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A Dangerous Game Ch 6

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, usual BAU case type violence/talk, smut, daddy kink, breeding kink/cum kink..... sorry for the delay on this ch, i just kept getting stuck uninspired to write this week despite desperately wanting to! i hope this week is better but im wokring more shifts and managing this weekend so i doubt it lol send me good vibesis anyone else having trouble with desktop? Like it LAGS so bad when i try to type. Ive swapped browsers, cleared out my computer & i swear its just worse….

You’d reached your six month mark with the BAU, which meant you’d been called into Emily’s office in the middle of a paperwork day, your heart nearly skyrocketing in your chest until you realized what it was about. She praised your work, both in the field and at the home office, commending how good of a fit you were for the team, and that she couldn’t be happier with your placement, and that you were putting down roots here, that you felt comfortable enough to do so. While you had been on edge at first, the meeting relaxed almost instantly, while she was still your superior, there was a sense of comfortability as you talked, laughter and jokes passed back and fourth. Right as you stood from your chair when she’d dismissed you she spoke once again,

“Hey, Pen and I are grabbing drinks after work, you wanna join?”

“You… sure that’s a good idea?” You raised a brow and she chuckled at the meaning behind your words.

“We’re allowed to be friends, aren’t we?”

“Guess we are.” You smiled back, “yeah, that sounds great.”

It may have been your six month mark since starting with the BAU, but today was the start of allowing yourself to be friends with and be seen with Emily while in your home territory. You just reminded yourself that this didn’t mean anything was changing, you’d picked up on it before Emily had even brought it up. Penelope had jokingly asked over coffee if you were scared of Emily, and that there was no reason to be, because under that dark exterior she truly was a softie. You’d laughed it off, saying that at your last posting your superior was strictly that, he’d been the type to not separate work from anything else, keeping the boundaries between employees strict and never hanging out with the team. Thankfully that was enough of an answer for Penelope and she didn’t ask anymore questions.

Medford, Oregon was the next city that the team was called to.

This time the unsub was targeting couples, and after some examination, the team was quick to figure out his hunting ground was spilt between three separate bars, and on a scheduled rotation, it was almost like he wanted to get caught. The profile was made and JJ was the one to announce it on the local news for what to look out for, withholding just the right amount of information to make sure he’d strike again.

“I don’t like this whole sit around and wait tactic.” The local captain grumbled.

“We’re not going to sit around and wait.” Emily pointed out, “we know where he’s going to be tonight.”

“So what? We just stake out the location and pull over anyone suspicious? That’ll be great for business.”

“We’re going to send in some undercovers.” She retorted and it was his turn to laugh.

“I don’t know how the FBI works agent, but that kind of thing takes time out here.”

“Good thing I came with reinforcements.” She practically smirked, glancing through the team, “JJ’s already made herself known… Wilson? How’d’you feel about stepping up?”

“You ask that like I have a choice in the matter.” You laughed, shifting up onto the desk behind you, “yeah I can handle it.”

“Good.” Her eyes danced over everyone for a moment, “you and Morgan will handle this.”

“You two up to that?” The local asked, “this guy, he only takes vics who are guaranteed to leave together, ones who are clearly couples.”

“Oh I think baby girl and I can handle it.” Derek chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and you groaned, playfully shoving him away from you.

“Morgan keep your hands to yourself until we’re on the job.” You teased and he laughed again, ducking down to kiss your cheek leading you to shove him away from you again.

“We’ll get you two ready and wired up and as much as I want you immersed in your roles please remember that we don’t know what this guy looks like yet, you need to be aware of your surroundings.” Rossi commented and the two of you nodded, assuring him that you were up for the task. Someone had to get this unsub taken down, no matter what kind of pretending you had to do in the meantime.

Voodoo Martini was the location for your little set up that evening, JJ and Spencer set up already inside, separately at opposite ends of the bar. Emily and Dave were monitoring with the sheriff in an unmarked van out front with back up around the block. They’d gone in before the bar opened, outfitting it with cameras to monitor the situation and Emily was currently kicking herself for having to send you in on a case like this one. A last minute shopping trip to accurately fit the part left you in a scoop necked halter top, tits pushed up and practically bouncing with each step you took and a pair of jean shorts that Derek already had his hand in the back pocket of while the two of you approached the entrance to the bar.

His arm wound securely around your waist as you entered the place, glancing around as if you were checking to see if anyone you knew was there tonight. The place was pretty full already, dark with coloured lights highlighting the room, soft strobes over on the dance floor. One wall was lined with booths, high top tables scattered throughout the space and two bars, one in the corner of the dance floor beside the DJ booth that was three steps down from the level you entered on where the other larger bar was. Approaching that, Derek squeezed at your side,

“Grab me a beer sweetheart? I’m gonna run to the bathroom.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and slipped off into the crowd leaving you to greet the bartender.

