#﹝ musings ﹞ • you're in my inappropriate thoughts

[generalsmemories]

sensitive

✧ sunday x gn!reader

✧ synopsis: the wings by his ears are far too sensitive for what you're both about to do to them.

✧ contents: just a lil scenario for the piercings on sunday's wings. and the hc (that has probs become every writers canon take) that his wings are oh so sensitive. established relationship, mildly suggestive cause why not, uhh, mentions of blood? sunday being utterly weak against his lover. ooc sunday cause goddamn i have NOTHING on this man.

✧ a/n: breathes in. listen i don't believe in any god but good lord i would start praying for this man if he asked me to.

jing yuan wips still in order, i just want to be on my best self mentally when writing for my eepy general so have this brainrot so i can function this week at my work and hopefully i'll write something more <3 thank you once again for your patience!

NOT BETA-READ THIS WAS WRITTEN WITHIN AN HOUR CAUSE THIS BRAINROT HAS BEEN BREWING INSIDE THE MIND FOR A MONTH, IM SORRY FOR THE ALL OVER THE PLACE WORDS - I HAVEN'T WRITTEN SINCE THE LAST JING YUAN ANGST PIECE.

Your fingertips have barely grazed the very edges of the feathers when the distinguished leader beneath you flinches in surprise. The fingers that grip your hips tightening further which causes your body that was previously hovering above him to settle down on Sunday's leg. You can hear a tiny sigh leaving his lips before you feel his head rest against your shoulder, the action causing you to chuckle.

"The longer you delay this, the more nervous you'll get, you know?" you muse, threading your fingers through his hair in an effort to coax him to lay back in the same position he previously was in. You're barely able to touch his right wing again before a gloved hand shoots up from his side and you feel a sharp nip at your neck in warning - causing you to immediately halt all of your actions.

"It would've gone a lot faster have you decided to not do it in such an orthodox method, dear." Sunday retaliates with a sigh, pecking the bite mark as some sort of apology, an apology that you knew was not sincere in the slightest.

You giggle once again, settling down comfortably on his legs whilst slightly leaning back to fully look at your lover. Your arms loop over his neck while cocking your head to the side in slight confusion, although said confusion doesn't reach your mischievous eyes or the huge grin on your face. "Why I thought this would help calm you? It was your idea to pierce these wings of yours after all," you remind him, tapping the piercing gun that you're currently holding onto on his shoulder.

The man before you sighs, seemingly in exasperation over your usual antics whilst shrugging away the piercing gun that you're continuously tapping him with. You can however clearly see the slight reddening on top of his ears, while his wings tuck a bit behind his ears - clearly a signal that he's feeling a bit embarrassed.

"You're well aware of the effect you have on me, my love." he admits, the hand on your hip moving from its spot to instead rest against your neck. "Hmm? Then I suggest that you hurry along to let me pierce your wings before said effect makes you lose your patience," you tease with a quiet laugh. "I do have a lot of experience with this lil' gun of ours after all." you cheekily say - causing Sunday to direct his gaze towards your own ears, which have a few more piercings than your average person.

"... I'm well aware." Sunday replies.

Well aware of how sensitive your own ears are, almost as sensitive as his own wings that have yet to be pierced. He could let out a breath beside them which causes you to tremble, a small peck would make you gasp softly, but if he were to use his tongue-

"You're thinking of inappropriate things again, dear." you mutter into his ears before unlooping your arms from his neck to rest against your sides, your whole weight supported by the singular hand Sunday has on your hip.

"Hardly."

For someone not of Halovian descent, you're somehow able to discern his thoughts immediately - quite a hassle to be honst.

"Well then, my dear? Why don't you relax so we can get this over with so you can return to your duties?" you whisper, moving your body to sit between his legs so that you can get a closer look on his right wing, where he preferred the piercing to be on.

"... Just- don't say anything when you're about to do- Ah!"

The single clicking noise of the needle piercing his wing before retracting back to it's original spot makes Sunday jolt in surprise, the grip on your hip increasing in pressure, but you're too busy looking at the placement in glee to care for your distraught lover right now.

You notice the edges of the piercing reddening a bit, extending your finger to gather the tiny bits of blood that had escaped from the wound. Glancing at Sunday, you notice his slightly glossy eyes that immediately diverts from your gaze.

The quiet laugh you let out makes Sunday glare at you, but his eyes widen slightly when you lick his blood away from your fingertips with closed eyes. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" you ask, opening your eyes again to lock eyes with Sunday, diverting your gaze slightly to his right wing.

You decide not to comment on his glossy eyes, deciding to instead scoot closer to peck the corner of his eyes, "Sorry that I surprised you, but as you said - Doing it this way is far more convenient for the both of us," you explain, lips pressing against Sunday's to coax him into relaxation.

"Mhm, thank you for indulging me, dove." he whispers, arms wrapping around your waist, the tension in his shoulders finally leaving.

"Although..." you murmur in between various pecks against Sunday's lips, your lover raising an eyebrow up in confusion and imploring you to continue speaking.

"I think you said you would go for 2 of the same piercings if the first one looked nice, no?" you say before pressing your lips against his once again. Sunday was barely able to understand the meaning behind your words before he could feel the same pain of the needle shoot through his already overly-sensitive wing.

The loud gasp he lets out is swallowed by your lips, his open mouth letting your tongue slip inside while the piercing gun in your hand slips away from your lips now that you've done your part of the deal. Your hands settle themselves against Sunday's cheeks now- wiping away the few tears that have now slipped down from his glossy eyes with your thumb.

There's a certain desperation in Sunday's hands by your waist. He had first bunched the material of your clothes upwards by surprise, but now he's slipping his gloved hands beneath them and quickly traveling further up - he moves in a way that you don't know if he's trying to push you away to scold you, or press you closer to him to feel your warmth.

He eventually decides to push you away. His cheeks are reddened and he's heaving for breaths while he's glaring down at you in mild disappointment and a hint of excitement - and yet the hands that's dragging the buttons of your shirt from inside to snap them open tells another desire from the esteemed leader of Penacony.

The same mischievous smile is present on your lips when you part ways, your lips are a bit swollen but it doesn't stop their journey from grazing against his now incredibly sensitive right wing, the jerk of his entire body not bothering you in the slightest as your lips glide over his feathers, your lover shuddering a bit when you let out a breath right over his newly pierced wings.

"All done now, my love," you mutter into his ear, shrugging off your now ruined shirt off of one shoulder, "Do I get any reward for doing this so smoothly and quickly?"

Sunday lets out a scoff, rolling his eyes at your triumphant expression before shoving you down onto the couch the two of you were previously resting on. "I'm thinking a punishment is more fitting for how you didn't warn me of your actions twice, no?"

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[kechiwrites]

boom, recluse erotica writer simon and avid fan reader who gets to meet their idol in person.

His assistant leaves the two of you alone, and the silence is stifling. You fidget with the book in your hands, the one you wanted signed. It's well worn, spine broken at least ten times over, pages dried wavy from a beach trip two years ago. a tear at the corner of the trade paperback's cover. You'd wanted to get a new copy, but they'd been out of print everywhere.

You drag your toe back and forth over scratchy carpet and listen to the sound of his faucet dripping. What noise his pencil makes as it scratches over paper. He doesn't look at you, just continues to work like you're not even there. He's huge. Bigger than you'd thought he be, and blond. Broad shoulders and pale, inked skin hunched over a work desk that seems just a little too small for a man with his build. From what you can see, a laptop lies to the right of him, bulky and humming with life, only recently snapped shut, fast enough that the author hadn't the time to shut it down properly.

Despite the awkwardness, the silence, excited butterflies bat back and forth in your stomach when you think about what the outdated device stores; half finished manuscripts, character or plot charts, his inner musings?

The sensation, the curiousity, goads you into speaking. Finally.

"Mr. Spectre? I'm a huge fan." You sound breathless, kind of desperate. but you were. you are. He's your favourite author. His books are your constant companion. And yeah, it's smut. But it's good. His prose makes your skin tingle from phantom touch, makes your pulse rage, your insides clench.

"D'you touch yourself to my books?" He must've turned around while you were staring at the floor, because when you whip your head up at the intrusive, inappropriate question, L.T. Spectre is staring at you.

"Pardon?" You sputter in disbelief.

And he rolls his eyes.

"Y'said you were a fan. Do you touch yourself to my books?" He enunciates the question clearly, Iike he thinks you're stupid. His accent is thick, gruff. An unexpected but near-perfect compliment to the pitch of his voice.

"Wh-what?" Your brain stutters and stalls like an engine past it's prime, unable to speak the truth but refusing to lie too.

"Which ones?" His black honey eyes are sharp, poring, behind his rectangle wire glasses. His gaze sweeps over you, head to toe and back again, lingering on the novel clutched tightly in your hands, before he turns back to his work, sniffing once.

"It's the ones with praise, huh? You seem like the type to need it."

nasty, nasty man probably dangles drafts and manuscripts over your nose in exchange for a few hours of you under his desk.

#simon riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley x gender neutral reader #simon riley x black reader #ghost x black reader #simon riley x you #ghost imagine #kechiwrites #cod x reader #ghost call of duty

[incognit0slut]

Body on mine

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Y/n and Spencer finds a way to spend the night together on a team retreat. Based on;

warnings: 18+ includes overstimulation, chocking, unprotected sex, creampie, and soft!dom Spence with a mirror involved

words: 5.9k (hehe)

a/n: my goal is to make you hot and flustered by the end of this, also watch the edit I made based on this writing (using voice ai because I mastered eleven labs!). The more delusional we are, the better🥰

MASTERLIST

“…when you put your body on mine, and collide, collide…”

"SNEAK INTO MY ROOM TONIGHT."

Spencer’s gaping mouth was an indication of how baffling her suggestion was. He tried not to give away the disbelief in his eyes, especially when he was good at maintaining a poker face—given he was a master of the game—but it was hard to act as if her words weren’t affecting him. And they did. Badly.

In fairness, it wasn't simply her words that stirred him. It was everything about her. The way she carried herself, the way she stood in front of him, a silhouette against the backdrop of crashing waves and gently swaying palm trees. The way the sun illuminated her features, highlighting the curve of her smile and the sparkle in her eyes.

But it was her words that heightened his senses as his mind conjured vivid images of what would happen with her proposition. It also reminded him how her suggestive offer happened at an inappropriate time, a moment when he should have exercised restraint.

"I'll leave the door unlocked," her sultry voice, carried by the gentle wind, reached his ears like a melodic symphony. It was a sound that evoked a longing deep within him. "Come by around midnight."

He gulped as his eyes wandered to their teammates gathered by the shore, engaged in a spirited game of beach volleyball, their competitive spirits matched by bursts of laughter and playful banter. Everyone was there except for Rossi who sat under the shade of a massive umbrella, and of course, excluding the two of them, who were now huddled under a food stall nearby.

Spencer had the duty to bring in more snacks and drinks when Y/n offered her help. It turned out she had other intentions behind her assistance, which was anything but innocent with the way she was standing close to him, bringing up their ongoing rendezvous without their friends' knowledge. At the thought of this, he nodded their way. "They'll notice."

"Not when they're fast asleep they won't."

His eyes drew back to her. "Hotch is a late sleeper."

"You're right," she mused, then she gave him a coy smile. "Come by my room around 2 then."

His eyes darted around nervously, his mind locked in a relentless battle between reason and longing. His thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of forbidden fantasies, each one more tantalizing than the last. With a heavy sigh, he gathered the strength to resist the pull of his desires. "Do you think we should do this?"

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "I'm offering you to sleep with me and you're opposed to the idea?"

"What? No!" He quickly shook his head. "I didn't mean it that way."

She fixed her eyes on him with an alluring gaze, her lips curved into a mischievous smile. He watched as she removed the plastic wrapper of her recently bought popsicle, pulling out the frozen treat, her fingers moving with deliberate slowness.

"Loosen up, Reid. It'll be fun. Besides," she continued as she drew the ice pop closer to her lips, feeling the coolness radiate from the icy surface. "I brought something along this trip that I really want to show you."

Then he watched her, his eyes drinking in the way she wrapped her lips around the cold treat, unraveling the boundaries of his imagination. She savored the tangy sweetness that burst in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his gaze. The bright red juice trickled down her chin, leaving a sticky trail in its wake and Spencer felt the weight of temptation pressing upon him, especially when her tongue slid along her mouth, capturing every last drop of the delicious treat.

Her movement exuded a potent magnetism, a subtle yet irresistible lure that drew him closer to the edge of indulgence. He would be a fool to decline a night of having her sweaty, naked body writhing under him.

"I'll be there."

And that was how he found himself walking stealthily through their rented villa hours later.

True to his words, Hotch was a late sleeper. But he wasn't the only one still awake in the dead of the night. Somehow he and Rossi were still in the kitchen, indulging themselves in the expensive liquor Rossi had brought along on this retreat. They had also invited him to join, but Spencer feigned fatigue and quickly excused himself, only to find Morgan and Garcia coming down the stairs as he climbed up to the second floor.

