#to be fair they can literally fit ANYTHING in their pockets

[love-bitesx]

im word vomiting my headcanon list and id love to hear what you think!

*hobie gifting things that he finds to his partner like a crow. i can imagine they'd just randomly turn up, either on a desk or like they'll just find it in their bag or pocket, or that he'd just walk of and just hand it to them with no word *hobie fell for his partner hard, though he kept it pretty well hidden from everyone except pav starts calling his 'loverboy', eventually the nickname catches on to the point his future partner starts using it as well(either b/c they like it and thay're oblivious or they know exactly whats going on and are teasing him about it) *loves playful banter *nicknames for daaaaaays with his partner *hobie getting serious with a partner would be him gifting them something important, first thoughts are either a guitar pick of his or one of his favorite rings (its the most worn one he has, a simple metal one that you can literally feel the love thats gone into it. somehow it fits his partners finger perfectly)



i may be back with more, until then i salute you!

i agree with ur hc’s so much!! this is how i hc & tend to write hobie so, 100%! pls don’t hesitate if u think of anymore hehe

i’d love to expand! ~

- giving you gifts, to him, is like the ideal expression of love.

- because basically all of them are stolen, it’s a combination of his favourite things; stealing from big corporations, and seeing the beaming, heart-warming smile on your face when you open your bag and see a tiny trinket wrapped in newspaper.

- everytime you would come home, you’d find a new little addition to the house somewhere – notably: necklaces, rings, tiny ceramic statues or wooden decorations, pens, music (cd’s, vinyls, etc.) – especially if he’s been to camden market that day, his pockets would be full for you.

- when he started to fall for you, he low-key thought he was coming down with the flu.

- whenever you were around, his heart would flutter, his head dizzy and palms sweating – he considered getting medicine, until pavitr pointed something out.

- “how are you, loverboy?”

- “eh? you talking to me, pav?”

- “of course, hobie! little loverboy”

- “did you hit your head, bro?”

- pavitr would explain that he’d noticed hobie’s eyes glued to you whenever you spoke, hanging onto every word like gospel, and the way he flustered when you touched him, how he’d do anything in his power to be in your personal space.

- “shit.”

- “no! this is a good thing, my friend! love is the most bea—”

- “shit.”

- days went past of hobie avoiding you, he’d never been in love before, and it was scary to him

- his brain was only thinking of you, and he hated that he liked it. he hated that he wished for every thought to be of you.

- and he hated that he could see your body deflate when he avoided you, hated that your eyes looked sad when he turned away

- he hated that he liked loving you

- until, you caught him on his own one day, he was minding his business, relaxing on his lonesome whilst the others hung out in different dimensions.

- “hey, loverboy”

- a deer in headlights wouldn’t even come close to the shock on his face

- “loverboy?”

- loverboy? you were calling him loverboy?

- “yeah, loverboy, that’s you, isn’t it?”

- in all fairness, you were completely oblivious to the reason behind it – pav had simply just started calling him it when hobie wasn’t around, and it stuck

- “i-i guess so”

- clearing his throat, he willed his confidence back to the surface

- “you can call me anything you want, sweetheart”

- it wasn’t long before you were together, a gentle, but spontaneous kiss after a particularly dangerous mission one day sealing the deal between you both

- he was obsessed with you

- now he could be obvious about his feelings, he took that and ran with it

- his arm was essentially glued to your side, or over your shoulders, or anywhere where he could pull you in close to him

- he’d grab you by the belt buckles, dragging you towards him and welcoming you with a soft peck on the lips

- even in public, almost especially in public

- always have his hands in your back pockets, he says he hates the cliché-ness of it but he likes that he can hold you close whilst respecting your personal space – and he can feel your ass, but he doesn’t admit that outloud

- THE NICKNAMES.

- THE. NICKNAMES.

- this man is born and bred british, and over here we use nicknames more than actual names

- darling, sweetheart, love, lovely, all of those AND more are natural to him, anyway

- but he adds a special little “my” before them all now, now that you actually are his, and so “my darling”, “my love”, etc. are like a second name to you

- in bed, the nicknames would be even better, but i’ll leave that to your imagination…

- when things started getting a little serious, you’d been dating for months, all your friends and colleagues knew about him, your family as well (if you decide to tell them)

- you’re relaxing in hobie’s dimension, laying on his bed with your head on his shoulder, reading a book whilst he strums at his guitar softly. he’s humming a song you don’t recognise, but the sound of his deep melody was enough to lull you.

- “hey, love?”

- you hum in response

- “i wanna give you something.”

- sitting you up, he’d lay his guitar down and face you, grabbing your hand and bringing it to him

- “what are you—”

- he’d fiddle with his own hands for a second, before twisting his favourite ring off his index finger

- “here.”

- “hobie, are you—”

- “i’m not proposing, don’t worry. weddings are just a social nuisance that give us one more way to control each other. no. this is better.”

- you tilt your head and watch him, as he slides his ring onto your middle finger

- “it’s just a promise.”

- “a promise?”

- “a promise that i love you, and that i’m yours, innit.”

- “oh, hobie.”

- you cry a tiny bit

- and he hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead

- that’s when he knew it was serious with you, not only because of how he was so obsessed with you, and his heart melted at your touch, but because when he saw you with the ring on, his ring, his person, it just felt right. he didn’t ever wanna see you without it, or without him.

- “hey, hobie, did you mean what you said about marriage? you don’t wanna marry me one day?”

- “hey, i said i hate weddings. nothing about marriage. not if we do it our own way, you know?”

i love him so much. also pls stick around, couple of one shots & fics will be out this week!!! sorry they’re taking ages hehe

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[lizzieislife94x]

Teasing (w.m)

Wanda x Fem Reader 

GirlxGirl

Just a little update to keep the book up to date if anyone has any requests messages me and I'll do my best for you also going for infinity war era for wanda incase your trying to picture it

Y/ns POV:

"Tony how long till we can leave we've been here 20 minutes and not been informed about anything" I complain to Tony as Nat and Clint both agree with me "yeah tony y/ns right can we hurry this up" Nat says as I lean over to give her a high five eventually he starts to explain that there's an upcoming mission something to do with hydra but I stopped listening 10 minutes ago but I'll get Nat or Clint to fill me in later my thoughts are on my girlfriend of 3 years wanda Maximoff she's been acting all bratty and needy rolled into one this morning she clung onto me in the shower literally just wrapped her arms around me and cuddled into my chest but I have to admit she's so fucking adorable when she's clingy, I feel my phone buzz and slide it out of my pocket and look at it under the table, speaking of wanda and she texts she knows I'm in a meeting. 

Witchy❤️: Baby its so lonely up here without you I miss you 

Me: Babe ill be up soon Tony's filling us in on the up coming mission I miss you too

I can't help but smile at her instant replies damn she's fast

Witchy❤️: But I really miss you *image attached*

My mouth instantly goes dry as I stare at the picture on my screen wanda laying butt naked legs spread with her fingers inside her I can't help but get aroused at the sight fuck me she's sexy

Me: Wanda why are you being so naughty you know I'm in a meeting with our team mates and friends and it's not fair to tease me 😈

I grab my water and take some to try and cool down as my phone buzzes on my thigh

Witchy❤️: I'm not teasing baby I would never do that while your sat with all our friends *image attached*

Fuck me I swear I'm gonna fuck her into next week this bitch thinks it's funny as the image pops up with her biting her lip giving the camera her fuck me eyes while she has a vibrater inside her soaking wet cunt I start to shift uncomfortably in my seat as my wetness is very much known

Me: Wanda I swear when this is done I'm going to fuck you into next week I'll make sure you can't walk, I'll make sure you forget what words are I'll make sure  the only name that you do remember is mine 😌 

I smirk and slide my phone into my pocket and look up "hey Tony I don't feel so good mind If I go lie down and you can fill me in later" he sighs and nods "ok go get some rest I need you on top form for this mission" I get up and quickly walk out the meeting room and run straight upstairs swinging our shared bedroom door open "oh youre in big trouble" wanda looks at me a little startled as i walk over to her "y/n I um I thought you where in the meeting you shouldn't be done for another hour" she states trying to act all innocent "oh honey Tony bought the oh I feel ill lie" I smirk as I start to remove my clothes "on your hands and knees get that ass up for me baby give me the perfect view of that sweet cunt" once I have my clothes off I go to the closest and grab the strap and harness up I rub a little lube over it as I walk to the bed climbing up I quickly leave a sharp slap to her ass "such a naughty girl, and naughty girls don't get to cum" all I hear is a whimper "baby no please I'm sorry please fuck me till I cum" she begs making me smirk "oh you will cum eventually when I see fit" I rub the fake cock through her wet folds groaning at the sight before I sink deep inside her with one fast thrust as she let's out a loud moan and arches her back "fuckkkkk y/n oh fuckk" I reach my hand round and start to tease her clit as I begin to thrust slowly enjoying the sounds of her moans after a few minutes of slow thrusts I start to pick up my pace as the harness rubs against my clit just right making me moan loudly "mmmmh fuck wanda so wet listen to the sweet sounds your pussy is making for me"

I bring my hand round to grip her hips as I snap my hips back and forth faster feeling my orgasm approach "don't you even think about cumming " I groan as she turns into a whimpering mess "please...pleaseee y/n please let me cum" I feel the knot snap as my orgasm washes over me I slow my thrusts and pull out of wanda smirking at her whimpers I take the harness off and lay down looking at my desperate sweating girlfriend and let out a giggle "maybe you'll think before you send teasing pictures now be a good girl and put that mouth to use if you do a good job ill think about letting you cum" she spreads my legs and lays down instantly attacking my dripping pussy I let out a loud moan as she runs her tounge through my wet folds collecting my cum humming against my pussy causing me to moan louder as the vibration rushes through me "fu...fuck right there wanda" I moan as she works my pussy sliding her tounge deep inside me I grip her hair and pull her closer to me as I feel the orgasm creeping up "fuckkkk don't stop I'm so close" I feel my legs begin to shake as I start to cum all over her face I feel my eyes roll as I try to let the orgasm wash over me and wanda helps me ride it out "oh shit your tounge is magical " I smirk as she sits up on her knees giving me puppy eyes "please can I cum y/n ill be good I promise " I can't help but smile at her and nod "since you asked nicely baby come sit on my face I want you to cum all over my face" I say as I bite my lip she practically jumps up onto my face and grips the headboard I hold her thighs to hold her in place as I latch my mouth around her clit sucking gently as she starts to shake ontop of me moaning my name "yes baby don't stop, pleasee" I continue to suck for a few seconds before I slide my tounge through her folds moaning at her taste I quickly slide my tounge deep inside her as she bucks her hips against me I work my tounge as I use my thumb to rub her clit after a few gentle rubs she starts screaming and cumming all over my face I grip her thighs tighter and hold her as I continue to work my tounge and thumb not giving her time to recover "mhhh so sensitive baby I ca..fuckkk yes right there" she whimpers as I continue to work her to her second orgasm enjoying the taste she leaves in my mouth, she climbs off and lays beside me panting "fuck y/n ill need to send teasing pictures more often" she smiles cuddling into me as we both catch our breath. This bitch fuck she'll be the death of me i cant help but laugh to myself a smile appearing on my face as i hold my girl close.