You ordered the beer for him along with a vodka soda for yourself, turning so your body language was open to the room, eyes surveying the crowd for a moment while you took the first couple of sips of your drink. It wasn’t long after that a guy came up, introducing himself as Brandon and asked if he could buy you a shot, you accepted and turned the flirt on just the right amount. You knew Derek was back before you felt his hand on your waist simply at the way Brandon tensed,

“Miss me?” Derek greeted, his free hand brushing your hair off to the side so he could kiss your neck, pulling you snug to him as you slid the beer in his direction.

“Could you have taken any longer? Fuck.” You nipped at his jaw, “meet Brandon.” You gestured to the other man, who practically squeaked out an excuse about needing to meet his friends before scurrying off and Derek chuckled into your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

“Not our guy.” He murmured.

“He did approach thinking I was alone.” You replied, turning to face him and he kept you close, his free hand moving under your chin, tilting it up to him.

“Yeah?” He raised a brow, “well the guy at ten o’clock has had his eye on you since you walked in and hasn’t stopped staring since I came back.”

“I’m not stupid enough to look, I’ll trust your instinct.”

“You trust my instinct to turn up the heat now then?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow and you held back the urge to roll your eyes.

“These guys are good.” Emily commented from inside the van, “better than I expected.”

“Almost too good.” Rossi replied, gesturing towards the tv, it gave them video access but no audio. Emily’s eyes drifted back toward the screen and widened at the sight of Derek pulling you closer to him as the two of you kissed, “you sure these two aren’t sleeping together?” Dave asked and Emily did her best not to choke on her coffee, letting out a laugh.

“Doubt it.”

“Dunno,” the sheriff cut in, “if two members of my squad looked like that, I’d think they were.”

“Now that I think of it, when we were in Miami I was going to the ice machine and I saw Wilson sneaking back into her room, looked like she was coming from the direction of Morgan’s.”

“You know who would know the answer to this?” Emily was doing her best to shush the topic as quick as she could, Dave glanced toward her with a raised brow, “Garcia.”

“Good call.” He nodded with a small chuckle, turning back to the surveillance in front of them.

Back inside the club, Derek and you mingled, wandering between the bar, a high top table and very reluctantly, you let him drag you out onto the dance floor. You were careful to alternate your drinks with glasses of soda water that looked like they still had booze in them, but still played up the illusion of being drunk. The two of you chatted with more than a few club goers, first to make sure you looked and were approachable, and second to try and find your target. A few hours later and you found yourself back up at the bar, talking with Drew, the guy who Derek had clocked right as you’d gotten there. He certainly seemed interested, buying the both of you another round as the three of you got to know each other a little bit better, pulling lies out of thin air as you went. You’d just accepted a fresh drink from Drew, raising it to clink against his glass, your hand lingering on his arm a moment too long when your phone buzzed on the bar top. Your brow furrowed and you felt a surge of anxiety shoot through you at the notification being labelled ‘Prentiss’ so you quickly scooped it open and swiped open the message.

‘We’re at the wrong place, news bulletin must’ve spooked the unsub. Just found a body two blocks from Whiskey River.’

‘Copy that.’

You nudged at Derek, showing him the screen as you spoke, “babe, our ride’s here.”

“Better get goin’. Thanks for the drinks man.” He clapped Drew on the shoulder as you hopped off the bar stool, swiping a pen from the bar top.

“Sorry we’ve gotta leave like this.” You feigned a pout, grabbing his hand and writing down seven random numbers, “call me.” You shot him a wink before the two of you slipped out of the bar, not dropping the act until you climbed into the SUV.

The rest of the night felt like a whirlwind as you left the bar, the team and local pd splitting up to canvas and examine the crime scene to try and figure things out. While you were glad to be out of the club and finally away from Derek’s lingering touches you could still practically feel the heat from his body on you and that was making you absolutely crave the touch of Emily. Part of you was starting to wish you could have gone undercover with her instead, though you knew you never would have been able to keep focussed and you doubt she could’ve either.

Emily did her best not to stare at you, wishing she could have just five minutes alone with you to pin you to a wall and have her way with you. She felt her stomach twisting at the memory of Derek’s hands all over you, the way he’d slowly kissed up your neck to show off to Brandon, just how well the two of you had done at posing as a couple. She was proud of the UC skills but it also lowkey made her want to throw up in her mouth. Having you still dressed in the same clothes, with just an FBI hoodie over top while you moved through the crime scene certainly wasn’t helping anything either.

Despite not catching the unsub you and Derek still stopped for a shot at the hotel bar when you finally got home before going your separate ways, a way to say ‘good job’ to the other without having to actually discuss things that had happened. You got back to your hotel room, your head tilting when the door opened and you found Emily perched on the end of your bed, a satin robe loosely tied over her naked body, the bulge between her legs evident.