Now it was barely past midnight and half of the team was still wide awake—but he couldn't wait any longer. Not when the curiosity of what she wanted to show him fueled the fire within him, intensifying his longing with each passing second.

That was why he was making his way toward her room as stealthy as possible. He glanced down the dim-lit hallway before stopping right in front of her door. It was then he heard the faint shuffling noises coming from the room next door, certain it was Emily's lodging for the night. Then suddenly the door next to him rattled and Spencer's eyes widened as the adrenaline coursed through his veins, his heartbeat quickening its pace.

He reached out in a single fluid motion, his hand trembling ever so slightly, and grasped the cool metal handle in front of him. A rush of relief washed over him as he quickly slipped into the room before closing the door harshly amid his panic, a jarring thud echoing in the silence.

The sudden sound jolted Y/n as she twirled around in surprise.

"Reid," she hissed, her eyes darting toward the clock on the wall. "What are you doing? I told you to come by in another two hours!"

He looked over to her, and whatever thoughts he had at that fleeting moment completely dissolved into thin air. His eyes fell upon her and his words become entangled in a tangled web of astonishment. Spencer had seen her in clothes that weren't exactly modest, but he had never seen her adorned in a risqué outfit that accentuates every contour of her body.

The dress clung to her like a second skin, embracing her curves with a provocative grace, tracing the outline of her waist and hips with tantalizing precision. His eyes caressed the gentle slope of her shoulders, the smooth expanse of her collarbone, and the delicate neckline that plunged daringly. The delicate lace and sheer panels teased his senses, offering glimpses of beauty that lay beneath the surface—a beauty he could see a fragment of as his gaze lingered on her hard nipples pressed against the see-through fabric.

"Is that—" He cleared his throat, the hoarseness in his voice sounding foreign to him. "Is that what you wanted to show me?"

She looked into the full-body mirror she stood before by the bed, catching her reflection. "Technically. I brought a bunch of these and I was trying them on..." Her eyes drew back to him. "Until you came sooner than expected."

"Should I not be here now?"

"It kind of ruins the surprise."

His eyes slowly roamed across her body, stopping a little longer on the short hem of her fabric that stopped in the middle of her thigh. "I'd say you've accomplished whatever reaction you were aiming for."

She watched as he took a slow step forward, his eyes never wavered from her, locked onto her form with an intensity that had her feeling breathless. "I take it that you like this one?"

"I love it."

An amused smile formed on her lips. "But you haven't seen the other ones I brought."

"I'm certain I would also love them on you. But this—" His gaze revealed the depths of his desire, a hunger that burned bright within him. It was a flame that flickered in his eyes, igniting the anticipation that coursed through his veins. "Never knew I liked the color red."

As he took deliberate steps towards her, a surge of anticipation gripped her being. The intensity of his gaze, filled with longing and need, held her captive. With each stride, he closed the distance between them, his presence growing stronger, more intoxicating. She could feel his gaze caressing her, leaving a trail of heat and anticipation.

As he finally stood before her, the weight of his presence wrapped around her like a warm embrace. Visibly heaving and clenching her thighs, she peered at him with veiled anticipation, unbidden lust scorching at her core which lost all battle to and demanded to be consumed by the heat that radiated from his body. She could feel the intensity of his need, tangible and potent.

"You're beautiful," he said, reaching for her waist, both of his thumbs lightly rubbing along the material of the soft fabric. Then his hands slowly slid their way up her hips, gradually snaking their way up over her rib cage until both of his large palms paused at her breasts. "So fucking beautiful."

Then he squeezed her breasts roughly over the material and she gasped, thighs tightening together.

Y/n wasn't sure which reason she was surprised more, the way his touch was rougher than usual or the fact that he was cursing, because there were only two occasions for that to happen—either he was really, really mad, or he was far too aroused to properly filter his mouth.

It was definitely the latter considering she could distinctly see the bulge forming in his pants. And then his hands were quickly sliding down her body, gliding down over the curve of her ass. Feeling his fingers splay wide over each cheek beneath the fabric, he abruptly gave her a firm squeeze.

The way they stood in front of the mirror gave him a clear view of her backside as he marveled at the way her flesh molded in his grip. The tips of his fingers grazed her skin, the fabric having ridden up while he roughly kneaded her ass. Spencer almost purred when both of his hands fully slipped under the material only to be greeted with bare skin.

"Are you not wearing anything under this?" he whispered into her ear, the tip of his nose nuzzling into her cheek.

"It's called a thong."

He took a step closer and she could feel his arousal pressing into her leg. His forehead dropped down to her shoulder, resting there as his nails lightly dug into the flesh beneath his hands. "You want to torture me, don't you?"

She couldn't stop the giggle falling from her mouth. "Maybe."

He lifted his head, gently nipping at her shoulder. A shudder ran down her spine when he lightly kissed the spot afterward. "Laugh all you want now," he softly murmured against her skin. "You won't be able to laugh by the end of tonight."

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to surrender completely to his caresses, to the raw intensity that pulsed in her veins. "Spence."

The way she pronounced his given name held a power that transcended the ordinary, leaving him spellbound. "I love it when you call my name."

She felt a surge of confidence in his words that she let out a moan a she threw her head back, giving him better access while he gently peppered her neck with kisses. "Spencer."

Then it happened in a flash. One moment he was holding her gently and the next thing she knew, rough fingers gripped around the base of her throat, forcing her to look into the depths of his eyes. She could sense the unyielding force of his longing and desire. It was a palpable energy, a hunger that radiated from him, enveloping her in its intensity. She squirmed in his grip, mouth open as she gasped for air.

"Now you're just playing with fire."

She sensed the dominance that simmered beneath his touch, an innate desire to take control, to possess her completely. His hands, firm yet gentle, left trails of sensation along her skin, marking her as his own. It was a force that she couldn't ignore, nor did she want to. Instead, she surrendered to the raw power of his need, allowing it to wash over her.

"I must warn you," he murmured, licking across his bottom lip. "I'm not feeling like my usual self tonight."

She felt a shiver of anticipation ripple through her body. His words, laced with a commanding tone, sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

"You trust me, don't you?" She found herself nodding in agreement. "And you'll tell me if I'm being too much on you?"

She nodded again.

A satisfied smile played on his lips. "Good."

Then his breath was on hers. Their lips finally met in a gentle, tentative union, the soft brush of skin against skin. It was a delicate dance, a mingling of breath and desire that sent ripples of sensation throughout their bodies. She gasped out a moan, not expecting the enthusiastic way he devoured her, rolling her lips into the frantic motions of his wandering tongue.

As their bodies pressed closer, their mouths molded together with a hunger that defied words. It was a sensory feast, an exploration of pleasure that left them craving for more.

He slowly pulled away and breathed against her lips, "Turn for me."

Her hazy mind was trying to comprehend his request. "W-What?"

"I want to see you. Turn around for me."

She obliged his command without further thought, mostly because she was already willingly surrendered to the force of his dominant nature.

He stood behind her, his gaze fixated on the reflection before him. The soft glow of the ambient light accentuated her curves, casting a mesmerizing aura around her. His fingertips grazed the smooth surface of her arm, a gentle caress that sent shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. "Look at how beautiful you are."

He watched himself in the mirror as his hands made their way from caressing the softness of her stomach to gripping onto points of her hips and then up over the swells of her breasts. He gave them both a firm squeeze, admiring how they looked in his hands, how her skin radiates beneath his own. Then his lips descended upon the nape of her neck, pressing gentle kisses that left a trail of fire.

She whimpered when he pinched gently at her nipples to see it harden instantly against his touch. "...Spence."

He hummed a satisfied sound as his hands found their way back to her hips again, directing her with a low, sultry groan, "Sit down between my legs." Her eyes snapped towards his through the reflection. He simply smiled. "Don't worry. Just let me admire you."

That was how she ended up sitting in front of him on the bed, her back resting against his chest. Spencer carefully nudged her legs apart with his hand, and she couldn't resist looking away when she saw herself in such an explicit and vulnerable position. His breath, warm against her skin, mingled with the scent of her arousal, creating a heady atmosphere of desire. "I thought you wanted me to admire you in this outfit?"

Her eyes were brought back to the mirror. "I do."

"Then watch me while I do exactly just that."

He didn't leave her time to react because his fingers were already trailing around to feel over her stomach, across the dip of her navel, up and down the thickness of her thighs until they stopped between her legs. She could see herself clearly. The slick fabric of her thong was already a second skin to her, sticking against her arousal which barely covered her sex. Then his fingers moved deliberately slow as he grabbed onto the flimsy material, gently knitting it together in his hand before pulling it up along her wet folds.

Oh my god.

The friction startled her as she felt an unfamiliar pain while he continued to tug on the fabric, but at the same time, she felt a surge of arousal as it nudged against her clit. She was lost in this feeling, of him grinding the material against her core, of the view of her legs spread wide open in the mirror, of his ragged voice breathing in her ear... it was all too much.

And when she thought she couldn't take more of the pleasure building up in her body, he proved her wrong by pushing her thong aside, finally exposing her flesh in the open. The second his fingers slipped into the pooling wetness of her folds, spreading them open for himself to see, she couldn't help but let out a moan louder than she intended to.

"Shh," he cooed, his breath hot against her skin. "We don't want the others to know what we're doing, do we?"

She shook her head helplessly, watching as his fingers continued their exploration. She could already feel him harden with each steady, rhythmic beat of his heart while his fingers explored her, collecting the slick of her arousal before spreading it along her folds. His voice was a bit louder this time, the filthy words echoing in her clouded mind, "You like this, don't you? Look how fucking wet you're getting."

There went another curse word and somehow it managed to peak her arousal. There really was something about being the reason for him to act this way, so primal and dominant, so crude and demanding. His voice, deep and resonant, carried an authority that sent shivers of anticipation cascading through her body. It was a voice that commanded attention, demanding her full submission to his desires.

"Do you wanna see how my fingers look inside you?" He was taunting her now, teasing his fingers around the entrance of her like a twisted, evil game.

One of her hands gripped his thigh, the need to be pleasured so strong in her core that she couldn't help but cry out desperately. "Spencer, please...please."

He gently laughed at her despair, the throaty sound made her shiver. She let out a soft whimper when he finally gave her desperate pleas by sliding his middle finger into her.

Her eyes rolled at the back of her head before she instinctively closed her eyes. "Fuck..."

It wasn't long before his other hand gripped her chin, forcing her to open her eyes. "Keep your eyes open or I'll stop," he groaned into her ear. This alone almost sent her teetering right over the edge, just feeling his finger locked inside her. She settled to watch how his hand flexed as he began to slowly pump his finger in and out of her before adding another to stretch her out.

The bedroom was quickly filled with the lewd sound of his fingers plunging into her, suddenly moving at a crazy, mind-numbing pace as he curled them the way he knew would make her weak.

Her throbbing heat swallowed his fingers greedily as she caught a glimpse of them in the mirror, the only sounds echoing in their shared space were the hard breathings and low noises of her wetness and his fingers finding that sweet spot relentlessly. Spencer gently placed a kiss on her cheek and pressed his palm against her clit, feeling her body jolt in pleasure as he moved his hand.

She turned her head towards him, her lips capturing his in a needy kiss. He swallowed all her whimpers and bit her bottom lip before her tongue slid inside his mouth, sloppy and rough, and yet he wouldn't have it any other way. The closer she was reaching her high, the more intense the movements of his fingers became. She let out a gasp when the coil in her stomach tightened her core.

"Keep your voice down," he whispered, his fingers still driving in and out of her. "Don't worry, I got you. I got you."

She did her best to try to drag her focus back to their reflection through her fogged daze from her heavy, closing lids. The sight of him withdrawing his soaked fingers from her to circle changing patterns across her clit elicited a symphony of sighs and gasps, a testament to the depths of her pleasure. She could feel his breath against her skin, warm and tantalizing, as he placed gentle kisses along the nape of her neck.

"Spence...I'm so close," she sighed between heavy pants.

He nodded against her. "I can feel you. Let go for me. I want to see you."

She closed her eyes, ready to simply enjoy the thrilling and wonderful feelings of the pleasure he was bringing to her. When she was about to reach for her high, rolling her hips against his fingers as the tension in her body rose higher, he suddenly pulled them out and she whimpered at the loss. Her eyes settled on his gaze through the mirror.

"Sweetheart," he whispered gently, but then his fingers gripped around her throat again, forcing her attention back on her arousal glistening in the light. "I need you to keep your eyes on yourself."

She let out a strangled moan but managed to nod her head helplessly. Satisfied she was listening to him, he then started rubbing her clit roughly. She let out a muffled cry as she felt her orgasm rushing, his hold tightening around her throat as his fingers kept stimulating her clit in quick motions. She cried out his name over and over like a skipping, broken record.

"That's it. Say my name," He nipped at her skin, stinging that sensitive flesh between his teeth. "You're doing so good."

One look at the reflection before her was all she needed to fall apart. Seeing his arms holding her in place while his thighs were wide open behind her was more enticing than she had ever imagined. The way he touched her, so caring yet so dominant was the last drop for her to come hard, nails digging painfully into his forearm as her body went rigid.

