, there was still that glimmer of control in them.

“Beg for me to cum in you,” he said.

“Please, please, please cum in me,” you begged.

“You want my cum deep inside of you, don’t you?” He asked.

“I fucking do,” you moaned.

He pulled you in for a quick, intense kiss. “I’m going to give you what you fucking want.”

You then felt him increase the speed he was circling your clit. You let out constant amounts of airy moans as you scratched down his back. You could feel the tingle running around your body like electricity through you. You closed your eyes tight as you opened your mouth to let out a long, breathless moan as you felt yourself orgasm.

He brought you in for a kiss onto your lips again. You lazily kissed him back as you could still feel yourself pulsating because of your orgasm. He parted his lips from yours to let out a few moans of his own before getting quiet. You felt him cum in you before pulling out. He gently placed your head on the couch before pulling up your pants.

You were about to look up at him but he leaned over you to keep you down as he kissed you on your lips again. He lingered on them for a long while, taking his time in the moment. He eased up just a bit to look at you smiling at him.

You took your hand and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. You then caressed his face, feeling the rough feeling of his facial hair at your fingertips. He gave you a small smile as he watched you with utter admiration in his eyes.

“Guess this is my cue to go home huh?” You said.

“Not tonight,” he said.

You looked at him confused. “What?”

“I want you to stay, Y/N,” he said.

You still looked at him confused. You didn’t expect him to ever ask you to stay the night even if he had taken you on a date. It was never even a thought that crossed your mind today or ever really but you weren’t complaining. This was the next step you never knew you wanted so bad until he suggested it.

“Only on one condition,” you said.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“You make me pancakes in the morning,” you said.

He chuckled. “Deal.”

He then leaned down to solidify your agreement with a kiss. You grabbed his face to hold him close to you so he wouldn’t ease up anymore. Even though you two had the whole night to be close to each other, you wanted him close to you in the moment. If you could, you would seal the moment in your scrapbook but you guessed the gladiolus would work perfectly fine.

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