“You here to debrief me?” You asked with a grin, pulling the hoodie off and tossing it to the spare bed as Emily stood, stepping toward you before her hand gently grabbed your jaw, tilting your face up to her.

“No.” She smirked, “I’m here to remind you who you belong to.”

“Oh?” Your eyes widened and she chuckled, dropping your face from her hand.

“I know it was all an act, but what can I say? I don’t like when other people touch my things.” She shrugged, her hand trailing down your body, slipping between your legs, “and who does this pussy belong to?” She grabbed at your cunt and you gasped, your breath catching in your throat.

“You daddy…” You breathed out, your eyes fluttering shut and she chuckled.

“That’s what I thought.” Her hand tickled up your body again, tugging at the hem of your shirt as it went and you pulled it off, “I think it’s about time daddy marks you, hmm angel… would you like daddy to stuff you with cum?”

“God yes.” You practically moaned, fingers swiftly getting rid of the robe she had on, gulping over the size of the strap she had on.

“Good.” She smirked, her hands undoing your bra, letting it fall to the floor before they slipped into the waistband of your shorts, urging you to shove them down your legs along with your panties.

Before she could even get another word out you’d sunk to your knees in front of her, looking up at her with doe eyes, a pout on your lips before your tongue darted out, swiping a long lick on the underside of her cock.

“Please?”

“Christ.” She muttered, feeling herself flutter around nothing at the idea of it alone as she nodded and you let out a small giggle.

A moment later and your lips had wrapped around the toy, sinking down to the base, letting it hit the back of your throat in the same moment the base of the toy hit Emily’s clit and she groaned softly. Her hand tangled into your hair, watching the way you began to bob on her length, wet, sinful sounds leaving your lips as you did so. You were eager and she was never going to deny something like the sight of you on your knees for her, you were so fucking hot.

One of your hands glided up her thigh and your fingers slipped under the strap, beginning to toy with her pussy and she gasped. The moment two of your fingers slipped into her wetness she moaned, her free hand clutching at the dresser, never in her life had she had someone get her off while she fucked their mouth and it was an entirely new sensation she would never forget. The sight of you in front of her, burying her cock into your throat, the way your skin bulged as she did so, the eager way you sucked more and more into your lips with each thrust was already enough for her. But now there you were, fingers fucking into her with ease, curling and twisting with expertise, easily finding the sensitive spot within her walls. She was moaning before she knew it, tugging at your hair, holding you down on her cock, living for the sounds you made groaning around it as your fingers fucked her faster, the wet sounds from her cunt getting louder and dirtier with each move of your hand.

“Oh fuck… fuck princess!” She cried and her cock slipped from your mouth with a lewd pop, your fingers not letting up.

“You gonna come for me daddy?” You asked, your voice like silk, the tip of her dick resting against your cheek while your fingers curled within her once again and her thighs shuddered. “I know you want to.” You teased, lips wrapping around her cock once again for a couple of pulses, “come in my mouth. Please?”

“Fuck…” Emily swore softly, watching the way you wrapped around her cock once more as your fingers picked up the pace and within a matter of seconds she was shaking above you, orgasm rocking through her as you continued to bob on her cock.

Her hand shifted from the dresser to the base of the toy and you let her pull it from your lips, opening your mouth as your tongue extended out, waiting for her cum. She shivered in the cool air of the room as she squeezed at the base of the toy and the lube spurted out into your mouth.

“Ah!” Her hand shot out to your jaw right before you went to close it and you grinned as she did so. Emily ducked over you, her tongue surging into your mouth, scooping up as much of the lube as she could, deeply kissing you before pulling away ever so slightly. She then opened her lips, letting it drip down back into your mouth until it was painting your tongue once again, “good girl.”

She watched as you closed your mouth, swallowing the lube before presenting her with a clean empty mouth.

“Get on the bed so daddy can fill that needy pussy with cum.” She nudged at your shoulder and you were quick to scramble onto the bed, watching as she refilled the dildo. “On your hands and knees angel.”

You quickly flipped, letting out a low moan as Emily’s hand sunk between your legs, her fingers teasing your folds, smearing your wetness around, “you really this wet from just getting daddy off? You naughty girl.” She cooed.

“Please…. Please daddy…” your eyes scrunched shut, “need your cock.. now..”

“Now?” She chuckled, the tip of it sliding through your lower lips, resulting in a low moan from you as your hips pushed back toward her, “I guess you really are needy.” She sunk the tip into you before pulling it out, a whine escaping your lips, “well, you were good today princess, I guess I’ll give you what you want.” She sunk fully into you with ease and you groaned, “words baby….”

“Hard and fast.” You murmured, doing your best to bury yourself into the pillows as she gripped your hips with a dark chuckle.

The first thrust Emily gave you was harder than you expected, a loud gasp leaving your lungs before you bit down onto the pillow, the next one just as hard, as you’d asked for. Her hands gripped at your skin so tightly you knew you’d likely have some kind of marking the next morning. Each pump of her hips met yours with vigor, moans leaving both your lips. She couldn’t help but admire just how well you took it, how much of a good girl you really were.