The person staring back at her was one she almost didn't recognize. Her hair was frizzy and disheveled as it stick to her cheeks, her cheeks were flushed bright red and her face was coated in a sheen of sweat. Her eyes followed down her own body to see the mess coating his fingers, pooling between her thighs. She was still trying to reel back her senses when he suddenly let go of her.

"Lay on your back," he demanded, carefully pushing her onto the bed.

Then he proceeded to jump off the bed, his hands quickly removing his shirt before throwing it to the floor. Then she watched him as he started unbuckling his belt and—how did he manage to make it look so sensual? He dragged his tongue across his lips as he lingered at the sight of her sprawled wide open before him. The sound of his zipper being pulled down echoed throughout the room while he locked her gaze, finally slipping out of the last piece of clothing.

In one swift motion, he reached out and hooked his arms under her thighs and roughly yanked her further toward the edge of the bed. She squealed at the sudden movement in which he leveled her with a strong, disapproving gaze. "What did I tell you about keeping quiet?"

She nodded and watched as he slipped off her thong through her legs, slightly lifting her hips. Then he moved closer and positioned himself between her legs, taking his twitching cock in his hand as he stroked from base to tip, ready to bury himself inside her.

"So messy," He mumbled, dragging his cock along her folds as the head caught her entrance. "You're drenched."

She grumbled out a faint whimper.

"Make one noise and I'll stop," he sighed before slotting the head of his cock through her slit, catching the dewy arousal pooling there. Every fiber of his being trembled with the weight of desire, teetering on the edge of control.

"S-Spence," she mewled, her cheeks heated at the sensation of him pushing into her, the burning stretch of his tip reached places that felt nearly impossible to find.

"Shh," he whispered, desperately holding onto every self-control he had with the way she was already gripping him. "God, you're so tight."

"Baby," she mumbled, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him with the utmost desperation. "Just fuck me already."

It was as if a dam had burst, unleashing a torrent of pent-up desire that had been building within him for far too long. The walls he had erected to hold back his cravings began to crumble, surrendering to the tempestuous storm that raged inside him.

With a breathless whisper, he reached out, his hands trembling in anticipation. "I'm afraid I don't have the restraint to be gentle," he exhaled, appetence thick in his throat. Searching fingers trailed over her stomach and eventually rested at her thighs and dug into the flesh until he couldn't hesitate anymore, and thrust to the hilt. "Forgive me."

At that moment, he finally let go, relinquishing control to the overwhelming force of his desire. He started out slow, enjoying the tightness wrapping around him as she gasped out his name. It was like he was reading her mind, moving at exactly the right pace to make her comfortable, but also building that delicious pressure. The roll of his hips pulled her into a trance as her body responded; muscles straining, eyes widening, lips parting.

She watched as he threw both of her ankles up onto his shoulders, his hands pinning them to his body. She felt his fingers firmly grip her legs tighter before he abruptly snapped his hips forward, his cock driving all the way into her instantly.

“Keep going," she breathed out, eyes snapping shut.

The grip on her face startled her as her eyelids fluttered open again. "Keep your eyes on me."

A low moan escaped her lips. He leaned over, hovering above her, his hands pushing her legs as they pressed against her body. The position allowed him to bury himself so deep inside of her, that the pleasant sting of him hitting her reverberated around her entire body. Her legs along his chest were already trembling against him as he continued to slam himself into her over and over.

"Don't make a fucking sound."

She hummed a reply before he leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, hungry kiss. He trailed his lips down her throat before slightly pulling away, watching the way she was staring up at him, gasping and withering at every hard thrust of his hips. Her eyelids grew heavy under the weight of his stare, her mouth going slack as she felt the slow withdrawal of his cock, but she wasn't prepared for the way he rammed himself swiftly forward into her seconds later.

"Fuck, baby," she whimpered, feeling him stretching her all over again.

His hand slid back down to her throat, wrapping his fingers around it. Squeezing with just the right pressure, he picked up his pace, his hips rocking more rapidly into her. The hand on her throat tightened and she relaxed into his touch, feeling her climax reaching up to her as her own hand latched onto his forearm.

She continued to meet his savage thrusts with her hips, though his pace was near impossible for her to keep up with. Every soft grunt of his was falling almost into her ear and she couldn't help the way it was sending goosebumps across her skin. "Spence."

He could feel her walls clenching around him. "Don't come before me."

The demand startled her, because in honesty, Spencer always prioritized her needs before him. "W-What?"

"Trust me," he grunted, his lips hovering inches above hers. "Hold on a little longer."

There was nothing else she could do but to obey. There was something addicting with the way she easily surrendered control to him with so much trust that made pride swell in his chest, something about the sight of her obediently agreeing to him. Each forward thrust of his hips had her jolting, her breasts bouncing inside her barely covered outfit as the tip of his cock hit deep inside her.

The sounds that filled the room were vile. She faintly looked down between them as the crude sound of her slick walls squelching around his cock rang in her ears, leaving creamy rings of her slick around the base of his cock. A motion almost knocked the wind out of her as she let out a silent moan, lips parted in pleasure as he began a frantic pace.

And then he came undone. The intensity of his orgasm was enough for him to have an out-of-body experience, his vision going white as he filled her, her name drunkenly dripping off his lips. It was also enough for her to feel his warmth spread in her core, enough for her to clench hard around his cock as her own orgasm tugged her without warning, her legs shaking and her vision blurred as she felt the sensation traveling through every nerve of her body.

Her pleasure didn't go unnoticed by him as he frowned, his chest heaving while he tried to calm himself. "I thought I told you to wait."

She looked up at him tiredly. "You made it hard for me to wait."

He gave her a manic smile that sent a shiver down her spine before prompting himself on his arms, his dark curls tickling her skin as he stared down at her. The moment she felt him moving his hips again, she looked up in a panic.

"What are you doing—shit." He thrust his hips into her violently, her body squirming at his movement. "T-Too much."

"You came without my permission, might as well give you another one."

She bucked wildly beneath him, trying desperately to escape the tormenting way he was thrusting into her. She bit her lip from making a sound as he leaned back, pushing her thighs wide to expose her to him. "I-I can't."

"You can," he muttered, eyes never leaving the way he filled her up, his own release coating the slickness of her arousal. It was such a crude, messy sight, yet he was so infatuated by it. His thumb then fell on her swollen clit, moving it frantically in a circular motion. "You've been doing so well."

"Fuck." She stuttered out incoherent words as he thrust in and out of her in quick progressions, impatient and rabid. Pleasure and pain intermingled with each other so much that her brain couldn't process which one was which as they blurred. "Spence."

Then she couldn't take it anymore. It was too much for her to bear as her body erupted in flames, every vein of her being scorched with the fierceness of pleasure running through it, every collision of his hips into her sending sparks down her thighs. The climax swept through her like molten lava, swallowing her whole and threatening to drown her in a sea of pleasure. 

"That's it, good girl," he grunted. There was something about how she was letting him witness such a sight, to let him bask in her lust-driven state. His fingers continued their torture on her clit. "So fucking pretty."

He didn't allow her even a moment to reprieve or a second to fully come down from her high, keeping up the same frantic pace until she was freefalling into another orgasm so strong that she briefly forgot how to breathe. It wracked through her like a creature possessed, pulling her muscles taut and rendering her completely speechless. She couldn't have screamed his name even if she tried. Every nerve seemed to vibrate with divine electricity that consumed her entirely. She trembled uncontrollably, her limbs quivering with the sheer magnitude of the sensations coursing through her body.

Her vision became a hazy blur as the world around faded into insignificance. The room, once familiar, now dissolved into a backdrop of abstract shapes and colors. Her eyes, filled with tears of ecstasy, mirrored the tumultuous storm within. They spilled over, tracing a path down her flushed cheeks. She gasped for breath, struggling to anchor herself in the midst of the whirlwind that enveloped her.

Somehow amidst her shaking form, Spencer managed to pull her into his embrace, settling them onto the mattress before pulling the covers over their body. He held her and peppered the side of her face with gentle kisses as his hands soothed down her trembling body. 

“Hey, I got you. I'm right here."

The intensity was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a fusion of pleasure and vulnerability that brought her to the edge of her limits. She clung to the precipice, teetering on the brink of overwhelming release, as her body continued to convulse. Her grip tightened on his arm as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Baby, breath with me," he muttered, gently cupping her face. "Breath in... breath out."

She followed him, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took as he helped her through it. And as the tremors subsided, she gradually returned to herself, her senses reawakening to the world around her. Her breathing steadied as she basked in the aftermath of the blissful storm that had swept her away.

"I'm sorry."

She shifted in his arms and glanced at him, noticing the way he was looking at her with worry. "Why?"

He gently swiped away the remnants of the tears still glistening in her eyes, evidence of the overwhelming intensity that had consumed her. "I pushed you too much."

"Spencer," she said, her voice dripping with astonishment. "That was the best sex of my life."

An amused chuckle escaped his lips. "Yeah?"

"Yes," she confirmed. "And it would hurt my ego if you don’t say the same thing."

His shoulder shook as he continued to laugh. "Y/n," he urged on, pressing a soft kiss on her mouth, smiling against her lips. "You're the best of everything that has ever happened to me."

As his words washed over her, a surge of warmth and tenderness enveloped her heart. She looked into his eyes, her gaze locked with his, and she could see the sincerity that radiated from his every word. His confession held a weight that transcended mere compliments or flattery and a soft smile played upon her lips as her eyes shimmered with a mixture of joy and disbelief.

But their moment was interrupted by the sudden sound of the door rattling without their knowledge.

"Y/n," Garcia walked into the room, her eyes focusing on the tablet in her hand. "Can you—"

Then she looked up, her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she stood still. She blinked, hoping to dispel the illusion, but it remained, solidifying the reality of what she beheld. She finally let out a scream.

"What the hell?!" She groaned in disbelief, quickly turning around. "Seriously?"

Y/n winced and let out a sigh. "...surprise?"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't see that!" Garcia yelled, already out of the room as she shut the door behind her. Then her voice rang in the air, muffled by the walls. "I'm happy for the both of you but very, very traumatized."

Her footsteps disappeared down the hallway and Y/n let out a breath she wasn't aware of holding. She quickly swat Spencer's arm and gave him a glare. "You didn't lock the door?!"

He gave her a sheepish smile. "Oops."

"Reid."

"You distracted me with your outfit!"

She groaned, burying her face against his neck. It wasn't that she didn't want anyone to find out about them, everyone would eventually know how infatuated they were with one another. But she never thought they would find out this way.

He slowly kissed her shoulder before mumbling against the skin, "So much for keeping quiet, huh?"

She burst into laughter, shoving an elbow into his side, not knowing whether to find this amusing or wanting to die out of embarrassment. "Shut the fuck up."

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[kitkatscabinet]

Break up with your boyfriend

John Mactavish x reader x Kyle Garrick

Requested by @bunnyreaper

Summary: Johnny and Kyle are hardly pleased with the news you're dating someone who's not them, and promptly decide to remedy the situation.

Word count: 1.5k

“Sorry can’t, I’m calling my boyfriend tonight.” Your words reverberate through Soap’s mind even hours later, a neverending loop as he dazedly tries to make sense of the Earth shattering revelation. My boyfriend. Boyfriend. 

The heinous word mocks him, causing him to scowl at his plate murderously as he stabs the slightly undercooked vegetables with his fork hard enough that it’s a miracle the plate doesn’t shatter under the force. 

Gaz, who had been staring warily for a few minutes decided it was time to finally speak up, “You alright mate? Didn’t think the food was that bad,” he attempted to joke, smile dying when Soap’s imperious glare turned to him. 

“Did you know?” Ominous words aside, Gaz quickly manages to get to the root of Soap’s ire, finding himself joining the petulant club of disgruntled men stabbing their food and imagining it’s your boyfriend. He’d probably squeal like a little bitch after only one punch Soap mused. Not at all the type of man worthy of you. 

Still, they grit their teeth and wallow in their jealousy and rage because you just seem so happy, even if they both privately think you’d be so much happier with them. These thoughts are never vocalised to one another but it’s clear in the way Kyle clenches his jaw when you smile at your phone, and the way Soap is constantly raring for a spar to expend the sudden rush of agitated energy, that neither of them are truly happy about the boyfriend. 

The fragilely maintained peace doesn’t last, shattering barely a few weeks after they’d recieved the news, because they finally meet him. It’s during an outing at the local bar that often housed soldiers during their down time. The team had been waiting for your arrival, Soap’s knee jiggling as Kyle repeatedly checked his phone. You were thirty minutes late, you were never late, and just when the boys begin to fear for the worst, you arrive, only with a man’s arm wrapped around your waist. 

Instantly Kyle’s smile dies and Johnny’s clutching his glass so tightly that it’s a miracle it didn’t smash into a million pieces. You seem a little harried, usually immaculate appearance a little messed and the rumples in your shirt give the team a perfect idea of why you’re late, not to mention the stupid smug smirk that’s painted on your asshole boyfriend’s face. 