AN: just a quick one hope it's OK I have a terrible headache so concentration isn't the best atm hope it makes sense if you have any requests message me word count 1.3k 

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[oohnotvery]

Throwing Good After Bad (Chapter 23) - FINISHED

Scully

They have to take separate cars home from her mother’s house, and because she is historically the faster driver, she beats him to her apartment by five minutes. Although the long drive alleviated some of her building nerves, as she sits in her car waiting for him, her heart starts to pound.

It’s exceedingly clear what’s about to transpire between the two of them. They’ve been through hell and back—literally—over the past few weeks and it’s brought them closer in ways not even the cancer seemed to do. For a minute, she considers that. During her cancer, she recalls how much she tried to pull away from Mulder. Back then, her love for him was strong, but she couldn’t help but think that admitting her love would be cruel. Cruel to give every bit of herself to him, only to have it ripped away from him once she died. Cruel to leave him alone in this world. Cruel to expect him to give her anything in return.

The threat of imminent death isn’t new to either of them. In fact, it’s one of the most reliable parts of her job. But the cancer was slow. It gave her time to think, rationalize, plan. But the fire, the sacrifice—that was instant. Quick. Immediate. She didn’t have the opportunity to consider whether it was fair or not to be open and honest with Mulder about her feelings. All she knew was that she loved him so completely that she had to share it with him. She couldn’t leave this earth without expressing it.

And now she’s about to express that love physically. Openly. Vulnerably. Her stomach clenches.     

Mulder pulls up beside her and shuts off his lights. She glances over and finds him watching her with an unreadable look. It makes the butterflies in her stomach flutter so strongly that she has to look away.

They meet at the door to her building and he hovers behind her as she leads the way to her apartment. Her hands tremble slightly as she inserts the key into the lock. She has fantasized about this moment many, many, many times. One of her most recurring fantasies, in fact, involves him following her home after a long day at the office. As she fits the key in the lock, he suddenly appears right behind her, pressing his long, hard body against her own. He then dips his lips to the crook of her shoulder and plants a wet kiss there, whispering, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” And then he shoves them inside and takes her roughly against the door.

But none of that happens. Mulder keeps a respectable distance between them, even shoves his hands in his pockets when they walk inside together. She busies herself turning on a variety of lamps and adjusting the temperature, then pours herself a glass of water. He glances around her apartment like he’s never been here before, and she suddenly starts to doubt whether this is right. He doesn’t look quite as eager as he does in her fantasies; nor does he look as aroused as he did on the island. She bites her lip. Maybe the threat of death had that effect too—heightening emotions, elevating feelings to a level they don’t really occupy in normal life.

Her mind clouds with worry and Mulder, being Mulder, seems to pick up on it.

“Everything okay?” he asks tentatively, hands still buried in his pockets. She wishes he would pull them out and take control. She wishes he would bend her over the counter or the table and take her without hesitation.

She nods, but it must not be convincing because he huffs a little laugh.

“This is strange, yeah?” he asks, one of his hands reaching to scratch at the back of his neck.

She whips her gaze to his, alarmed that he would give voice to this thing between them. They aren’t supposed to talk about. They’re just supposed to . . . do it.

“We can wait, if you want,” he says, and her heart plummets. He’s backing out. Off the island, under normal life conditions, faced with the reality of their partnership, he doesn’t want to be intimate with her anymore.

She understands. She quite honestly is having a hard time jumping into the mindset she occupied on the island—fearless with her body, her sexuality, her declarations of love. Now, all she can think about is how strange it will be to touch Mulder, to see his penis. How bizarre it will feel to let him touch her that way. This is her coworker, her friend. Someone who’s seen her throw up, who’s peed in front of her, who’s gotten to know every nook and cranny of her mind, her intellect. That’s a boundary they’re supposed to respect, right? Because what do they become once she shares a different side of herself? How will he see her then? Can you hold in your mind two very different versions of the same person? Are they compatible, or does one destroy the other?

Her mind briefly flickers back to the bath they shared, to the way she pressed herself into him as she demanded he follow her instructions not to leave her. Any time she recalls this particular memory, her cheeks heat and her palms sweat. What must he have thought? How embarrassing that he saw her in such an erotic way.

The sound of Mulder moving through her apartment drags her away from her self-pitying thoughts. Slowly, he begins to click off the lamps she just turned on, throwing them into total darkness. She blinks quickly, her eyes surprised by the sudden change. She hears rather than sees him move towards her, then feels his hands settle heavily at her waist. She sucks in a sharp breath.

“This better?” he asks, his voice quiet, patient.

Her heart is beating so quickly in her chest that she momentarily thinks she might throw up. The darkness helps. It helps not to see him, not to watch them turn from coworkers into . . . something totally new, totally scary.

She nods, the ends of her hair brushing his chin. His palm moves lightly over her waist, skimming up the length of her arm until it’s at her shoulder. His fingers trip around her neck, then edge up into her hair until he’s cupping the back of her head. And then he stills. She hears his breathing, quiet but quick, and that nervous feeling pulls at her gut again. They could stop right here, and it wouldn’t be something they couldn’t undo.

As if sensing her hesitation, he speaks. “Scully,” he says, “I want this more than I want anything else in my life.” He pauses and she stiffens. “I know you want this too,” he says, “but is it too much, too soon? You seem . . . uneasy.”

Momentarily, she is mortified, too embarrassed to answer. He’s exposing her all too quickly.

“On the island,” she replies after a time, “it all seemed so inevitable. Our death. Our . . . love.” She peers at him through the darkness. “If it hadn’t been for the island, would you feel this way about me? Would you want me like this?” She pauses, taking time to gather her thoughts. “And what do I become to you now? What are we to each other? Am I just someone you’re sleeping with?”  

He laughs, low and deep in his chest. “Not a chance, Scully. You clearly haven’t been living in my mind for the past five years.”

She tilts her head in question.

“It wasn’t just the island, Scully,” he promises, and as her eyes begin to adjust, she can see the burning way he’s staring at her. She holds his gaze, unable to look away. “It wasn’t just because we were dying. I’ve felt this way about you for so long, I don’t even remember a time when you weren’t my sole preoccupation.”

She huffs a nervous laugh, her fingers rising tremulously to push a strand of hair behind her ears. “That and the X-Files,” she manages to whisper.

He leans close and his lips brush her forehead. “Fuck the X-Files,” he says through a grin.

That gets a bigger laugh from her, and suddenly she feels a little lighter, a little calmer. His thumb stretches around to slide against her jaw. It is an intimate touch and her eyes close as warmth slides down her spine.

“You agree? It wasn’t just the island?” he asks, and she suddenly realizes that maybe he is also scared of the same things she is.

She meets his gaze, biting her lip tentatively. She thinks of the great, unconquerable feelings she has harbored for him for years. She thinks of the unique, beautiful, otherworldly bond they share, which she is terrified to ruin. But does love ruin, or does it enhance?

She shakes her head. “It wasn’t just the island.”

He smiles, nods, and that seems to clear the air. He bends down and presses his lips into hers. Her mouth immediately remembers his, recalls the shape of his lips and the slickness of his tongue. She raises her hands and sinks her fingers into his hair, just the way she did on the island, the feeling of his thick dark strands soft and pliant under her hands. He leans over her and her back bends slightly, her stomach pressing into his hips. He is already hard enough that she feels him through his jeans, and she opens her mouth in a pant. His lips slide past her mouth down her neck, grazing the soft skin of her shoulder before running back up to capture her mouth again. When his hands leave her hair to slide down her body and grab her ass cheeks, she inhales sharply.

“I didn’t get to these on the island,” he whispers through a cheeky grin, and she grins back.

He surprises her by lifting her into his arms and her body responds as it should, legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Almost as if it were his own apartment, he carries her blindly through the rooms to her bedroom, depositing her gently onto the bed, then standing to stare at her.

She waits breathlessly, half-expecting him to crawl on top of her, to kiss her patiently while he touches her breasts or reaches his hand under the waistband of her jeans. Both would be welcome, certainly.

But instead, he drags her forward until her legs hang off the bed, and then he goes to work on her pants, unbuttoning them quickly and dragging the zipper down fast. He yanks them off and then lifts the hem of her sweater, pushing it up until she removes it for herself. When she sits before him in just her underwear, he grins and strips off his own shirt, then his jeans. She wants desperately to do it for him, to touch him boldly, to demand he undress for her, but she is still too nervous. It is still too foreign, too forbidden. And so she just watches, until he is down to his boxers, his lithe, lean swimmer’s muscles rippling in the dim light from a street lamp.

He leans forward and strokes his palm against her cheek tenderly, as if reminding her that it’s just him, that it’s Mulder, that he loves her. And then he sinks onto the bed, scooting up to the headboard and leaning against it. He gestures for her to come forward. Swallowing against her nerves, she crawls up the bed to him. When she’s at his knees, he takes her hands and lifts her. It takes her a minute to understand his direction, but when she does, she remembers.

She slips onto his lap, straddling his waist, her knees pushed into his hips, her center pressed snugly against his groin. His warm hands span the length of her back, sliding up and down her spine. For two people who have never made love, it is a position with which they are strikingly familiar. She remembers grinding against him recklessly, stupidly, madly, on the island as they tried to trick spying eyes. She remembers pressing her bare center directly against his cock in that sacrificial bathtub, drawing out of him a promise he ultimately wouldn’t keep.

He meets her eyes and she is grateful that he knows her so well, that he knows she needs some semblance of familiarity before they jump into this great unknown together.  

“Remember this?” he murmurs, his hands pulling and pushing at her hips. Her body takes up the rhythm on its own, and as he presses up into her, as his groin intermittently hits at her clit, she feels warmth spread and pool in her panties.

Her mouth falls open as arousal begins to take over, and she is grateful for the way it drives away other thoughts, other concerns. For the first time since this began, she finds the courage to dip her lips to his, to initiate their kiss. He loves it; his hands clench at her waist and neck; his groin shoots up into hers. They both groan into each other’s mouths, and when it’s too good, too pleasurable, she lets her forehead fall against his cheek.

They continue on, the pleasure building and building in her center. She changes angles, leaning back, pressing her hands into his knees to give herself more thrust. His eyes climb to meet hers, his long throat tempting her to lick it, his firm jawline clenching with arousal or pleasure or withholding, she doesn’t know.