“Christ baby..” She swore, “doing so fucking good for daddy. Already creaming all over my cock… you gonna come already?” She let out a groan at the sight of the toy smeared with your juices, knowing just how good she was making you feel.

“More… please!” You begged, feeling the pleasure surge through you, your pussy clenching down around her cock, wishing it would never end.

“Want me to touch you?” She asked, her hand wrapping around your hips in search of your clit.

“Choke me…” you managed to utter out between soft moans and Emily felt herself flutter once again. She let out a quiet swear before pulling you flush up to her by the hair, smirking as you moaned at the sensation. Her hand ghosted up your body before wrapping around your throat, squeezing as she continued to fuck you.

“That’s my dirty girl.” She purred into your ear, “so fucking naughty for daddy, you just love it don’t you?”

“Uh.. ye… yes..” Your entire body was on fire, you felt like you were about to burst yet there was something missing. Something that Emily only took a second to realize what it was, her free hand shifting from your hip to your clit, pinching and rubbing furiously at it until you were shaking in her arms, doing your best to not be too loud as your orgasm rocked through you.

The hand around your throat vanished, letting you drop to the bed while the other one returned to your hip, Emily feeling herself pulse as she watched you come. She pumped her hips a few more times before she squeezed at the base of the toy, shooting her cum deep into your greedy cunt. You let out a very satisfied moan at the sensation, shuddering as she softly fucked it deeper into you.

“Fuck…” you muttered.

“You like that?” She chuckled, raising a brow.

“Want you to come in me every time.” You mumbled the reply and she laughed, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades as she slipped out of you.

“I think that can definitely be arranged.”

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enmstorytime · 9 months

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The Vulnerable Writer Chapter 5

When I walked through the classroom door, every student was already seated with their eyes fixed on me, their faces hungry. They watched me expectantly as I crossed the room to my desk and set down my messenger bag, removed my lesson plan, and started to log into the classroom desktop. This daily routine helped me stay calm, and helped my cock stay flaccid under my slacks and black mesh briefs. It would be a miracle if I managed to remain calm once the action started when my students would circle me and tear away every last stitch of clothing from my lean body.

The final five minutes of class time ticked by too fast. I tried making small talk with the students near my desk, including Cody and Seth who both already knew what waited beneath my clothing. However, no matter how much I tried to engage them, each student sat silently, their eyes flicking from my body to the clock on the wall by the classroom door.

At thirty seconds before class time, I crossed the front of the classroom again, and closed the door. I realized as the door closed that when it reopened, I would be butt-naked, my clothing taken by the twenty-five men in the classroom, and I’d have to make my way back to my office with nothing more than my messenger bag. My bare feet would slap across the tile floor down the hallway and up a flight of stairs. Any of my colleagues—or worse, the dean of the department—could potentially see me trying to hide my naked body behind my messenger bag. And based, on my luck the day that Cody left my office with all my clothes, I wasn’t expecting to make it to my office without being seen.

The blood started running toward my cock at the thought of getting caught, and I pulled my thoughts back to this moment where I stood, still fully dressed in front of the twenty-five men who had written powerful, vulnerable essays. I wanted to reward them, had promised I would reward them, but I hadn’t actually expected them to pull it together. Sure, it had been fun and anxiety inducing to walk around the classroom with a jockstrap on and my ass hanging out. Sure, it had been fun to give my clothes to Cody, and to let Seth suck me off in the bushes, but this was a new level. I’d never been so on display before, and it wouldn’t be for just today.

From now on, until the end of the semester, I had promised to teach in the buff. I hadn’t made any stipulations for visitors. I hadn’t made any plans for potential observations from my colleagues. It was still only the fourth week of the semester, which meant that for eleven more weeks, three times each week, for hour long class periods, I would strip completely naked in front of a class that was—to my knowledge—the best attended freshman composition course taught at our university.

Oh fuck, I thought, imagining the faculty meetings where my colleagues would bitch about how their students weren’t attending their classes. Professor Wilson, the dean would say, turning to me in the imaginary meeting playing out in my head. You’ve had perfect attendance for most of the semester. How do you do it? What’s your secret? I’d have to lie, but there would be other professors who would want to know, who would beg to come observe my class to see what made my teaching so dynamic that twenty-five eighteen-to-twenty-year-olds attended every single class period. And I’d have to let them come. Our department had a policy that we were allowed and encouraged to observe anyone else’s class at any time.

“Professor,” Cody said from across the classroom, pulling me away from my anxious thoughts. “I believe it’s time to start the class.”