While Kyle at least tries to be a little magnanimous, though the petty remarks do slip through, Soap doesn’t even try to hide his dislike. “This him then? Shorter than I’d pictured” Soap says with a predatory grin, shaking your boyfriends hand so hard that something pops. Those words set the tone for the rest of the night, and it’s only thanks to Price sensing the underlying tension and keeping your attention on him and Simon that you don’t truly notice and get upset. 

Stuck between the full force of Kyle and Johnny’s charm turned to the max, your boyfriend barely gets a sliver of your attention. Especially when Kyle’s hand migrates to rest on your knee, his thumb rubbing circles that feel like fire as you try to focus on anything else. (Later you’ll try not to feel sick when you just narrowly avoid moaning Kyle’s name instead.) 

By the time your boyfriend is practically dragging you out of the establishment with gritted teeth and a strained smile, it’s been decided. There’s no discussion, it’s a completely silent transition, but upon finally meeting the douchebag, him and Kyle are suddenly on the same page. That being to get you to leave your loser boyfriend, using whatever means necessary. 

It starts small, neither of them want to scare you off. They’ve both always been naturally flirty with you, touches that already bordered the line of inappropriate, but they need to get you used to the thought of them, both alone and together. As much as Johhny wants to pin you to the bed and fuck you stupid, Kyle convinces him its not the best route. They needed to get you reliant on their touch, their words, their praise until you could barely think of anything else, let alone the supposed man calling himself your boyfriend. 

Johnny hugs you every morning, inhaling your scent and crushing you against him far too long to be normal. Kyle asks you how you slept, cheekily commenting that you’d have slept better in his arms. They pull your focus from your phone, subtly sliding it out of sight or straight up pouting when you won’t pay attention to them. Spars always inevitably ended with them grinding against you, acting like they weren’t hard, smirking smugly at you when your eyes were drawn to their erection. 

It pays off, because it doesn’t escape either of their eagle eyed notice when you start to seek them out more, the way you lean into their touches, how you seem almost surprised yourself when you start to initiate, desperate for their touch. 

That’s when they start to kick it up a notch. 

You’ll never know that it’s not an accident, Kyle leaving his door open wide enough for you to hear the way he moans your name, to see his hand desperately jerking his cock. Though he’ll later ask if you liked the show, watching the mortification flood your face when you realise he caught you watching. “I don’t mind, you can watch whenever you like, if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you touch,” those damned whispered words haunt your every waking hour, filtering into your dreams so much that more than once you wake up achingly horny. 

Never one to be shown up, Johnny stumbles into your room, alcohol on his breath and cheeks flushed as he collapses ontop of you. He uses his bulk to squish you into the mattress, nuzzling into the skin of your neck and pinning your arms to your side with his own muscular ones.

“What are you-” you shriek out in surprise, only to be cut off when he shushes you. 

“Calm down. ‘S just me,” he murmurs, as if that was the only issue. Further protests fall on deaf ears as you’re forced to accept that Johnny is your blanlet for the night. (You don’t fight nearly as hard as you should.) 

It’s the worst sleep of your life. Not because its uncomfortable, no, Johnny’s body against yours is too comfortable, feels too good. Then your night turns straight into hell when he starts to grind against you in his sleep. You can feel everything, his cock is slotted perfectly with your groin and his moans and whimpers filter directly into your ear. In your panic and guilty arousal you don’t know what to do and just when you go to wake him, the ache between your won legs becoming too much to bare, he stills. Your heart roars thunderously in your ears, throat dry and senses dialled to 11 when you hazily realise that he’s cum. 

Too keyed up from a restless night and unwilling to look Johnny in the eyes, you miss the victorious smirk he shoots at an equally proud and jealous Kyle. If one was bad enough, now the two of them are always together and they are insistent on not leaving you alone. Hands on your hips, around your shoulders, brushing your ass as the other stands moves to fill whatever free space there is. Not to mention the relentless use of pet names, babe, lovey, honey, bug, darling, everything’s been given a go until they settled on the things that flustered you the most. 

The final straw is when you walk into your room to see Johnny and Kyle sloppily making out on your bed. You don’t say anything to them at the time, unwilling to speak or do anything that you might regret while you’re still with your boyfriend. You refuse to be that person. 

The fate of your relationship is decided barely three months following its inception though its not as difficult to break it off as you thought it would be, especially not when just before he tells you that he didn’t want you hanging around Johnny and Kyle anymore. It was him or them and wasn’t it a little funny that he genuinely thought you’d pick him? 

It’s the fastest breakup of your life, not even a five minute phone call. Though you had hung up when he’d started to scream at you, all but running back to your room where Kyle and Johnny were waiting with matching grins, pulling you down between them like they’d practiced. 

Tags: @juvenillia @ghostslillady @tokusho @ohworm-writes @kmi-02 @dumb-fawkin-bitch @jumpofmyclif @tiredmetalenthusiast @cooliofango @101crows

#x reader #cod mw x reader #soap x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader x john mactavish #cod mw

[lazybutsmexy]

Are you looking for a wife?

Alejandro Vargas x fem!reader

Warnings: pure fluff, mention of injuries, probably very wrong medical information, prescribed drug use, some cursing.

Summary: whenever you get ketamine as pain relief, you lose all thought-to-speech filter.

On AO3

A/N: I just watched an episode of one of those shows about air ambulances from the UK where they gave a guy ketamine, and he was high as a kite and kept telling the doctor (who was like 20 years older) "you're my kind of bird 🥺♥️". You really can get inspiration from anywhere, huh.

•~•~•~•~•

It had been one of those missions that went to shit really quick but somehow the Ghost team got the upper hand in the end. The intel was found, the hostage was rescued, and most of the team got away with minimal injuries.

Unfortunately for you, you were the exception to the last one.

The bullet and the stab wound you had received left you at a risk of bleeding out. One of the Vaqueros - Fernando, you learned - had enough medical training to treat you on site, but you really needed the MedEvac stat. The stim shot you had given yourself during the heat of the battle had long since worn off, and you were administered a strong dose of ketamine to keep your blood pressure from spiking any further and help with the pain once you all made it to the safe house.

However, one funny secondary effect you always got when you were given that drug, was that you lost all filters with your musings. They were never inappropriate per se, just plain weird. In a few words, you were high off your tits.

"...Mars is the only planet in the universe to be entirely inhabited by robots…" you mumbled to no one in particular as you stared straight at the roof over your head, past the top of Fernando's head who was still stitching a scratch on your forehead - only God knows how you got that one. Fernando just blinked at you and shook his head, focusing on his task, while Soap, who wasn't that far from you, was having a really hard time trying not to laugh at your stoner talk.

The utter (non?)sense that came out of your mouth was indeed amusing to whoever was listening closely, mostly Soap and Ghost, who, like the rest of 141, were already used to your reaction to ketamine from previous experiences, and would sometimes even prompt more unhinged thoughts from you. Price tried not to pay too much attention to whatever you said - he knew that as long as you were somewhat coherent and cohesive with your words, they could rule out any brain damage. Whenever Gaz heard your comments, it actually made him think about what you said, always coming to the conclusion that you were actually onto something.

Fernando finally finished with your care and left to check some of the others, while you kept staring at the ceiling of the safehouse, completely lost in your thoughts again. Your eyelids felt heavy, but you weren't sure if it was because of the drug or the blood loss. You were trying really hard to stay awake, but now that your body wasn't burning with pain and the adrenaline had worn off, all the exhaustion from the previous days caught up with you.

You looked over at Ghost, who was now speaking to Alejandro, and couldn't help but sigh dreamily at the leader of the Vaqueros - your inhibitions had really flown out of the window when the ketamine hit. They both glanced at you and you blinked twice, each time your eyelids got heavier.

"LT, 'm sleepy," you groaned, not noticing that you were pouting at both your Lieutenant and the Colonel like a grumpy toddler that needed a nap.

Alejandro somehow maintained a passive stare at you - inwardly though, he was already cradling you in his arms and cooing sweet nothings at you until you fell asleep.

Ghost simply stared at your lying form, and walked closer to you, crouching down to take a better look at your bandages.

"...Well, since you aren't actively bleeding out, I suppose you can take a nap," Ghost huffed but quickly held a finger to your face before you could take him up on it, "but someone will wake you up every 30 minutes just to make sure you still live, copy?"

"Copy, LT, loud and cle-" you interrupted yourself and just stared straight at his skull mask. Ghost frowned, wondering if he should feel concerned.

"...Are you-"

"A cheeseburger," you interrupted him, your eyes wide like sauce plates, "is a dead cow covered with its lactation." As soon as you finished your sentence, your head lolled to the side and you were knocked out cold, a soft snore leaving your barely open lips.

"Bloody fucking hell, kid," Ghost sighed, shaking his head in defeat as Soap wheezed not far away from you.

Alejandro could only stare at you, his hand clutched to his chest. "...Ay, ternura…"

•~•~•~•~•

Thirty minutes had passed when Alejandro decided to check on you. Activity had lulled to a stop and most of the people were catching on some sleep, except for those keeping guard.

He could've gotten some shut-eye too, but he was the kind of leader who wouldn't completely rest until it was totally safe to do so for the whole team.

As he approached you, he noticed you were already awake and staring at the ceiling. He smiled softly, wondering if you were getting lost in your silly little thoughts again, and sat down next to you, watching your eyes focus on him this time.

"What's in your head, preciosa?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper so as to not wake the others.

"...Are you looking for a wife?" You whispered back at him after a few moments.

He blinked twice before leaning a little closer, wondering if he had heard you right, and if you could hear the way his heart rate picked up. "... Perdón?"

"Are you looking for a wife, Alejandro?" You repeated, dead serious.

He cleared his throat to get rid of the knot that formed there, before grinning at you. "...why? Are you offering?"

"... Yes," you nodded, offering him a little grin of your own, "where should I turn my résumé?"

He chuckled softly and reached down, fixing a stray lock from your forehead and tucked it behind your ear, "ask me again when you're sober and I might tell you, tesoro."

"Oh, the ketamine wore off," you sighed, slightly leaning into his fingers, "the pain woke me up, my whole body burns, actually."

His grin dropped and he frowned at you in concern, you looked awfully calm to be in that much pain. "...Want me to ask Fernando to give you some more?"

You shook your head, offering him a smile, but this time he noticed the sweat on your forehead and the frown in your brow as you tried not to move too much, "nah, I want to be sober to hear your answer. So? How do I apply?"

This time Alejandro could barely check the volume of his chuckle as he leaned even closer to you, his knuckles brushing your cheek, "If you're available, the position is all yours, preciosa."

This time you offered him a toothy smile, a flush staining your cheeks and all signs of pain gone from your features, "I make a mean huevo ranchero, you won't regret it."

"You could make me only tostadas for the rest of your life and I'd still look forward to them," he cooed, before signaling Fernando over to you, "now, let's get you comfortable for the trip, si?"

Just as he spoke, the rumble of the heli echoed in the distance, and little by little the teams woke up from their slumber. You got another shot of ketamine and were prepared for the journey, and it wasn't long until you started sharing your wisdom again with whoever could hear, much to Alejandro's delight, Soap's amusement, and Ghost's chagrin.

"If you think about it, the Miss Universe pageant should be called Miss Planet Earth, because no aliens participate in it… that we know of…"

A/N2: *quietly tags @ragingbookdragon here* 🤫♥️

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[crownmemes]

Criminal Sentences, Vol. 9

(Sentences from various sources for criminals and/or dangerous muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I've been known to kill a man or two."

"For every problem, there is a solution."

"I used to get into a little trouble when I was that age. Didn't you?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"I've never shot a man in the head. That's more your field of expertise."

"I thought for sure you were dead."

"I won't become a murderer!"

"Don't worry, your little secret's safe with me."

"I don't like anyone meddling in my private affairs."

"I find your use of the word 'mercy' strangely inappropriate."

"Being feminine doesn't mean that you are not a murderer."

"Did you really kill all those men?"

"What are you hiding?"

"You're the most cold-blooded man I've ever known."

"Have you ever killed anyone? I mean, have you ever got actual blood on your hands?"

"Oh, I'm not your friend."

"I regret that we met this way."

"My first impression was correct. You are a barbarian."

"You will cease to pry into my personal matters, or I shall certainly break your neck."

"Why have you got a gun?"

"Wait, wait, wait - how is this legal?"

"If you're going to stab me, stab me in the front."

"The first step to not getting caught is to not tell anyone what you're doing."

"Was this an attempt at a poetic death?"

"We all have our darker side. We need it; it's half of what we are."

"There are ways to convince you of your errors."

"You need to leave the country."

"Give in to yourself. You will be happier."

"So, are you ever going to tell me why you're on the run?"

"There is nothing wrong in doing what you want."

"I'm not a psychopath, I promise."

"I have a reputation for ruthlessness. You will find that it is deserved."

"I'm not afraid. In fact, I find this rather enjoyable."

"What better place to dispose of bloody clothes than a hospital? Just put on a fresh pair of scrubs and bingo!"

"You're the greatest liar I've ever met."