At the look in his eyes, her breath catches in her throat. She stills even as need courses through her urgently. He lifts his hands, catching her face in his palms, and draws her back down to him, kissing slowly. His fingers dance across her back to unhook her bra. She’s shifting to allow him to fully remove it when he nods at her underwear. “Those too.”

With a wry smile, she lifts off him and wrangles off her underwear, watching as he too kicks off his boxers. That this is not the first time he has seen her fully naked is a stark reminder of how strange her life is. His eyes flicker over her briefly and then he grips her hips again, grinding her down into his erection once, twice, three times, before he starts scooting down onto the pillow.

“Wha--?” she starts to ask as he cups his arms around her legs and starts dragging her up the bed towards his face.

“I’ve been thinking about this for weeks,” he mutters hungrily, his eyes running over her breasts before landing in between her legs. He briefly glances back up. “May I?”

This is it, she thinks. This is the moment that defines them from here on out. Everything before this moment was perhaps something they could write off, pretend away, sweep under the rug. But the moment his mouth hits her pussy, there’s no going back. You don’t go down on someone and show up to work the next day as if nothing happened.

She heaves in a deep breath, want and need building wetly and hotly, trickling down her thighs. She suddenly begins to feel it again—that powerful, wanton, reckless, desirous energy she felt on the island. The way it emboldened her, the way it served her.

She doesn’t answer him, just takes his hand and flips it palm-side up. Her eyes never leaving his face, she brings his palm up to the space between her legs and presses him into her, letting him feel how dripping wet she is for him. His mouth slackens as she rocks back and forth against his palm, enjoying the friction it brings. He twists his wrist slightly and then she feels one long finger enter her, and it’s so good that she moans. That seems to do it for him, because he draws out of her quickly and yanks her hips up to his face.

He roughly tugs her down onto his nose and lips and she has to brace herself against the headboard to keep from falling over. One of his hands grips her thigh so tightly she knows there will be bruises in the morning. She’s never actually done this before, and it is momentarily intimidating to sit so heavily on someone else’s face. But as soon as Mulder gets to work beneath her, she is lost to sensation. Are those his lips, his fingers, his tongue, his nose?

“Oh my god,” she whimpers as he brings the focus directly to her clit.

It is so good, maybe the best she’s ever felt. Her hand leaves the headboard to tangle in Mulder’s hair, and he must like it, because he groans beneath her. Her body starts to moves on its own accord, tugging his face even closer, even deeper, building her up and up and up.

She dimly has the presence of mind that although this is really, really, really good, she wants to get to the main event. She releases his hair and lifts her hips, laughing to herself when he chases after her, grabbing at her thighs to pull her back down.

“Stop, stop,” she says through a half-moan, half-laugh as he suctions her clit between his lips.

“No, no, no,” he insists when she again lifts off him to crawl down his chest.

She catches his eye as she scoots down his body, momentarily struck by the dazed look on his face. She leans forward to capture his lips, pressing her body to his completely in a gesture she hopes expresses her gratitude. When she rises off him, he is grinning smugly, and she knows she’s left him with no doubt about how much she loved it.

“Feeling good?” he asks as she begins to slide along the length of his erection.

She smiles coquettishly, enjoying the way his grin falters as she increases her rhythm.

“Very,” she murmurs. “You?”

His eyes are trained on her hips, but he drags his gaze back up to her eyes. “Also very good,” he says tightly, “though I think I haven’t reached my peak.”

She raises an eyebrow in challenge, then shifts and lifts her hips, positioning him at her entrance. His eyebrows crease very slightly in anticipation. When she sinks all the way down, her hands fall forward onto his abdomen and her head drops to her chest as he hits pleasure points previously untouched.

They find a rhythm easily, and she surprises herself by coming as soon as he starts putting pressure on her clit. Her orgasm hits her so hard that it steals her breath, and she falls forward onto him, her chest heaving with great, gulping breaths. He goes still beneath her, fingers trailing up and down her spine and tangling in her hair.

When she is breathing normally again, he shifts them onto their sides, pulling her into his chest and drawing her leg across the top of his legs. His lips fall to her bare shoulder and his hands move restlessly, gripping her waist then hips then breasts as he begins to pump into her again.

“Oh—fuck—yes—fuck—fuck—fuck—” he grinds out, and she feels his teeth sink briefly into the skin of her shoulder before retreating. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck,” are his final words before he comes.

When he finally stills behind her, she turns towards him to plant a chaste kiss to his lips. He seems too exhausted to return the gesture even half-heartedly, and she smiles.

“You have a sailor’s mouth,” she muses.

She feels his laugh echo through her own body. “You seemed to enjoy my mouth.”

Her smile grows wider. “Very much,” she murmurs.

They lie in silence for a while, but ever-practical, Scully makes them eventually get up and clean up. Not surprisingly, Mulder turns out to be ravenous after sex, and he orders them a huge pizza which they share along with some bad T.V.

It’s nearing midnight by the time they retreat to her bed.

“I know you didn’t plan on me crashing here,” he says as he tugs her into his chest. “I can go in a few if you want.”

She considers it, feeling that slow creep of unease start to intrude again. What will this new thing between them look like? Will sleepovers like this become their new normal? She’s not opposed to it. They each are already near-permanent fixtures in the other’s apartment.

“I like it,” she finally says. “I don’t really like being alone.”

He hums. “No, me neither.”

After a minute, she glances over at him. “Mulder?”

“Yeah?”

She hesitates. “What do you think about us?”

“Rockstars in every way. Top-of-the-line investigators, sexy-as-hell humans, fantastic bedmates.”

She rolls her eyes even as she suppresses a smile. “You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t. What do I think about . . . whatever we just did?”

She hums. “That, and other things.”

“. . . . such as?”

She colors slightly. “Such as what we are to each other. Besides the obvious.”

He ghosts his lips across the shell of her ear. “What’s the obvious?”

She shakes him off. “Partners. Friends. Coworkers.”

He sighs. “You thinking it’s time for us to finally get hitched?”

She smacks his arm in frustration. “Can you be serious for once?”

He is quiet for a long time, which makes her hopeful that he’s cooperating. Eventually, he gathers her hand in his and squeezes.

“If I’m being serious about it, Scully, my fantasies about you and me have always stopped in the bedroom.”

She snorts. “How romantic.”

He huffs a laugh. “I don’t mean it like that. I mean—I’ve never even let myself consider that you’d want me as more than a friend or coworker or someone to take the edge off.”

She nods. “I guess I can say the same for myself.”

“When I used to imagine my future, before I met you, I always saw myself alone. Doggedly pursuing the truth, lonely and grumpy and quarrelsome til the end.” He pauses. “But after I met you, that vision changed, and I started to see you by my side. In my eyes, we’ve always been inseparable, committed, loyal. My relationship with you has always been something sacred. It’s something that no one else gets. And maybe that’s why I acted the way I did when Joe came into the picture. Because we’ve always belonged to each other. It didn’t feel right for you to belong to someone else.”

She hums sympathetically, pressing a kiss to his neck.

He continues. “So the part that I never imagined, or dreamed, or even dared to wish for, was the part where you cared about me the same way I care about you.”

“That’s called love, Mulder,” she says gently, ruffling his hair.

He laughs. “So when you ask what I think about us, I think this thing between us changes things as much as it doesn’t. I still see you by my side. I still want you by my side. You’re always . . . you to me first. You’re always Scully before you’re a coworker, before you’re my friend. Before you’re even my . . . lover.”

“Lover,” she whispers naughtily, even as her thoughts turn sentimental.

They fall silent. She feels herself starting to doze off when Mulder speaks again.

“I think you’ve learned I don’t like to be separated from you,” he says quietly.

She smiles to herself. “Does that mean you want to go steady?” she teases.

“It means I’m in love with you,” he replies solemnly.

She knows this already, but hearing it sets her heart racing.

“It means I’ll always see a future with you, except now that future involves . . . everything.”

Everything. Tempting, beautiful scenes flit through her mind. A home, a mortgage, a shared bed. A baby.

Unable to speak, she turns into him and presses a kiss to his lips, enjoying the way she gets to freely touch and taste him now. She presses their foreheads together and nods.

“I want everything with you too,” she admits quietly after a time.

She feels him smile as he plants a few more kisses to her lips, then her cheeks, then her forehead. Eventually, he stills, and after a time, his breathing deepens and his body softens. When she closes her eyes, she dreams of flames and fire, but she isn’t scared. They were forged together well before they entered the fire; they’ll come out stronger every time.

She tucks her head under his chin, inseparable from him even in sleep.

The End.

#msr #txf #x files #mulder x scully #the x files #x files fanfic #dana scully #msr fanfic #fox mulder #xfiles fanfic

[panpan-pandemonium]

TMNT Turtles adopting you

FLUFF MRMRMRM

you’re like 4-6 years old in each of these headcanons

i love them being father/brother figures 🥺🥺

+splinter being a gramp

i put too much effort into this shit

Leo

you were being cornered by two random dudes

child vs. two bozos in an alleyway? didn’t sound like a fair fight

how did you even get in the alleyway?

ngl he was pretty hesitant to save you bc he was worried that you would tell your parents

but then he realized that you were a literal child, so then he was fine with it

mf drops down from the top of a random building and starts threatening them

meanwhile,,was that superman?

holy shit you were being saved by superman

he looked a little different compared to that tv show you saw but it was aight :]

you didn’t even notice the two guys running away after a while because you were just staring at leo

“you okay, tiny?”

“...are you superman?”

who?? was he meant to say yes??

“um...yeah!”

mmm wrong answer

by the time he got back to the lair, you were latched onto his leg yelling “weeeee”

if he would be asked about what he was to you, he would explain that he was a foster parent until your actual parents started caring about you

the truth was that he was way too attached to ever let you go

especially after how you guys first encountered, you really think he’d give you up? hell no

you’ll try to grab his katana’s at some points

to which he has to take them away from you which evolves into you holding a grudge against him

to rebel against that, you’ll sneak away with his bandana when he isn’t looking

perfect plan

but you end up getting way too into wearing his bandana

you’ll pretend to be him and run around the lair showing his brothers until you catch leo’s attention

“grrrr... look daddy, i’m just like you!!”

his heart mELTS

YOU CALLED HIM DAD

YOU IDOLIZED HIM

OH GOD HE’S GONNA SOB

he has to take a step away from you for a bit and scream into a pillow

he’ll pick you up and spin you around 😭 legit he almost starts crying

“are you gonna save the day just like daddy some day?”

“yeah!!” 🥺🥺

he loves you so much but he’s so protective

he’ll freak tf out if he can’t find you anywhere

if it turns out that you were hanging out with your uncles and they didn’t tell leo, he’ll be mad at his brothers

“dad, can i go play with uncle raph/donnie/mikey?”