The rest of the students chuckled, their eyes now fixed once more on me, each of them clearly imagining what they would be uncovering any second now. I noted a few amused smirks, mixed in with the general hunger. Because of my run-ins with Cody and Seth, I had expected sexual hunger from my students, I hadn’t yet realized that some of my students had played along for the laugh of stripping a professor naked. Of course, not all of my students were gay, but I hadn’t processed that the body I worked so hard to maintain would shortly become a source of mirth for a few of my students. While I was proud of what I had going on, I dreaded the laughs I knew I would get when I stood exposed before every eye in this classroom.

“Right,” I said, nervously clearing my throat and crossing once again to my desk. “Right, it’s time to start class.”

“How were the essays?” One of the football players in the background shouted to appreciative laughter. “I know I got really vulnerable in mine.”

I swallowed at the lump forming in my throat, my hands started to quiver, my knees knocked.

“I was too,” said one of the football player’s buddies.

Every student in the room started clamoring, shouting that they too had been vulnerable. I held my hands up, and they fell silent.

“I’m very proud of you all,” I said, my voice wavering, a flush spreading from my cheeks over my entire body. “I’m also very surprised.”

They laughed, which made me feel a little less nervous, a little more comfortable. I knew I was in my element as a professor if I could get my students to laugh. It would be alright. They’d get over the novelty of my naked body, and then life would continue as normal. Right?

“I believe you made us some promises,” Cody shouted, and the class started cheering again.

If it hadn’t been Cody, if I hadn’t had Cody’s naked body pressed against mine only a few weeks before, if I couldn’t remember the way he smiled as he took my load in his mouth, I think my cock would have held out for a little longer. But at his voice, at the obvious hunger, and mirth, and desire that met me in every face, the blood rushed to my penis faster than it had ever before in my life, straining against the fabric of my briefs and tenting my slacks.

“Look,” Seth said, “He’s even excited!”

The classroom exploded in whoops and catcalls, while I stood there, knowing that it would take every stitch of fabric on my body to get the class under control again, if that was even possible. I breathed in deep, steeling my nerves, trying to will away the boner, and knowing that I’d probably be hard for the rest of the class period. Then my eyes landed on Cody, and I nodded.

“Let’s fucking go!” Cody shouted.

And they were on me.

Hands. Fifty hands. Every single student somehow managed to get both of their hands on the clothing I’d worn today. I felt fingers squeezing at my body, feeling the tautness of my muscles beneath. I felt the first button on my shirt be torn away. Then the next. Then the next. Until my shirt was open, revealing the sleeveless undershirt beneath. Then the over shirt was shredded by the hungry hands, the scraps thrown to the floor, or slipped into pockets as keepsakes.

“He thought he could slow us down,” someone shouted to more appreciative catcalls, while someone’s hand ran through my hair, and someone’s lips landed on my left bicep, their tongue slipping out.

I thought about trying to stop the kissing and the licking, but I knew it would be no use. Instead, I focused on how they had lifted me off the ground and tugged my shoes and socks off, while they lifted me over their heads, holding my arms and legs apart, while my bare feet were manhandled.

It would be over soon, I kept reminding myself, as the undershirt was tugged up and over my head, past my wrists, and off my body entirely. It received the same treatment as my overshirt, shredded, some pieces saved as souvenirs, some left on the ground for the janitors to sweep up: evidence that someone had lost their clothes in this classroom. My naked torso was fondled. My nipples squeezed, flicked, and licked. Hands slid up and down my pecs and abs.

It all felt so good. I knew I shouldn’t have liked it so much, but I could feel the most powerful orgasm of my life building in my balls, my toes already curling with pleasure, as the hands moved to my waist, to my groin, to my ass.

The button of my slacks was torn away, the fly torn down, and in seconds I was held aloft in nothing but my mesh briefs, my penis hard and red, contained by the mesh briefs, but completely invisible. The classroom went wild as they ran their hands over the mesh, and I felt the skin contact and the mesh. I couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure as they felt along my almost completely naked body.

“He likes it!” Someone shouted to more catcalls and cackles.

Just as I was about to lose myself in pleasure, they set me back on the ground. The sensation of my bare feet meeting the cold linoleum of the classroom pulled me back from climax, even while my boner raged on, the mesh stretched to its limits.

The next part had to have been planned. My students encircled me, each wrapped a few fingers in the band of my mesh briefs, every eye fixed on my already visible cock and ass. I stood in the center, with my arms behind my head, surrendering to the pleasure of the moment.

“One…” Cody called.

It was coming. Sure, there was nothing else for them to really see, but I still had something to lose, and they were going to take it away.

“Two…” Cody called.

And God, did I want them to take it away. Deep in my core, I knew that this was how I always wanted to teach. No secrets. Nothing hidden. Entirely open and vulnerable.

“Three.” Cody called.

The briefs shredded as every man tugged the waistband away from my body. My hard cock flopped out painfully as the last piece of clothing was pulled away from me and into at least twenty-five little pieces. I closed my eyes as I heard the gasps, the laughter, the oh my gods, and the he’s actually naked. He’s really, completely naked!