"What are you? A mercenary? A gun for hire?"

"Why are you endangering your life by coming here?"

"Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"I never believe a word the police tell me."

"I have done everything else for you, but I will not murder for you."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #assorted; #criminal;

[thedarkreunion69]

The Doctor's Vist

Gynecologist!Toji Fushiguro × Fem!Reader

SMUT 18+

Where you find yourself at the Gynecologist's office because of a 'problem'

🔞NSFW🔞-vaginal fingering,oral f!receiving,clit stimulation,age gap

"There's something wrong me, I can feel it"

"Well why do you think so? It's not that much of a big deal you know? Just use some toys or something" The brown haired girl replies while taking a sip of her coffee.

"I'm not using toys, what if they get stuck in there?" The thought does bring up curiosity in your mind, but it is overshadowed by the irrational fear of trying new things.

"They won't, trust me I've been using them since ages girl" Nobara chuckles and takes another sip of her coffee "I mean if you really think there's something wrong with you, you should go visit Megumi's dad. He's one of the best gynecologist in the whole city"

"Megumi's dad is a gynecologist?" You wondered why Megumi never told you that

"He is, you should go and see him just to be sure" Nobara says while unlocking her phone and doing something on it. "Here I booked you an appointment" She shows you the phone screen which says 'Appointment Confirmed'

"Let's see how it goes"

"You must be Megumi's friend. I'm doctor Fushiguro" The tall, buff dark haired man said. Your eyes widen upon seeing him and you could feel your cheeks burning. 'This is Megumi's Dad?' You wonder as you find yourself checking out the man in front of you. You felt your cheeks burn more as you started having many inappropriate thoughts about your friend's father.

"Y-Yes doctor, that's me" You replied, trying to maintain your composure while the handsome man in white coat wrote something on his clipboard.

"So what are your complaints princess?" You almost loose it the moment he says it.

"Doctor, I think there's something wrong with me" You try to think about ways to explain your situation in the most appropriate way without making a fool of yourself.

"And what might that be, my dear?" Toji asked with a soft grin, his hands resting on his desk.

"Well, how do I say this..." You are unable to put your situation in words and look down on your lap while blushing.

"Oh come on princess, there's no need to be shy you know?" He puts on of his hand on top of yours.

"Doctor I-I can't cum" You finally blurt it out and look away from him due to embarrassment.

"Hmm, that's interesting," he mused, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Tell me more about your symptoms and sexual experiences." He leaned forward slightly, his diamond jawline accentuating the movement.

"I had only be intimate with my ex boyfriend before, and he couldn't make me cum. I even tried masturbating but nothing works" You tried to explain your situation while blushing.

"I see" Toji responded, his gaze flickering over her body.

"Do you think there might be something wrong with me?" You ask while looking at the man infront.

"It's possible," he replied nonchalantly, his hands steepled together under his chin. "But first, we need to rule out any physical causes. Why don't you undress from the waist down and lie on the examination table?"

The thought of being naked in front of him brought of the feeling of desire as well as embarrassment, but you knew he was a professional and that was his job. So you nod and start to unzip your skirt. "Do I have to be fully naked?"

"Yes, please," he confirmed, his eyes not leaving her body for even a moment. "It's important for me to examine you thoroughly."

You take a deep breath and take of your panties, leaving your lower half fully exposed to Toji. You lay down on the examination table and spread your legs, wet folds fully on display for your friend's father.

"Now, let's begin" he said, his voice as smooth as silk. He leaned in closer, his face only inches away from your sensitive parts. "What kind of sensations do you feel when you're touched down here?"

"I have never really felt anything when my ex boyfriend touched me, he used to skip foreplay and go straight to the main thing. I've tried putting in a finger or two but I think my fingers are too small for me to feel anything"

"Hmm" he mused, reaching out to gently spread your folds apart. His fingers were big and strong, contrasting sharply with yours. "Let me show you something."

You find yourself biting your lower lip in anticipation. His thumb brushed lightly over your clit, feeling the hardened nub beneath his touch. The sensation was electric, a shockwave of pleasure coursing through your body. "This is what you've been missing," he whispered into your ear, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You could feel your body jerk with pleasure with just one touch

"You see?" This is how you should be touched princess" he said, his thumb massaging your clit while his other hand moved lower, teasing your opening with his fingers.

"D-Doctor it feels so good" The feeling of shame and embarrassment was slowly fading away as the man kept rubbing your clit

With a smirk, Toji continued to pleasure you, his fingers finding purchase inside you. His voice dropped lower, a husky whisper in your ear. "You know, you shouldn't be too shy. You can ask for more if you want."

"More doctor More! " You whined in pleasure as you started to feel a foreign sensation in your stomach.

Toji's fingers plunged deeper inside you as he picked up the pace, his thumb now rubbing against your G-spot in a rapid rhythm. "Let me show you what you've been missing sweetheart" He leans down and takes your clit in his mouth sucking hard. This caused you to let out another whine of pleasure with your back arching off the table

"Shh princess, you need to keep it down low. We wouldn't want the others to know about our special examination do we?" He speaks in a sultry tone while his tongue is licking and sucking all over your wet folds and his fingers keep going in an out

"That's it" he groaned, watching her body arch in pleasure. "Just like that princess" He says while sucking on your clit while his long, thick fingers plung deep inside your wet hole, brushing against your G spot making you see the stars.

That's when you felt the knot in your stomach snap. A feeling which you have never felt overtook your senses. Did Dr. Fushiguro really make you cum?

"I-I didn't knew I could do that Doctor" You looked at the man while trying to catch your breath

"That's because you've never been touched the right way, princess" he whispered, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. "You should ask for what you want, baby." His gaze held yours as he reached into his pocket and took out a business card.

"Thankyou Doctor" Your brain still couldn't comprehend what all just happened but you took the business card from him while your legs were still shaking.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. And remember, I'm always here to help." He gave you a wink before stepping out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the strange mix of emotions coursing throughout your body.

A/N: Thankyou so much for reading this. This is my first work so I hope you guys enjoyed it

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[pastelspoon31]

Chapter 8: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader) - NSFW

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), manipulation, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, gullible reader :(, a little bit of pseudo-incest, pretty much dead dove, do not watch movies with König.

A/N: This was the product of an insane period of brainrot when I was supposed to be studying for my exams.

Chapter 7 | Chapter 8| Masterlist

Your head felt fuzzy from the wine that you just consumed. 

It didn’t even make sense; you just had one glass!

You really had been trying to reduce your alcohol intake after you kept passing out at König's place almost every night of the week. Your alcohol tolerance must've plummeted from the stress of your assignments or something because these days you could barely have a glass without feeling dizzy.

But it wasn't enough to make you fall asleep yet, and so you found yourself sitting on König's lap, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

"Feeling dizzy, hase?" His smirk was hidden behind your shoulder.

"No.. Not really.." You muttered, a bit embarrassed at how quickly you were affected.

"Really? How odd." He mused, and his hands wandered to your front, gently tugging at the buttons on your blouse.

Your fuzzy head lolled over in his chest, whining softly.

It's okay, though. You won't remember anything.. Like always.

"Ah, liebling.. Pay attention to the movie. You picked it, remember?"

"I'm sorry.."

"Don't apologize, hase." He whispered and kissed your head, his hands unbuttoning your blouse and sliding it off your shoulders. His fingers expertly removed your breasts from the cups of your bra, and massaged the plump mounds of flesh.

"M-mhm.." You whined.

"Shh.. Pay attention to the movie, liebling. We're almost at the best part,"

König rolled a perky bud between his fingers, and pulled and tugged gently on the sensitive buds, earning small moanafter moan from your plump lips.

"König.." You mumbled, feeling him rub his erection against your clothed crotch.

"Mmm.. Yes, liebling?" He was pretending that he was unaffected by his touches.

"Ngh, mm.."

"You're getting distracted, hase." He whispered in your ear, his hands continuing to touch and tease you, making you squirm. "You're making me watch the movie with you, the least you could do is pay attention, ja?"

"Y-yes, König.."

He smirked to himself.

"Good girl.."

König's fingers traced circles around your nipples, making you arch into his touch. His behaviour was stoic and calm, as if he wasn't touching you inappropriately.

"König.." You mumbled, turning your head and pressing a kiss to his neck. His fingers pinched your nipples, as if warningyou.

"Shh.. Watch the movie, hase. Don't distract me." He hummed.

"B-but.."

"I told you, liebling, watch the movie." His eyes didn't even leave the screen as they inched closer go your soaked panties.

"N-no.." You whined, trying to push his hand away. He tutted you and swatted your hands.

"Now, hase. You've had too much alcohol, I won't have you misbehaving. Watch the movie, ja? It'll help with the dizziness."

"B-but-"

"No 'buts', hase. Now, watch the movie, ja?" He pulled you even closer onto his lap.

"You're not listening to me, are you, hase?" He tutted, his fingers tugging your underwear down.

"K-König.."

"Shhh.." His middle finger pushed past your wet lips, rubbing your clit.

"Watch the movie."

His other hand came up and covered your mouth, muffling the noises that you were making.

Your thoughts were all over the place, phasing between a dreamlike state and lucid, your eyes barely focusing on the movie, your senses only focused on the man behind you.

"Ah, look! They found the bomb. Finally.." He commented nonchalantly on the movie as he was pinching your clit between his fingers.

"Mm, ngh, mm!" You tried to speak against his hand.

"Hm? Are you okay, liebling? Did something happen?" He cooed, his fingers now pushing into your cunt.

"Is your head hurting, hase? Or did you get scared by the loud explosions?" He continued to ask questions, his fingers fucking into your tight, wet cunny.

Your head lolled over his shoulder, a whine leaving your lips.

"König.." You whispered softly.

"You shouldn't be drinking too much, liebling. It makes you all dizzy and unfocused.." He tutted you, and continued to rub your clit, making you squirm.

"You should have a little more control." He started spanking the exposed bud, making you whine loudly.

"Mmph.."

"Now keep quiet, hase. I'm trying to watch the movie."

He continued his ministrations, his hand still covering your mouth.

"Shh.."

"Are you feeling dizzy, hase?"

You nodded weakly.

"Poor thing.." He tutted, and spanked your clit, earning a squeak.

"It's alright, hase.. Just focus on the movie, ja?" He murmured, his hand still rubbing and teasing your pussy, "Just a little longer and then you can rest, liebling."

He kissed the side of your head and kept you close, his fingers continuing to pleasure you.

"Such a fussy girl.." He murmured and moved his fingers faster.

"Look, they're about to diffuse the bomb."

He removed his hand from your mouth and let you breathe, his hand going back to covering it.

"Ah, ah, ah.. Look at the movie, hase.."

Your cunt clenched around his digits, your eyes barely focusing on the movie.

"Mm, König.."

"You can do it, hase. You can't even last a few minutes of the movie?"

"Focus, liebling.."

"K-König.."

"Watch the movie, liebling. Just watch the movie.."

"A-ah!" You let out a small moan, his fingers pushing deeper inside of your needy cunny, fucking the soft slick flesh.

"You're getting distracted.."

"Ngh.."

"So rude of you to fall asleep, hase. Pay attention." He was still rubbing your clit with his thumb, making you whine. "If this is how you're gonna behave then I'm skipping out on your movie nights after this.." He murmured.

"M-Mm.."

"You should be thanking me for watching this garbage, liebling. The least you can do is show a little respect." His tone was condescending. The movie wasn't even that bad honestly, but he enjoyed watching the guilt wash over you.

"M'sorry.. M'so sorry-" You were sobbing lightly as your head leaned back.

"Shh, shh.." He cooed and held you close, his fingers not relenting.

"I know, hase. But it's not good to fall asleep during the movie, ja? You can't just leave me alone with the scary explosions." He chuckled and continued his ministrations.

"M'sorry.. Please.."

"Ah, don't worry, hase. You won't remember," He chuckled, "And I won't mind.." He murmured.

"Now be a good girl and try for me, ja? Look at the screen for me, hase." He rubbed your clit faster.

"A-ah, mm!"

"There we go.." He smiled and kept rubbing, feeling the slick juices gush over his fingers.

You watched the screen with tear filled eyes as his fingers continued to pleasure you, his pace becoming faster. The sobswere escaping your throat, your mind not focusing on anything except the sensations that you were feeling.

"Oh, look, hase. You're just in time for the climax." He chuckled as he gestured to the TV. "They're just about to stop the bomb,"

"K-König!"

"What's wrong, hase? Do you feel sick? Do you want to throw up?" He chuckled as he heard you cry.

"König, I-I'm cumming-!"

"Oh, no, no, liebling." He smirked, his fingers stopping. "We're not at the climax yet. You can't come until the movie is over, ja?

"P-please.."

"Come on, hase." He pinched your clit again, making you squeak. "You can do it."

You sobbed louder, his fingers pushing deeper into your wet cunt.

"You're such a whiny, fussy girl. So ungrateful for me, hm?"

"Ngh, K-König-!"

"Shh, shh, shh."

He chuckled and resumed his pace, his fingers fucking into you faster. It was too much for your body to handle.