“no, daddy’s mad at them right now >:(“ he gets really petty

you think it’s really funny so even when he isn’t actually mad at his brother’s, he pretends to be a petty hoe

anything to hear that little laugh 💙

at some point he’ll try to fit you in his pocket

to which he’ll be disappointed that it doesn’t work

tiny pockets :(

his nickname for you is tiny

he likes to carry you around in the palm of his hand too

you’re just really tiny

and you’ll hear that a lot when you’re growing up

Raph

he was blowing off a steam when you found him, actually

he got into a fight with leo again

he starts beating tf out of those big shipping containers

the ones you’d see on container ships? yeah, one of those

midway through his temper tantrum,, *pitter patter*

he draws his sais way, ready for an ass-beating

he hadn’t had much action in a while anyways

and out comes peaking from behind a wall, a tiny infant

not a literal baby, but you come out of hiding and,, you’re a literal infant compared to his 6’0+ stature

he’s never fought a child before

he lowkey doesn’t know how to interact with you at first

he’s never seen a child in his life and that’s true besides his brothers

was he meant to threaten you first?? was that plan a??

he has the audacity to start threatening you in your face

he clearly doesn’t know the power you hold in your tiny hands compared to his puny objects

he’s so bad at threatening you that you don’t even understand a word he’s saying >:)

*bonk*

“did you..did you just hit me?”

you give off that innocent giggle that makes him melt into putty

oh he’s keeping you

“you got any parents, kid?”

“no”

“well good, because you’re mine now”

pulls up at the lair with you on his shoulders

badass father >:)

unlike leo, raph brags about being a father figure

he acts like a dick and shows off his fatherly title but he’s actually so fucking excited he feels so fuzzy and giddy

your laugh is so contagious to him, he literally has a laughing fit whenever you giggle n shit

he tries to get donnie to make you a custom bandana of your favorite color

donnie wants the “favorite uncle” title so he absolutely goes with it

when you finally get your bandana made, raph picks you up just like leo does and hypes you up

your own hype man

“are you gonna beat up bad guys just like daddy?”

“yeahhh!”

if raph has a pull-up bar, he loves putting you on his shoulders while he’s working out

speaking of workout shenanigans,,

since raph has that workout bench and weights, he once for the hell of it pretended that he was suffocating underneath the weight just to see your reaction

you ended up crying the first time he did it bc you thought he was gonna die :(

“daddy’s okay, it’s okay champ”

that was the first and final time he did that in front of you

never again

speaking of nicknames, he calls you champ

whenever you’re tired, he’ll quit whatever he’s doing and will come to nap with you

training? woops, gotta go 🏃‍♀️

eating? damn, save my food yall 🏃‍♀️

he churrs a lot to help you sleep too

he loves his little champ sm

Donnie

the one time he wasn’t cooped up in his room

the one time

literally just chilling on the roof of a random building when he dropped his bō staff on accident

couldn’t be worse :)

oh shit, a random kid’s coming around the corner :)

*abnormally large reptile drops from the roof*

“is this a stick?”

“s- stick?”

where are your parents- yeah you get the gist, he looks and sees nobody around the corner

oh well, kidnapping :))

he takes you back to the lair and has to explicitly explain why he kidnapped a child and why it was alright

doctor donnie in the sewer!

he does a full checkup on you to make sure you’re alright since you didn’t have any adult supervision

you end up getting really overwhelmed after a while which passes over to donnie

“hey hey hey! it’s ok, it’s ok-! here, do you wanna hold the stick?” this is an insult to his staff but he’d do anything to calm you down

and?? it works??

“stick :)” and you’re entertained for the next 30 minutes

and our favorite nerd adopts you on the spot

when he’s doing something on his computers, he’ll hold you in his lap while you get to watch him do whatever he’s doing

you get amazed at all the stuff that your dad looks up :’)

donnie loves the fact that you’re so curious even though it’s by nature

yknow those baby carriers that people strap their babies to their chests with??

this bitch

HE ENDS UP MAKING ONE SPECIFICALLY FOR YOU

“dad! i’m too old for that! >:(“

“please (y/n), just this once? for dad?”

it was actually a lot more fun than you thought

his brother’s jab at him for it but they all want a turn carrying you around sooner or later

this petty fuck says “no :)”

WITH A SMILE TOO

there have been many occasions where you steal his glasses

you end up copying his famous laugh and snort at some point (source)

you did end up breaking his bō staff at some point

donnie wasn’t really mad but you started to cry bc you were really guilty

you grabbed some duct tape from his desk and grabbed the broken staff

you tried to tape it back together as best as you could,,

when you went to bed, he stayed up repairing his staff

despite it being fully put back together, he still put duct tape where you did originally

so that it seemed like you helped :)

he calls you his little genius

why? because his biggest brag is you knowing random facts because you watched him researching

aw little genius in training, taking after your father 💜

even though he doesn’t cuss much,, the one time he did, you mimicked him

“raph, stop being an asshole”

“asshole?”

“NO”

he was very paranoid after that experience

Mikey

can a mutant dumbass take care of an infant dumbass? surprisingly, yes

he uhhh,,, he left the manhole cover off the hole returning to the lair

you crawled into the sewers and chased him down

why? ionknow big turtle man is cool :)

so when everyone sees a tiny child sliding down their slide, everyone immediately interrogates mikey

“did you leave the manhole uncovered, michelangelo?”

“hahaaa...woops :’))”

you recognize him as soon as you spot him, and you waddle towards him

which gives splinter an opportunity to question you, too

“where are your parents?”

“umm...him :)” *points at mikey*

“CAN WE KEEP IT?!”

insert a series of questions to mikey that just equal= “did it have any parents?”

all in all, he got to keep you

technical custody ig?

HE’LL TAKE YOU DOWN THE WATER SLIDE THEY HAVE

HE MIGHT GET IN TROUBLE BUT HE DOESNT CARE

splinter also has a soft spot for you so he let’s it slide no matter how many warnings you guys get

you accompany him on shenanigans and pranks

your pranks aren’t really prank, it’s usually just you asking if your uncles’ shoes are untied

they don’t even wear shoes but they go with it

you got most of your music taste from him

he once got an empty box from an alleyway bc he saw a video of a cat jumping into a box

and he lowkey wondered if you would do the same

so he brought it back to the lair...and it was on sight

you sprinted away from wherever you were to sit in that box

whenever he has a bad day, he’ll remember that :)

speaking of collecting things, he’ll collect a lot of things for you

you have a collection of bracelets, necklaces, and you even have your own skateboard!

mikey doesn’t let you use it tho

the last time you tried to use it, you got hurt

you have to hear him say dad jokes a lot

EVEN THOUGH HE GETS SCOLDED...he’ll take you to the halloween parades with you on his shoulders

he’ll probably steal one of his brother’s bandana’s too, just so you match him

“stay in the shadows goddamnit” but parade 🥺🥺

you’re his little ‘sunshine’

he calls april your aunt and makes casey your extra uncle

raph can and will make jokes about you both sharing the same iq

and that’s why he’s your least favorite uncle /j

you became a cat person because of mikey

he would show you videos of cats to help calm you down with temper tantrums

he does the same thing that raph does to help you sleep

he churrs a lot because you said that it sounds like he’s a cat (purring) and he found out that it helps you fall asleep faster

he was also the main cause of you having a cat phase,,when you grow up, he’ll recall that specific phase just to embarrass you

Grandpa Splinter

he heard out your father’s troubles when he first took you in

leo was scared that he would get too attached to you and that you would end up getting hurt because of him

raph thought that his anger issues would end up with you getting hurt at some point

donnie thought he would accidentally treat you like an object/wouldn’t be able to communicate well with you

mikey thought he wouldn’t be someone you could depend on because he wasn’t as strong as his brothers

he feels like an old fart when you come into his life

he was furious at his sons when they took you in

cuz y’know, human and all

you grew on him tho and he just acts like he’s still mad at his kids

to get back at him, the 4 purposefully start calling him “grandpa splinter” whenever they saw him

which passed over to you

so whenever you saw him, you would run to him, calling him “grandpa splinter” with grabby hands

absolutely tells you about your dad when he was a child

they get embarrassed cuz they all did dumb shit as kid

he‘ll tell you about his son’s triumphs and how they saved the world twice

he’s a damn proud father

he marks your equivalent of the hashi as “the corner”

and on your 13th birthday, splinter plans to give you your own weapon of choice and wants to teach you the same training lessons he taught his sons

they don’t approve of it though,,

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #child!reader #tmnt donnie

[magnuficentwo]

For the ask game. Everything for Wainwright and Hammerlock

nah im joking just 1 2 3 5 12 and 25 for them. Unless

[From Here !]

HEEHOO LETS GET IT.

1. Why do you Like or Dislike this character? / 2. Favorite canon thing about this character ?

For Wainwright: I really just adore his devotion, and how quickly he steps up to tasks without much fear or even hesitation because he's so firm in his own convictions he doesn't have TIME to hesitate. Things need doing and by god he'll fucking do them. It's something I find deeply admirable and I think it really shows the Jakobs values ..... .... one might say . It shows the. Jakobs Family Values. Like famous fanfic by Hallowlock on Ao3 (read my friends fic boy)

For Hammerlock: The fact he's just so PRESENT. Hammerlock has been a staple in the franchise for so long and he's such a familiar face, and I just adore it. He's so delightfully posh yet completely off his rocker when he's deep into his interests, and he knows so many people and facts and interesting shit just by Getting Around, and he's Fucking Awesome also. My beloved grandpa who tells me stories of his great hunts <3

3. Least favorite thing about this character ?

Not enough content about them </3

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them ?

For both of them: Either "Fair" or "Farewell Wanderlust", both by The Amazing devil. I just think it fits a lot about their relationship :] and also these songs fuck hard.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character ?

For Wainwright: I like to think that doesn't particularly care for sports or anything of the sort because it's just not his type of thing... but if you put him in front of a televison while a game is on he watches it in its entirety while standing up with his arms behind his back. And he expresses his disappointment or excitement whenever a team scores with about as much energy as someone who doesn't know what's going on can.

For Hammerlock: I know in my heart Hammerlock would speak So many languages. Getting around the Galaxy is already a feat of its own, but that's not enough for a guy who loves to learn and see things. His ass is going to learn so many dialects and languages just to be able to interact with planets and their individual cultures better or so help him god. He would know portuguese from brazil... he would be an honorary paisano....

25. What was your first impression of this character ? How about now ?

For Wainwright: "Oh that's cool, that's the Jakobs ceo? I thought he'd be older!" -> "I NEED him as my grandpa who sneaks money and candy in my pocket while my parents aren't looking"

For Hammerlock: "Oh hey I've seen this guy on tumblr before, he's pretty fun" -> "HE'S LITERALLY THE FUCKING COOLEST GUY IN THE BLOCK"

#Magoriginals #txt #Audience Participation #asks #ask games #ask game #borderlands

[akajustmerry]

Hi Merry! I'm curious whether you think Mencken actually won the election in Succession? Shiv mentions a court is investigating the count, but it feels ambiguous.