Their hands rushed forward again to explore every inch of me. I didn’t bother to open my eyes. I just let their hands, their lips and their tongues explore. It was absolute ecstasy. I didn’t bother to hold back anymore, either. A finger grazed the tip of my cock, and I groaned, pushing my hips forward, and was met with the palm of a hand, wrapping around my shaft.

I exploded, losing all sense of anything but the pleasure in my groin, the pleasure of my skin, exposed to the light, exposed to their eyes, exposed to their hands. I came, and came, and came, sending rope after rope into the laughing, delighted, even potentially disgusted group of students around me.

They held me up, as my muscles relaxed, and I almost toppled to the ground spent. Their hands held under my bare shoulder blades, on my thighs, on my ass cheeks. We stayed like that for at least five minutes, my students holding up their completely naked professor, me spent, and elated.

And then the terror sank in. I still had fifty minutes of teaching to complete, with my cock swinging in front of them, my cum drying around the room.

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riddlemethisjeremy · 9 months

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Xeno clicked away at the computer as he programmed their exit from the Earth's atmosphere. The spaceship began to rise slowly through the air, and the human watched as the world dropped away beneath them.

Suddenly, the human grasped out at the open air in front of it, letting out a strangled gasp.

"What?" Xeno demanded in a panic, "What's wrong?"

"Wilson!" The human cried, its eyes glittering with tears, "No!"

"Do we need to go back?" Xeno asked, frantically clicking buttons, "Did we leave one of you behind?"

The human's posture relaxed and it shook its head, "No, I was just doing a thing," it sniffed loudly, then dabbed at its eyes, "Anyways, what's your name?" The human asked.

Xeno stared in disbelief at the human, unsure how exactly to react. He responded hesitantly, speaking slowly, "I am called Xeno," He replied, "Yours?"

"I'm Jeremy," the human replied, settling into a stool attached to the floor near the computer (Computer hadn't spoken since Xeno allowed Jeremy on the ship, possibly because of how much he disapproved of Xeno's actions). "So what are you studying then?"

"The subtleties and niches of human culture and how they may have affected the downfall of the human race."

Jeremy's eyebrows creased and he made a gesture with his arms that seemed to express displeasure, "What do you mean "how it affected the downfall of the human race"? There was a supervolcano!"

Xeno shrugged vaguely, "I don't know. Maybe I'll write about how it didn't affect it."

Jeremy sighed softly, "So what exactly do you need to know?"

"Everything." Xeno said.

Jeremy let out an even more dramatic exhale than the last one, pulling a small rectangular object out of his pocket and activating it, before clicking on the smooth screen and offering it to Xeno. Then he paused, "Can you actually hold this?"

Xeno reguarded the small rectangle, and then wiggled his scythe-like forelimbs, shaking his head, "No, but... Computer?"

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Jeremy jumped as the electronic voice suddenly emanated from beside him, "Oh my god, what the hell is that?"

"Common," Xeno responded bruskly, returning to his electronic companion, "Can you connect to Jeremy's rectangle and allow me access to it across my desktop?"

IT WILL TAKE A WHILE. I WILL SCAN IT FOR UNSAFE SOFTWARE-

"Skip."

Jeremy glanced between Computer's speaker and Xeno in frightened incomprehension.

I DO NOT ADVISE THIS COURSE OF ACTION.

"Skip."

YOU NOW HAVE ACCESS TO JEREMY'S OPPO A45.

"Thank you, computer."

#alien meta #aliens are space orcs #original characters #original writing #xeno speaks #jeremy speaks #computer speaks #OH NO WILSON #aliens and humans #silly boys

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maraxp · 8 months

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this is a multifandom blog meaning that i favorite certain fandoms/characters so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

please don’t be offended if you send a request for someone and i don’t fulfil it, sometimes the inspiration is lacking for certain characters. i still wish to write though so i will continue to post.

requests are open so you can send them whenever you want !

DO YOU HAVE A MASTERLIST?

my masterlist is the [ 🏴‍☠️ ] at the top of my blog in the navigation, it can also be found on the left hand side of my blog when viewing on desktop.

ARE YOUR REQUESTS OPEN?

please check my masterlist [ 🏴‍☠️ ] for request details, I always try my best to keep it updated.

WHAT DO YOU WRITE FOR?

smut, angst, fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to an extent), blood play, knife play, bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, supernatural, choking, mommy/daddy kink. (wrap it up !)

WHAT DO YOU NOT WRITE FOR?

rpf, necrophilia, incest, daddy/little play, age play (basically pedophilia), spitting, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, miscarriage, any kind of abuse, child fics, any ocs, i avoid the pet name ‘kitten’ like- it’s just.. no.

WHAT DO YOU USE FOR YOUR HEADERS?

i use canva and sometimes ibispaint x. i get most of my images from pinterest.