"You're getting distracted, hase. Pay attention, ja?"

"Please, please, König, I-!"

"The movie will be over in a minute, hase-" His words were distracted by a strangled moan that escaped his lips, feeling you clench around his digits, a loud whimper following suit.

"Oh, hase.."

"K-König-! Ah!" You were sobbing as you came all over his fingers, his movements not ceasing, making your overstimulated cunt convulse and clench, a squelching noise filling the room.

"Good girl.." He cooed, "Such a good, sweet girl~"

Your body immediately went limp against him, your breath heavy and uneven.

"König.." You managed to say between whimpers, eyes fluttering close- König's ‘wine’ finally having an effect on your system entirely.

"Liebling, you did so well.. So proud of you." He murmured as he removed his fingers, watching your juices dribble out.He chuckled as he shifted your now unconscious body on the couch, opening your legs and pulling your panties down.

"Oh, liebling.." He sighed, and shook his head.

"This will have to be taken care of." He tutted and pushed two fingers into your abused cunt, his other hand unbuckling his pants.

"So much work.." He tsked and pulled out his cock, the tip dripping with precum. He positioned himself in front of your cunt, his cock resting against the wet lips.

"I should at least be rewarded for my efforts.."

He pushed in, the girth of his cock stretching your tight walls, a long sigh leaving his lips.

"Mm, you're always so tight, liebling.." He murmured, his hands gripping onto your hips, pulling out slightly and pushing back in, slowly.

"Hnn.. Hase.."

His fingers dug into your hips as he started to fuck you, his cock thrusting in and out.

"Ah.. So wet.."

"You did a wonderful job, liebling. I'm very proud of you.." He groaned as his hips slapped against yours, the lewd sound of your mixed fluids being the only noise in the living room.

"I hope that this was a good enough lesson, liebling.."

His hands held onto you tightly, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Ah, liebling-! Mmm-!"

He came inside of you, a loud moan leaving his lips as his hips bucked forward. His seed filled your womb, coating the walls with thick white.

"Oh, hase.."

He breathed heavily as he looked at you, smiling softly.

"Liebling.. How can you be so beautiful even when you're passed out drunk? It's so unfair." He sighed and pulled out, his cum dribbling out of your pussy, the excess falling onto the sofa.

"Mm, what a mess you've made, hase.." He murmured and wiped the sticky fluid from your cunt with his thumb, his eyes half lidded as he examined the mess.

"It's a shame, really. I had to clean you up all by myself again.." He tutted, "How selfish of you, liebling.."

He smiled as he saw you stir awake.

"Awake already, hase?"

"König.." You mumbled.

"Mhm?"

"What happened..?"

"Oh, you were just a little bit tired, hase.” He kissed your forehead affectionately. "It's okay, you can go back to sleep."

You happily obliged.

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[mysterious-moonstruck-musings]

WIP Wednesday

It has been a Closed Position kind of week! Who's ready for dancing Dieter to take over their thots? 😏

Ask me how many times I have written the name 'Talia' instead of the name of the new OFC, 'Kat'? The answer...too many to fucking count. That is going to be a hard habit to break. 🤦‍♀️😂

Anyway, since it's Wednesday...I thought I might give you a little tease from the first chapter. Enjoy!

I was met with a mess of curls, dark eyes, and a lop-sided grin. It was Dieter fucking Bravo. “Hey there, sweetheart,” he said through a chuckle. We stared at each other for a moment. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, he can’t call me that.  He had a slight smirk on his face now, “Katarina, right? Looks like we’re gonna be dance partners.”  I shook my head, my lips set in a tight line, “Don’t call me that.”  His brow furrowed, “What? Katarina?”  I scoffed, “No, sweetheart. I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. It’s inappropriate. You can call me Kat like everyone else.”  He was obviously taken off guard by my cold demeanor as he gave me a confused look, “I didn’t...mean anything by it. I-I call everyone sweetheart.”  I rolled my eyes in response, “Well, you're not gonna call me that.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a beat, “I guess I’ve earned that. Sorry, I won’t do it again.”  I inhaled deeply, biting my bottom lip as I did so. It didn’t go unnoticed that his eyes shifted down to my mouth. “Look, this is my last season and I just wanna get through it without any drama, ok?” A crease formed between his brows as his jaw ticked to the side, “What makes you think I’m gonna cause drama?”

Let's just say there is in fact DRAMA all around on the first day of the new season of Dancing with the Stars...Wonder who causes it all? 👀

👉 Some fun facts... we will have alternating points of view in this fic - hearing both from Kat and Dieter. Also, some internal monologue too...

👉 If all goes to plan, the Epilogue for Destiny & Deliverance will post sometime next week. The first chapter for the new dancing Dieter fic will post the following week. I know, I've had you all waiting since October for this one and I apologize for that...but it is finally almost here. Yay!

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[zablife]

Drinks with Polly in the Parlor

Requested by @notyour-valentine for my 2K celebration An Evening at Arrow House. Warning: This is a dark fic 💀

"Would you care for a glass of champagne, Aunt Polly?" you asked sweetly. You wanted to impress your husband's aunt with your hospitality, but you needed a glass of liquid courage yourself after being left alone with the imposing Shelby matriarch. The silence which had already grown between you was terrifying and made you feel like a failure.

She turned from the mirror where she was checking her crimson lipstick, one perfectly manicured eyebrow arched in your direction as she replied coldly, "Champagne is for celebrations, my dear. I'm afraid a toast seems woefully late considering your nuptials took place weeks ago. Wouldn't you agree?"

You could only blink in shock. It was true you and Tommy had eloped without a single family member present to witness your vows, but he assured you it was the done thing. This was his third marriage after all and you agreed a lavish affair would be inappropriate, especially given the fact that he divorced his second wife less than a year ago. Surely Polly understood all this? Then again, the withering glance she gave, proved otherwise.

"I'm sorry if we've offended you..." you began.

Polly waved off your apology before you could finish, crossing to the bar to pour her own drink. Like Tommy she preferred Irish whisky, neat and she sipped it slowly as she looked you up and down carefully. A small smile began to form on her lips as she noticed the abundance of diamonds caressing your delicate neck.

"It's not you or I who should be apologizing. My nephew can be a careless man," she hummed, smile quickly fading as she stared at her own reflection once more, seeing something which obviously displeased her. "I always thought he favored his mother, but he is so like his father at times the way he treats the women in this family."

"Excuse me?" you asked, twisting your fingers and wondering what could be keeping Tommy. You were beginning to feel uncomfortable with the turn in conversation.

She chuckled darkly as she stopped in front of you, her hazel eyes dancing with a manic energy that made your stomach drop in anticipation of her next words. "I died for him once. Did you know that?"

You swallowed thickly and shook your head, fingers now clutching the cool metal at your throat as if it might make your husband appear more quickly to save you.

"It's alright, I escaped the noose," she assured you, lowering the volume of her voice to that relegated for the telling of secrets. "Climbed through it like a window to the other side. And I found you can do anything you want cause there are no rules, cause there are no risks. When you’re dead already, you’re free," she whispered as though she was imparting wisdom you might find useful one day.

"He did me a favor really," she mused. "Now I'm the one protecting this family because I'm the only one who can see it all clearly. My second sight keeps us safe, you know." However, you only heard the rantings of a madwoman and your body began to tremble involuntarily.

"Oh, darling. You're shaking," she noted, reaching a hand out to steady you. Her fingers grasped your forearm, nails digging in like talons, and anchoring you to the spot. With saccharine sweetness she cooed, "That's a beautiful necklace," drawing out the vowels in beautiful until it sounded like a taunt. "What does a woman like you have to do to earn a bauble like that?"

"T-tommy chose it on our honeymoon because he loves me," you stuttered, eyes searching hers for a sign she would release you from this trap you'd unwittingly fallen into.

"Diamonds," she said reverentially. "Goodness, you are special then, aren't you?" she couldn't help but add sarcastically.

"I should hope so," you answered in a defiant tone you could no longer hold back given her blatant disrespect.

Her hand slipped from you and you took two steps backward as she smirked. "You know it was sapphires for Grace. They represent wealth and abundance so that suited her I suppose. Rubies for Lizzie, all vitality and passion. But here you stand wearing diamonds," she pronounced.

Feeling the clasp of the necklace dig into your skin in the same painful way Polly's nails had clawed against your arm, your irritation grew. "And what does that mean?" you demanded. Your unease caused the gems to weigh down upon you like bricks. You tried to inhale deeply, but found it difficult to draw breath.

"Some say eternity," she answered in amusement before turning her concentration to your neck. A cackle erupted from her lips as though the idea of your union was a complete joke. Your anger mounted along with the suffocating feeling, closing your throat so you couldn't scream or reply.

"Others say invincibility," she added. "But that's not what you two have. I can see it in the air around you. I know what you are," she proclaimed, eyes narrowing at you hatefully. She closed her fists tightly by her side, knuckles white from the force. And that's when you felt the crushing grip at your windpipe. You fell to your knees, hands flying to your throat, ripping at the necklace or whatever phantom force seemed to be cutting off your air supply. As you rocked back and forth spluttering and choking, Polly stood over you triumphantly.

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When Tommy came looking for you in the parlor, Polly sat sipping her whisky calmly on the sofa. His eyes immediately darted to your tear stained face as he heard your hiccuped sobs coming fast between uneven breaths. "Y/n?" he called to you in panic, crossing the room in quick strides before Polly held up a hand for him to stop.

"She has something to say, Tommy," she announced, looking to you expectantly.

Tommy furrowed his brow in confusion as his foot came to rest over something small and hard. Stooping to retrieve the object, the hurt became evident on his face as he surveyed the floor where your beautiful necklace lay in ruins, a constellation of diamonds cast over the carpet.

As the jewel winked up at him, he looked from his palm and back to you as you stood, wobbling slightly from lightheadedness. "I've made a terrible mistake," you sobbed, brushing past him and running from the room with the urgency of someone fleeing their own execution.

Before he could turn to follow, Polly's eyes flicked up to Tommy's, holding him motionless within her hypnotic gaze as she promised answers. "Perhaps now she'll tell you what she really wanted here because it was never you, my boy."

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Dr. Feel Good

Pairing: JoeQuinnxReader

Summary: After Joe said he'd be a therapist if he wasn't an actor, I couldn't get it out of my head. It had to be written. You're dating Joe, who is a therapist, and you can't stop fantasizing about him taking you on the couch in his office. So, you decide to make it a reality.

18+ Only

You entered the building, making your way up the stairs to the office of Dr. Quinn, your boyfriend. You knew he was done with patients for the day. The two of you had reservations at a new Italian restaurant in town in a couple hours and you knew he would be spending that time revising his notes, getting ready for tomorrow’s patients. 

Smoothing down your skirt, you pushed the door to the main office open, delighted to see that Brenda, his secretary, was already gone for the day. Your plan required the office to be empty. Joe would never be convinced if he thought anyone could hear. It was going to be hard to convince him as it was. 

Peeking into his office, you saw your boyfriend hard at work, glasses slipping down the bridge of that adorable nose, brow furrowed in deep concentration as he read his notes on whatever patient he’d seen last that day. However, tonight, you intended on being his last patient. 

You’d been fantasizing about it for months, unable to get the image out of your head. You lying back on his couch, admitting all your naughtiest thoughts to him. Joe shifting in his leather chair as he tried to hide his obvious arousal. Him making his way to you, taking you hard and fast on that couch where so many others had poured out their problems. Maybe it was wrong, but you wouldn’t be satisfied until you fulfilled this fantasy. 

You rapped your knuckles lightly against the doorframe and he glanced up, beautifully full lips curving into a smile when he saw it was you. The soft light of the lamp on the desk casting him in an ethereal glow, those brown eyes as warm as freshly baked bread as they roamed over your body, taking in the high heels, the short skit, the fitted top that put your breasts on full display. 

“Darling, to what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, tapping his pen against the top of the walnut desk. “I thought we were meeting at the restaurant at nine. Am I wrong?”

“No,” you mused, slowly stepping, purposefully placing one foot over the other as you made your way to his couch. “I was thinking we could have an appetizer first.” You sat down, running your hands over the soft leather. 

“Sweetheart, what are you up to?” he asked suspiciously. 

“You know, Doctor, I haven’t been sleeping well,” you began, silently hoping he would go along with this. You knew how professional he was and you were nervous he was going to shut you down. You laid back on the couch, propping your heeled feet on the end. “My mind won’t stop spinning at night, all these dirty thoughts keeping me awake.”

“Darling, what is this?” he asked, his tone serious but you sensed a hint of curiosity in there. 

“I know it’s wrong but I can’t stop thinking about you, Doctor,” you breathed, running your hands over your breasts and down your torso. “I keep thinking about what your mouth would feel like on my breasts, what your fingers would feel like on my pussy, and how amazing your cock would feel stretching me out, making me scream.”

Joe’s eyes went wide, “Are you serious? Sweetheart, this is highly inappropriate. This is my place of business. We can’t…”

“I know it’s inappropriate, Doctor, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I want you to bend me over this couch and fuck me hard and rough, pulling my hair, choking me, calling me dirty names. I don’t think I will ever be able to sleep until it happens. Can’t you help me, Doctor?”