Hellooo. Thank you SO MUCH for asking me this I've wanted an excuse to rant about it for WEEKS. so, this is just my interpretation of the ambiguity because it is left ambiguous to a point. Yes I think Mencken actually won the election. Or maybe it's more accurate to say, I think he became president.

Not gonna go into detail about the legal scenario the show establishes in America Decides because I absolutely am not an expert, but I reccomend listening the official Succ podcast where they spoke to the political consultants for the episode because they're literally the experts. But basically they explain that in the event of lost and/or destroyed votes so great that a majority can't be called for a key state, electoral lawyers have to be brought in to argue in federal court which party would have won in those states.

Point is, the state itself should not and cannot be called until that court process is complete. Obviously, ATN calls it anyway which is ethically and legally YUCK because the state is not actually decided until the electoral lawyers do their thing and determine the result based on prior voting patterns, polling, etc. Shiv and Connor mention that this process has started in the finale.

I say all that to say that for Mencken to actually lose in the scenario they established, you'd have to have an actually fair and just legal system that wasn't being influenced by wealthy billionaires. Over and over in Succession, we see how the Roys treat federal legal and regulatory frameworks like playgrounds. There's never any real legal or regulatory consequences for these people because their wealth and influence buys them the favour of those systems so that even when they lose they win. Over and over again.

At the end of season 4, Matsson buys Waystar because he wants ATN. Mencken is included in that purchase. In Church and State, they're pretty disgustingly chummy, making quick work of dismissing Kendall's power plays, ripping into Roman for [checks notes] being sad at a funeral, before launching right into the technofascist talk. I don't reckon Matsson would let a president who agrees with his ideologies so enthusiastically lose the election. Matsson loved having roman and shiv in his pockets, you think he'll let a few thousand destroyed votes get in the way of him having a pet president? Dude may not know shit about coding, but he knows how to play these people.

More than that though, I just believe Succession is a show about how institutions of power are more loyal to one another than the public they claim to serve. And how the human relationships among the people in these powerful institutions shape public life more than anything else. When Jesse Armstrong penned those last few episodes, I don't think they were about how fascism can be thwarted with the legal system. I think they were some incredible speculative satire on the powerlessness of legal and regulatory bodies in the face of wealthy powerful individuals wielding forces they can't control to achieve personal gain.

I don't think it's truly ambiguous because no legal or regulatory process has actually prevented these people from getting what they wanted on a mass scale. It didn't stop them from getting around the cruises scandal or the sale or kendall murdering someone so why would a president be different? Matsson wants Mencken to be president so I'm pretty sure he would be. Roman and Kendall already made sure he'd get to the finish line and the system will do the rest.

So yes I do think Mencken won. Not legally, or democratically. But he won. Personally, I don't think there's another outcome that would fit the established reality. This is, of course, just my interpretation!! Highly recommend listening to the official Succ pod episode for America Decides because it really helps you understand how Mencken's election is possible and you can decide for yourself. Maybe your interpretation will be more optimistic than mine. x

#succession #anon

[dramatisperscnae]

@personae-obscura [x]

Sharpe blue eyes tracked each movement, lingering on the pocket watch. Looked expensive. It went into a pocket though so it was unlikely she could reach it while doing a reading. She could always find him in the crowd later, try to grab something then. Instead, she held out a small hand, palm up, smiling polite if a little sharp. "Cross my palm with silver, good sir, and we can take a peek." She was well spoken, her words flowed naturally but anyone with good ears and even better knowledge of both the language and the area would likely hear the practiced edge to it. It wasn't her true voice but it was a damn good mimicry. She blended right in. "And by that, I mean it's two pounds for a reading." It added up after a while and was still considered a steal given London's prices for literally anything else.

The girl's phrasing got an amused look out of Loki. Some phrases, it seemed, truly withstood the tests of time. Of course, to be absolutely fair it fit the tone of what the girl was doing with her tarot cards, setting the appropriate mood, but that didn't make it any less pleasing to hear.

There was, however, something just a shade off about her voice. Words were Loki's tools, language both shield and weapon for him, and a person's tongue - the way they spoke, their syntax and inflection, word choice and cadence - could say more about them than just about anything else sometimes. This girl…she hid it well, but there was an edge to her voice that the locals of the area didn't seem to have.

Interesting.

Reaching into his pocket Loki pulled out a coin, weighing it in his hand for a moment before holding it out to her. "Two pounds it is," he agreed, hands sliding into his pockets idly as he waited for what her reading might show. There was a chance it would show nothing at all, the girl simply using the cards to tell people what they wished to hear, but there was also a chance she had something of seidr, of magic, about her. Perhaps not the magic he himself weilded, but magic of a sort nonetheless.

#personae-obscura #loki ic #loki verse: worlds beyond #loki thread: reading a trickster

[disregardandfelicity]

*fuckin slams in* INFIDELITY PART FOUR PLEASE

literal lol upon opening this ask! mostly all I have written so far is random snippets of dialogue or actions out of order, so i've only got a tiny preview to offer:

change of plans, can i stay with you instead? of course. elio too? i’ll be there in an hour Joe frowns at the nonanswer and glances around his apartment. It’s already clean – as good a use of his nervous energy as anything in the last couple days – and there’s nothing in particular to be done to prepare. He taps his phone against his chin, an idle bad habit he’s picked up recently, then catches himself doing it and pockets the phone.

The problem with where I left the fic off in part 3 is that, the chronological next steps involve Nicky having tough conversations with his family and dealing with the legal process of a divorce and custody arrangements, and also trying to write a realistic depiction of how his family, who would be rightfully hurt, might deal with the fallout, and that seemed like a lot of hurdles to me (I wrote chunks of Nicky's wife finding out and that all imploding back before I posted part 1, but I think I've shifted tone a fair bit since then and idk if it fits).

But then my brain supplied me with this as an update, allowing me to cheat past all the things I didn't want to write: Nicky intends to bring Elio to Paris for a long weekend, and the bulk of that trip would be regular vacation, just them two, but then they'll get dinner or something with Joe, with Nicky having explained who Joe is ahead of time. A very babystep introduction. But then Elio bails last minute, and Nicky comes alone instead, cause all my updates to this verse require things to be at least a bit of a bummer apparently lol. So we'll see! But that's what I've got so far...

[stranger-nightmare]

Then there you have a movie to watch😅 but also trigger warning for su1c1de... Perhaps not something to watch cause it can be pretty heavy but it also has really great stuff in it!

Haha yeah I was terrified of the 2nd one😳 like the second one is how Annabelle was created and ties in with the first movie at the end and they are on this old farm and the 3rd one is at the Warrens house where all the other occult stuff is as well

Bestie! Eddie with a witchy girlfriend is a great idea! Probably wants you to draw tarot cards for him too, like maybe to predict how his day will go or something and he would buy you a nice crystal if he sees one. Also imagine his face when, like, you are making out with him and he is taking of your shirt and bra and crystals fall out of your bra. Or he can feel them in your bra and his cute face with a confused look like "Babe why are your tits so bumpy and hard?" I just find that so funny😅

Yeah Nancy is a skeptic but she won't say anything mean or judge you for it. She is just: you do you:3 you don't judge her for her love of weapons either

Yes oh my Robin would let you talk about this stuff for hours! And I believe she would come up with really deep questions about it too!

Steve is like: "Listen I already have to deal with enough stuff I don't wanna deal with spirits now too" which is fair to be honest and as long as you are safe he is ok with it. Joking that you will hex him when he doesn't do the dishes or some shit, which he laughs about but also is like "wiuld she though? Like can she do that?" In his head

-🦊

yeah I’m not feeling anything too heavy tonight so now that John Tucker is finished I’ve moved on to A Cinderella Story!

I’ve watched like random bits and pieces of the conjuring universe but I’ve never fit them together like cohesively so I need to get round to watching them all in like one go eventually, maybe when I’m not alone for it lmao

yes yes Eddie would be so intrigued and would ask you to do lil tarot readings for him, he’s just so into it! I also definitely think he’d ask if it’s okay for him to have his own crystal and you happily gift him one which he always keeps in the pocket of his jeans! also lmao about having the crystals come flying out your bra when he takes it off hahaha

no okay bc you’ve described them all so accurately! I can literally just picture Steve’s face after you joke about hexing him and he’s like haha you wouldn’t… would you? 👁👄👁 lmfao

now I kinda wanna do some actual headcanons on the fruity four with a witchy partner…👀

- hope

#the answer to your nightmare #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #🦊 anon

[pagetostagemcrae]

Script

It's night time outside a large suburban house, with a booming party inside, filled with many people. Outside are two men inside a parked car.

Rob: Damn, it's gonna be a full house then.

Matt: Yeah it looks like it, I mean I knew he had friends but- yeah geez

(Rob Looks over to Matt)

Rob: Alright well uh, we doing this?

Matt: I'm not gonna lie, THAT many people is making me…just a bit nervous. But I don't think that would be a good reason to blow off our…client? Is that what you guys say, I didn't really think too much about the terminology and stuff.

Rob: I mean yeah, I'm gonna be honest I'm pretty new to this whole thing too. The only other job I've done though was super low-key compared to this.

Matt: Ahh, well uh, I guess this is an experience for both of us.

(There is a pause between the two of them.)

Rob: Alright well let's get it over with, it should be a quick in and out. Nobody's even gonna notice, they're all probably drunk or high or whatever.

Matt: Alright yeah

(The two men put on Halloween masks, fitting for a party. One of them grabs a case of beer, and they both walk to the house. Several party goers are out on the porch, talking and drinking, two absorbed in their conversation to notice the two men sneak to the side of the house.)

Rob: Alright, the backdoor should be around here, just follow whatever I do and we should be all good, don't talk much.

Matt: Ah yeah, got it.

(Rob and Matt go into the already open back door into the bustling house party, with loud music and even louder people.)

Sarah: Heyyyyy, you guys got some more drinks?

Rob: Yeah, it's funny I actually forgot they were in my car so I just brought em' out.

Sarah: (Laughs) Ahaha hell yeah, you can just put them over there.

Rob: Sounds good!

(Rob keeps walking through the crowd of people and Matt follows. Rob puts the crate of beer on a messy table. Rob then gestures slowly to Matt to make their way to the stairs. Once they reach the stairs, they slowly make their way upstairs unnoticed.)

Rob: Okay all good so far, the rest of this should be easy.

Matt: Yeah he's probably already asleep, honestly just feels like we're speeding up the inevitable at this point.

Rob: Well our Client is really interested in that speed, so we'll just get it over with, and be out of here.

Matt: After jobs do you like, just hangout with the other guy or go home?

Rob: Uhh, well the last time we just went home, why?