WHO DO YOU WRITE FOR?

MARVEL

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, miles morales, tony stark, peter parker (all variants), doctor strange, wade wilson, eddie brock, kate bishop, mary jane

STRANGER THINGS

eddie munson, steve harrington, henry creel, jim hopper

THE WALKING DEAD

negan smith, rick grimes, daryl dixon, maggie greene, glenn rhee, abraham ford, carl grimes, morgan jones, shane walsh, michonne hawthorne, ezekiel sutton, gabriel stokes, eugene porter, rosita espinosa

RESIDENT EVIL

leon scott kennedy, chris redfield, claire redfield, ashley graham, ada wong, luis sera, albert wesker, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, rebecca chambers, sherry birkin, ethan winters, helena harper, alcina dimitrescu, karl heisenberg

MODERN WARFARE II

simon riley/ghost, john mactavish/soap, john price, kate laswell, phillip graves, kyle garrick/gaz, alejandro vargas, könig, gary sanderson/roach, farah karim, valeria garza, rodolfo parra

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU . . .

are racist, homophobic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic. judgmental to what people enjoy writing/reading. copy or repost my fics without permission. follow me if you’re problematic. send your full fic into my ask box, i will not post it. — if you fit the average dni criteria you will be blocked.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THIS IS AN N[SFW] BLOG. I ASK THAT MINORS BLOCK THE +18 TAG: 📓. mature - THANK YOU.

#disclaimer #blog rules #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannons #imagine #maraxpfaq #anime / manga #video games #one piece #resident evil #hunter x hunter #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #demon slayer

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digi-056 · 1 year

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Boop Him :)

Progress update for 1.1.4 :)

#desktop wilson #the wretched scientist #wretched wilson #wilson higgsbury #ds wilson #dst #wilson #wilson dst #ukagaka #ukagaka ghost

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eslanes · 1 year

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🎃 𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚 🦇

Coven Ready Series:

Scream Queen Series:

(be sure to open on desktop!)

𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟 💀

#simblreen #simblreen 2022 #ts4cc #s4cc #my cc

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autisticangus · 1 year

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And now... The Sexy Zone Poll: Amnesty begins!

Like last time, I chose the 8 characters I felt would have the best chances and have seeded the poll so they will not be available until round 2. Because there weren't as many characters in Amnesty as Balance, trying to keep things fair was a little harder so there are a few that are...pretty obvious whos gonna win but I did my best to even the board. Each round will last one day and the first round will be up in just a few minutes!

ROUND ONE:

Hollis VS Keith (WINNER VS Duck Newton)

Billy VS Kirby (WINNER VS Ned Chicane)

Barclay VS Jake Coolice (WINNER VS Mama)

Leo Tarkesian VS Janelle (WINNER VS Minerva)

Juno Devine VS Pigeon Wilson (WINNER VS Aubrey Little)

Dr Sarah Drake VS Agent Joseph Stern (WINNER VS Arlo Thacker)

Muffy VS Winthrop (WINNER VS Dani)

Sheriff Owens VS Deputy Dewey (WINNER VS Indrid Cold)

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Additionally, I'm still seeing a glitch with alt text where the text is available on desktop but everything appears undescribed on mobile. I still havent heard back from staff on why this is happening. The images that accompany these polls are just the title card for the campaign that I edited to read "The Sexy Zone: Amnesty" and a simple depiction of the bracket, but all information in the bracket is included in this post and subsequent updates to the bracket will be reflected in the body of the post. I will add the alt text to the polls, but because of how polls work they cant be edited so I have no way to fix the text disappearing if it happens again, but I want everyone to know that no important information is lost if you cannot get the description of the images!

#the adventure zone #the adventure zone amnesty #taz amnesty #angus.poll #the sexy zone poll #the sexy zone poll amnesty

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hotdogshipping-miwa-enthusiast · 8 months

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Hello MAWS Fandom

Back with more mid takes and if I can find screenshots hopefully memes

First, up yay for Lois and the turn around...now what is Jimmy gonna do with the Supermen sphere. I almost feared it was gonna be back burnered cuz while I am glad Lois trusts him again I want them to do something with the knowledge that there are evil superman...and I have a grim feeling Clark is not going to find out because Jimmy and Lois tell him about it.

Second, as a LJU fan I kind hated the General because in LJU he just hated metas for like no reason other than them existing is potentially dangerous so I'm glad we get like a definite reason for him to fear and want to exterminate superman, I never had an expectations of Waller or Wilson so they are forever as they are in my head.

Loved seeing Alex just roll his eyes at Lois's friendship speech

Good to see Waller has not changed her ways of starting a crisis and scapegoating someone to further her plans

Sad that twink Wilson is slowly beginning to look like his old self but as to be expected

If everyone shut off their power, how were they still using what is clearly a desktop????