You turned your head, eyes meeting Joe’s, pleading with him to play along as you pulled your skirt up over your knees, spreading your legs just enough for him to see that you weren’t wearing any underwear. Heat pooled in your center as, just like in your fantasy, Joe visibility shifted in his chair, his hand coming to his crotch to adjust his pants. 

“You are so fucking bad,” he breathed, slowly rising from his chair. He made his way over to you, running his finger along your leg, up your thigh. “Do you need my help, love?”

You nodded, biting your lower lip, “I do. I need it so bad.”

One of Joe’s hands came to his belt, undoing it, sliding it from the loops of his pants. He folded it in half, his other hand grabbing onto your arm, yanking you off the couch and spinning you. 

“Get on all fours,” he commanded. You did as you were told, your pussy vibrating with anticipation of finally getting what you’d been aching for. He lifted your skirt, draping it over your hips, exposing you to him. Joe raised his arm, bringing the belt down against your ass, the sound of it slapping against your skin echoing through the office. “Bad girls need to be punished and you are being a very bad girl.”

“Yes…I’m so bad…” you groaned, fingers gripping the arm of the couch as the belt connected with your skin again. You cried out at the stinging pleasure. 

“You want me to take you on this couch? You want to feel my hands all over you? You want me to make you scream?” he growled into your ear, palming your pussy. You whimpered, frantically nodding as Joe took a fistful of your hair in his hand, pulling your head back so you rose onto your knees, your back pressed against him. Two fingers plunged into you roughly and you cried out. “You love that, don’t you, you dirty little cunt?”

“Yes, yes!” you gasped, arching against him. 

“Tell me you love it,” he commanded, curving his fingers, causing you to writhe, barely capable of coherent sounds. 

“I…oh fuck…I love it…I love it!”

“You love what?”

“I love when you fuck me with your fingers!”

“You want more, bad girl?”

“Yes!”

Joe added a third finger, stretching you further. Your legs tried to clamp closed but Joe nudged them with his knee, spreading you even more. Your entire body trembled at the intense sensations that were crashing over you. His free hand wrapped around your throat, his fingers thrusting hard and fast. 

“You’re such a dirty girl,” he hissed, squeezing just enough to cut off your air supply. Just as spots were clouding your vision, he released the tension and you gasped, sucking in oxygen. “My needy little cunt, coming to my office, just begging for it.”

“Jesus…” you mewled, thighs quivering at his words, your body right on the edge. 

“Don’t you dare fucking come, darling,” commanded Joe, his fingers slipping from your body. “I own this pussy. It’s mine. You don’t get to come until I say so and I want you to come around this cock.”

He gripped your waist, pulling you to him, his mouth devouring yours, tongue dominating, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Then he spun you, pressing against your back so you were arched over the arm of the couch. Joe undid his pants, shoving them down to his ankles and then he was driving into you so hard your hands grabbed onto the fabric to steady yourself. 

“Yes. Fuck darling, your pussy is so goddamn wet,” he groaned, fisting your hair once again, using it as leverage as he thrust into you, the sound of your bodies colliding forcefully ringing in your ears. “Bloody hell, the feel of you under me is so goddamn addicting. You like it rough, don’t you, my dirty girl?”

“Yes! Never stop,” you groaned, the side of your face pressed into the couch, the fabric rubbing over your clit, applying pressure that was so damn good. He’d told you not come but fuck, you needed to. You were so close. “Doctor, your cock feels so good. I need to come, please!”

“Does my naughty little slut want to come?” he asked, tugging at your hair. His other hand gripped your breast, pinching your nipple and pulling at it roughly. 

“Please…” you whimpered pathetically, “please, I need it so bad.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he mused, leaning forward. “Come for me, darling.”

“Joe!” you screamed, your body arching as wave upon wave of your release rolled over you. Joe never ceased his merciless thrusting, slamming into you again and again as you crested. The grip on your hair tightened, pulling back harshly as he let out an animalistic grunt, his body tensing behind you and you felt his release as it filled you. 

“Fucking hell,” he mumbled, collapsing forward over you, pressing his lips against your back. He slowly rose, pulling out and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, gently helping you clean up. You carefully stood on shaky legs, turning to him. Joe smiled, running his thumb along your cheekbone. “Well, that was a delicious appetizer before dinner.”

“Yeah, it was. Jesus…that was so much hotter than I even imagined,” you gasped, still unsteady. 

Joe grabbed your arms and leaned in, his lips right next to your ear. “Now, after dinner, I am thinking about dessert. And I know exactly what I want. I am planning on licking that sweet little pussy for hours.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered. 

#joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn stranger things #joe quinn fanfic #joe quinn smut #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn x you #joe quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn x you

[lenavis]

content warning: suicide

(i want to preface this by saying that none of this is representative of my current mindset and that i am in a much better place these days)

there are few pieces of media, if any, i've interacted with that have come close to addressing the topic of suicidal ideation more accurately than disco elysium.

it's a strange sort of state to occupy, because the truth is that more often than not it is incredibly mundane. there are fits, yes. there are times at which things seem nigh unbearable because you are trapped inside the ordeal of being you, existing as you, continuing as you-- and that is the worst part, truly. realizing that there is no escape from the purgatory of your own id. very much the embodiment of harry drunkenly screaming "I DON'T WANT TO BE THIS KIND OF ANIMAL ANYMORE" and bellowing like a "wounded boar" as he trashes his hotel room.

not "this type of person". "this type of animal". like recognizing your own sickness as a kind of genus and species that you have been condemned to. taxonomy is strict and absolute. you don't want to be this kind of animal anymore. and though you comprehend logically that you're not just an animal-- you're a human, and thus have the capacity to heal or regress or otherwise transmute yourself from the baseness you perceive in yourself-- it is often difficult to see yourself as anything other than a lashing, ugly beast that knows no divergent nature.

yes. there are moments of intense emotion. cinematic scenes in which you feel as though you can't control yourself and often find yourself alienating or terrifying the people closest to you. but the bulk of suicidal ideation is more a whisper than a shout.

it's just constantly there. harry opens the compartment in his ledger and finds the old postcard, and the words appear in his head casual as any passing thought: "fucking kill yourself asshole". he talks to someone-- anyone, really: you can muse to a pawn shop owner, who has no idea how to respond, that you probably should have killed yourself by now. you can tell a pair of four year old twins that suicide is in fact, ok, and that it's likely in your future. it's always so offhand. it's always wildly inappropriate, but when you get to a certain point, that begins to matter less and less.

there are thoughts that you can internalize in this game for point buffs and perks. some of them have drawbacks, like lowered logic, conceptualization, etc. the thoughts revolve around a variety of topics, including communism, cryptids, your ex wife, inexplicable feminist agendas, etc.

there is a thought called: finger on the eject button. here’s the text that pops up when you begin internalizing it:

Who doesn't toy with the thought of suicide sometimes? Or, like, most of the time? Okay, maybe some people don't – like the happy scientist girl named Marie, or Jean-Marc, the superstar whom everyone loves. But you -- when the going gets rough, it's nice to think about your little trap door out of here. Do it. Put your finger on the eject button, see how alive it makes you feel -- the freedom of finality. Think of how much they'll *miss* you.

and here's the text that pops up when you finish internalizing it:

Looks like you thought about how much they'll *miss* you and the freedom of finality for too long, and now you've decided to actually kill yourself. The train leaves the station every evening, 21:00. Make sure you have a gun and bullets. That's how macho servicemen do it. Also – turns out *Finger On The Eject Button* is pretty much your theme song. A headbanger from your teenage years and your wedding ballad. This is not the first time you're spinning the tape.

after you internalize this thought, you don't get any perks or cool features or detractors. instead, you are presented every night with a suicidal thought before you go to sleep.

the text for the thought and the ensuing consequence are so accurate to how it really feels that when i found this option i had to turn the game off for a little while. because it captures it painfully well. the element of spite and self-righteousness. the vague blueprints of how you might do it. the constant drumming of it in your head, persistent as raindrops on the roof of a car.

the terrifying comfort that when the going gets bad... you can just go.

it's possible to kill yourself in this game, if you hit a particular scenario and fail certain checks. you're given the option to put a gun in your mouth while standing in a cafeteria of incredulous onlookers, and when you do so it is an action completely formed by impulse. it's not prefaced by a long train of suicidal thoughts or any kind of prologue. just. there's an opportunity to bite the barrel. so you do it. you taste the tang of metal on your tongue and you hear the spring creak-- and you can pull the trigger. the game over screen pops up. congratulations. you finally did it. your reward is nothing.

i was in a bad state when i played disco elysium for the first time. playing it felt like smashing myself into a glass slide and slotting myself under a dissection scope. there i was, transparent as an amoeba with all its pulsing organelles visible and open to scrutiny. therein lie the mechanisms that i could not perceive as they ticked in myself.

#not sure if this is all that coherent but i wanted to jot it down bc this part of the game really affected me #anyway... uh... good game. highly recommend it #disco elysium #my writing

[v1olentdelights]

prologue Chapter 1

Summary: You spend the day with friends. But don't worry, Sirius can tell you when you're tired.

TW: being undressed but not in an inappropriate way. SFW!

A/n: comment or send an ask to be tagged <3 also! Marlene and Remus are not together, I just thought of them, so I put them together. I know it's cringey. Just let me be 😭

You awake to Blue Moon playing from your radio. The smell of bacon and eggs is wafting into your room. Rays of sun cast down onto the floor and bed warming you up under your blankets. You feel unusually well rested, stretching out as much as your body allows, causing your comforter to slide down off your torso.

As you make your way out to the kitchen, you take a moment to admire the freshly cut grass that makes up your backyard. It felt so familiar. Pulling a robe on, you exit the bedroom only to find a very handsome man with a very untamed mop of black hair swaying to the music. He has a towel thrown over his bare shoulder. His pajama pants are hung lowly on his hips, his tattoos out in the open.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice is as sweet as honey, tempting you to get closer for more. As he turns around, you see that gorgeous smile you fell for, and those oh so beautiful eyes.

“Yes, what a good morning it is” you look him up and down. As your eyes fall back on his face, you swear you see the smallest bit of blush grace his cheeks. “You woke up early.” You note with a smile on your face. It is rare that Sirius is awake before you, always on the verge of being late for work.

“Well, I have the day off. And I thought my girl deserved a break today.” Plating up the eggs and toast he reaches for the jam on the counters and sets your plate in front of you. “I thought maybe we could go to the park with Harry and the others” he manages to get out before stuffing his face full.

“Why do I feel like you love Harry more than the rest of us?” You muse.

“Well not more than you, darling. But more than James and Remus, of course.”

You quickly load up the dishes and clean up the kitchen before returning to the bedroom to change. Sirius is already there, standing shirtless as he looks through his shirts.

“Darling, what are you wearing? I feel like we should match today!” There is a certain pep in his voice that just makes you feel like smiling.

“I’m not sure yet.” Trading places with Sirius, he sits on the bed watching you. “Maybe this dress? It’s supposed to be warm today right?” He lets out a hum in response. You take off your robe, hanging it up on one of the hooks in the closet. Sirius steps up behind you, his hands drifting to the straps of your nightgown.

“Let me.” His lips leaving behind kisses as he slowly moved the strap further down. Doing the same with the other, he finally lets it drop to the floor.

“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl.” He mutters before finally pressing a kiss to your lips. Reaching around you, he grabs the shirt that matches the dress.

After getting together some drinks and snacks, you and Sirius were stepping out the door. Remus and Marlene were waiting for you at the end of the driveway. Connecting your hand with Sirius’s unoccupied one, you were on your way to the park.

James, Lily, Harry, Mary, and Regulus were already there, James was pushing Harry on the swing while the others lounged on the picnic blanket. The second Harry saw Sirius he was squealing, bouncing in the swing, flailing his arms. As James made his way towards us, Harry was pushing out of his arms.

“Maybe he loves you more than he loves any of us.” You whisper in Sirius’s ear as Harry is passed off to him. You smile at the sight of your husband. There was once a time when Sirius refused to hold Harry for the fear that he would hurt him like his parents had done to him. But now… now he held onto and looked at Harry as if he had been the sun.

The day was filled with laughter, playing, eating, singing, and so much fun. Remus had been tossing Harry up in the air, his shrieks of happiness were ear splitting but welcome, Lily dotting over the two of them. Regulus, James, and Marlene were conversing about something on the topic of quidditch and dragons. Mary, Dorcas, and Sirius pitching in here and there. You laid with your head in Sirius’s lap with his fingers in your hair, eyes closed as you listened to everything happening around you. It was so real that it felt fake.

Something hit you in the forehead causing you to flinch. You could feel Sirius pull his hands out of your hair. Another drop of something, it didn’t quite hurt.

“Y/N, darling… are you alright?” At the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, you opened your eyes.

“I’m- I’m alright,” you let out a light airy chuckle. “Just thought I felt something.” Sirius’s eyes furrowed. The others seemed to carry on, but you could feel some of their eyes still on you.