Matt: I don't know, you wanna go drinking after this? I feel kinda weird doing this and then just going to sleep.

Rob: Uhhh, I mean…I wanna go drinking, but I don't want it to be just us two. Nothing against you man but, I feel like the vibe would be weird.

Matt: Ahh yeah that's fair, okay-whatever let's just get it over with, which bedroom is his?

Rob: Should be this one.

(Rob and Matt make their way over to a bedroom door. Rob checks the area to make sure they are alone, and slowly opens the door to peek inside. Inside is a sleeping old man, completely alone.)

Rob: Yeah, this is it, come on.

(Rob and Matt quietly walk into the room, not awaking the sleeping man. Rob then brandishes a needle from his coat pocket.)

Rob: Alright you keep watch, let me know if anything pops up.

Matt: Yep, go for it.

(Rob walks over to the man's body, and stops for a moment.)

Rob: Wait a minute, what the hell?

Matt: What? What's wrong?

Rob: I-uh, hold on-

(Rob gets close to the man, and puts his ear close to his mouth.)

Rob: Damn okay uh, I guess our job just got a lot easier.

Matt: Huh?

Rob: He's already dead, I guess you were right.

Matt: Oh-well, damn I guess I was

Rob: Alright let's get the hell out of here then.'

Matt: Yeah let's-

(Matt hears footsteps in the hallway.)

Sarah: I literally slept all day, and yesterday. I don't know, I'm just blegh.

Brandon: Maybe you just caught something, it's alright. Here this is probably a bedroom so you can lay down for a bit.

Matt: Wait- Rob-

(Brandon opens the door to see the two men standing inside, with Rob next to the dead old man.)

Brandon: Oh sor- wait who are you guys?

(An awkward pause is held for a moment.)

Matt: Uh, oh I'm Clyde, I kinda new here. Sorry we're a bit drunk and got lost looking for the bathroom, and saw this old guy and wanted to…check on him

(Brandon looks at Matt and Rob, pausing for a moment with a distressed look on his face.)

Brandon: …uhhh ah okay, well I guess I'll leave you to it then.

(Brandon closes the door.)

Matt: Uhh, that was…weird, why didn't he ask about-

(A loud sound erupts from the door, something has been pushed against it. Footsteps are heard running away from the door. Off in the distance, Brandon can be heard yelling.)

Rob: Aw crap.

[quartervois]

@sadtempo

what  the  fuck  is  happening?

things  go  from  zero  to  nine  thousand  real  quick  as  julian  watches  izzy  seemingly  speed  run  through  all  five  stages  of  grief  in  the  span  of  a  minute.  and  julian  thought  he  was  a  dramatic  fuck.  once  izzy’s  worries  finally  process,  he  can’t  help  laughing;  and  yeah,  he  should  probably  be  a  bit  more  supportive  and  comforting,  but  julian’s  never  been  the  type.

❝  izzy.  it’s  fine.  really.  first  of  all,  don’t  gas  her  up  or  she’ll  never  shut  up  about  the  90s  and  how  modern  fashion  is  a  crumbling  empire  or  whatever.  second,  the  only  person  she  hates  is  her  personal  trainer  'cause  he  doesn’t  let  her  eat  carbs  during  the  week.  and  third,  she’s  definitely  not  gonna  say  anything  about  your  outfit,  'cause  she’s  not  a  total  bitch  like  i  am.  if  you’re  really  worried  about  it,  though…  ❞

julian  sighs  and  takes  out  his  phone,  pulling  izzy  to  his  feet  by  the  hand  with  some  difficulty.  he  snaps  a  few  quick  photos  of  izzy  from  all  angles  and  attaches  them  to  an  email,  thumbs  flying  across  the  tiny  keyboard  with  ease  as  he  labels  the  subject  🚨🚨urgent 🚨🚨!!!!!!!  and  presses  send.

❝  there.  my  stylist  is  gonna  send  a  bunch  of  stuff  to  my  house,  so  you  can  try  it  all  on  once  we  get  there.  now  can  you  stop  having  a  mental  breakdown  so  we  can  go  get  dinner?  ❞  julian  raises  an  eyebrow,  pocketing  his  phone  again  before  he  pulls  izzy  in  by  the  front  of  the  shirt.

❝  you’re  worrying  over  nothing.  trust  me,  ❞  julian  says  with  a  sigh  as  he  tries  to  think  of  something  slightly  more reassuring.  ❝  i’ll  stop  making  fun  of  your  cardigans.  swear.  ❞

𝘐𝘡𝘡𝘠 𝘉𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘒𝘌𝘋 𝘈 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘜𝘛𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘕 𝘑𝘜𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕 𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘏𝘐𝘔 it would all work out. He wasn't entirely sold and absentmindedly began tugged at the neck of his sweater and taking deliberate and calming breaths. Maybe he was overreacting. Worrying over nothing. But how could he not? Julian was the single most important person in his life at present and while he was excited to meet those within his boyfriend's inner circle, he knew he was different from them. In fact, you could say Izzy was as far removed from Julian's life and style that he might as well have been from another planet. Julian was stylish and leather and dark colors. Tight fits and accenting lines while Izzy literally grabbed whatever appealed to his needs for weather or comfort. If he could wear his sweat pants and a hoodie for the rest of his life---- he certainly wouldn't have any issue with it, for sure. He was a man of little styling experience and now Julian was mentioning his stylist sending Izzy a few options.

"I can't afford a stylist, Jules," he said quietly, "I can't afford the type of fashion you and probably your friends wear...." His voice was soft and quiet; heavy with a vulnerability and uncertainty Izzy often tried to hide when around Julian. It was clear there was a power divide in the way that Julian saw something he liked, he bought it. He wore it. He could afford any and everything where Izzy worked on a small means of income and now he was trying to play catch up to his celebrity boyfriend. "I don't want you buying me a whole new wardrobe so I can fit in.... It's not fair to you....." Blue eyes lifted from the hole they were burning beneath the toe of his sneakers to catch Julian's gaze slightly, "I'd feel weird if I wore, like....a lot of stuff that's way outta my price range. Like I'm---" Izzy's gaze fell again with a pinch to his features, "Lying."

#sadtempo . #𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 *˚+.* julian + izzy . #idk if the tag of your url works ...

[emcscared-whumps]

🖋- pen or pencil

📓- do you actually write in your notebooks

📈📉- do you plot your stories

⌨️- are you a good typer

⌛️- what is the longest you’ve worked on a piece of writing

📺- would you watch your wip on a movie

💻- do you write online or by hand

📖- favorite thing about your current wip

⚠️- what is your current wip

🏚- what is an abandoned wip

🔮- what genre do you enjoy writing

📚-would you write a series

📕- would you consider publishing

From this post!

Oh wow there are a fair few things here, this'll be fun >:)))))) Thanks for the ask ^-^

🖋- Pen or Pencil?

I personally prefer pens, they write darker with less pressure so I can try and keep the tension down :)

📓- Do You Actually Write in Your Notebooks?

Omfg I love this question, it's such a call-out for notebook hoarders X'D

Of which I am one of

I do actually! It's just that my collection of Cool Notebooks exceeds the amount that I actually use them ^-^'

Since they're often too big to carry around for everyday use, I use a smaller notebook that fits easier into my satchel or jacket pocket. If I'm not carrying that, my phone works well for note-taking and doodling too :)

For plotting and actual writing though, I prefer to do that on my computer, so there's not an excessive need for them. Why will be detailed in a different question :3

📈📉- Do You Plot Your Stories?

Answered here

⌨️- Are You a Good Typer?

I've done tests for fun, so, if i'm going flat-out, I can get to 60wpm with +95% accuracy

That said, on bad days I can be very clumsy with my fingers, and don't even get me started on my phone lmaoooo

I can also type with my eyes closed/not seeing the keyboard with... more accuracy than I expected

I like to think I'm not too shabby :)

⌛️- What is the Longest You’ve Worked on a Piece of Writing?

Answered here

📺- Would You Watch Your Wip on a Movie?

Would I watch... the movie version of my wip...? I think that's what this question is asking lol (I'm a bit smoothbrain tired, bear with me lmfao)

Yes, absolutely!

I created Shifting Phases for my own personal consumption and enjoyment, (and then inflicted the brainrot onto the whump communtiy when I found you guys), which means, if there were a movie created of it... First of all, I'd be flattered lol. Then I'd bingewatch it over and over and over ^-^'

My only preference would be that it's animated lmao

(It'd make for quite the long movie though, so maybe multi-part TV special :3)

💻- Do You Write Online or by Hand?

I prefer to write on my computer for ease of changing formatting… and changing everything pretty much. Editing is so much easier too, I can just nab an entire paragraph, mark it red, re-write it, and delete the old one and have it look seamless.

I do use a cloud storage app for my folders though, that way I can access them and work on them from my phone, but the originals are all kept on my computer. I'll eventually get a harddrive, and keep backup copies on there in case anything were to happen.

I don't wanna lose literal years of work ^-^'

📖- Favorite Thing About Your Current Wip?

One of the whump scenes, but which... Because choosing my blorbo Pete is too obvious of an answer ^-^'

I suppose I always come back to drool over the reveal to Kate, or perhaps, when Timmy rescues Pete and holds him :)

The fountain scene is a contender though, and oldie, but a goodie :3

⚠️- What is Your Current Wip?

Answered here

🏚- What is an Abandoned Wip?

Oh this one's tricky... Had to do some deep thinking (deep thought got interrupted by a VERY sudden crack of thunder and gave me a heart attack)

Because I'd never really tried to write much before Shifting Phases, or if I tried something, it lacked a plot and was directionless and meandering... Basically just writing exercises that I stuck with for maybe one or two nights.

I'd say... Oh! Yes!

The working title is The Fight for Solaris!

I wouldn't call it abandoned, but it's definitely dormant. It's about zombies and aliens on the other planets/moons of our solar system, and there's some fun stuff happening with that. The zombies are infected by some sort of cordyceps fungus, and it's a bit messed, an alien gets caught up in the middle of it and has a terrible time trying to survive and keep their cover lmfao

I don't have much of a direction to take the plot in, but there's definitely something, and there's lore! A fair chunk of lore!

I don't know when exactly this was, I'd have to trawl through old art and notes for any dates I may've written, but my estimation is that it's of a similar age, or perhaps a bit older than Shifting Phases.

I should revive (heh) it (it was based on another dead group rp with those same school friends, I think it was too new of an idea to have been given a revival like Shifting Phases though... and also like it, it never actually took off).

It'd even out my diet a bit... a change in scenery (lmao)

🔮- What Genre do You Enjoy Writing?

Answered here

📚-Would You Write a Series?