Idk if i had other thoughts but this is all I have to say I think

#my adventures with superman #maws #maws superman #maws spoilers

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jackiequick · 1 year

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More SHIELD Agents OCs

Cadence Patton as Alyssa Sabrina Coleman

-> Full Name: Alyssa ‘Sabrina’ Wilson-Coleman

-> Height: 5’4

-> Age: 26

-> Relationship Status: Single

-> Family: Mother dead, Father alive, Brother and Sister Sarah alive as well. Her big brother being none other than Sam Wilson aka The Falcon turned Captain America ;)

-> Personally: She is a total sweetheart, loud mouth doesn’t always know when to show up, kind and understanding, has patience, a bit flirty and free. Respectful, if your a man or woman who served the country you best believe she will salute you and even call the person by their rank if you like. She can be a wildcard at times but she’s very much a homebody at heart. Most importantly family oriented! The Wilson family loves family and their huge cookouts

- Alyssa from a young age looked up to her big brother and sister, wanting to be just like them! So she did, joining them on their adventure around town and becoming a bit of a fighter. Sam wanted to make sure both of his sister knew how to throw a punch or two, hell even hold a gun to someone’s face properly! As much as Alyssa liked to fight, she was a kind soul at heart and a baker. Making the best breakfasts and such who can find in the neighborhood.

- So in result she took those skills to become a Chef for the military kitchens, knowing the good men and woman who served this country deserved a good home cooked style meal whenever they can. Her dream job was and will always to actually start a Bed & Breakfast though! This skill as a chef for more than 5 years or less taught her the skills to be kind, patient and more caring than ever but her time was up. And she moved on, soon after Sam stepped into becoming a fellow veteran of this country (later on The Falcon ofc).

- She spend some time in Washington DC 2014 and moved back home to Delacroix, Louisiana, where their family operated a fishing business run by Sarah. Alyssa and Sarah grew closer together over the years, she helped raise the family business and deal with her two nephews. Until one day, Sam called her in wanting to give the opportunity to join SHIELD. She was hesitant about the idea but did so anyway.

- She was very hesitant to take a part-time job at SHIELD knowing what she might or might not like being there. But Sam encouraged her to try it out and so she did! Turned out Alyssa enjoyed becoming near The Avengers and other Agents of SHIELD very much, feeling like a home within this community. Now she’s training to work assistant trainer at SHIELD keeping all the files in check for the rookies, cooking meals for every Avenger and agent, and going on missions whenever possible.

Emily Bett Richards as Stephenie June Stuart

-> Full Name: Stephenie J. Stuart Foster

-> Age: 22

-> Height: 5’5

-> Relationship Status: Single

-> Family: Father dead, mother alive, and no siblings that she knows of ;) Or maybe you met them already?

-> Personality: A bit of a punk. She’s a slow learner but can be very lazy, smart in her own way, she’s fast and quiet like a mouse, kind and gentle.

- She grew up in Star City but with her mother’s work life being hectic and off the rails she moved around a lot and eventually landed in Washington DC where she stay there for most of her life. She was a bit of a punk kid but still very feminine and girly in many ways. A sweet gentle girl to be honest as her glasses always slipped off her face sometimes. She was slow but very smart within certain area, Stephenie is very quick with a computer fast fingers to type away!

- Stephenie grew up loving tech and comfortable life behind a desktop computer in general, staying inside. So she wasn’t much of an outdoorsy person however she loved the park and dressing up, but mainly stayed at home in her sweats coding and creating stuff hands on. However that got her in trouble with the authorities as she tried hacking into plenty of school systems changing all the grades and exposing the teachers behind them for their lies with her friends at the time, she was considered fine but her boyfriend ended up in prison.

- Realizing the concern and upsetting results of her ways, she decided she wanted to do something more good but not end up in jail for it. Changing her dark brown almost black hair into a dirty Barbie blonde, wearing contact lenses instead of her glasses, removing some her piercings and her switching her dark clothes into more lighter shades. Hell the Stephenie started even using her middle name, June instead. She is applied to SHIELD ACADEMY to become a junior technician and make a few friends.

- Soon enough people discovered who she was related to siblings wise, but not even she knew about her sister’s full involvement still had a strong existence in SHIELD or the future of The Avengers. Can you blame her? They lived across the country and in different cities so they never crossed paths too much. However stayed very close with calls and weekends getaways!

Tags: @t-nd-rfoot @mcbident @raphroseybeanpie @msrochelleromanofffelton @gaminggirlsstuff @mandylove1000 @eagerforthesky @terry-perry @daughter-of-melpomene @blackheart-beauty @rooster-84 @yetanotherwells and etc

#marvel oc #mcu ocs #agents of shield #the falcon #the falcon and the winter soldier #thor movies #jane foster #sam wilson #captain america and the winter soldier #candice patton #emily bett rickards #marvel x oc #agents of shield oc #oc #agents of shield au

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