You brought a hand up to your forehead, wiping something off. But there was nothing.

“I think Y/N and I will retire now.” The chorus of aw’s and boo’s came fairly quickly.

“What? No we don’t have to, love. It’s fine.” Simply shaking his head Sirius lifted your head as he got up to stand and held a hand out for you.

“You must be hungry and tired Y/N, let's get you home and get some food in your stomach. And then get you to sleep.” Now it was your turn to be confused. You weren’t hungry? You certainly weren’t tired. And wasn’t it just the afternoon?

The day had quickly become dark.

“We should get going too. Harry has been falling asleep earlier these days.” James said while smiling down at his son.

“It was nice hanging out with you all! Hopefully we’ll have another good weather day like this soon.” Sirius said, his gaze drifting to James for a moment longer than anyone else’s.

__

Sirius pulled you into your shared home, bringing you closer before closing the door and pushing you against it. His lips met yours, almost frantically. Not that you were complaining, Sirius was always a generous lover, making sure you knew how important you were. Pulling back to breathe, he began to kiss down your jaw. Slowly walking backwards, he led you to the bedroom.

As he unzipped your dress, you kicked off your shoes and began to unbutton his shirt.

“Hold on, love, let me get your pajamas.” He presses a final hard kiss to your lips. For a moment, you were confused. But when he slipped one of his shirts over your body, it was as if a spell was lifted, and you could feel how exhausted you were. Sirius brought you into the bed and pulled the covers over you. Rubbing your eyes, you felt it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

“Love you Sirius.” You mumbled into the pillow.

“And I love you my darling.” His voice rang through the quiet room.

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@magic-is-beauty @sheraayasher love you besties 😘

#grace writes #golden slumbers #sirius black x you #sirius x reader #sirius black angst #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black #sirius x you #sirius x y/n #sirius #hp marauders #marauders fic #the marauders era #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #marauders fluff #the marauders x reader #marauders #marauders imagine

[fritextramole]

in my dreams, i have a plan

part 1 of a Jenny Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Money, Money, Money ~ ABBA

Money, money, money Must be funny In the rich man's world Money, money, money Always sunny In the rich man's world

Ordinary Superstar ~ Rina Sawayama

Girl on the screen lookin' mean I never woulda guessed that we'd be friends Oh, but you don't want to be seen With me

Adult Diversion ~ Alvvays

One more cocktail Is it a good time? Or is it highly inappropriate?

jealousy, jealousy ~ Olivia Rodrigo

All I see is what I should be Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy All I see is what I should be I'm losing it, all I get's, jealousy, jealousy

Cool ~ Soccer Mommy

She’ll treat you like a fucking toy She’ll break your heart and steal your joy, like a criminal

Dreaming of You ~ The Coral

When I’m down and my hands are tied I cannot reach a pen for me to draw the line From this pain I just can’t disguise It’s gonna hurt but I’ll have to say goodbye

Self Esteem ~ The Offspring

Well, I guess I should stick up for myself But I really think it's better this way The more you suffer The more it shows you really care Right? Yeah

Brick by Boring Brick ~ Paramore

Well, you built up a world of magic Because your real life is tragic

Seashore ~ The Regrettes

You're talkin' to me like a child But my words are growin' stronger And my legs keep gettin' longer I'm like nobody else, so you can just go fuck yourself

I'm Free ~ King Tuff

Late at night, the light turns to blue I wonder if you're out there thinking of me too Have you ever thought you might not be what you believe? You might be something different, you might be free

Jigsaw

Killin' parts of myself to fit you Clear as shit I was not the issue If I made you like me, would I even like myself? Pointin' out all my flaws doesn't help Why don't you love me? Don't you love me?

Oh No! ~ MARINA

I know exactly what I want and who I want to be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no, oh!

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid ~ The Offspring

There's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me

Soap ~ Melanie Martinez

Darling, you're just soaking in it But I know you'll get out the minute You notice all your fingers pruning up

Arms Tonite ~ Mother Mother

I try to escape afterlife I try hard to get back inside your arms alive

Miss Nothing ~ The Pretty Reckless

And as I watch you disappear into the ground My one mistake was that I couldn't let you down So I'll waste my time and I'll burn my mind On miss nothing, miss everything

Supermassive Black Hole ~ Muse

I thought I was a fool for no one Oh baby, I'm a fool for you You're the queen of the superficial And how long before you tell the truth?

Power & Control ~ MARINA

A human vulnerability Doesn't mean that I am weak That I am weak, I am weak I am weak, I am weak, weak Weak, weak, weak, weak

Hotel California ~ Eagles

Mirrors on the ceiling The pink champagne on ice And she said, 'We are all just prisoners here Of our own device"

South Elroy ~ Maya Hawke

Focused on the trouble each nightfall You swallowed bubbles, made me beg for a biteful Give me your hand and moved it inside me Smirk, what a jerk, good and plenty

Make Me Wanna Die ~ The Pretty Reckless

Take me, I'm alive Never was a girl with a wicked mind But everything looks better when the sun goes down

Playing God ~ Paramore

If God's the game that you're playing Well, we must get more acquainted Because it has to be so lonely To be the only one who's holy

Full Control ~ Snail Mail

And in full control I'm not lost Even when it's love Even when it's not Even when it's love Even when it's love Even when it's love Even though it's not

David ~ Noah Gundersen

I try to wash my hands for you every night Lest you find my strangling fingers wrapped around tight

Pity Party ~ Melanie Martinez

Tell me why the hell no one is here Tell me what to do to make it all feel better

Sober II (Melodrama) ~ Lorde

All the glamour and the trauma And the fuckin' melodrama, whoa, whoa

Troublemaker Doppelgänger ~ Lucy Dacus

Was it that girl, that beautiful girl Thirsty for love and eager for attention Was it that girl who taught me about destruction?

#gg #ggplaylists #jenny humphrey #gossip girl #source: senamarais

[melancholymirth]

"Oh my beloved,

I looked upon you once

And the saw the dawn

Of a thousand suns."

/ if you can tell me exactly which poem I'm referencing here, I will literally spontaneously die for you

My sweetest love.

Little could be said to the affection with which V was daily showered, it had become so everyday, habitual, even ritual without need for arrangement nor prompt. Committed kisses shared at close of day, a caress of the cheek at daybreak, the inappropriate but wholly intentional, sometimes mutual grope behind the bar, behind closed doors, and anywhere problematic eyes were turned away from them: these and more were all part of the norm, but when it came to art—poetry—there was a richness of imagination and a depth of feeling that transcended even the much loved norms that came like second nature to lovers as fiery and as devoted as Garrett and V. Simply, they took romance and made it romantic.

Perhaps effusively, egregiously, sickeningly so to some, but...

Weakly, sleepily, the fiend's handsome face was gathered in spindly hands, and a gentle tug brought him close for a peck on the lips. V could barely keep his eyes open; and while he loathed waking up at all, he found it difficult to keep cranky when his husband had artful sugar on his tongue. I've heard this before... It was a lazy day, more than likely a Sunday: wedded mates could afford to idle in bed, and V was happy to be awake for something stimulating that wasn't sex.

Not that he'd complain, much, otherwise.

"Sometimes," he said quietly, "I think you're worse than I." He let his arms drop from weakness alone, one to his left and the other over his stomach. "Now you've got me thinking." Because of course he had to meet Garrett there, to match him for poetic spark. This early in the morning (it wasn't, it was nine), his creative mind was not at its strongest, but he knew it also to be reliable. While he thought, he briefly brought up a hand to twist round his finger a tuft of Garrett's hair, and then tugged and brushed so long as his mate was above him. Seeking inspiration was not so hard; forming the thought and the structure was. And, by Jove, the sleepy warlock had done it!

"In my veins you live eternal... Something, something."

Partially. Only partially, of course.

"My every breath— Hm. Blood and breath..." He made a mental, though audible, note, there. His eyes were fleetingly distant before they were recaptured by the blue in Garrett's, and it seemed whatever spark was ignited did not die suddenly. A poet shan't allow his ideas to slip free! For his dearest and most beloved, and perhaps his favorite muse, he smiled enough to show teeth. "I'll have to figure it out. I can't, without writing." Ah, but poor Garrett if he'd gotten curious now. He would have to await V's fresher mind and time spent at a writing desk, but all the better to impress him. The longer V's consciousness recovered, however, the more strength he regained in his body, and that was proven true in the keen, firm way in which stick-thin arms wrapped around the demon's inked shoulders, all in the name of pulling him closer for that everyday, habitual, even ritual exchange of affection they could not hope to live without. They kissed again, longer, softer, with more of everything in it.

V had to have been in a delightful mood, because he found more than a spark of creativity within himself: he found one of humor, and he exercised it mildly when the kiss was through. Sleep faded not only from body, but from mind. "If we go on like this, I may think of more. Do inspire me, Garrett."

#astarablaze #// HMMM a challenge. Though I feel in my bones it's a poem he wrote for/about V. #// Is it.../the/ one? The big one? Wherein he realizes it's love and devotion? #// I also have a feeling it's the one about...a black sun? The one he has on his back skgjsdfhg #// Though I'm more convinced it's the former TELL ME I'M WRONG TBH. #// Testing our friendship this way smh #// ANYWAY here's them. IT'S BEEN SO LONG. AH. #// FEED ME SEYMOUR.

[bnuuywol]

A quick Azemet ficlet based off this:

Enjoy 🥰❤️

Prometheus had always been one for being rather rebellious when it came to not matching his clothing to the rest, but Emet-Selch had expected him to take it all a bit more seriously once he took the seat of Azem. And he certainly didn't expect to walk in on him entirely without a shirt.

"Enter." Azem had said so nonchalantly, as if he weren't half-clothed with his skin slick with sweat.

Emet-Selch tries to ignore this, walking briskly into the room and avoiding his gaze. "This is entirely inappropriate behavior, you know." He remarks, making the mistake of looking at him and finding he cannot tear his eyes away from his body. Azem snickers, a sly smirk pulling at his lips.

"You're staring, Hades." He straightens up from his place near the table organizing papers, studying Emet-Selch's composure. Emet-Selch's face turns red, looking away quickly.

"What? No, I'm not."

"Hm." Azem approaches him steadily until he's so close he has Emet-Selch pinned against the wall. He cages him there by bringing his arm up next to his head on one side, and his knee up against the wall on the other. "Are you sure about that?"

"Azem." Emet-Selch protests, his heart beating out of his chest. A whirlwind of conflicting emotions hit him all at once. The fear of being caught in this position by another walking in, the desire stirred by having him pressed against him like this... he cannot pretend he's not thought about it before. Azem can read it all over his face, his ruby red eyes piercing with intensity as he holds eye contact. He leans in closer.

"Come now. Don't you think we're past titles?" He remarks with a chuckle.

"I—" Emet-Selch swallows thickly, trying to ignore how his body is reacting. "Prometheus, this is neither the time nor place."

"Hades, Hades, Hades..." Azem muses, loving the feeling of his name on his tongue. "What do I have to do to you to get you to relax for once?" His fingers curl around his chin. "Touch you?" He brushes their lips together. "Kiss you?" He moves his mouth around to his ear. "Fuck you?"

Azem can feel the heat radiating off of Emet-Selch's face, as well as the semi-hard length pressed against his thigh. A smirk pulls at his lips. How many times has he imagined doing this to him? He'd long since gained permission from Hythlodaeus to pursue Emet-Selch, but he decided to be patient, bide his time. The last thing he wants is to overwhelm him. But today, he practiced just a little indulgence. After all, Emet-Selch is the one who couldn't stop staring at his body.

"Theus—" Emet-Selch breathes, unable to find the words. Even before they both took up seats on the Convocation, he's felt those deeper feelings growing for Azem. But given how much he also infuriates him to no end, he's been pushing them aside. These words, however? These words he cannot ignore. They leave him flustered and helpless.

Azem chuckles and sighs dreamily, pulling away and releasing him from his cage against the wall. "I suppose you're right. Not the right place. I'll have to take you back to mine once our business is concluded. Unless you've other obligations to attend to?" Azem casually returns to his pile of paperwork, not acknowledging the hard outline in clear view beneath his trousers, but knowing full well it's the precise spot Emet-Selch's eyes are drawn. "Hades? My eyes are up here, darling."

"Right. Yes. I'm well aware, thank you." Emet-Selch huffs, crossing his arms and looking away from him entirely. "I'll come, on the condition that you make yourself presentable this instant."

Azem scoffs. "If that's what I must do to get the esteemed Emet-Selch in my bedroom, then so be it." He teases, watching him blush once more when he'd gotten so close to finally regaining his composure. With a snap of his fingers, Azem dons his normal attire. Still no proper robe, much to Emet-Selch's dismay, but at least his mask sits upon his chest, ready to return to his face upon their exit from Elpis. "Now. Where were we?"

#ffxiv #ffxiv azem #azemet #emet-selch #prometheus azem #this is one of my first times writing hades so uh apologies if characterization is off #endwalker spoilers