I am >:) Shifting Phases has a sequel kicking around in my brain, and also an AU spinoff ehehe ^-^' Probably counts as a series if I were to publish physical books... just a very short one

Anyways yeah, Shifting Phases has like... 5 parts with a bunch of chapters in each of them, so posted to Tumblr, it would totally count as a series. Idk what it'd be on Ao3 tho, I don't have a good grasp on how it works just yet ^-^' Been a bit too distracted/busy to learn tbh (but it is indeed on the to-do list)

I also have... one other? Idea set in Ewrancore, which will eventually also be a whump fic, so, yeah! If the two Pete fics and an au aren't enough, Malté will get counted lol

Anyways, yes, if an idea presents itself, I will try to format it in a way that suits it, and if that involves making it a series, then that is what must be done o7

📕- Would You Consider Publishing?

With @ thewhumpyprintingpress recent publication of Hurt and Comfort A Whump Anthology, I'd say that there's a good possibility that when Shifting Phases is ready, I can publish it and print it as a physical novel! That would be amazing to me, and that is actually my ultimate goal with that fic :)

It's just so encouraging to see things called whump published and printed, so, yes ^-^

One day :) <3

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[incorrect-mcsm-and-other-stuff]

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[scuttling]

(Not So) Casual Friday

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 4,456 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch (it's not a main component but he very much has the tummy here), Pining, Accidentally admitting attraction, Embarrassment, A little angst, Oral sex, Protected sex Summary: Your best friend Derek finds out about your feelings for Hotch and teases you mercilessly. You can manage it, though, until the first ever Casual Friday, when Hotch shows up to work in a black polo and jeans and you kind of ruin everything. Or maybe you don't? *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below! “Okay, girlie, today’s the day,” Derek says when you set your bag and coffee cup on your desk on Monday morning. You shoot your best friend a tired smile and wonder for the—you’ve worked at the BAU for almost two years, so it’s probably the 500th time—for the 500th time why he has to be such a morning person when you would prefer not to have a conversation until at least 10 AM.

“Today’s the day for what?” you sigh, asking out of obligation, because it’s obvious that’s what he’s waiting for; he smiles, picks up your coffee and hands it to you, which must mean you sound bitchy. You take a grateful sip, close your eyes and exhale through your nose.

“For you to admit to me that you’re in love with Hotch.”

You spit out your coffee—only all over yourself, which is great, wouldn’t want to inconvenience Derek at all—and then cough so hard he has to thump on your back to help clear your airway.

It draws some attention; Hotch comes out of his office, takes a look at the two of you and probably regrets hiring the both of you, then walks down the stairs to make sure you’re okay.

“What happened? You’re wet,” he says a bit gruffly, looking at the coffee all over your chest and sleeves. You glare over at Derek, who’s clearly trying not to laugh.

“Derek made me spill my coffee.” You grab a handful of tissues off your desk and pat at the wet spot, trying to soak up the worst of it, but it’s not salvageable. You’ll have to change your shirt.

“And then you… choked on it?” Hotch asks, to clarify. Derek does laugh at that; the things Hotch is saying happen to have dual meanings, slightly sexual, and now that Derek knows—thinks he knows—about your thing for Hotch, it’s clear he finds it all so hilarious. He’s a twelve year old boy in a grown man’s body.

“Okay, I didn’t spill, I spit,” you correct, looking up at them, and Derek makes an exaggerated face of disapproval.

“Should have swallowed,” he says, trying to sound serious, and you shoot him an irritated look and reach out to slap him in the chest. Asshole.

“Do you need help getting cleaned up?” Hotch’s expression is kind, sweet, but you’d sooner die than have him blot coffee off of your boobs. It would be mortifying, especially in front of Derek.

“No, no, I think I’m okay. Thanks,” you add with a soft smile, and then you reach up and pull your sweater over your head, unzip your go bag, and search for another top.

For some reason, Hotch has a coughing fit scarily similar to the one you just had, and you turn to pat his back like Derek did for you.

“Are you alright?” you ask, looking up into his face, and he nods despite his watering eyes.

“Fine,” he croaks, and he leaves as quickly as he came. You sigh, because it’s not even nine and your day has already been so weird.

You’re wearing a tank top, and thankfully the coffee didn’t get through to that layer, so it’s quick and easy to throw another lightweight sweater over top of it; you ball up the wet one, shove it in the dirty clothes portion of your bag, zip it up and stash it under your desk. Derek looks like he’s having the best day of his life.

“You realize you just undressed in front of Hotch,” he says with a tone you don’t appreciate. You roll your eyes.

“I did not. I had a tank top on underneath.” You almost always wear an undershirt, because you’ve been a cop long enough to know that sometimes your clothes get torn or messed up in the line of duty, and you’re not trying to offer a free show while taking down an unsub. Derek wiggles his eyebrows, points at your chest.

“Yeah, one that put those little boobies on display. His eyes bulged out of his head like a cartoon character.” This time, you punch him in the arm, hard. It’s too goddamn early for this.

“Can you please shut up already? I don’t have a thing for Hotch.”

“Ah, I didn’t say you had a thing, I said you’re in love with him. And I have evidence; lots of it.” You tip your head back, groan, wondering what you did to deserve a best friend who is also such a pain in the ass, and it’s that moment that Hotch chooses to rejoin you; he looks a little flushed, probably from the coughing earlier.

“Uh. We have a case; I know not everyone is here yet, but you can head up to the briefing room, I’ll grab the others when they arrive.”

“Sure thing, sir,” you say easily, grabbing your tablet and what’s left of your coffee; you gesture for Derek and he follows, laughing and shaking his head. “Okay, what is it now? I’m so glad you find me entertaining today.”

“‘Sure thing, sir,’” he says with a high, breathy voice you assume is supposed to mimic yours. “You want his dick so bad.” You narrow your eyes at him as you head upstairs.

“Uh, because I was being respectful? I know that’s a foreign concept for you, the world’s biggest asshole, but you don’t have to read anything into it.” You take your usual seats at the table, pull up the note-taking app on your tablet, and Derek sits back, crosses his arms behind his head.

“Well you’re not calling me ‘sir’, and I’m the sexiest piece in the office, so it’s hard not to read into it.” You look over at him, elbow on the table, chin in the palm of your hand.

“Sexy is subjective, and you don’t do it for me, sorry to break it to you.” He scoffs, laughs, and you laugh too because you both know you see each other as brother and sister, buddies, and fellow former cops, and absolutely nothing else.

“Yeah, I get it, only Hotch does it for you; he’s not my type, but I can see how a young lady like yourself could be drawn to his brooding exterior.”

“I’m not drawn to his exterior!” you practically growl, and then you’re joined by Spencer and JJ.

“Good morning. What’s going on with you two?” JJ asks, loading up the monitors for the debriefing, her eyebrows raised.

“She’s in love with Hotch,” Derek says completely nonchalantly, and you rest your head on the table, on top of your forearms, and sigh.

“She’s what?” JJ’s whole face lights up, and you seriously regret everything.

“I’m not in love with anybody!” you mumble against your arms, and then you sit up, because you’re clearly going to have to defend yourself. “And I’d appreciate it if you quit saying that I am.”

“I told you I have evidence,” Derek reminds you, leaning back in his chair a little. One swift kick would have him toppling ass over tea kettle, but you’re too nice, even when he’s actively trying to ruin your life. “Shall I go over it while we wait?”

“I’ll be an objective third party,” Spencer says with a brief smile, and you sigh, wave your hand toward Derek.

“Alright, let’s hear it. I’m sure I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for whatever evidence you might think you have.” He grins like this is the moment he’s been waiting for, and you feel a little stupid for encouraging this.

“For one, you always look at him. When I’m delivering a profile, I notice you watching the locals, making sure they understand what we’re going over, since you're the queen of analyzing the micro expressions. But when Hotch is delivering a profile, your eyes are on him the whole time. Same goes for discussing theories on the jet; anyone else, and you’ve got your face in your tablet, scribbling notes, but you always look at him when he speaks.”

Your cheeks get hot. He’s a captivating speaker, is all, with that deep, velvety voice, and you can learn a lot from him, so you pay attention. That’s just being smart.

“Second, you tense when he gets close to you: not like you don’t want him to touch you, but like you’re halfway to jumping him already and trying to control it. I could probably put my hand in your pocket and you wouldn't even flinch, but if he leans over you to point at something you look like you’re about to cream your pants.”

“I have seen that, actually,” JJ offers, and you look over at her, betrayed. Sure, you get a whiff of his clean, crisp cologne, or feel the heat of him at your back, and your body reacts, reminds you that this is your boss and you’re at work and you can’t get turned on by the way he smells, but that’s actually a good thing, not an indicator of feelings or anything.

“Third, there’s something up with you and the gray suits. I can literally tell that he’s wearing one before I even see him, all because of the look on your face. It’s like you’re drunk on the gray suit.”

“Okay, that’s not true,” you say with a roll of your eyes—the gray suits are god tier, but there’s no way you’re that obvious—but it’s Spencer who speaks up, this time.

“You know, I have noticed that. Your pupils tend to be more dilated when his suit is gray or blue than when it’s black.” Fuck. You sigh.

“He barely ever wears the blue. It looks so good on him,” you murmur, and then you snap your eyes shut, cover your face with your hands. “Fuck. This is so embarrassing.”

“To be fair, we are profilers,” Derek says, leaning in to pat your back. “But also to be fair, he’s been a profiler longer than any of us, so if we know, he definitely knows.”

“Not helping, Derek,” you grind out, and then you’re joined by the rest of the team. Penelope takes the seat next to you, leans in with a worried tone of voice.

“Is everything okay?”

“She’s having a small crisis, but she’ll be fine,” JJ says with a smile, and you don’t miss the way Hotch looks you over when she says it, concern in his eyes. “Alright, so we’re headed to Arkansas…”

Later that morning, when you’ve been given your instructions—yours are heading to the crime scene with Emily and Derek—Hotch pulls you out into the hall, rests a gentle hand on your arm.

“Are you alright? JJ mentioned you were having a crisis earlier. This is the first time I’ve been able to get you alone, and I wanted to check on you.” You take a deep breath, look up at him, so handsome in a black suit, white shirt, green tie—he almost never wears a green tie, and you absently think it brings out the more golden tones of his eyes—and smile softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s really nothing. Personal stuff, and I’m dealing with it.” If by ‘dealing with it’ you mean you’ve been repressing it, shoving it down day in and day out until your feelings are choking you, then yeah, you’re dealing with it. “Thanks for checking, though, that’s kind of you.”

“Of course. I’m here to help in any way I can, if you need me.” Good god, do you need him, emotionally, physically, but that’s fantasy, and this, what he’s offering, is rooted in reality. Good things do happen, but not to you.

“Thanks.” Your voice is weak to your own ears, and he swallows, nods; you see Derek hovering by the door, waiting for you, and you pull away to join him, plastering a smile on your face. You don’t talk about it again until Friday, and at that point it’s extremely unavoidable.

It’s Casual Friday, newly implemented by the bureau as a way to boost morale, and while it doesn’t really excite you, because you’re fairly casual anyway, others take full advantage of it. Others, including Hotch.

He shows up to work wearing a black polo and dark jeans, his usual watch. It’s easily the most simplistic, basic outfit a man could decide to wear on Casual Friday, but this isn’t just a man, it’s Aaron fucking Hotchner, and so naturally, you lose your damn mind.

It wouldn’t be so bad if the damn polo didn’t fit him perfectly, tight across his shoulders and chest and the little tummy he has that makes you want to be under him so badly, your stomachs pressed together while he thrusts inside you, holding you tightly, his strong thighs working against yours…

“Hello, are you alive in there?” Emily asks, waving her hand in front of your face; the two of you, along with Derek, are in Penelope’s office for lunch while Rossi, Reid, and JJ are out of the office for a seminar. You blink, shake away your thoughts and hope and pray they don’t come back—but they’ll come back, they always do.

“She’s just short circuiting because of Hotch’s Casual Friday look,” Morgan says with a wink, sitting backward in his seat. “She’s been drooling so much I’ve had to follow her around with a mop to clean up after her.” You push your wheeled chair away from them with a groan, needing space and air and, potentially, a brain transplant. You’ve gotten nothing done all day long.

“Can you blame me? The man comes in here everyday, buttoned up tight, looking incredible in a suit and tie, and then he shows up in that black polo, all snug and hot and delicious, and you expect me not to freak out? You guys are lucky I didn’t pass out.” You’re met with silence, and you blink, confused, at your friends, but they’re all just kind of staring with looks of barely concealed humor. “What? It’s not like it’s a secret that I want to climb him like a tree.”

“Pretty sure it was a secret to him,” Penelope says, looking shocked, and you whip around in your chair to see Hotch standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and a little flushed.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I, uh—” He raises a hand, waves you off.

“It’s okay. No harm done; thank you, for the, uh. Compliment.” He steps forward, hands a manila folder to Penelope. “Thanks for taking care of these,” he says softly, and then, unsurprisingly, he gets the hell out of there. You wish you could disappear off the face of the Earth.

“Fuck, holy fuck,” you mutter when he’s gone, leaning forward with your head in your hands. “That’s it, I’m quitting. It’s been nice knowing you guys.”

“Okay, don’t be dramatic,” Derek says, and you look up to glare at him; he’s the one that started all this in the first place. You were fine, feelings tamped down and suppressed, until he brought it up and then told everyone you know.

“Don’t tell me not to be dramatic, Derek! This is all your fault. You never respect my boundaries, you never know when to just let me be, you always have to pick and pick until you wear me down. Maybe I had a reason for wanting to keep my feelings private, did you ever think of that?”

“I know you're upset,” Emily begins softly, because there’s some pretty thick tension between you and Derek now, but you stand up, push your chair across the room, and shake your head.

“I’m not upset, I’m fucking humiliated. I’m going home; let him know I’m sick, will you?” You exhale deeply, storm upstairs and grab your stuff and drive home with tears in your eyes. You’ve never been so embarrassed in your life, and add that to the absolute heartbreak you’re feeling? You’re just happy you make it to your apartment, so you can break down with cheesecake and a sappy, romantic comedy with a happy ending: those perfect, fictional worlds are pretty much the only place one is guaranteed. You are, as planned, hunkered down on the sofa in your softest pajamas, watching You’ve Got Mail and eating the center out of an entire cheesecake with a spoon when there’s a knock at your door. You groan, pick up your cheesecake tin, and walk over to it, fully expecting it to be Derek come to beg for forgiveness for ruining your life, so it’s no surprise you drop your dessert on the floor when it’s actually Hotch on the other side.

He looks down at the tin, then up at your face, cracks the barest hint of a smile.

“I thought you were sick; I brought soup,” he says, holding up a paper bag, and your heart thumps in your chest. You wipe a hand over your face, because you haven’t been exactly neat in your heartache cheesecake consumption, and then you kick the tin across the floor and invite him in, closing the door behind him.

“I thought it was obvious that I wasn’t actually sick, just… really embarrassed,” you say when he turns back to look at you. “I can’t believe you heard all that stuff I said… I’m really sorry I made you uncomfortable.” You take the bag from his hand and invite him to follow you into the kitchen, where you set it on the counter, lean against it. He comes close, but not so close you can’t function, which is good; your comfy pajamas are shorts and a loose tank top, so you feel a little exposed already.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” he says softly, and you frown, must have heard him wrong. He presses his fingertips against the counter, as if for support. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. It was… unexpected,” he explains, “very unexpected, but I’m not uncomfortable.”

You flush hot, and you can feel the bad decision part of your brain switching on, warning bells ringing in your head.

Whatever you do next has the potential to be extremely stupid, and you would like to avoid that at all costs; you love your job, after all, despite how physically and emotionally exhausting it can be, and you love your team. Time to think with your upstairs brain only.

“That makes me feel a little better,” you say truthfully, and despite the pep talk you just gave yourself, you move closer to him like there’s an invisible magnetic force between you; you would imagine a guy like Hotch would step back, keep his distance, but he only cranes his neck a little so he can look down at you more easily.

God, he’s tall. And he smells good, and his face is perfect, and that goddamn polo...

“Good, I’m glad. I don’t want you to feel bad about this. I’m not uncomfortable, it’s not… it’s not unwanted.” You swallow audibly, looking up at him, wondering if he knows what he’s saying, what it sounds like.

“It’s not?” you ask, and it comes out breathy; he takes a small step closer to you, brushes his fingers over your arm, peers into your eyes.

“No, it’s not. I’ve been thinking of you, too; I know you know you’re beautiful, but you’re also so smart, and strong-willed, and a force to be reckoned with. I’m proud to have you on my team, and I’d be proud… to have you climb me like a tree.” He smiles again, just the barest hint of one, and you put your arms around him and pull him closer for a kiss.

One long, slow, perfect kiss turns into another, then another, and he presses your back against the counter, his hands on your face and your hands on his thick waist; you hum into the kiss, revel in the feel of his lips on yours, his tongue sweeping past them, and when you pull back for air it feels like there’s only one question that needs to be asked.

“Bedroom?” you breathe, and he nods, and you take his hand and pull him in that direction, pausing to kiss him several times before you get there. “You don’t happen to have a condom, do you?” you ask, breathless, guiding him to the bed, and he frowns, shakes his head.

“I didn’t want to seem presumptuous.” You grin at that, lean forward and kiss him, your fingers in his hair.

“I find it so hot that you even say presumptuous. I might have one here somewhere.” You open your nightstand, move around books and toys until you find a couple; you flip them over, checking to see if they’re expired, and offer him a couple options. “They’re still good, surprisingly. You can, uh. Choose the one that would work best.”

He looks them over, picks one and hands back the rest, and you throw them back in the drawer and slide into his lap, wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says, holding your waist as you look down at him, completely in awe that this is happening. “But I want to clarify: if you’re looking for something casual, I don’t think we should go any further.” You inhale softly, surprised by his straightforwardness, and you lean in, kiss him slowly.

“I don’t want casual. I want to be with you.” His eyes are so brilliant, dark in the dim light of your bedroom, and he nods, presses his lips to yours and slides his hands beneath your top, guides it over your head. Then they move to your shorts, slipping them gently off your hips, and you stand so he can push them to the ground.

You’re both breathing heavily, a little rough, and you step between his legs, kiss him again, run your hands down his chest, closing your eyes with a sigh because you finally get to feel him after a year of just imagining what it would be like. After a beat, you open your eyes, look into his, smile.

“Really grateful for Casual Friday,” you whisper. “Otherwise you might never have found out I’m kind of in love with you.” You ease the polo over his head, drop it on the ground and encourage him to stand so you can take off his pants; he does, but before you can drop to your knees as planned, he takes your face in his hands, presses one soft kiss against your mouth.

“I’m more than kind of in love with you.” Oh, if that isn’t the greatest sentence your ears have ever heard… You wrap your arms around his neck, kiss a little more, forgetting that you planned to finish undressing him; when you remember, you make quick work of it, then have him lay back against the bed and settle between his legs.

You put your mouth on him because you want to, more than anything, and his hand drops to your hair, caressing you while you suck slowly, deeply, holding him with one hand and pressing against his stomach with the other. His moans are soft and gorgeous, his body tense beneath your hand, and you’d do this all night, but he murmurs your name, coaxes you up, puts his hands on your back as you settle against him.

“You’re so incredible. I never would have imagined I’d get this, get you,” he breathes, skimming his hands over your sides and hips, and you kiss softly, steamy and sweet.

“Me neither.” You lean up, make space for him to roll on the condom, and then press him inside; your breath hitches, and so does his, and you lay on top of him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, arms around each other tightly while you move. “Hmm. Aaron,” you sigh, hair falling around him, and he groans, digs his fingertips into your hips.

“Sounds so perfect coming out of your mouth.” You smile, but it slips away when he surges up to kiss you, leans up so he’s sitting with you in his lap. He slides a broad hand up your back, wraps it around the nape of your neck, and pumps his hips up as you sink down, eliciting a series of soft, eager moans from the both of you.

“Feels like I’ve waited so long; I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I wanted you,” you tell him, chest heaving, and he brings you to him for a kiss, something a little rougher, less refined. He’s getting close.

“Never. You make me feel so much.” You reach back against his leg for support, work harder to bring him off, and when he comes he crushes his mouth against yours, delicious and more uncontrolled than you’ve ever seen him. He chants your name, so soft and sweet rolling off of his tongue, and then gets you on your back so he can press deeply inside.

You feel so incredibly full, panting beneath him, your hands on his waist and your feet on the backs of his thighs; his perfect face is inches from yours, all shallow breaths and decadent, passionate kisses, and when you climax you pull him closer, sigh, unravel completely in his embrace.

Maybe good things do happen after all. You hold each other and talk for a while, after a quick pitstop to the restroom, and then your stomach growls—understandably, since the only thing to fill it since lunch was that stupid cheesecake—and Hotch orders takeout on his phone from bed; god bless technology.

There’s a knock at the door twenty minutes later, and you know that’s quick for your favorite Thai place, but you’re not complaining because you’re officially starving. He offers to grab it, throws on his boxers and heads for the living room; after a few minutes, you wonder what’s taking so long, pull on your robe and go to check on him.

Hotch is talking to Derek, who is standing in your living room with a piece of cheesecake and a shit eating grin.

“I came with a peace offering, but now I think I’ll wait for a, ‘Thank you, Derek,’” he says, and you roll your eyes, stalk over and take the cheesecake out of his hands. You give it to Hotch, lean up to kiss Derek on the cheek, and push him toward the door.

“Thank you, Derek. Go away, Derek,” you say with a smile of your own, and he raises his palms and retreats down the hall, laughing as he goes.

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corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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